Let it go, rainbow fart

Qiao Shuran handed the completed script to her boss Yao Jie for review.

In the quiet office, Yao Jie flipped through the script of "Dawn" page by page, and he waited with bated breath, quietly waiting for an answer.

As the thick script was covered, Yao Jie glanced at Qiao Shuran and said calmly, "It should be possible to shoot."

"Really?!" Can his script really be made into a TV series? !

"Ah."

Qiao Shuran suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, tried her best not to be rude in front of her boss, and bowed three times: "Thank you sister Yao!"

Later, Qiao Shuran participated in the whole process of the script from meeting discussion, project establishment preparation to post-renovation.But how?He felt weird.

The strange thing is that Yao Jie is like the real mother of this script, while Qiao Shuran is just a nanny who helps take care of the children.Qiao Shuran obviously wrote the script, but he has no right to speak at all. Instead, it is Yao Jie who decides everything.

But Qiao Shuran didn't care too much about it, he thought: You can't just rely on the fact that you wrote the script and just dictate to your boss's work, right?That's much swell.

This day is the audition scene of "Dawn", in order to choose the male lead.

As the original author of the script, Qiao Shuran naturally also came to the scene.However, there was no place for him in the judges' seats, only Yao Jie and the director of the show were sitting.

So Qiao Shuran could only sit on the sidelines in the unlit auditorium in the back row.

After all, it was the casting work for his own script, and he chose Lu Ting'an, the soul hero. Qiao Shuran was expecting and nervous, and even invited Duke to accompany him.

Duke is the costume consultant of the crew. He joined the company two years earlier than Qiao Shuran, and he is considered as his best friend in the company.

There were five actors who auditioned for the show, Qiao Shuran watched the performance of the first three, and felt indescribable.

No. [-] is mediocre, acting like a glass of tasteless boiled water; No. [-]'s image does not match, as black as a scorched wheat, far from the image of the white and clean young master.As for number three...

Qiao Shuran didn't even remember what the hell he played. Ma Jingtao's Roaring Emperor's performance was really eye-catching. After a scene, he could only hear him bark.

When Qiao Shuran was still immersed in the comparison of the first three actors, he heard the staff in front of the stage shout:

"Next, number four, Ning Han."

The man walked out slowly from behind the curtain, his eyes filled with a unique ray of light, stood under the brilliant white spotlight, and bowed respectfully to the audience.

Many years later, Qiao Shuran still clearly remembered the feeling of being struck by lightning.

It seemed that the moment that person appeared, he, a staunch materialist, believed in what is meant by destiny.

The boy who Qiao Shuran took as the prototype of the male protagonist of the script actually appeared at the audition scene to try out the play that was inspired by him.

Mom's novels don't dare to make up like this.

"No way? Is it true or not?" Qiao Shuran only felt dizzy, and the blood in his brain was rushing.

He stared at the boy on the stage without blinking, his eyes trembled like the surface of a lake smashed by stones, he couldn't believe the scene he saw in front of him.

How could it be him? !Isn't this the takeaway guy who delivered the braised chicken that day? !The current delivery man also works part-time as an actor?Or a part-time actor delivering food?

After meeting Ning Han that time, Qiao Shuran ordered braised chicken several times in succession, but it was a pity that the delivery person was no longer the same person, and it was no longer the person he could never forget for a long time.

Ning Han is like a male muse who bumped into his world by accident. Following the will of God, he sent him an inspiration in a hurry, and then disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Qiao Shuran's whole body froze from expression to whole body as if a holding spell had been cast on her.

He felt like he was dreaming, a very unreal dream, but this was reality——

Lu Ting'an in "Dawn" is standing on the stage right now.

Ning Han made a brief self-introduction, "Hello, director and screenwriter. I'm Ning Han from Recheng Entertainment." His voice is very unique, thick and warm yet gentle, and it's very malleable when he hears it.

Qiao Shuran said to Duke beside him, "Number Four's voice is quite suitable."

Duke smiled, "It's just a self-introduction, so the evaluation is so high?"

As soon as the director shouted "Start", Ning Han instantly entered the state, as if Lu Ting'an had possessed him, his eyes suddenly changed, and his temperament was completely different from him a second ago.

At this moment, Ning Han's eyes were half-lidded, his eyes were blurred and out of focus, and his steps were staggering, as if he was really drunk, with a lazy and depraved drunkenness covering his face, and every step he took was crooked.

For some reason, Qiao Shuran was so nervous that his palms sweated suddenly, and his heart began to beat fast, obviously he wasn't the one who was auditioning.

Ning Han's eyes and movements attracted the audience to join in the play. Qiao Shuran suddenly saw a man who was drunk on the street late at night, dispirited and indulged.

At this time, the supporting staff next to him said calmly, "Lu Ting'an."

Qiao Shuran: "..." The drama started in an instant.

That staff member, I beg you, I don't ask you to play the heroine in place, at least with some emotion, don't be like Siri in Apple mobile phones?

However, Ning Han was not affected by the acting staff, and still followed the line at his own pace.His eyes changed slightly, but he didn't look back, as if deliberately ignoring the call of "Mistress".

He walked unsteadily for two steps, dissatisfied with the tight neckline, and unbuttoned the shirt buttoned around Bo's neck with his hands. The action of unbuttoning was a little restless and violent.

Under a gentle and elegant skin hides a corrupt and violent soul.

Qiao Shuran was hit by this movement, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a cluster of flames burned more and more intensely in his chest.

In order to see Ning Han's performance clearly, he put his hands on his knees and leaned forward to capture every detail of Ning Han's body.

The supporting staff continued to say in a flat tone: "Ting An, the informer is Xiao Nanchuan."

I saw Ning Han's half-moving footsteps paused slightly, the expression in his eyes suddenly became thicker, and he said in a deep voice: "Impossible."

"It's him, a Japanese classmate I know told me, it doesn't matter if you accept it or not, it's the truth, it's the truth."

An imperceptible shake flashed in the dark brown eyes, Ning Han was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in a panic and said, "It can't be him...it can't be Nanchuan..."

There was fear of the truth in his tone, and a bit of self-deceitful persuasion.

Qiao Shuran's hands on his knees were clenched into fists, and his heart gradually rose to his throat, "That's right, that's how it is."

When writing this scene, the emotion he wanted the hero to show was like this: Lu Ting'an was afraid of trusting his friends by mistake, and even more afraid that all tragedies were caused by himself, so he didn't want to believe it, let alone believe it. Every cell, every blood is refusing to accept the truth.

Ning Han portrays the characters' innermost feelings thoroughly.

The breathing rate gradually increased, and Ning Han became panting. The last line of defense in his heart collapsed, and he was trapped in the prison of guilt and shock and could not escape.

The strong feelings gradually sublimated, his face was frightened and his eyes were out of focus, and he continued to walk forward regardless of the words of the "heroine".The footsteps were hurried and chaotic, like the sound of torrential rain in summer.

He's like a runaway kid.

The supporting staff still had no emotion: "Look at your current appearance, you are neither human nor ghost. Where else do you want to go. Where else do you want to go. Come home with me."

"No back!" Ning Han roared angrily, throwing his hand back suddenly, as if someone really wanted to hold his hand.

Tears welled up in his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, he lowered his head with half-closed eyelids, and murmured, "I don't even have a home, I don't have a home..."

This sentence seems to be questioning the heroine, and it seems that he deliberately said it to himself.

"Home is where there is family, isn't it?" Ning Han said weakly.

His words were heavily stained with blood, radiated from the bleeding heart, overflowed from the bleeding chest, and couldn't be stopped, just fell out through the hoarse throat.

Every pore in Qiao Shuran's body dilated, and her scalp was numb.

Suddenly, Ning Han seemed to remember something important. He who was still sad just now suddenly glared angrily, "I killed all my family members! I killed them all! I killed them all!"

The emotional turning point at this moment is that a drop of water flowing in the creek suddenly turns into the sea, from the expression of a long stream of water to the gushing of waves, all the sorrow, pain, and guilt all turn into a blazing flame at that moment, erupting violently Come out, thousands of sparks burst out, making the scene full of tension.

Because of the intense emotion, Ning Han's eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, and even the blue veins on his forehead were endowed with a strong sense of drama.

The supporting staff remained expressionless, and said a single word: "Pa——" to show that the "heroine" slapped Lu Ting'an hard.

Following this emotionless "pa", Ning Han jerked his head to one side, as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible hand.

Due to the excessive movement, a few bangs waved on his forehead, covering the man's drooping eyelashes, casting a patchy shadow.

All sounds stopped suddenly, and the world was completely silent, falling into suffocating silence.

Qiao Shuran's heart suddenly contracted following this scene, as if being pulled tightly by something, hanging in mid-air.

Slowly, Ning Han turned his head, and everyone was waiting for his reaction with bated breath.

At this time, under everyone's attention, Ning Han's mouth trembled slightly, as if mocking himself, and smiled.

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