I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

"Action! Trial play begins!"

At night, "A Dream in the Liyuan" was filmed at the film and television base in the old street of the Republic of China. When the night fell, the long street lights were feasting, glass chandeliers, spinning dreams, a city that never sleeps.

Four or five crews gathered together, and women in cheongsams and men in suits walked back and forth on the long street.

In the camera, the door of the black leather car was pushed open, and the long legs stepped out one after another. Then the camera moved up, the black suit and the black vest outlined the lean waistline, and the tall figure supported the black suit.

The man stood in the middle of the street, his handsome and deep face was covered in five-color lights, like a sharp blade, and the eyes of the staff inside and outside the crew were suddenly attracted.

The beauties in cheongsam on both sides looked at him with admiration, but they dared not approach him when they wanted to approach him.The man always pursed his thin lips lightly, his peach blossom eyes were extremely deep and deep, and his fingers in black gloves slowly buttoned his cuff buttons, without hesitation at all, he walked into the depths of the night.

Elegant and mysterious.

The Duyu girls sighed.

Xie Mingzhou walked into the banquet hall, the dancer on the dance floor was used to being bold and immediately came over, her eyes were like silk, and she tried to unbutton Xie Mingzhou's abstinent shirt with provocative hands, but was gently grabbed by Xie Mingzhou's gloved hand.

The lights on the dance floor were shaking, Xie Mingzhou looked down at her, evoking a careless smile, and a very deep laughter trembled in his throat.

The voice was deep and sexy, and the actress immediately felt a tingling sensation from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Rong stared intently at the man in the middle of the dance floor. This scene mainly wanted to test the compatibility between Xie Mingzhou and the role of the warlord.Xie Mingzhou's body was hidden under the laziness, and his own majesty and domineering spirit were fully displayed.

Exactly as he expected, the person who can make Emperor Ming perform well is by no means an easy one.

"Cut!" Ye Rong's voice came, interrupting the ambiguity on the dance floor.

Actress Zhang Yi, who plays opposite Xie Mingzhou, is another veteran actress of Mingwen Media. This time, it was Ye Rong who found her through his relationship and played the role of this complicated dancer.

Xie Mingzhou smiled at Zhang Yi: "Senior sister, I'm sorry."

Just as Zhang Yi was about to say something, Xie Mingzhou walked towards the door at a leisurely pace, and slowly took off the black gloves that were covered with heat, revealing little by little his slender hands.

Looking at Xie Mingzhou's unrepentant back, Zhang Yi touched her face, her neck and ears were flushed.

"Director Ye." Xie Mingzhou walked to Ye Rong's side.

"Very good." Ye Rong said with a faint smile, Xie Mingzhou's commander-in-chief's dignity and majesty, which had been in the top position for a long time, were displayed very naturally, as if it was deliberate to add more points.

"I'll let Chi Mu stand on the stage and have a show with you." Ye Rong held the script and looked at it for a moment, then glanced around with frowned eyebrows, "Where is Chi Mu, it's his part."

At this time, the assistant came in hurriedly with a stack of papers: "Director Ye!"

Xie Mingzhou and Ye Rong looked over, and the assistant looked solemn: "Director Ye, Chi Mu's team just sent a letter of understanding, saying..."

The assistant didn't dare to look into Ye Rong's eyes. After all, it took them several months to find a suitable actor who was willing to act in Chi Mu. The subject matter of opera was unpopular, and there was no need for a double. Most actors didn't have the patience to learn it.

Ye Rong's lips were tightly closed, his jaw line was tense, and he didn't speak.

"It was said that a foreign director asked him to play the fourth male role in the movie, and he voluntarily quit our filming." The assistant said very unwillingly.

A trace of complexity flashed across Xie Mingzhou's eyes.

"Understood." Director Ye closed his eyes, then let out a deep breath, looked at Xie Mingzhou, his eyes were a little tired, "This is the end of today's play, you go back first."

Coupled with the fact that his father was seriously ill, Ye Rong suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. Before Xie Mingzhou could answer, he walked towards the shed, his back was lonely and desolate.

The next afternoon, Xie Mingzhou and Wen Tao came to the gate of the largest hospital in F city to visit Ye Rong's father.

The opera culture of the Ming Dynasty was unprecedentedly prosperous, and he respected such an old man who insisted on opera.

After Ye Lao fell ill, countless people in the theater circle felt deeply sorry, and visited Ye Lao's condition back and forth.

Xie Mingzhou came to the top-floor ward with flowers in his hands. As expected, the ward was full of visiting people, and they all stood outside the door in a very tacit understanding, not disturbing Mr. Ye's rest.

Xie Mingzhou put down the bouquet and looked into the door from a distance. A haggard old man was lying on a hospital bed with his eyes closed and wearing an oxygen mask.

The circle of opera is not big, and they are all acquaintances when they go around, and the family and friends outside the door are all crying. "When will Mr. Ye wake up?"

"One after another old people in the circle quit the circle, what should we do?"

"I grew up listening to Ye Lao's play, Ye Lao must wake up."

Xie Mingzhou lowered his eyes. When his mother passed away, it was snowing heavily all over the capital, and the theater was closed to mourn for three days.

He looked around, Ye Rong was not there, but he knew what kind of pressure Ye Dao was filming this "Old Dream of the Liyuan".

"Xiaozhou?" A familiar voice sounded, Xie Mingzhou turned his head, it turned out that he hadn't seen Mrs. Fu for many days.

"Mrs. Fu, why are you here?" Xie Mingzhou nodded politely, and helped Mrs. Fu to sit on the bench in the corridor together.

"Lao Ye is an old friend." Mrs. Fu's always smiling eyes were full of nostalgia, "Our group has spent most of our lives listening to Lao Ye's operas. The Ye family is obsessed with drama. "

At the end, Mrs. Fu added, "A few days ago, Gu also came to visit."

Xie Mingzhou paused: "Mr. Fu has also been here?"

"Yeah. The Ye family and the Fu family get along very well." Mrs. Fu recalled, "When I was a child, I often took him to the Ye family to listen to operas. Although this child is not interested in anything, Gu is interested in I love the history of the Ming Dynasty very much, and the song of the Ming Dynasty is no exception."

Xie Mingzhou listened quietly without interrupting.

"Oh yes, isn't there a boy named Ye Rong in the Ye family who is now a director." Mrs. Fu said, "He and A Gu are also very close, and the two families have frequent contacts. Later, I heard that Ye Rong transformed into a director. , I haven’t been back to Ye’s house for a few days.”

It turned out that Fu Chengu and Dao Ye knew each other and were good friends.Xie Mingzhou was right after thinking about it, he was from a cultural family with the same hobbies, and most of his circles overlapped.

"Xiao Zhou, do you listen to music too?" Mrs. Fu asked.

Xie Mingzhou nodded, also with a lot of nostalgia, and said frankly: "I also grew up listening to music when I was a child."

Mrs. Fu looked at Xie Mingzhou meaningfully, and her appreciation deepened. There are not many young people listening to operas in this day and age.

Xie Mingzhou chatted with Mrs. Fu for a while, and then rushed back to the set with Wen Tao in the evening.

It was already night, and the crew's stage set had been completed, and the staff also went to the base to get lunch, and there was no one around the stage.

Xie Mingzhou stood in front of the stage, the pilasters on the ridge, and the relief paintings revealed a familiar vividness and nobility. The theater building thousands of years ago was always lively, and the stands on two or three floors could accommodate hundreds of people.

But now it is cold and sinking in the night, the wall paint is peeling off, no one cares about it, it looks extraordinarily lonely.

At this time, there was a regular sound of footsteps in the silent studio.

Xie Mingzhou turned his head, and Ye Rong walked to him without saying a word, looking at the stage, as if recalling the past.

"I heard from my family that you visited my father in the afternoon?" Ye Rong asked.

"Yes." Xie Mingzhou replied, "Mr. Ye is a very important person to the whole circle."

"Now the older generation has retired, and the whole circle is gradually declining." Ye Rong lowered his eyes. There was no suitable actor for the role of "A Dream in the Liyuan", so he finally picked one and ran away again. In recent days, the Wang family has changed, and it is even more difficult to find someone in the film industry.

As for his father, Ye Rong has always felt guilty, and has been afraid to visit the hospital for a long time.

He once inherited his father's mantle and became an outstanding opera actor, but later he was unwilling to do so, and transformed into the entertainment industry and became a director.

Ye Lao didn't stop him at all, and even encouraged him, filming one after another of the pinnacle works of literature and art, but it wasn't until his father died that he really remembered the roots of the Ye family.

"Xie Mingzhou, you are a good actor." Ye Rong said harshly, "I won't put pressure on you, if you want to leave, then go."

No actor could be found for the role, and the crew had to postpone the schedule.For actors, schedule is life.

Xie Mingzhou looked at the decadent handsome man in front of him, which was far from the vigorous look at the awards ceremony.

"Director Ye, I've already signed the contract, so there's no reason to leave as soon as you say it." Xie Mingzhou's peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, sparkling and bright, very pretty in the night.

Ye Rong paused, and said stubbornly, "I don't need anyone's pity."

Xie Mingzhou chuckled, and said seriously: "Director Ye, to be honest, I'm actually more interested in the role of an actor."

Ye Rong was stunned for a moment. He really didn't think about it. He chose Xie Mingzhou to be the army commander at the beginning, mainly because he saw his innate sense of dignity and majesty, and his integrity and arrogance, but he forgot Xie Mingzhou's strong plasticity.

"You..." Ye Rong looked Xie Mingzhou up and down, and for the first time judged him with the standard of an actor's role.

The bones are deep, but the facial features are more classical, and they are naturally noble.Looking at it this way, it does have a bit of the elegance of an actor in the Republic of China.

It is true that no one can be found nowadays, Ye Rong made a sound, but he didn't expect much: "Have you studied opera? Can you try a play for me?"

Since Xie Mingzhou proposed, a dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor.

"Yes." Xie Mingzhou glanced at the staff and makeup artist who came back from dinner in the distance, and said lightly.

Director Ye called the makeup artist over, and pointed out: "Change Xie Mingzhou's body and appearance, it's simple, I'll see the effect."

Makeup artist: "Yes."

Xie Mingzhou followed the makeup artist into the dressing room.

The whole production crew followed Ye Rong and waited anxiously for Xie Mingzhou to make an impromptu audition.

Ye Rong moved a chair and sat under the stage, surrounded by a group of old actors from the drama.

Zhang Yi was also very excited to watch the audition of her fellow juniors. After all, the role of an actor has gone through a lot of hardships, but she couldn't find a suitable candidate.

"I don't know if Xie Mingzhou can act!"

"Mr. Xie played the role of the warlord very well, the actor... Can you manage it? The temperament is completely different!"

"As long as you can sing a little bit, that's fine. The requirements are not high. No one will come to perform now. Why do we have such high requirements!"

"That's right! As long as Mr. Xie can sing better than Na Chi Mu, it's fine!"

During the discussion, there were slight footsteps on the stage.

The discussion in the audience gradually died down, and everyone looked curiously at the stage.

No one was seen, but the bright white lights swirled quietly, hitting the bright red curtains, embroidering snow-stained crabapples, which was quiet and picturesque.

In the next second, in the quiet ink painting, the red figure is like a stroke of stunning pen, and the thick ink and color hit people's eyes.

The red dress is gorgeous, with a jade belt around the waist.

The people on the stage appeared on the stage, and the people off the stage were completely suffocated. The people who were still talking freely lost their words for a moment.

Ye Dao's heart was beating violently, and he was staring at Xie Mingzhou who was not wearing heavy makeup on the stage, but simply outlined his eyebrows and eyes.

Standing tall, full of energy.

At the same time as being amazed, a sense of sourness welled up in my heart.Ye Rong had tears in his eyes, and the past that he had almost forgotten rang in his ears.

"Xiao Rong, why do you study opera so hard? The Ye family is so rich, so they let you learn piano, oil painting and other modern arts, aren't they delicious?"

"Different."

"What's the difference?"

"let me see……"

"Look, you can't even tell hahaha!"

"No, I just think it...is beautiful and magnificent."

Take one look and fall in love.