I became popular after marrying a rebel

Eleven thirty past midnight.

The plane was not delayed, but landed at the Capital International Airport on time.

In January, the night temperature in Beijing exceeded minus ten degrees. Wen Ya was wearing a long black hooded down jacket, and he still choked on the wind. He coughed intermittently when he got on the ferry, until his tears came out.

Half an hour later, he dragged his luggage and stood in the departure hall. Looking at the endless stream of passengers, he suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

The phone buzzed with several new messages. He unlocked it and glanced at it—it was his manager Zhang Caijun, and the messages were all long voices.

The departure hall was noisy, and he avoided the corner to listen, but he could only hear the general idea.

What Zhang Caijun roughly meant was that another artist he brought—Shen Zeyu, who was talking about this year’s hit, had a problem with the new drama he was talking about, and he couldn’t start it for the time being. If there is a relationship, he may be recommended to the group. The specific role is still uncertain, so let him prepare.

Wen Ya listened for a while, and replied: "Okay, received." Then he got on the night bus.

Shen Zeyu's appearance tends to be white, thin and delicate, and he doesn't get close to the flamboyant little ghost king in red, or the naughty night guardian in black.What's more, the traffic newcomers who are thinking about these two roles are like crucian carp crossing the river. Even if there is someone behind them, it may not be easy to tear them apart.

If you can't get what you want, and you want to settle for the next best thing, probably Wen Zhuyu is the only one left.

No wonder Zhang Caijun wanted to speak to him specifically.

Speaking of which, Shen Zeyu looks more like Wen Zhuyu than Wen Ya in this life.

His audition the day after tomorrow, whether it's a real audition or going to study with the prince, depends on whether he can like this character who can barely be regarded as the male number four in the first part.

But it's useless to think too much, this is beyond his control.

All he wanted was to be worthy of himself.

The next day, Wen Yawo studied the audition script for a whole day in his rented house, and tried to add some new designs according to the biographies of the characters.

Wen Zhuyu in "The Journey of a Young Man with Danzhi" is him, but not him.

Although their choices on major events are exactly the same, they differ in personality.

He dare not relax, and cannot take it for granted to "play himself", there is still a lot of homework to do.

After being so busy until evening, he finally felt a little hungry.There are still some instant noodles in the apartment, which have been stored for several months. The expiration date has just expired a few days ago. He hesitated for a while, feeling that his stomach and intestines are not very strong. Still have to audition.So I changed my clothes and decided to go downstairs to find a small shop to solve it.

His rented house is a single room of more than [-] square meters, one bedroom and one bathroom, with a small open kitchen. The distance between the buildings is close and the lighting is in a mess. The rent is not cheap, but the advantage is that it is located on the line of the Capital Airport. It is also very convenient to go out to eat.

He walked downstairs twice, and soon found a noodle restaurant that he had eaten several times before.

I ordered small noodles in clear soup and added an egg. Before I could eat it, I received another voice from Zhang Caijun.

Zhang Caijun said: "Zeyu's role has been finalized, you go to the audition tomorrow as usual, as long as you have an idea in mind."

After a few seconds, probably because he was worried that he had a lump in his heart, he sent another message, "You have the opportunity to audition because you have been honored by Zeyu. Make good use of it tomorrow and try to impress Director Wang and the producer. , it’s not in vain.”

It is really to accompany the prince to study.

Wen Ya flicked the scallion on the side, and replied "received".

If it was the past, Wen Ya would really be unable to eat, but now he just feels that no matter what, he still has to eat.

What's more, what Zhang Caijun said was right, he was only able to go to the audition because of the honor of others, and now that Shen Zeyu wanted to act by himself, he had no reason to be angry.

Since I am sure that I cannot be selected, I will perform well tomorrow, and it is good to impress the director and producer.

The next day's audition was at ten o'clock in the morning, and the location was a well-known "group building base" hotel in Beijing.

Wen Ya calmed down, took a shower and dried his hair, changed into a light-colored clean thick-knit Japanese sweater, and rushed to the subway with the Louis Vuitton he bought three or five years ago, and squeezed into the audition waiting room 10 minutes early.

There were already three people sitting in the waiting room. Wen Ya took off his coat, found a seat and sat down, secretly marveling in his heart—they were all children who came from draft picks of various companies in the past two years, not big hits, but also little reds , after zero zero.Although the book clearly mentions that Wen Zhuyu is a gloomy young man who looks very young, but he never expected that the actor who came to audition would be such an age.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, started the script, and began to revisit the designs he had made for the characters these days.

Wen Ya never went to university. He came out to enter the society when he was still young. He originally wanted to wait a few years to survive, negotiate terms with the company, prepare for the college entrance examination, and then study Chinese opera. In the past, I didn't make it through at all.The ten-year management contract is still in the hands of the company, he can only work hard, and even acting is a wild way of self-taught.

His performance style can be regarded as a combination of expressionism and methodism. He designs, exercises, and imitates a lot, and sometimes mobilizes his own memory and experience to find similar emotions to the characters.The experiential school has too high requirements for talents, and the pace of filming TV dramas is too fast, so they rarely have the opportunity to use them.

The preparation he made this time is mainly based on expressionism, mainly relying on repeated practice and detailed adjustment.

After 25 minutes, all the people who participated in the audition came, thirteen in total.

When Shen Zeyu came, Wen Yayao nodded to him, but he didn't squint and didn't respond.

After another 5 minutes, the staff of the crew came over with a stack of notes, "One person draws one, and waits in order according to the serial number on it."

Wen Ya randomly took a card, unfolded it, and read "12".

The child sitting next to him covered his face and wailed, "Ahhh! I am 1!"

Wen Ya smiled, "It's a blockbuster one, come on."

The child cried and said, "Thank you for your good words—" he dropped the note and followed the staff in small steps.

According to the audition invitation, any one of the five scenes in the audition script will be selected at random. The audition time for each person is 3 minutes, but in fact, there is still a certain amount of preparation time before the official start. It's not fast.

It was close to one o'clock in the afternoon, and No. 11 was taken away for preparation. The corridor outside the room was filled with the aroma of fast food bento.

Wen Ya was a little dizzy and sweaty. He dug out a piece of fudge from his backpack, took a piece off and chewed it, and casually asked Shen Zeyu, who had drawn No. 13, "Do you eat candy?"

Shen Zeyu looked suspicious and vigilant, "What trick do you want to play?"

Wen Ya was amused, put the candy back in his backpack indifferently, sat back where he was, and stopped making fun of himself.

Shen Zeyu was overwhelmed by others, he was extremely suspicious, and he still refused to let go, so he came over to look through his backpack, "I don't even weigh myself, I have filmed so many Tianlei web dramas... I thought I could take turns if I was overcast." Can I get you?"

While speaking, he took out a piece of gummy candy with the last one left from the front of his backpack, and asked, "What is this?!"

Wen Ya was not angry, he just peeled off the last candy and put it into his mouth, smiling, "Full of fun, blackcurrant flavor."

Shen Zeyu: "..."

At this moment, the staff came in and called the number, "NO.12——"

Wen Ya stood up, rolled up the candy wrappers, and threw them into the hotel's wastebasket, then nodded to Shen Zeyu with a smile and said, "Let's go." Then he walked to the preparation room at the end of the corridor.

In the preparation room, the curtains were drawn and the chandelier was turned on, and the staff took a few more notes for him to draw.

This time Wen Ya drew 2.

He was slightly startled, and then realized that it was the truth that Mu Changfeng saw in the Mirror of Tianwen many years later, and it was the scene where Wen Zhuyu's rare emotions were exposed.

After the trial in the secret realm of the three sects, Mu Changfeng was wronged by the torture and killing of the chief disciple of the Cangyan Sect, and was thrown into a water prison.

Wen Zhuyu had just inspected the body and asked the truth from the water prison, so he made a plea to the suzerain, hoping that he would return Mu Changfeng's innocence and let him out.But from the suzerain's mouth, he learned that the master of Cangyan sect knew that the murderer was not Mu Changfeng, but he needed someone to make up for the crime.

However, the power of the Lingshan Sect was declining, and the head of the Cangyan Sect had long wanted to annex them. If he took the opportunity to attack, the Lingshan Sect would not be the opponent of the Cangyan Sect. At that time, more than a thousand disciples from the inner and outer sects would all suffer.

So Mu Changfeng had no choice but to die.

On one end is the teacher who is as kind as a mountain, and on the other end is the beloved disciple who was raised since childhood.

This is the scene that Wen Ya is least willing to try out of the five scenes. Although the memory of that period has long been blurred and distant, the piercing pain seems to still remain in his body, which makes people feel chilling.

But his wishes are irrelevant, he only has this chance, and he must act well no matter what.

He scratched his palm vigorously, sat down on the sofa, and began to force himself to straighten out the rhythm and movement design of the lines in his mind.

I don't know how many times I have reasoned with this, and how long it took, I finally heard a Hong Kong accent calling from the next door: "NO.12!"

At this moment, his mind was cleared, and he was no longer anxious when he was drawn to the second game just now. He walked into the room, bowed neatly, and introduced himself: "Hello, teachers, I am Wen Ya from Judian Media."

There are three people sitting behind the table, one with a neat beard, is the director, the other has a white beard and hair, and is at least 70 years old, but has a very rosy complexion, it must be the very senior producer, and the other, It was Jiang Dan who he met on the high-speed rail the day before yesterday.

His eyes met Jiang Dan, Jiang Dan smiled and nodded at him, motioning, "Let's get started."

Wen Ya responded, walked slowly to a corner of the room, and when he turned around again, the demeanor he displayed was far different from the gentle and handsome just now.

Looking up from the bottom of his eyes, the whites of his lower eyes are more exposed than before, his eyes are indifferent and distant, and the corners of his lips are slightly turned down, which has a hint of the world-weary face that has become popular in recent years.

He stood still on the spot, and with a neither high nor low voice, Gujing called out calmly: "Sovereign."

The director's assistant who was playing with him stood aside, and said in a mouth-watering Hong Kong Pu, "Junior Brother Wen."

Wen Ya took two steps forward, saluted, and his every move was calm and elegant.

"Sovereign, I have just examined the body of the head disciple of the Cangyan Sect - the three sword wounds on his body were indeed injured by Changfeng, but the sword energy only reached the muscles and bones, not the heart veins. His heart veins , It was destroyed from the inside. It should be brave and ruthless, with hidden wounds on his body, fighting with others yesterday, and using high-level forbidden methods forcibly, resulting in a tragic death."

The director's assistant Li Xin said: "Junior brother, you don't need to deal with this matter anymore, the deity has his own decision. Anyway, Mu Changfeng practiced magic arts privately, and he made a big mistake, and hurting the disciples of the righteous way, it is an extra sin." Wait, you should deal with it according to the sect's rules...you just think that you and your little disciple are not very close, in the future, if there is another person with high qualifications—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ya interrupted, "Senior brother!"

Although the tone of voice still didn't fluctuate, it was one degree higher than before.

In the original script, this place is called "Suzerain".

The director put down his pen, raised his head, rolled his eyes and thought about it, and bit his ear with the producer.

Wen Ya stared at the director's assistant, and his stance changed from the slack just now to a slightly tense one. Every word he said was laced with a knife, "The teacher teaches the lesson first, and the first lesson is to kill carefully. Even if you want to subdue demons and eliminate ghosts, you must Ask about the previous cause, and don’t create killing karma. Mu Changfeng is a disciple of our sect, so if you dare to ask senior brother, if you want to kill him today, can you ask about the previous cause?”

The director's assistant was caught by his aura, and it took him a long time to find his lines, but it was like a speechless silence.

"Cangyan Sect, I need an explanation."

"Master Sect Master, ask him to die."

"Junior Brother, don't you understand? The Cangyan Sect has been coveting the spiritual veins of our sect for a long time. If you want to attack this sect, you will have to press the egg against the mountain, and the tiger will fight the rabbit. All along, all you lack is a reason to attack. If you If you insist on protecting Mu Changfeng, in the future, three thousand disciples from the outer sect of the Nine Peaks of the Lingshan Sect will all suffer, and maybe none of them will be able to protect them!"

The corners of Wen Ya's mouth were still drooping in the habitual coldness, but the muscles under his eyes couldn't help twitching. After a pause, he said in a voice as soft as a breath, "I understand."

"Sovereign, one life can be exchanged for the safety of the whole family. If you don't lose money, you should exchange it."

"It's just Mu Changfeng, I raised him for a while, I really can't watch him die wronged."

The speed and tone of his speech were adjusted accordingly to suit the emotional changes, but they did not deviate from the rhythm that "Wen Zhuyu" should have.

The producer nodded and whispered to Jiang Dan: "The lines are good."

Jiang Dan said: "I'm not from a major...but I've worked very hard and I've filmed a lot—"

"Senior brother, I won't make things difficult for you. You let Changfeng go, tomorrow I will have my own way to explain to the master of Cangyan sect, and I will never involve my fellow sects."

Wen Ya closed his eyes, followed by a deep bow, "Wan Wang—Senior brother is perfect."

When he straightened up again, he had changed from a world-weary Immortal Venerable with a dejected face to a handsome young man with a gentle temperament.

The elderly production teacher smiled and clapped his hands, "Not bad."

The director and actor coordinator are juniors, so they had to slap a few times along with them.

The producer was TVB's gold medal producer as early as the golden age of Hong Kong dramas, Wen Ya has heard of it.

He felt that his preparation for the second round was the weakest, and his performance today could only be considered quite satisfactory, but he did not expect to be praised by the big shots. He only thought that the big shots encouraged the juniors, but he didn't dare to take it seriously, so he just bowed deeply again. bow.

The producer took off the glasses, tapped the script with the tip of a pen, and said to the director: "Changed a few titles, the changes are good, it took a lot of brains."

The director pondered and said: "Wen Zhuyu is a junior brother, calling him 'suzerain' is a matter of business, calling him 'senior brother' is a favor...it is a reasonable change."

The producer also said: "Physical and temperament are also good, those few this morning, ah!"

Jiang Dan laughed out loud, "Old Yu, those kids made their debut this morning with singing!"

Producer: "I can't eat until one o'clock—"

Wen Ya: "..."

The producer asked: "Where is Ah Ye?"

A young and cold voice came from the front right, "Yes, Uncle Yu."

It was only then that Wen Ya noticed that there was a fourth person in the room. That person was wearing a young trendy brand sweater, holding a Nintendo and sitting on the wide window sill with his long legs hanging down. He heard the producer call him, Then he came down lightly from the top again, dragged a chair, and sat at the table by himself.

He saw the man's face clearly, his heart pounded violently in his chest, and his palms suddenly burst into sweat.

It was a face that was at least seven or eight points like that of Chief Mu.