The actress was teased again today

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"Ms. Qiao..."

Zhu Zhu was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, pacing left and right, but had no choice but to call someone.

A person she believed could definitely help Qiao Yu.

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Qiao Yu knocked on the door first, and then entered the audition room after hearing permission from inside.

The room is not small, and there are three people sitting behind the opposite table, from left to right are Producer Wu, Director Qin and Supervisor Zhang.

The three were good friends when they were not successful. Director Qin wrote scripts at home every day that were thrown into the trash can as soon as they were handed over to others. Producer Wu was acting as a martial artist in the play for three days, with no good skin on his body. Producer Zhang was wrongly born in that era when he looked down on the handsome boy and bumped into walls everywhere.

It's all mixed up now.

This is the first time for the three of their old friends to cooperate for "The Chronicle of Flowers". It is conceivable how much they attach importance to this film.

Qiao Yu smiled at them and bowed solemnly.

The other two were wondering why she didn't speak, and Director Qin with a poker face said in Hong Kong-style Mandarin: "Let's start when you're ready, you can handle it yourself."

Qiao Yu nodded, stood in front of them, and closed her eyes.

it's OK.

Although she can't speak now, it just so happens that this scene doesn't need words to express.

She recalled last night, when Zhou Wen sent her the script, there were only two sentences in the pdf:

"When the heroine was 42 years old, not long after she lost her son, her boyfriend who was on a business trip also died.

Please improvise a scene after she wakes up. "

Qiao Yu lay down on the ground and slowly opened her eyes. At this moment, it seemed that she was not at the audition scene, but in a remote and cramped small house.

A somewhat scorching light came in from the window, waking her up.

She stood up slowly, pinching her hands to her waist habitually, and moaned slightly.

The hard bed board made her waist start to feel sore, and there were often throbbing pains coming from there.

Sighing indistinctly, Qiao Yu got up and got out of the bed, walked to the bathroom with his waist supported, took the washbasin and started fetching water.

Producer Wu and Supervisor Zhang exchanged glances. Does she mean to act in a silent film?

After fetching the water, Qiao Yu splashed cold water on her face. She wiped her face with a towel, leaned forward slightly, touched the area around her eyes unconsciously, and then touched the two nasolabial folds carved by time.

She stared blankly, put down her hands in a daze, picked up the ointment by the sink and wiped her face carefully, looked in the mirror, the corners of her mouth turned up, her eyes flickered past some past, and the corners of her mouth drooped.

She walked out of the bathroom, went into the kitchen and started to eat breakfast. The two steamed buns were a bit hard, so she finished eating them with water, cleaned up the crumbs of steamed buns left in her palms, and then sat back on the bed in the bedroom, starting to be in a daze.

Producer Wu raised his hand as if to raise an objection, Director Qin turned his head to look at him, motioning him not to disturb.

Director Qin concentrated on watching Qiao Yu's performance. So far, she has not shown any sadness of the heroine in the film, but there is already such a silent and melancholy atmosphere in the room.

Crying and yelling are not the embodiment of good acting skills. Compared with the outward expressions of the first two audition actresses, Qiao Yu is obviously keeping his emotions inward, trying to act out the kind of sadness that is greater than his heart without words. dead feeling.

Director Qin is now curious about whether Qiao Yu will be silent until a certain point erupts as soon as he receives it.

Qiao Yu, who was stupefied after sending out, realized that he hadn't done anything, and straightened his back slightly.

She stood up and walked around the room in a panic, wanting to go out, but she didn't seem to want to go out, and she didn't know what to do. After wandering around for a long time, she realized that she still came to the same place - her wardrobe forward.

Qiao Yu hesitated, squatted down, and stretched her hands to the drawer under the closet. The closer she got, the more her fingers trembled. Even her upper and lower lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her breathing began to become heavy, but she still mustered up the courage to pull the drawer open.

The son's photo frame is inside, and the son is inside.

She took out the photo frame and the small quilt underneath.

The small quilt was covered by the baby when he was a child, and it still has a faint milky scent. Every time he smells the scent, he smiles sweetly at her, and falls asleep in a while.

Qiao Yu hugged the small quilt, her face was tightly pressed against the photo frame, and her weak legs made her kneel on the ground unexpectedly.

She hugged the quilt and couldn't make a sound, only her shoulders and thin back were shaking violently.

Producer Wu and Supervisor Zhang watched intently, their expressions a little moved.

Just when they thought Qiao Yu had finished, they saw her get up suddenly and hurriedly walk around the house, as if she was looking for something, she thought of something, opened the door and ran out, ran to a certain place, grabbed a Throw things aside.

Oh, did she walk over to the trash can and rummage through the trash?

Seeing her tear-stained face, Producer Wu even had the urge to help her find something. Fortunately, when she was about to stretch half of her body into the trash can, she finally found what she wanted. He took it out and smiled at it. , Tears fell down again.

Qiao Yu held the token of love her boyfriend gave her, the small wooden comb.

Sorry, your accident was not your fault.

I was wrong, I hated you for leaving me last night when I threw away the comb.

My son left me, I already lost half of my life, how can I live without you now...

Qiao Yu, who had been performing silently, felt great pain in her heart. She suddenly felt something gushing out from her chest and bursting into her throat, which made her finally let out a dissonant voice and burst into tears.

The heart-piercing voice immediately made the eyes of the sensual producer Zhang red.

"Okay."

Qin Dao said: "Qiao Yu, you can stop it."

Qiao Yu, who really wanted to stop the performance, couldn't control herself, and cried on the ground for a long time. In the end, the staff and Zhu Zhu came in and pulled her up.

Zhu Zhu thought that Qiao Yu was crying in front of the three men because she didn't perform well, and quickly apologized to Director Qin and the others, "I'm sorry, Director Qin Wu, Producer Zhang, and Teacher Qiao has a problem with her throat today, so if she doesn't perform well There really is a reason, and I'm really not making excuses..."

Producer Wu: "You said she lost her voice? No wonder..."

Producer Zhang: "No little girl, it's not that Qiao Yu didn't act well, it's because she got into the drama too deeply and didn't come out. It will be fine after a while."

Seeing the different expressions of the three when they left, Zhu Zhu saw that Producer Wu was smiling, Director Qin was still expressionless, and Producer Zhang was wiping away his tears, always feeling very weird, thinking that the result of this audition might not be optimistic, qiang He ran to Qiao Yu's side with all his energy to comfort her, "Mr. Qiao is fine, you are already very good at persevering in the audition..."

"I'm fine."

Qiao Yu, who was crying, felt that the previous depression was swept away, and she was very happy.

She smiled at Zhu Zhu, "Don't worry about me."

"Mr. Qiao, are you able to speak?"

Zhu Zhu patted her head after being happy: "It's over! I just told Mr. Cheng about your loss of voice!"

"You little Peppa Pig!" Qiao Yu wiped away her tears, and became anxious, "Why do you have to tell Teacher Cheng whenever you have something, she won't worry about me for nothing!"

10 minutes ago.

Cheng Sheng, who received Zhu Zhu's call, was acting as the dubbing director, listening to the studio's newcomers dubbing the game characters sentence by sentence, and pointed out where his feelings were wrong.

"You say Joe...what's the matter with her? I see."

Cheng Sheng hung up the phone, thought for two seconds, and summoned all the people in the studio to him, and apologized to them: "I'm sorry, everyone, I have to go to Hong Kong now, I'm afraid I can't continue with today's work, and it will delay you I'm very sorry for the time, and I will definitely make up for it later."

"It's okay, Mr. Cheng, if you have something to do, please do it first."

"It's not a big deal to ask for leave. If you are in a hurry, you can go quickly..."