Passion collision

Ran Xuanyang lives in a villa in a relatively suburban area. The silent road stretches infinitely, and the star-point lights dimly illuminate the road ahead. Mingyu, who was already quite tired, only feels that his spirit is getting more and more trance-like. Consciousness, just keep running at a high speed at a constant speed.

Fortunately, I and someone have already been abandoned by the paparazzi, otherwise, if I take such a route at this time, I will definitely have someone to accompany me, and maybe I can make a few flashes.

Mingyu didn't drive into the garage that was purposely open, and parked the car at the gate, flaunting it in a low-key manner. Of course, he never thought that everyone in the entertainment circle knew his car, and Ran Xuanyang's place was well known. , He just thought it was convenient. After talking about the plot, he wouldn't have to go to the garage to back out the car when he drove home.

The door was slightly open, but Mingyu didn't push the door directly to enter, but rang the bell politely, waiting for the owner of the house to come out and open the door.

"The door is open, come in by yourself." Ran Xuanyang's voice came from the room, without any sleepiness at all.

Hearing this, Mingyu was no longer polite, and directly opened the door, changed into shoes at the entrance, took off his coat, turned around and closed the door before walking in.

The first floor is a spacious hall, with a whole row of comfortable leather sofas and a 70-inch large LCD TV, rendering the whole living room a grand and comfortable atmosphere. Imagine lying on the sofa sideways, watching as if a The LCD screen like a picture scroll... As expected, he is a person who can enjoy himself. Mingyu only thought for a second, and then dismissed the idea of ​​replacing the comfortable apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms he currently lives in with a villa. He is alone, There is no need for such a large space.

Ran Xuanyang was not in sight, when Mingyu stepped on the soft carpet and walked to the sofa, he was walking down the wooden stairs with two cups of steaming coffee, his hair was not tied up, Just draped over his shoulders, the loose and comfortable home clothes of ordinary style made him look more comfortable.

Listening to the voice is still energetic, but when seeing the appearance, he is so lazy. After handing the coffee to Mingyu, he leaned lazily on the sofa without saying anything polite, just like this with drooping eyelids yawned.

Xie Xie took the coffee, Mingyu took a sip, the strong aroma of coffee hit every tentacles of the taste in his mouth, instantly transmitted the rich aroma to the brain, slightly stimulated the nerve endings, and immediately made the drowsiness go away Cleared up.

No wonder people say that most people who can enjoy themselves either cook a good dish or make a pot of delicious coffee.

"Have you read the script?" After taking a sip of coffee, Ran Xuanyang gently placed the coffee cup on the crystal tea table in front of him, and opened his mouth casually.

"Yeah." Without putting down the cup, Mingyu still held the coffee cup, savoring it slowly.

"Do you think you can interpret the character of an idiot?" Ran Xuanyang directly asked a question that should be asked at the end of the discussion, and then looked at Mingyu's flawless picture. face, waiting for his answer.

To be honest, after studying the script carefully, Ran Xuanyang still regretted it. He never thought that it would be such a good script, let alone that after reading it three times, he would actually have a hard time with this protagonist. I believe in the enthusiasm, there are too many inspirations pouring from the body to the fingertips, and I start to clamor for what I want to do. Ran Xuanyang really wants to see a character that is completely in line with the play being created by himself, and believes that such a person, absolutely It will also touch every audience.

After the excited emotions wandered through the body for a few laps, he began to feel uncontrollably annoyed.

Mingyu!hehe!It was Mingyu!This man with perfect and precise acting skills is the least likely to play such a character that everyone can't help but be moved by. Maybe an ordinary person who has never taken an acting course will perform better than him, at least There is his own soul in that thing, not those technical things.

Slowly putting down the coffee cup, Mingyu raised his head, met Ran Xuanyang's eyes, and then replied with that undulating voice, "Yes, I think I can play this character well."

It was a kind of unassuming self-confidence, but it was enough to make people apply self-righteous, high-class adjectives to him. After watching him quietly for a few seconds, Ran Xuanyang slightly bent the corner of his lower lip, and smiled vaguely .

Wanting to confirm, he suddenly stood up, patted the wrinkled home clothes on his body, and replied, "Okay, then let's try."