God is the king of acting

After receiving the notice, Xia Qing kept urging him to read the script and some historical videos to think about the role.

Chu Lian opened the script, and after reading the first few pages, she didn't look at ten lines at a glance. Instead, she pondered word by word and thoughtfully.

Yin Shi brought over a cup of coffee: "It seems that you are going to stay up late, let's have a cup of coffee."

Chu Lian raised her head in surprise: "Boss Yin?"

Although Yin Shi usually took good care of him, but it was the first time that he was so attentive.

Yin Shi's usually serious and serious face looked away uncomfortably.

Chu Lian lowered her head to look at the script, then looked up at Master Yin, and suddenly understood: "Mr. Yin, do you like this violinist very much?"

It seems that the other party has watched the concert performance many times, but he was severely rejected when he wanted to follow.

"Yeah." Yin Shi nodded, "Music is the best way to express human thoughts."

Chu Lian thought of Gongxi Heishi, that monster likes painting very much, he once said that every painting can reveal the painter's worldview, thoughts and feelings, which is very interesting.

Music and painting are the same thing.

"Does President Yin like Wen Hua?" Chu Lian raised her hand and circled the script, and the one circled was the protagonist in the play, the violinist Wen Hua.

Yin Shi got up and sat next to Chu Lian, looking at the script with a soft and confused expression: "... I can't say whether I like it or not, but his songs are very crazy, as if he has got rid of the shackles of etiquette, which makes people involuntarily Think about whether you are too concerned about what you are bound by."

As a real person of Deqing, even if he liked that lotus demon, he didn't dare to say it, he dared not do it, and he didn't dare to show the slightest emotion. He didn't regret it until the other party died in his hands.

Thinking of the imprint on his chest, Yin Shi's expression was gloomy. Leaving aside the fact that he was a real person of Deqing, even from the beginning, they were hostile existences.

Chu Lian didn't see Yin Shi's expression, but looked at the script and remembered the video of Wen Ye's performance she had seen, and couldn't help laughing: "Is it crazy, indeed, after the last song "Destruction" ended, it even broke All the strings."

Seeing Mr. Yin who tried his best to express himself as paralyzed, Chu Lian smiled, but her eyebrows were very serious: "I will reappear Wen Hua and play a song "Destruction" for you. At that time, can you consider it?" between us."

Let go of the shackles, this is what Daoist Deqing needs. He has always abided by his duty and dared not go beyond half a step. Do you really have no regrets?

Chu Lian knew that the sword in her chest had already become the opponent's demon.

Early in the morning, Xia Qing hurried over to pick up Chu Lian, even ignoring another star under her command who was participating in the show. This transnational script was even more exciting.

After all, because Chu Lian is more mature, he did not accompany many shows, and he often took care of other actors who were older than Xiao Chu. Thinking about it this way, I really feel sorry for that young man who has just grown up.

When it was time for the audition, Chu Lian knew what it was like for all the actors who looked a little like Wen Hua to audition. Even the director and producers were probably a little speechless at the moment.

Over there, are your eyes all right?And over there, your face is so complete that you can no longer smile, well, it's like a gentle statue.

There used to be three points of similar people, but now they have become seven points alike.

Xia Qing pulled La Chulian's sleeve, and whispered: "Their faces are a little stiff after plastic surgery, which is not good for acting. On the contrary, although you don't look very similar to Mr. Wen, compared to them, you are selected now." There are many opportunities.”

Chu Lian glanced around, a large number of stunning faces were gathered together, and they all looked a little similar, which made him feel a little stomachache, no matter how beautiful the face was everywhere, it would be a scary feeling.

Presumably the director and the producer also thought the same way. When there were 10 minutes before the audition, the loudspeaker directly announced that all those who underwent plastic surgery should go back.

The crowd was clamoring, like a vegetable market in an instant, and finally even the security guards were alarmed. Presumably everyone didn't want to waste such a good opportunity, but they didn't expect that they didn't even have to participate in the audition.

After leaving most of the people, the hall was instantly emptied. The dozen or so people left alone looked at each other with hostility in their eyes. The next step was not a face-to-face competition, but acting skills were more important.

Chu Lian wore a simple white shirt today, but the cuff buttons were exaggerated red, which looked nondescript.The hair was not styled with any hairspray, and the broken bangs lay softly on the full forehead, and a pair of simple flat mirrors were worn on the eyes.

This look was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of a group of well-dressed people. Chu Lian ignored the mocking eyes of others and stood quietly, even a little dull.

Seeing people go in one by one, and then come out dejectedly one by one, those who didn't have their turn were already a little anxious, only Chu Lian sat with her arms up and waited for the roll call, she looked a bit like a primary school student.

A middle-aged man walked by, looked at the young man sitting upright with surprise in his eyes, paused before starting to walk away.

I have been preparing for this film for a long time, and I have also cooperated with foreign directors. Whether it is the director or the producer, they all have deep respect and love for Wen Hua. It can be said that the world is saved by Wen Hua's piano sound. There were many, many people, and the crazy music made many people let go of their shackles and face themselves again.

"Sure enough, there are very few people in this world who can play Master Wen." Director Shen rubbed his forehead with some headaches, "Funds and equipment are not a problem. Yes, but I'm more concerned about..."

"Is there anyone who can perform Master Wen's piano voice?"

The people present were silent, and after a while, a foreign man spoke in awkward Chinese: "Honey, this is our gift to the Red Country, oh no, it is a gift to the world, so the world will definitely send us an angel." .”

The producer sighed: "These actors are indeed somewhat similar to Master Wen, but they are all a bit older when they have good acting skills. Master Wen was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he became famous, and those younger actors are not good at acting. It's really a headache."

Several people were discussing. The middle-aged man who had just passed by Chu Lian walked over. He hesitated for a while when he heard the discussion before speaking: "... There is a young man outside, maybe you can call him in and have a try."

Several main creators stood up: "Mr. Wen, you are here."

Wen Jiaye reached out his hand to shake hands with the main creators: "This film is also the hope of my mother. My mother is old, but she can't forget my father at all times, so I want to work together with my mother."

The examiners for this audition included not only the producer and several directors, but also Wen Hua's son Wen Jiaye, and even Wen Hua's wife, who was also in her 70s and was resting in a wheelchair.

When Chu Lian came in, she looked at the old man in surprise. At this moment, the old man just woke up and looked at Chu Lian, his cloudy eyes seemed to tremble.

Unexpectedly, even Wen Hua's relatives were invited. It seems that they attach great importance to this movie.

It seemed that Chu Lian was shocked by Chu Lian's "sense of ruin" and "sense of fashion". The two bright red cuff buttons on her plain clothes were really hard to look at directly. A scene, the scene of Wen Hua introducing himself for the first time. "

It is much more difficult to be assigned to perform which part than to perform selectively. Chu Lian straightened her sleeves before entering the atmosphere.

"I'm Wen Hua." The young man lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, "Wen is warm, Hua is gorgeous."

Seemingly hearing the ridicule of others, the young man lowered his head, and his voice gradually weakened: "No, no, I just think red looks better."

The laughter seemed to be louder, the young man's face was a little red, and he didn't say anything for a long time, only his thin lips trembled a little, and he forced himself to finish: "I like music, a music fanatic, a music fanatic, I want to be The most famous musician in the world!"

At the end, the young man's eyes were full of brilliance, he changed the dullness before, and described the charm of music vividly.

It's a pity that he was kicked out before he finished speaking, and his career was hit hard again. The poor one didn't even have money for food, and the money had already been spent on the clothes he applied for.

After the performance, Chu Lian bowed.

The main creative staff didn't react too much. This is Wen Hua's daily life, which is relatively close to reality. Almost none of the actors who came here to audition performed badly. The next part is the focus, Wen Hua's music.

There was no violin at the scene, and it seems that the directors didn't want the actors' superb piano skills, what they wanted was the performance of the actors after they got in touch with the violin.

The young man looked around in a daze, as if he saw something and walked up quickly, only obsession remained in his eyes, and he slowly grasped this thing as if he was holding the whole world.

Slowly retreating, the young man's figure became more upright, shy, and all the embarrassment was removed from the young man's body. The young man closed his eyes, stepped up the steps with light steps, opened his hands, and the world was ups and downs under his feet.

Calm and soothing, this is the expression seen on the young man's face, but when he opened his eyes in an instant, his eyes seemed to be covered with bloodshot eyes, followed by the ups and downs of music, which moved people's hearts.

It's not an angel, it's a demon, it's a demon playing a violin, madness is the only thing that can be felt, it's a sharp blade that breaks the bondage, like a knife, it cuts through people's hearts, trembling with pain.

The music is no longer euphemistic, and it seems that even the euphemism at the beginning is an illusion. The young man is fascinated by pulling the strings until the strings break, splashing blood all over his body.

There was obviously no sound of the piano, but tears were in everyone's eyes, their throats wanted to roar at the top of their lungs, and their hands were so painful that they didn't realize it.

The old man's cloudy eyes were dry, and his face was covered with tears: "...Young man, you are playing "Destruction"."

"I didn't expect that I, a person with half a foot in the coffin, could actually see him play "Destruction" in this life. Destruction destroyed him, but saved countless people. He pursued the supreme music, Presumably he has no regrets, it's just me."

Wen Jiaye held his mother's hands and said nothing. He only met his father when he was a child. In his impression, his father was a lunatic. When he was normal, he was a gentle father, but when he was abnormal, he was a... devil.

A patient who has been admitted to a mental hospital many times.

Several creative staff came back and wiped away their tears. Director Shen coughed dryly: "You are very good. I didn't expect anyone to be able to perform "Destruction". I hope you will continue to work hard. Please keep your mobile phone unblocked these days, and we will notify you as soon as possible. result."

Chu Lian thanked politely, the gloom in her eyes was swept away during the performance, she smiled gently, and the whole image instantly became vivid.

Director Shen coughed dryly again. He absolutely refused to admit that all the performers were out of the play. He was still in the play and his heart was still beating.