After I went to the countryside variety show, I began to whitewash

"Brother Han! You still have injuries! Run slower!"

Chen Zhao was holding a pile of clothes behind him, yelling as he ran.

Yue Han's head was still wrapped in gauze, and the doctor said that two bones were broken and the abrasion was serious.

It can be seen that the wind under the feet of the person in front of him looks like he has taken medicine, how can it be serious?

Even if they tried their best, they couldn't catch up.

The staff at the entrance had a dark look on their faces, and they received a lot of scolding when they saw it. It's not easy for their parents to come now.

Director Hong Zidong, the level of filming and directing skills ranks first in the circle.He is most famous for his small mouth that is scolded by gods and Buddhas-even if the king of heaven comes to his crew, he will still scold him if he is not serious about acting.

The staff blocked her hand and said in a bad mood, "Today's audition is over."

Chen Zhao pretended to be pitiful and obedient: "Brother, please be accommodating. My artiste had an accident today. He rushed here just after waking up from the hospital. Look, the hospital gown is still on, and the shoes haven't been changed yet!"

I thought it was a prop costume of a certain crew, but I didn't expect it to be a real hospital gown.

Glancing up and down in surprise, the hospital clothes are not thick, and I don't know how long the person in front of me has been running in them, and his ankles are blue from the cold.

In December in Yinzhou City, the temperature is often below zero.

"The rules still have to be followed, it's wrong for you to be late." The staff said.

Chen Zhao was almost impatient, Yue Han reached out and pressed his arm.Looking up at the staff, he said softly: "We are indeed late, sorry. But, I still want to fight for myself, it only takes 3 minutes, just 3 minutes. If Director Hong is not satisfied—"

"How about you?"

There were footsteps coming from inside, accompanied by a sound full of breath.

It could be heard that the voice was full of anger, but it was not aimed at Yue Han.

Hong Zidong looked gloomy, and glanced at the weak artist in front of him: "Your image has nothing to do with the male fourth, so don't waste this effort."

The male number four of "Night" is a perverted murderer.

He often goes out on dark and windy nights, wearing a gentleman's dress, walking gracefully, and drawing a gentle and tender smile

Killed you.

In front of people, he is polite and gentle, and his rich family background has gilded him even more.

Behind the scenes, he was insane and morbid, with a mental state almost insane.

Such an extreme and complex role doesn't seem like the pretty boy in front of him can play it.

Yue Han's palms were sweating, but his eyes were unusually bright: "Director Hong, just 3 minutes, just 3 minutes."

3 minutes is not long, but Hong Zidong didn't want to waste this time.He was about to refuse, but someone agreed for him: "I haven't found a suitable male number four anyway, let him try."

The audition not only depends on the scene, but also depends on the performance under the camera.Some people are okay in live performances, but they lack the sense of camera, and everything is useless.

Hong Zidong randomly picked a scene and threw it to Yue Han. Yue Han gave him a slight smile, bowed to pick up the script, and began to grind it carefully.

Hong Zidong rubbed his hands together: "I'll give you 3 minutes to think about it, and 3 minutes to act. It's 6 minutes in total. Time out."

"Thank you Director Hong." Yue Han bowed.

Yue Han stood in front of the camera, his skin pale and sickly due to the light-colored blue and white clothes.His eyes are serious, as if he is reading an academic paper.

Under the lens of multiple cameras, there is no dead angle at all.No matter which picture, it seems to be a touching landscape ink painting.

"This face is absolutely amazing. I have photographed artists for so many years, and I have never seen such a face..."

"It was because of this face that he got into the circle at the beginning. Otherwise, why do you think he can spend a year in the entertainment industry without works, strength, or background?"

Hong Zidong was confused: "You all know him?"

"Of course, the representative of the entertainment circle is a mess. It's messy and a vase. Thousands of people scold tens of thousands of people. They haven't quit the circle, and their psychological quality is strong enough."

Three minutes passed in a flash. Yue Han had read the script in advance, and he had also acted it for Chen Zhao many times.He thinks that he has a good control over the role of the male number four "Fu Xun", but...

His back was constantly covered with cold sweat, the eyes of the people around him were scrutinizing, curious, and contemptuous, and multiple cameras were aimed at him.He seems to have become a marionette, losing his soul and color under the spotlight.

His palms were sticky, and he was even short of breath.

When Chen Zhao saw the movement of Yue Han's fingers gradually curling up, his eyelids twitched.

Oops!

Hong Zidong raised his hand: "3 minutes, let's start."

Everyone looked curiously at the man beside Hong Zidong, wearing a peaked cap, who was shrouded in light and looking forward.

I don't know if it was his illusion, Yuehan's lips seemed to be getting whiter.

1 minutes passed.

Yue Han remained motionless in place, his bright eyes seemed to have lost focus and were fixed in place.

"What? Let us watch him in a daze?"

"I really vomited. Fortunately, I really thought he had honed his acting skills in the past six months."

"Don't be ridiculous, what can be tempered in half a year?"

"You've got your face. Otherwise, how could you lick your face and beg Director Hong to give him 3 minutes. It's ridiculous. It's useless to give him 10 minutes."

Hong Zidong's complexion gradually turned ugly: "There is one minute left."

Is this kid playing with him?

Yue Han's throat began to dry out, and the lines he had memorized fluently were like a mess of spilled ink.

He still can't get over it.

Still can't help.

As long as he is in a place where there are many people, as long as he is in a place where the gaze is concentrated, he will be nervous, cramped, and sweat.

He still couldn't get over that.

It's ridiculous to say that an entertainer, an entertainer who wants to be an actor, can't keep his natural state in the public eye.

He knew that he should give up, he should give up the path of being an artist.

He is not suitable, he is not good.

This thought entangled his brain like a madman, like a cocoon entangled in the fibers of his body.

【Do you want to give up? 】

The mechanical, but gentle and soothing electronic sound sounded in his head again.

Want to give up?

no way.

Bloodshot gradually appeared in Yue Han's eye sockets, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Never give up.

[We feel your strong determination, and we will issue rewards in advance for the completion of the first item in the "Bucket List"] [Disappointed]

In an instant, the stars moved, and the turmoil around him turned into a void, and he was in a white glow.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that he was the only one left.

With 20 seconds left, Hong Zidong was too lazy to wait.

With a bang, he angrily kicked the small chair in front of his feet, and stood up with a dark face.

At this moment, the people in the camera frame moved.

The young man in the picture is still pale and sickly, even gorgeous.But his slender eyes were full of biting after frost, and he swept across the camera lightly, bringing creepiness to the viewers.

That glance seemed to be a signal of being targeted by a poisonous snake as its prey.

Everyone couldn't help but shivered with their arms folded. The young man in the picture had his back straight and his jaw slightly raised, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

But that smile was too shallow, and it didn't look like a smile, but rather...excited.

The boy knelt on the ground in an extremely graceful posture, his calf didn't touch the ground but his knees were on top.

"Director Hong...Director Hong...!"

The producer's throat twitched, his eyes stuck to the camera, and he kept pulling Hong Zidong.

"What's your name Hun'er?"

Hong Zidong turned his head impatiently, and suddenly, his eyes focused on one point.

The young man in front of the white cloth knelt on the ground dignifiedly and comfortably, his dark and deep eyes were casually looking at the ground, as if he was admiring a very satisfying masterpiece.

After admiring enough, he raised his right hand, tilted his head, and leaned his lips to the back of his hand.

Just when the lips were about to kiss the back of the hand, everyone's breathing tightened for no reason.

But the boy's movements stopped, instead of kissing, he slowly raised his eyes to the camera.

The young man under the camera has a lazy expression, and a kind of madness that is on the verge of collapse in his dark and bright pupils.

He raised his right hand, put the back of his hand in front of his lips reverently, stuck out the tip of his bright red tongue, and licked the back of his hand in a circle.

After completing this series of actions, the faint smile finally completed a real smile.

It was triumphant, it was joyous, it was madness.

The people present were as silent as cicadas, and a chill exploded in the scalp along with the electric current, bringing numbness and horror.

But they didn't think the picture they saw was scary. On the contrary, the picture was so beautiful, and it was weird and eerie.

The movements of Yue Han from the beginning to the end are very natural and ordinary, but every movement is full of chill, and all of them contain the pathology of the game's life.

It seemed that all of this was just his game, acting and killing.

He enjoys others' pursuit and praise of his appearance, and enjoys the flattery and admiration of others for his financial power.At the same time, he also enjoys the pleasure of easily taking human life, immersing himself in a bloody game called killing.

Hong Zidong's fingertips began to tremble with excitement: "It's you!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding white awns faded like the tide.

Yue Han pulled out abruptly and looked around bewilderedly. There were all kinds of people with different expressions.

Most of them were strangers, Yue Han's throat moved, and when he glanced at the man wearing a peaked cap, his eyes suddenly froze.

The other party was also raising his head, and the narrow and upward Ruifeng eyes happened to meet his gaze, and the end of the eyes that should have been charming were full of sharpness and sharpness.

It's him?

Before Yue Han could open his mouth, Hong Zidong strode forward, stretched out his hand and slapped Yue Han's back hard, and laughed loudly: "Stinky boy, you can't be judged by appearances! You young man looks like a bitch, and you're really good at it! "

"The acting skills just now are really amazing! Fuck, why didn't the filming officially start?" Hong Zidong was a little anxious, "Is your level still stable?"

Chen Zhaosheng was afraid that the hard-won announcement would be ruined, and hurriedly shouted: "Stable and stable! My artist is the most stable!"

Only then did Hong Zidong feel relieved, and trotted back to the machine to watch it repeatedly with a group of people.

The more I looked at it, the more I was full of praise. A group of people gathered like a honeycomb, chattering and chattering.

"I'm fucking goosebumps, I-fuck, with that look, I thought I was his next target!"

"There is no line, but it can be expressed like this, I-fuck, I-fuck."

"Didn't you say that Yuehan is a vase? The entertainment industry has such high requirements for vases?"

"Isn't everyone saying on the Internet that Yue Han has a bad temper when playing big names?? Why do I think he has a pretty good temper!"

"What is said on the Internet is all nonsense, you understand."

Chen Zhao hurriedly took off his coat and wanted to cover Yue Han, but who knew that another sycophant was more timely and caring than his assistant.

A tall man wearing a black peaked cap stood in front of Yue Han, and raised his arm to cover his shoulders with a cloak.

The man also folded the cloak very carefully to prevent the cold wind from entering.

The man was wearing a mask, Yue Han couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes could prove who he was.

Chen Zhao came frowning, just about to drive away this obstructive thing.

The three-dimensional browbones and the deep eyes are like cold blades enveloping the wind and snow.

Chen Zhao was so frightened that he took two steps back and covered his heart.

Isn't this fucking Lanche! ?