She's so bold

"It's not very similar." An Huai looked at her and said, "Could it be that actors can only play roles that resemble themselves?"

Yang Chunliu choked, raised his eyebrows and glared at her again: "You idiot who is used to talking back."

An Huai remained silent, looking down at the information about Luo Nanke written in the notebook, feeling a little irritated and helpless.Of course she knew that she was not like Luo Nanke at all, but she still wanted to fight. Brother Jin said that once she showed her face on the big screen, her worth would be very different.

She wanted to try and stand higher.

Seeing her irritable look, Yang Chunliu slapped her: "You still want to act like you are."

As he spoke, he shook off the small drops of water on his hand, put down the small watering can for watering the flowers, and walked back to the room with three steps.The sun was shining outside, Yang Chunliu was holding the light behind her back, and the satin cheongsam was glowing, and Yang Chunliu on the lining looked like a boudoir beauty.

The pearl light dazzled An Huai's eyes, and in a blink of an eye, for some reason, Luo Nanke suddenly appeared in An Huai's mind.Luo Nanke also likes to wear cheongsam. There are small foreign skirts everywhere in the theater, but she is the only one who wears cheongsam all day long.

She looked at Yang Chunliu and blurted out: "Why are you wearing a cheongsam?"

Yang Chunliu had already reached the door of the room, and when she heard An Huai's voice behind her, she paused for a while before replying: "Because...it looks good."

An Huai still wanted to ask something more, but Yang Chunliu, as if afraid of her asking again, had already quickly entered the room and closed the door.

"Because it looks good?" An Huai pondered back and forth, always feeling that something was wrong, she drew and drew on the paper, and asked herself, "Is Luo Nanke wearing a cheongsam because it looks good?"

Then she denied the answer. She felt that Luo Nanke was relying on coquetry in exchange for bounty money. Naturally, she knew where her charm was. She didn't need to wear a cheongsam to show herself all the time. Her good looks were probably... for a person ?

When I wrote this, An Huai suddenly felt as if he was standing next to Luo Nanke, watching her sadly put on the gorgeous cheongsam, the red plum covering her collarbone, the whole process seemed to be offering sacrifices to the gods.

She suddenly understood a little bit of Ronanko.Luo Nanke was born as an actress, she knew how to use herself, but she also knew how to measure herself. She was able to do a job well in the theater, perhaps she noticed the authoritative Wen Shaoting the first time she entered the box.She may have inadvertently given Wen Shaoting an ambiguous look, causing Wen Shaoting to speak.

So she saved Zhu Ling, maybe it wasn't because Zhu Ling resembled her?Maybe it's more because it's Wen Shaoting in the box?

An Huai has already written more than 1000 words eloquently. She feels that she may have deviated from the direction of character design, and she doesn't know whether this kind of Luo Nanke is what the director wants.

She sorted it out and sent it to Director Wang Cheng.

This time she did not get a reply from Director Wang Cheng.

She shook her hands, her head was suddenly empty, and when she closed her eyes, there were three big characters Luo Nanke.

An Huai looked at the time and sent a message to Xiao Yunzhen, but Xiao Yunzhen didn't reply to her either.She turned the phone back and forth in her hand, caught a glimpse of the opposite door, thought together, she got up and ran to knock on the door.

"Teacher Yang, are you resting?"

Suddenly there was the sound of something heavy hitting on the door.Immediately there came Yang Chunliu's sharp and unfavorable voice: "I hate ghosts, how can I be polite."

That's what he said, but An Huai's good ears had already heard the sound of Yang Chunliu getting up.

She had discovered a long time ago that Mrs. Yang was simply a soft-spoken person.

"What are you doing?" Yang Chunliu opened the door, staring at An Huai at the door.

An Huai smiled sweetly at her with slightly curved eyes: "I want to ask Teacher Yang for advice."

Perhaps the light was too soft, and the annoying ghost's face became much cuter. Yang Chunliu flicked his fingers lightly: "Let me have a look."

"Okay." An Huai turned on the phone, showed her the introduction sent by director Wang Cheng, peeked at Yang Chunliu, and complained, "Director Wang Cheng gave me this information and asked me to write a biography, but I did. He was not satisfied with several editions."

"This old man's temper is getting weirder." Yang Chunliu looked up at her, "Show me what you wrote."

An Huai turned it out and showed it to Yang Chunliu. Yang Chunliu leaned against the door and looked at it for a while, frowning, "What kind of biography are you writing?"

Sure enough, when the phone was still on Yang Chunliu's phone, he received a reply from Director Wang Cheng.

It's still two words, but it's no longer rewriting, but "not enough."

An Huai also saw the news, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and couldn't help but said: "Isn't it because Director Wang Cheng gave too little information, besides, I haven't written it before."

"Is this an excuse?" Yang Chunliu glared at her again, "You know that in the early years when we were filming director Wang's scenes, he didn't even give us the script, he only gave us a sentence for each scene."

Filming without a script, An Huai has never seen it before. She was very surprised and asked, "How did you film this? Teacher, who did you film with before?"

Yang Chunliu snapped her fingers: "Children have so many problems!"

An Huai hurriedly closed his mouth tightly, stopped talking, and only looked at Yang Chunliu with bony eyes.

Only then did Yang Chunliu continue to say: "Director Wang asked you to write a biography to train you in advance. Don't be ignorant of good and evil. Look at how messed up your biography is."

"Let me ask you, where does Luo Nanke live?" Yang Chunliu asked.

An Huai was taken aback, she didn't care about this at all, and shook her head: "I don't know, it doesn't seem to be written in the message."

"The unwritten parts are filled by actors." Yang Chunliu said, "Let me ask you again, how many brothers and sisters are there in Luo Nanke's family? How much is the monthly salary? What do you like?"

An Huai shook her head, she didn't know any of them, she only knew who Luo Nanke met and what happened, but these were nothing more than the things on the introduction.

She was a little anxious, and argued: "But I can't make up these things."

"That's why I gave you a brief introduction." Yang Chunliu said, "Has no one taught you that the script is the skeleton of the character, and the actor is the soul of the character."

An Huai's mind suddenly flashed that when Xiao Yunzhen and her were filming "The Story of the Pearl Flower", he once told her that actors have to fill the flesh and blood of the characters by themselves, and act in things other than the script, so that the characters will truly come alive.

Yang Chunliu didn't hear An Huai's answer, so he thought he had stunned her. When he raised his eyes and saw her dazed expression, he asked, "Did you remember? Who taught you?"

An Huai opened his lips, and said shyly, "A senior."

"Senior." Yang Chunliu snorted coldly, "I think it's your girlfriend."

An Huai remained silent.

Yang Chunliu saw the tips of her rosy ears, and her whole body exuded the aura of a young girl Huai Chun. She threw the phone to An Huai, and said casually, "Young man, how about some snacks."

After speaking, Yang Chunliu turned around and went back to the house.

Her tone was light and airy, but An Huai could detect a hint of sincerity from her tone and the look in her eyes when she looked over at the end.

She asked: "Mr. Yang, you haven't taught me how to write yet?"

Yang Chunliu waved his hand: "Ask your senior girlfriend."

"But……"

Yang Chunliu didn't give her a chance and closed the door directly.

An Huai stood outside the door, and heard Yang Chunliu's lament through the door: "Young man."

"Old lady with a bad temper, she won't teach if she says she won't teach." An Huai stood at the door and muttered, "You're so cute."

She turned and went back to her room, and sat by the window, worrying.She got annoyed for a while and started to write again, writing the few questions Yang Chunliu asked her just now, but she couldn't write down the answers at all.

An Huai glanced at the time, it happened to be early morning on Xiao Yunzhen's side, and she sent a message.

An Huai: "Kiss my wife~ have you woken up?"

Xiao Yunzhen didn't call her back, but made a video call for her.

"I got up early, we have moved to Besançon now, and the trip to France is coming to an end soon." Xiao Yunzhen happily shared with Anhuai.

Infected by her tone, An Huai also smiled: "Just have fun~"

"If you were here, I would be happier." Xiao Yunzhen blinked at the camera, "Actually, because I had to complete the tasks assigned by the program group, I didn't have a good time playing. When we are free, the two of us will come to play again How about a trip?"

An Huai nodded and agreed: "Okay~"

"Then let me show you the romance of France in advance." Xiao Yunzhen was standing next to the river crossing in Besançon at the moment. She turned the camera slightly and showed An Huai, "Look, this is crossing the river."

There were many little white pigeons parked on the beach of the crossing river, Xiao Yunzhen waved at them, some of them flew towards the river bank when they saw people coming from here, and other little white pigeons also flew over following the movement.

All of a sudden, An Huai saw many little white pigeons jumping over the blue sky and the clear river, rushing towards the camera.

These little white pigeons surrounded Xiao Yunzhen, and some even pecked at Xiao Yunzhen's hand.

"Huaihuai, they are so cute, they make me itchy when pecked hahahaha"

The sound of their flapping wings was mixed with Xiao Yunzhen's giggling, making An Huai feel that the years are peaceful.

Suddenly Xiao Yunzhen's phone vibrated twice, and the doves scattered all over the screen. With a plop, Xiao Yunzhen disappeared from the screen, and at the same time, An Huai heard a scream.

Holding the phone, An Huai stood up from the chair in an instant: "Zhenzhen? Zhenzhen?"

The mobile phone seems to have been dropped on the stone surface, facing the stone pillars crossing the river, and a pair of pale pink high-heeled shoes can be vaguely glimpsed from the screen.

She didn't say anything, took a screenshot of the screen and hung up the phone.

"Hey, Brother Jin, hurry up, something happened to Zhenzhen." An Huai called Li Jin, and she stomped her feet anxiously.

Li Jin is taking a lunch break, and when he heard An Huai's words, he became confused, so he quickly exited the page and looked at Weibo: "There is nothing on Weibo."

An Huai squeezed the paper in his hand, and said quickly: "Zhenzhen and I were on the phone, she was standing by the river, and then I heard a scream, and her phone fell to the ground. Zhenzhen is probably Fell into the river, hurry up, hurry up..."

An Huai didn't know what to do soon?She was so anxious that her head was a little dazed, she couldn't even accept that Xiao Yunzhen was not by her side, and then something happened again.

Then she said, "Get me an air ticket, I'm going to find Zhenzhen!"

"She was in France, not in Sichuan or Yunnan. Do you think it's easy to get a Schengen visa?" Li Jin also became nervous, but calmed down quickly, "Don't worry, I'll confirm with the program team."

"it is good."

During the ten minutes after hanging up the phone, An Huai paced back and forth in front of the window like an ant in a hot pot.She hoped that nothing happened to Zhenzhen, but she accidentally fell down.

Finally, the phone rang again, and An Huai quickly answered it.

"Hey, Brother Jin, what's the matter?"

Li Jin said, "Yun Zhen fell into the water."