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Lin Siji found the No. 43 contestant waiting room through the guidance.

Fu Yueyu had already left, but Zhang Mo was still in his seat.

Lin Siji knew that Zhang Mo participated in the casting, together with Fu Yueyu.

After learning about Zhang Mo's partner, Lin Siji also tried to remind Zhang Mo that Fu Yueyu had a problem with his moral character and shouldn't get too close.

But Zhang Mo insisted that the two sides are just a simple cooperation, and the casting is only about ability, not about character.

Lin Siji could only give up.

He and Zhang Mo are not close friends.

Speaking of this, the limit has been reached, and it is not appropriate to intervene.

Like Lin Siji, Zhang Mo is also a person with a strong sense of boundaries. When chatting with Lin Siji, he rarely involves personal matters.

But even so, Lin Siji could sense Zhang Mo's speechlessness to Fu Yueyu during the cooperation from his few words.

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After all, Fu Yueyu has such an arrogant and domineering character, and he doesn't hide his own bad and disgusting character.

As long as it is a normal person, most of them will not have a good impression of him.

But Lin Siji was slightly surprised that Zhang Mo didn't even accompany Fu Yueyu on stage.

He didn't expect that the relationship between the two of them had deteriorated to such an extent that they were unwilling to maintain even the superficial decency.

But now is clearly not the time to dwell on this.

Lin Siji opened the door and walked quickly to Zhang Mo.

Faced with Lin Siji's rudeness of not knocking on the door, Zhang Mo was very surprised. He raised his head and asked...

Lin Siji interrupted: "Is the subject you chose boxing?"

Zhang Mo was even more surprised, he denied: "No, isn't boxing your subject?"

Lin Siji's expression suddenly turned cold.

Zhang Mo sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Lin Siji said succinctly: "Fu Yueyu moved sandbags to the stage."

So Zhang Mo also changed his face.He looked at Lin Siji with an ugly expression.

Both of them saw the same guess in each other's eyes.

Lin Siji made a decision: "Go and see the situation first."

When the two rushed to the waiting area, Fu Yueyu had already taken the stage.

There was an old sandbag hanging in the center of the stage. Fu Yueyu clenched his fists and hit the surface of the sandbag with his dirty red boxing gloves.

Lin Siji only took two glances to confirm that Fu Yueyu was acting from his own script.

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He turned back and asked Zhang Mo: "Has he told you?"

Zhang Mo's face was pale, he stared at the stage incredulously, and he said dryly after a while: "No."

"That's what he did."

Lin Siji's voice was flat, with the cold air at the end, and he restrained himself very well.

"This coward."

He glanced over Fu Yueyu, half contempt and indifference.

Looking up, Lin Siji unexpectedly saw Yang Yan in the opposite waiting area.

In the winter, even if there is heating in the room, the chill still rises from the soles of the feet.

Yang Yan was only wearing unlined clothing, and from a distance away from the stage, Lin Siji vaguely saw his body trembling slightly.

Yang Yan crossed her arms and stared at the stage without blinking.

He was huddled in the corner alone, looking a little pitiful, like a child who was robbed of candy.

Lin Siji stared at him, blunt anger rising in his heart little by little.

When Lin Siji realized that the script had been stolen, Lin Siji was not that angry.He was more in the mood of watching a joke, thinking that this trash can really do such a bottomless thing.

However, when he saw Yang Yan's lonely figure, his vanished anger broke out suddenly.

Lin Siji felt that the soft spot in his heart had been stabbed hard, and the pain and anger that spewed out were sharp and dazzling.

He began to tremble uncontrollably, his canine teeth were grinding, his usual calm appearance was nowhere to be seen.

Even Zhang Mo, who was on the verge of falling, noticed something was wrong with him, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Lin Siji took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"fine."

He took a deep look at Fu Yueyu, then turned his gaze to the judges' seat.

Wang Shusheng and screenwriter Li Yunan sat in the center, and they were watching the performance intently.

Finally, his gaze fell back to Yang Yan.

The ruthless emotions melted like ice and snow, leaving only soft helplessness and pity.

Yang Yan sneezed, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose, shrunk to the side of the curtain, and used the curtain to block a little bit of cold wind.

After doing all this, he raised his eyes and looked back at the stage.

Every line Fu Yueyu uttered and every punch he hit on the sandbag made him feel extremely familiar.

Yang Yan could not be unfamiliar with it.

This was the scene he had practiced for a whole month, and the unfaded scars on his fists did not allow him to be unfamiliar with it.

Yang Yan watched Fu Yueyu hit the sandbag hard.

The props are really good, the lighting is also very good, the dust in the air is illuminated brightly, and it vibrates in the air with every muffled sound of the sandbags.

The stage atmosphere is very strong.

Fu Yueyu's acting skills are barely passable, and the madman and the depressive plot match unexpectedly well.

It's a pity that the boxing moves are really ugly.

The leg squats are not wide enough, the punches lack a sense of rhythm, the force is not placed in the right place, and the hitting action is not entertaining. It can only be regarded as unskilled brute force.

Yang Yan shook his head slightly.

If it is yourself, you can do better.

There is no room for comparison is better.

But in the current situation, there is probably no room for him to show off.

Yang Yan spoke Fu Yueyu indifferently, and the vague disappointment in his heart was not so much the helplessness of the lost opportunity, but rather the pity that the high-quality script was tarnished.

He raised his eyes and unexpectedly met Lin Siji's gaze.

That sight was very strange, Lin Siji's pupils were filled with too many emotions, making one's heart palpitate.

Yang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a comforting smile.

I'm okay.

he said silently.

After receiving the smile, Lin Siji was taken aback for a moment, and then he visibly relaxed.

Freed from the mania, Lin Siji gave Yang Yan a helpless smile.

How to do?

Yang Yan blinked lightly twice.

Lin Siji seemed to understand something from his eyes, but he didn't seem to.

He pondered for a while, and when he looked up, there was a smile and encouragement in his eyes.

Do whatever you want, you can do it.

The lights on the stage went out, and applause came from the judges' bench.

Then, someone shouted: "Number 44."

Fu Yueyu returned the same way, when he passed by Yang Yan, he stopped for a moment, and glanced at him proudly and provocatively.

Yang Yan's eyes were like a fire in the middle of the night: "You don't think you can win with this tricky trick, do you?"

Fu Yueyu smiled coldly: "Go on stage first, big star, they are all waiting for you."

At this moment, another urging came from the stage: "No. 44! Is No. 44 here?"

No time to entangle, Yang Yan took a deep look at Fu Yueyu: "Wait."

Fu Yueyu returned a malicious smile.

Yang Yan walked onto the stage and stood still in front of the sandbags.

His gaze passed over the old sandbag and landed on Lin Siji.

Lin Siji looked at him and nodded slightly.

The field staff looked at Yang Yan who had not moved for a long time, and reminded: "No. 44, please start your performance as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry." Yang Yan looked up at him, pointing to the sandbag, "Can you help me remove this?"

"Ah?" The field manager was taken aback, "Isn't this your prop?"

"No." Yang Yan said politely, "Please help move it away, and give me another chair, thank you."

The field manager hesitated, but nodded to the student union staff.

Four or five people with work cards came up, and quickly removed the sandbags and moved them away.

A student ran over and said to the field manager: "There are not many chairs, we have to move them backstage, it may take a few minutes..."

The scene manager hesitated. Of course, a few minutes is not too long, but it is really not appropriate for the big director to wait during this period.

Their voices were not low, the stage was quiet, and the conversation was easily heard by the judges.

"Is there a lack of chairs?" Next to Wang Shusheng, screenwriter Li Yunan stood up, "Take me."

The teacher at the nearby school hurriedly got up: "Bian Li, you can sit on the chair, and I can use my chair."

"No need." Li Yunan stopped him from getting up, and said with a smile, "Legs are numb, I just stood up for a rest...No. 44, don't be dazed, come and get your props."

The teacher was still dissuading, but Yang Yan had already stepped forward and jumped off the stage.

Li Yunan lifted the chair and handed it out.

Wang Shusheng had been watching the scene with cold eyes. Now that Yang Yan was approaching, he focused his attention on the demanding No. 44.

Wang Shusheng looked at it with his eyes, but Yang Yan did not show any stage fright.

He and Wang Shusheng's eyes met, and they nodded slightly, neither humble nor overbearing, then looked away, and took the chair from Li Yunan's hand.

"Thank you." Yang Yan said succinctly.

He turned around, walked to the side of the stage, put the chair on the stage, and then supported it with his hands, and jumped onto the stage as lightly as a leopard.

Yang Yan returned to the center of the stage, placed the chairs, and sat down.

The stage was very dark, and his face was also hidden in the darkness, making it hard to see clearly.

Lin Siji behind the curtain reminded in a cold voice: "Lighting."

The scene manager woke up like a dream, and made a gesture to the lighting control room.

The light spilled down and lit the center of the stage.

Yang Yan sat quietly in the light, his eyelashes trembled, and the shadows under his eyes trembled too.

Trembling twice, Yang Yan jumped forward and fell heavily from the chair.

His landing has no aesthetic feeling, like a plaster statue falling to the ground, shattered into a mess.

With a muffled sound, many people in the judging panel frowned, thinking that this fall was really serious.

Wang Shusheng slightly raised his eyelids and sat up straighter.

After falling to the ground, Yang Yan didn't get up, but adjusted his posture with difficulty, stretched his arms, and crawled slowly on the ground.

Lin Siji looked at his slow movements and realized.

A ballerina play, ending with a climactic scene.

The persecuted ballet dancers had their legs broken, cut off the possibility of returning to the stage, and lost the most basic ability to take care of themselves.

He moved to a dilapidated rental house, and his poor financial situation prevented him from paying the high price of a wheelchair, so he could only crawl on the ground with his arms.

Ballet dancers have become numb to the cruel reality and live in a daze.

But one day, he accidentally heard the dance music of "Don Quixote" coming from the neighbor's house...

Yang Yan was still crawling on the ground. He climbed out of the position of about two meters, supported the ground with one hand, and raised the other hand, making a cup shape.

He put the invisible cup on the ground, and struggled for the kettle again.

Lie on the ground, pour water, drink water.

Do it slowly and hard.

Yang Yan put the cup back on a high place, turned his arms vigorously, and climbed back to the seat.

When he climbed onto the seat, his movements were laborious and clumsy, and he was a different person from when he was on the stage just now.

Yang Yan sat down on the chair.His expression was gray and dead, like an abandoned wax figure. The damaged exterior faintly reveals the beauty of its glory days, but it cannot conceal the desolation and desolation inside.

has it ended?

In the judges' seat, several people looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

Suddenly, low music came from the side of the stage.

Several judges were taken aback, Li Yunan's expression moved slightly.

"Don Quixote" ballet, a variation of an act.

On the stage, when the first note sounded, the people on the stage changed suddenly.

His stooped back straightened suddenly, and his drooping eyelids lifted accordingly.

The music lit up the godless eyes of the godless, and the waves of the Abel River shone in them again.

Yang Yan raised his head slowly amidst the music.

His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, from hesitation to swiftness, shaking off the dust on his body little by little.

All the dust has fallen, and the glory of the past has returned.

The down-and-out ballet dancer clutched the memories in his bones, stretched out his arms, and slowly reached for the light above his head with trembling fingers.

The wax figure shook off the dirt and opened its eyes.