Bright

The contract expiration process went smoothly.Jia Fangfang handed the documents with various official seals to An Xuan, and said perfunctorily, "It's over. You will no longer be from Dinghua in the future. I wish you a bright future."

An Xuan took the document and said calmly, "Thank you."

The little girl Yang Huan walked over with a stack of costumes, only seeing An Xuan's back.Tall and thin, like bamboo and snow.

Surrounded by the whispers of the assistants: "Leave now?" "Where can he go?" "Who knows, let's get out of the circle."

Yang Huan couldn't help but said: "Brother Xiao An won't be in Dinghua anymore?"

An assistant sized her up a few times, and said flatly, "Yes. Why, are you a fan of him? Go ask for a mobile phone number now, maybe you can get it."

Yang Huan had a good temper and didn't answer the conversation, just a little confused: "He has such a good image and temperament, why has he never had a chance... Didn't he say that he can dance..."

The man said unhappily: "There are many people with good image and temperament. They say they can dance, but I haven't seen him dance. He really thinks of himself as a prince. It's no wonder he is popular because he is so noble all day long."

Yang Huan still didn't understand: "I don't feel lofty. He's very nice and polite to everyone."

The person next to him explained patiently: "You just came here, so I don't know. There are many ways here, alas, sometimes it is a person's life. Okay, let's go to work, there are a lot of things. "

An Xuan is 27 years old, like most entertainers, he looks small.Clean it up, say 23 is not an exaggeration, and say [-]** can be believed.But young people poured into this circle one after another, and he, who has not improved for many years, actually has no advantage compared with newcomers.

Zhao Xiaohui is very satisfied with him.Her way of doing things was decisive and direct. As soon as the contract was signed, she gave An Xuan a stack of documents.There are also scripts in it, and there are also audition notices from the crew.

Su Jingyao's application for resignation from Dinghua has not yet been approved, and An Xuan's side is empty during this time.Zhao Xiaohui asked him if he needed to arrange an assistant immediately, An Xuan shook her head.

Zhao Xiaohui is less than forty this year, with shoulder-length straight hair and an ordinary face.Her style of acting is that of vigorous and decisive, but she treats people very kindly.She apologized: "The timing of your coming in is not coincidental, and everyone is not there. Xinghui is small, there are only a few people in total, and the personnel relationship is simple. After a while, everyone will get together and get to know each other soon." Her tone was gentle. Friendly: "We are a family now, if you have any requirements or ideas, you can just talk about it directly, and you don't have to worry about anything."

An Xuan nodded.

Zhao Xiaohui smiled at him: "I'm going to talk about a cooperation, and the assistant will take you around later...Although it's only such a big place. Are you living in Nanyuan now? Will you know about work and transportation? Not convenient? I asked my assistant to look at a few houses, when you are free, you can go with her to have a look. "

An Xuan shook her head: "Thank you, Sister Zhao, no need for now."

Zhao Xiaohui didn't force it either: "That's okay, if you need it, you can tell me anytime."

An Xuan watched her leave in a hurry under the urging of the mobile phone, and then turned to look out the window.

Xinghui's office location is not fancy at all.Outside the window is a yard that is neither lively nor deserted.There are various small companies upstairs, and bars, milk tea shops, restaurants and small supermarkets are open downstairs.

Assistant Yanzi is a young girl with bob hair.Talkative, familiar, enthusiastic enough to give An Xuan a headache.In the end, he said that he wanted to go back and look at the materials, so he reluctantly escaped.

In Yanjing in autumn, the sky was high and the clouds were clear. An Xuan changed bicycles all the way to the subway and returned from the east of the city to the south of the city.

The old house in Nanyuan had been vacant for a long time, and the dust had accumulated half an inch thick when I first came back.An Xuan cleaned out the house by herself, and took back the potted plants that were fostered at the neighbor's old lady's house.He burned incense again in front of Bai Qiuyun's posthumous photo, and whispered, "Auntie, I'm back."

Bai Qiuyun in the black and white photo is smiling.An Xuan could almost imagine her talking to herself.So he also talked to her: "The contract over there has expired... and I made a movie before I left. I don't know if it can be broadcast... I will play... maybe the male sixth? This is because Yaoyao desperately helped me get it The role I got... The new contract was signed with Meng Yang's company, and I will be in Yanjing from now on, close to home... The medicine has been stopped for a long time, and the doctor said it's fine. I'm fine..." He used The handkerchief gently wiped the photo frame: "It will be fine in the future."

In the file that Zhao Xiaohui gave him, there were two scripts: one was for the third male lead in a small production of a bitter drama, and the other was for the male lead of a certain unit in a webcast unit sitcom.The rest are notices from the meeting group. Whether she can get the chance depends on An Xuan herself.This is the best resource she can get for An Xuan so far.An Xuan's resume lacks bright spots, and there is no decent work at all in recent years.And there are really too many actors, and there are too many people who want to be actors.

Those who sing, dance, and even those who don't know anything, all want to come here to fight for a chance.

In this circle, it depends on strength, brains, background...and more luck.

An Xuan has always had bad luck.

But he was very calm, even a little eager to try after a long absence.

Days seem to suddenly return to college.With resumes on their backs, he and Xia Mengyang traveled all over the city to cast and audition.Xia Mengyang was driving a second-hand BMW at that time, and An Xuan rubbed against his car with peace of mind.At first they were rejected all the time, but someone kindly reminded them that they were still students and it was better not to be so high-profile.Xia Mengyang was wronged and said that it was already the cheapest car he had ever driven.They later learned that the rejection had nothing to do with the car.At that time, they had already started to take roles, and they were used to squeezing the subway and riding bicycles.

It was actually many years ago.For quite a long time, An Xuan felt that those memories were far away.But recently, he felt that all that happened just yesterday.

There seems to be some unknown secret between time and memory.They whisper to each other, and life rushes by in those whispers.

Many years have passed, and the famous casting locations have not changed much compared to before.The bulletin boards and walls downstairs were covered with room numbers of each crew, and the printing shop was booming.With a cigarette in his mouth, the boss sorted out the hot resumes that had just been printed out of the printer, stapled them in order, and put them aside one by one.The proprietress gave the customer P photos in front of the computer, and at the same time beckoned people to pay.

Some people complained that it was expensive to print a resume, and it cost dozens of dollars to type it back, but there was no movement after handing it out.The boss said in a vague and loud voice: "Bao Buqi has been selected this time. Let me tell you, betting a few dozen dollars on your future is not expensive at all..."

An Xuan stayed in front of the bulletin board for a while.Soon there were brokers or scammers who followed him, asked him in a low voice which school he was studying at, and kept praising him for his good looks, saying that he could match him up so that he could meet the producer directly.An Xuan was familiar with their route, so she ignored them and walked away.The man still didn't give up and said to him from behind: "You can't do it yourself. There are so many people competing, why should people be so stupid..." Before he finished speaking, he was greeted by a group of people who were eager to find a job and had no way out. Surrounded.

An Xuan walked through the corridors and stairs with ease, passing many people.Someone said in a low voice: "It's not working here anymore... Large groups with good quality don't come here anymore..."

He passed a crying middle-aged man, and found the room on the notice in the corridor that smelled heavily of cigarettes.There were many people waiting at the door, he confirmed it, and sat down quietly at the end of the line to wait.After a while, someone poked his head out from the room: "An Xuan, is An Xuan here?"

An Xuan got up, and walked into the room amidst the different expressions on everyone's faces.

In the smoky room, there are mountains of resumes on the floor.Unidentified water stains have already soaked the bottom paper.An Xuan handed over her resume, and the leader looked at him for a moment, then took a puff of cigarette: "Let me introduce myself."

During the interview, the passage of time becomes unstable.When An Xuan came out, she looked at her phone and found that she had been inside for more than 20 minutes.Seeing him coming out, someone immediately came up to him with a bit of flattery: "What did I ask you, the audition part?"

An Xuan glanced at the other party indifferently: "I didn't ask anything, just introduced myself briefly."

The man obviously didn't believe it, so he didn't say any more.

Zhao Xiaohui had obviously greeted the people in the preparation team, so he could go out ahead of the crowd and go to the audition first, instead of waiting like everyone else.But the director obviously didn't think he had comedic talent.To be honest, he didn't think so himself.But most actors are like this, it is good to have an opportunity in front of them, and it is good to be able to receive the play.Options are almost nonexistent.

He glanced at the time and continued upstairs.There was another group waiting for him there.The corridor upstairs is cleaner, and outside the room next to the stairs, there are many parents with children.

An Xuan's footsteps faltered slightly.

The children are all six or seven years old, some are active and some are quiet.The parents were holding their children while chatting, inquiring and testing each other.

The door opened, and a mother with a bad face came out dragging her child.The child was pulled by her, with tears still on his face: "I want to eat cherries!"

The mother scolded angrily: "Can you stop making trouble?"

The child sobbed: "I want to eat, Mom, you promised..."

The mother suddenly turned her head, raised her hand and slapped the child.The child froze for a moment, and began to howl.The crying seemed to arouse the anger of the parents, and another slap was raised high.

Before it fell, it was caught.

An Xuan pinched the woman's hand and said in a low voice, "Don't beat the child."

The woman turned her head and said angrily, "What's the matter with you?"

The surrounding parents chattered: "The child is still young, let's talk about it..." "Yes, yes, how can we do it?" "It won't work this time, there will be a next time."

An Xuan let go of her hand.

The woman gave him a hard look, picked up the crying child, and left in a hurry.

An Xuan stood at the stairs, the scene of the woman beating the child recurred in his mind repeatedly, and finally overlapped with a certain memory.

13-year-old An Xuan whispered: "I won't go, don't let me go, I don't want to act..."

His response was a merciless slap.

He closed his eyes, chased away that memory, turned and walked towards the room on the notice.