Since he promised Xu Qichen to consider going to the audition, Xia Xiqing has had nightmares all night long, dreaming of things he had had when he was a child. He thought that he had forgotten all over the years.

But the moment when he opened his eyes with cold sweat, Xia Xiqing realized that he had never forgotten that these dark memories were dormant in a secret corner of his heart, waiting for the opportunity to surface and hit the nerves at all times.

Xia Xiqing hated her embarrassment, and even more hated herself, who was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to face her.

When I woke up, I couldn't sleep. I turned on my phone at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night and refreshed my Moments. It happened that the latest one was Zhou Ziheng's Moments at 2:45 am.

There is a photo of him mosaiced scripts and various notes, as well as a cup of coffee.

It's really hard.

Xia Xi counted a thumbs up and received news from Zhou Ziheng the next second.

[Moral Model: Why haven't you slept yet?]

[Terrorist: look at you.]

Holding his cell phone, Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling and thought of the information he saw on the bay window of Zhou Ziheng's bedroom last time. It seems that he really wants to act well in this drama, so he put so much effort into it.

For some reason, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind. Zhou Ziheng, in a suit and tie, stood on the stage to receive the award, and he was also wearing a look of a man and sat in the audience to applaud him.

Xia Xiqingjue was sick himself.

What if one of the main creators who celebrated him in the audience was someone else.

[Terrorists: What new people do you like? Let's get the first product.]

It was just a joke, but who would have thought that Zhou Ziheng actually gave him a few photos.

[Moral Model: All directors went to the film school to find it. At present, I think these three are pretty good. They are pretty handsome. They are all professional and have good professional skills.]

In fact, what Zhou Ziheng said was quite pertinent, "not bad", "very pretty", "not bad", and "not bad". These descriptions are not enough [appreciation], and can be considered above the passing line. But Xia Xiqing felt uncomfortable after reading it, and was used to finding a way to find him to attribute this abnormality to his old habit of being too high.

But I didn't understand why he had to compare him with the three newcomers Zhou Ziheng said.

Perhaps it was because Xia Xiqing hadn't responded for too long, so Zhou Ziheng made another one.

[Moral Model: What's wrong, I suddenly asked this.]

[Terrorist: Just ask, see which newcomer is so lucky. He is with handsome guy Zhou for the first time.]

He clicked on the first picture and was a little boy who looked eighteen or nineteen years old. His facial features were pretty and white, and his skin looked very pure. The one in the first picture was almost the same style, with a longer head.

The boy in the last picture is a little special. His eyes are very light in color, his face is round, and his head is also brown. It is a type that girls will like now, cute and pure.

[Terrorist: The third child is very cute, I feel it matches you.]

When it was time to give it to him, Xia Xiqing deleted the second half of the sentence and praised the first half.

Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply from Xia Xiqing's WeChat message. He hesitated whether to tell Xia Xiqing that he wanted to act in this drama with him. He deleted and changed it in a few words, but he saw new news from the other party.

The three words "child" almost touched his reverse scale in an instant, not to mention the following sentence "It's quite cute". He deleted the words he had edited before in one breath.

[Moral Model: What, what does it mean to your appetite?]

Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing. Why can't this guy know what he tastes until now? If he doesn't know, just look in the mirror.

He looked at the photo again. The boy inside smiled brightly, and his eyes were very beautiful.

Like a small slut.

[Terrorist: Isn't this pure appearance your taste? I don't know if it's the same in appearance or not.]

Don't do it like it.

Zhou Ziheng was already angry, and when he saw this sentence, he became even more angry. It turned out that Xia Xiqing always thought that he was fooling around with him because of his pure and pure face. He knew from the beginning who Xia Xiqing was, and he was not deceived by his face at all. He didn't know if it was anger or something, but Zhou Ziheng finally typed a few words and turned off his phone.

[Moral Model: Yes, it's the taste.]

Xia Xiqing saw this WeChat and sat up directly from the bed.

When did Xia Xiqing come and go to others when he summoned him? He was in line and there were so many people on him. Zhou Ziheng actually dared to say in front of him that other men were his taste. These guys really gave him face.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more confused, and the more I felt that I was cowardly, so I sat up and smoked a cigarette. Xu Qichen didn't dare to answer her notebook, and now she was still compared by such a yellow-haired boy who had not grown up.

Your taste? The fuck won't let you play with your taste.

With this not very positive attitude, Xia Xiqing finally agreed to Xu Qichen's audition. Xu Qichen on the phone was surprised and couldn't do it. "I thought you were thinking about it and it was a fool, but I didn't expect you to really come."

In fact, it was really a fool, if it weren't for being angry with Zhou Ziheng.

"Well, give the time and place."

"Well? Didn't Ziheng tell you? It's tonight."

"Tonight?" Xia Xiqing didn't hold back, and after saying it, he felt a little regretful. Since that night, he hasn't told Zhou Ziheng. Even if he lives in the opposite door, no one will contact anyone. He has no idea that the audition for the man is scheduled tonight.

"Well, it's 7:30 tonight. The address is for you. If you come here, don't drive, just take a taxi. Here are you downstairs, there are a lot of reporters nearby."

Xia Xiqing nodded and hung up the power. It was already seven o'clock now. He was lazy to pack up, so he went out in the black one-piece uniform that he was drawing at home. While sitting in the taxi, Xia Xiqing saw himself in the rearview mirror, and his head was a little messy, so he used a circle to tie the tail around the back of his head.

As soon as he finished his prick, he was stunned for a moment. What was he doing like to act like this? He seemed to want to act with him.

No, I don’t want him to show off. When Xia Xiqing remembered that early morning incident, he became angry.

The taxi driver sitting in front glanced at him for several times, hesitated for a long time before speaking, "You, are you that star?"

When you meet a stranger, Xia Xiqing is used to using the trump card of smirking that you have been traveling around the world for fifteen years, "You admit your mistake."

"No, my sister's mobile phone screensaver is you." The driver looked only thirty years old. "It's you and that actor, that... Zhou Ziheng, yes, a photo of you two." He glanced at him again, "You are willing to admit your mistake. You have a long head and a mole on your nose. My sister likes you very much."

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt a little concerned.

When he got off the car, the driver held his cell phone and stretched out the window, wanting to take a photo of him, but Xia Xiqing didn't stop him when he saw it. Who told her that her sister was a self-study girl?

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that the pleasure brought by the fact that the fanaticism brought by the fact that it was actually two-way.

As soon as he got off the car, he saw Xu Qichen at the entrance of the hotel. He wore a pair of glasses and looked even more student-like than usual. Xia Xiqing trotted two steps to him.

“It’s been a long time?”

"No." Xu Qichen pushed his glasses and said to him with a smile, "You ran those two steps just now, quite handsome."

"Now, you brother Xiqing is handsome." Xia Xiqing tilted the corner of his mouth in a ruffian manner, and unconsciously put his hand on Xu Qichen's shoulder, "Why don't you throw Xia Zhixu and brother away?"

Xu Qichen said nothing, and Xiaoxiao, the two of them went upstairs. While taking the elevator, he roughly told Xia Xiqing about the audition situation and handed him the script in his hand. The folded page was the part he needed to prepare.

"How many people have come today?"

"If you add one, you will be four."

Xia Xiqing said oh, thinking about the photos Zhou Ziheng gave him before, it was probably those three newcomers, "Are there no other actors here?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "The others have already met for a long time. Director Kun is not particularly satisfied," said Xu Qichen's voice lowered a little, "This drama is not a big production, nor does it have a halo of famous directors. Many popular young actors are unwilling to act."

That's right. In fact, Xia Xiqing had always felt that Director Kun hoped that he could play. On the one hand, he believed that he was very similar to Jiang Tong, but it was not ruled out that the combination of him and Zhou Ziheng was full of popularity. After all, for a director who has always been making niche movies, it is also very important for more people to see his works.

It’s like an artist who claims to be unique, but it’s true that no one wants his works to be widely known. No matter how valuable things are, they cannot be revealed.

"I've tried two actors just now." Xu Qichen pushed open the door of the audition room, "Now everyone is resting and asking for it. You can read the script, and the next one is you."

Xia Xijing nodded.

Xu Qichen pulled his wide work pants, and there were paints stained with paintings on his head. He couldn't help but smile, "You're wearing very smoothly now."

He looked down and Xia Xiqing smiled indifferently, "Aren't you going to play autistic youth? Autistic youth don't dress up." They entered the back door. The room was quite large, and there was a piece of empty space in front of them. The camera was shining. A man wearing a baseball cap was sitting in front and talking to a man in a suit beside him. Xia Xiqing guessed that the simple dress was the director Kun they said.

What made him feel strange was that there was a little girl sitting next to her. Whose child is it? Or a little actor.

It happened that the two of them had finished their meeting. Director Kun looked back and saw Xia Xiqing suddenly, with a little surprised expression.

Xia Xiqing politely smiled at him.

"Let's go ahead first." Xu Qichen patted his shoulder and walked to the director's side to sit down.

Xia Xiqing nodded, then sat in the corner and looked through the script in his hand. The folded part was a small explosion. Jiang Tong returned home from the hospital and saw a family in the corridor abuse a little girl. This family has lived downstairs in his house for two years. It is common for him to beat the child if there is any trouble.

But Jiang Tong, who had just returned from the hospital, was cold all over. A girl cried hoarsely from his hearing aid. Thinking of herself before, he knocked on the door, and went from knocking on the door to smashing the door until the little girl's father opened the door. He stepped forward and hugged the child who was abused and let the other party beat him, but he didn't let go, and even the hearing aid was abolished.

It was not until Gao Kun passed by when he came back that he saved him.

It was such a strong climax scene from the beginning. Xia Xiqingjue had some difficulties. Fortunately, Jiang Tong was a hearing-impaired person with almost no lines and no additional tasks to memorize lines.

For some reason, just looking at the simplest description in the script, Xia Xiqing felt a little breathless. He tried to calm down and try to calm down.

One advantage of drawing since childhood is that he can build a concrete scene in his mind at all times, and it is not difficult to restore the situation in the script.

The difficulty is whether he can let go, or whether he dares to let go.

"Xu Zixi."

He raised his head and saw a young man sitting beside him responding and walked to the front.

"Hello everyone, it's Xu Zixi, a third-year undergraduate student in the xx Film Academy."

Junior year, I am really a real peer of Zhou Ziheng. The distance is a bit far, Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. Isn’t this the boy Zhou Ziheng said that “to his taste”? The real person is better than the photos, well-behaved and delicate, not particularly tall, and his voice is quite tender.

Xia Xiqing watched Xu Zixi walk out of the room, and it seemed that she was about to start acting by knocking on the door.

"Are you ready?" Director Kun asked.

"Okay." Xu Zixi responded at the door. After half a minute, he heard the sound of him knocking on the door. He was weak at first, without much strength, and the sound was not loud. After a while, no one responded. His movements became louder and louder, and the knocking on the door became louder and louder, mixed with a few "ahhh" shouts, which made him look very similar to a deaf and mute person.

He started to smash the door, the sound became louder and more anxious. At this time, an actor who was acting strode forward and opened the door. The door showed Xu Zixi's horror expression, and he slowly lowered his hand.

The actors in the opposite scene were not responsible for saying the lines. At this time, the little girl was already standing in front of the camera. The little actor was exhausted in acting, so she was standing there without crying and playing with him. This made Xia Xiqing feel more pressure.

As soon as Xu Zixi came in, he staggered to the little girl and knelt down and hugged her. He raised his arms high, and he still shouted in his mouth. The lines were very simple, almost repeating the words "Don't... beat...", but it was very difficult for him to say, and it was really like a disabled person who was beaten up.

Xia Xiqing didn't admit it, and his acting was indeed good.

At this time, another person walked in at the door quickly and pulled Xu Zixi, who was half kneeling on the ground.

It's Zhou Ziheng.

It turns out that he is here, and he is also responsible for the show.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him to the other side, and as soon as he let go, Xu Zixi squatted down with the young actor in his arms. His tears almost fell in an instant. While crying, he shouted the words "Don't be afraid" with difficulty. His hands holding the young actor were shaking. The scene was quiet and no one said anything.

Xia Xiqing felt pressured just by this crying scene. It seemed that her professional background was really different. She could immediately burst into tears when she said she could cry.

"Okay. OK."

When Xu Zixi heard the director speak, he quickly walked out of the role. He wiped his face and smiled shyly, holding the little actor's hand, and his voice was gentle, "Did you scare you just now?"

The director didn't say much, but the man in a suit sat on the side had a satisfied smile on his face. Xu Zixi turned around and bowed to Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng also smiled at him very politely and praised, "The crying scene is very good."

If someone else had changed, I would have withdrawn when I saw such an audition at this time. I was not a professional actor and had a virginity in front of me. Staying here would not mean that I would lose many adults.

But Xia Xiqing was a smart and strong person, especially when he heard Zhou Ziheng's praise.

If it were another role, he would not be sure of being sure.

But it is Jiang Tong.

Zhou Ziheng turned around and happened to see Xia Xiqing wearing a black work clothes in the corner. The two of them met their eyes once after more than a while.

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's surprised eyes, Xia Xiqing curled the corners of her mouth and raised the end of her eyebrows.

No, it's not Jiang Tong.
Chapter completed!