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Jiang Zitong looked down while holding the paper, and on it was Li Qingzhao's lyrics, "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi".

Jiang Zitong likes this poem very much, it's not easy to say, at one time, she even studied what kind of emotion to read it with.

So, now that she is asked to chant in the audition, it is tantamount to giving out sub-questions.

Jiang Zitong cleared his throat, moistened his throat, and said, "Xun Xun Mian, it's cold and clear, miserable and miserable. It's hardest to breathe when it's warm and cold. How can you beat him with three cups and two cups of light wine?" , The wind is coming late? The geese are passing by, sad, but they are old acquaintances. Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground. They are haggard and worn out. Who can pick them now? Keeping the window open, how can it be dark alone? The phoenix tree is also drizzled until dusk , Bit by bit. This time, for the first time, how can there be a word of worry!"

After the words fell, the studio was still very quiet, and if you looked carefully, you could still hear faint breathing.

The chief director was the first person to reminisce. He took the loudspeaker that the chief screenwriter put on the small bench, and shouted at the crowed crowd on the set: "Where is the assistant on the set? Hurry up and get ready to play." Board. The set assistant cleared the set quickly, and asked all irrelevant people to leave the set. In addition, Jiang Zitong will give you 5 minutes to memorize "Slow Voice" in your mind and memorize it!"

What?Is this still going to be memorized?It takes 5 minutes?

The chief director is joking, she is very familiar with this Ci Pai, in other words, she has already printed the entire Ci Pai in her mind.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later, the studio was cleared. The chief director took the loudspeaker again and said to Jiang Zitong: "Stand by the window, hold the window frame with your hand, and look into the distance with lonely, desolate and sad feelings. Read "Slow Voice" again. When you read it, the speed should be slower, and the expression should be more painful and melancholy! Alright, please start your performance!"

After listening to the chief director's request, Jiang Zitong looked at the chief director with strange eyes.

She has never acted in any scripts, but she knows that during the audition, the crew will improvise the questions, and the actors will improvise according to the scene and the plot.

What the hell is it now? The chief director has finished telling her all the scenes. Does she just need to digest the content and act along?

"The board assistant is in place, and the board will be played in 1 minute."

Before Jiang Zitong could figure it out, the chief director was already preparing to put the duck on the shelves, so she couldn't help but sweat for herself.

Forget it, for the sake of my own future, I have to fight so hard!

Big deal, success or benevolence! Come back after 30 years!

"The first round of audition, the study room—guitan, three, two, one, start shooting."

Everyone on the set pays attention to efficiency, and the playing assistant takes the time to play as soon as he arrives, without discussing with Jiang Zitong.

Obviously, it was too hasty, and Jiang Zitong hadn't gotten into the mood yet. After hitting the board, she didn't read out the words for a long time. To be precise, her mind got stuck and she forgot the words.

"Crack!" The chief director jumped out from behind the monitor, and said ferociously, "What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing! I asked you to read the Ci card, what's the content of the Ci card? Why don't you open your mouth? Do it again!"

"I, my head got stuck. No, I'm sorry..."

The board assistant didn't wait for Jiang Zitong to finish explaining. After pulling the board away, he quickly clasped his hands together: "The second round of the audition, the study room—guitan, three, two, one, start shooting."

"Hey, I'm looking for it, it's deserted, it's miserable..." This time Jiang Zitong's nerves were more tense, and as soon as he hit the board, he immediately followed the rhythm and read out the lyrics.

"Stop, stop, where did that sound come from? It wasn't in the script given to you, start again! Start again!"