Let it go, rainbow fart

Qiao Shuran returned to the audition room in a daze, where a group of people were celebrating happily.

The director smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and patted Tony on the shoulder: "You are born to be a male lead, no one is more suitable for this role than you."

Yao Jie smiled so much that her gums were exposed, and she said to Tony approvingly: "I rarely praise people, but I have to say, your play is really amazing."

Qiao Shuran next to him was shattered: "..."

Everyone surrounded the proud Tony in the center and congratulated him for winning the leading role with his extraordinary strength. Qiao Shuran was not on the same channel as this group of people, and sat in the corner sulking.

The villain was proud of himself, and Tony had an exaggerated and affected face: "It's an honor, it's my honor to be appreciated by you."

Qiao Shuran rolled her eyes silently: "Look at this face, why didn't I see you being so good at acting just now?"

What a well-known director, what a gold medal screenwriter, not a philistine who bowed his head to the capital.Seeing the hypocritical faces of these people, Qiao Shuran felt nauseous for a while, and almost vomited out the whole meal of the previous night.

Tony Xiti, the heroine smiled, opened the gay purple wallet generously, showed the golden card and the bright red bills, and said boldly: "Tonight, I invite everyone to eat the roast duck at Wenyaolou. For dinner, sing K one-stop!"

The audience cheered enthusiastically, applauding one after another, and everyone cheered "Brother Tony is generous".

Only Qiao Shuran looked at him coldly, with deep resentment in his heart: "No, no, no, you are not worthy of eating roast duck, you are only worthy of being a duck."

Just when you think things are bad enough, God often has a sweet reminder: Oh my dear old chap, no, it's not bad enough.

On the day when the filming of the drama actually started, Qiao Shuran was the one who really spurted out a mouthful of old blood.His premonition was right, that old witch Yao Jie really regarded the script as her own original creation.

Yao Jie didn't discuss with Qiao Shuran at all, and changed the original script beyond recognition, changing the magnificent story into a petty love triangle.

Out of thin air, she created an affectionate, domineering, evil, charming and crazy Bingshan male second.As the director of the factory, the male second does not go to work every day, and concentrates on competing with the male lead for the female lead. In the end, he was shot and died, spitting blood and lying in the female lead's arms, saying "I love you" in eight languages.

The original work described the heroine as having a comfortable and elegant appearance, but the director was so desperate that he insisted on finding a plastic surgery actress with a European-style big foreign double and a mountain root so tall that he could stab the sky.The courageous and intelligent heroine was changed into a prosperous white lotus blooming across the bank and ready to cry.

The male lead is even worse. Throughout the story, "save the beauty with one enemy and a hundred heroes", "deep into the jungle to fight against poisonous snakes", "jump down from the rooftop on the 28th floor", Ultraman's skills are added, and he is omnipotent in heaven and earth. He is proficient in all eight martial arts.

Qiao Shuran was suddenly a little glad that "No. [-]" was not chosen, otherwise, whoever played this kind of role would be a hit.

He saw that the script he had worked so hard to create was ruined in such a horrible way, just like a mother watching her child born in October was snatched by robbers, and tortured until she was completely out of shape.

Qiao Shuran cried with real emotion.

He knew it was useless to talk to Yao Jie, so he approached the director and said that he suggested not to make any changes to the script.

But the director refused straight away, frowning and waving his hand, "I can't shoot according to the original script."

Qiao Shuran asked anxiously, "Why?"

Director: "If you want to shoot like that, it will be a real drama."

Qiao Shuran: "..." This is a real drama!

The director lit a cigarette and sprayed his face with his breath: "That kind of one has no market, no one watches it, what about the ratings?"

"Cough, cough cough!" Qiao Shuran was choked up and coughed, and humbly retorted: "No, there was a popular drama not long ago?"

The director didn't talk nonsense, and just hummed, "Then tell me, among those popular TV series, are there more dramas or more commercial dramas?"

Qiao Shuran was choked to death by this sentence, unable to utter a word for a long while.

Just like that, Qiao Shuran's script was completely ruined, completely lost.

And the saddest thing in the world is far more than that. When the TV series was broadcast, Qiao Shuran's name was not written in the column of the screenwriter's signature.

This time, no amount of psychological training was of any use. He suppressed his anger and knocked on the door of Yao Jie's office.

Qiao Shuran respectfully brought a cup of coffee in, put it lightly on Yao Jie's table, and said in a low voice: "Sister, I made you a cup of coffee. Two pieces of sugar without milk, according to your taste."

Yao Jie was sitting on the swivel chair and was grinding her nails with the scrub stick in her hand. She didn't even bother to look up at him, so she replied perfunctorily: "Yes."

"Sister Yao," Qiao Shuran said hesitantly, "I want to ask, why didn't my name be signed in the ending credits of "Bloody Love in the City"?

"Really? I really don't know about it," Yao Jie replied absent-mindedly, blowing between her fingers, "Maybe it's a leak."

Qiao Shuran suppressed her anger: Young master, act innocently for me here, you handed in the list of screenwriters, don't you know? !This year's Golden Horse Award for Best Actress is awarded to you.

He ground his molars, controlled himself, and kept polite with a smile on his face: "Then, can you still make it up?"

"If it's missed, it's missed. What else is there to make up? What a hassle, the show is over."

Qiao Shuran couldn't hold back the last smirk, she just wanted to pick up the cup of hot coffee on the table and pour it on the old hag's head.

"What do you care about these things?" Yao Jie glanced at him and said disdainfully, "Shouldn't you just sign two words, young people should not pay too much attention to these false names."

Qiao Shuran: "..."

"What do you care about these things"? "Don't just sign two words"?Which screenwriter can tolerate his work without his own name?Do you still want face?Why don't you sign my name but not your own?You might as well just say you want to keep the script for yourself.

Seeing that his complexion was not very good-looking, Yao Jie put on a hyaluronic acid face, and said with a fake smile: "Actually, you see, this is not the story you originally wrote. I just applied the outline, and the plot is completely different."

Qiao Shuran was speechless for what he said so logically.That's right, the changes were messed up beyond recognition, how could this still be the script he wrote?

Qiao Shuran didn't dare to offend his boss, in order to continue to make a living in this line of work, he still swallowed the sentence "I can go to you" in his stomach.

It's nothing more than bearing the burden of humiliation.

After that, Qiao Shuran was depressed for a while.

His work was ruined, he was suppressed by his boss, and the feeling of being depressed enveloped him like a haze, making him unable to do anything.

He felt that he needed to find something else to do to relieve his emotions, so that he could not always face life in such a negative way and live in such a depressed way.

Blessed to the heart, Qiao Shuran thought of the takeaway boy who came in the rain, the No. [-] who shined brightly because of his performance of Lu Ting'an on stage, and the boy who said to him, "You are the first to say that I am good at acting".

What is that little brother's name?

Qiao Shuran tried to recall, and he remembered the other party's self-introduction on the audition day——

Ning... Ning... Ning Han.

Since he came to audition, which company's artist should he be?

Qiao Shuran searched on a certain degree, and the entry briefly introduced Ning Han's name and company.From this point of view, he should be a not very popular artist.

But thinking about it, I came to audition alone, without even an assistant or manager to accompany me, and I didn't wear a hat or mask when I left, even a slightly famous artist would not do this.

Almost a year has passed since the audition day, but Qiao Shuran can still think of Ning Han's lonely and lonely figure that day, he seems to be able to get a sense of sympathy from that desolate and unwilling figure.

There are too many difficult people in this world, Qiao Shuran is not the only one who has a difficult life, everyone has their own difficulties.For example, this is Ning Han.

With such a pretty face and such amazing acting skills, why isn't she popular?Does he not even have a fan?Is Qiao Shuran the only one who knows Ning Han's goodness?

The sun was setting outside the window, and the setting sun set a golden border on the buildings in this city. Occasionally, there were a few melodious and melodious chirping of birds, which were finally immersed in the hustle and bustle of the bustling city, and no one heard them.

How many talented and capable people are there, just like the singing of this bird gradually fades away, and finally disappears in the impetuous world rules, becoming ordinary.

Qiao Shuran held his head, looked at the name in the Baidu entry, and fell into deep thought.

He hasn't chased stars, hasn't been a fan of anyone, and hasn't really liked any artist.

How about giving it a try?

The author says:

Qiao Shuran: Evil capital!