I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

After entering the door, Tang Ci quickly stood in the middle of the audition space, and made a simple self-introduction.

"Is he an amateur?" Shen Chuan asked the assistant beside him in a low voice.

It's been a while since Jiang He was cast for the role. It's unreasonable for him to have no impression of such a recognizable face on screen a few times.

"No," the assistant replied in a low voice, "It's a small artist from an audition company, who plays supporting roles and is not well-known."

Draft company?

Shen Chuan frowned, probably another vase with no acting skills.

Actors and actors are based on acting skills. If the acting skills are really not up to the stage, it will be useless to stick the image to the role.

Shen Chuan has always sneered at the fact that those audition companies send artists to the crew to make bad money, and now he doesn't have a good impression of Tang Ci, so he just said: "Baiyun Entertainment... I remember that your company focuses on auditions, right? Has any formal acting training been arranged for you?"

"No."

Shen Chuan frowned, "So, you don't have any experience in acting, do you?"

"U Film Acting Department, a serious professional background."

The young man who was sitting lazily next to him suddenly interjected, stretched an arm over, tapped the stack of audition actor materials in front of him, and lazily said: "See it clearly before asking, Director Shen."

Shen Chuan: "..."

Didn't this ancestor not even bother to move a finger all morning? When did he even know the situation of the audition actors so clearly?

But Shen Chuan didn't think much about it, he coughed dryly, and then asked: "You should have read the script beforehand, do you have any understanding of the role of Jiang He?"

Tang Ci tilted his head and thought for a while: "I've seen it, but I don't understand much."

"Not at all?" Shen Chuan asked in disbelief.

"No," Tang Ci pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "He is a normal person."

Shen Chuan: "..."

What kind of understanding is this?

The screenwriter next to him laughed when he heard the words: "Jiang He has done all kinds of outrageous things in his life. This is the first time I've heard this statement. It's quite interesting."

"It's just that there are too many abnormal people, and normal people seem out of line," Tang Ci said, "Isn't it right?"

When the screenwriter Mo Shan heard the words, he put away his jokes and agreed: "Yes, yes, you are right."

Shen Chuan didn't take it seriously, but it's just a few clichés, which can't explain the level. There are so many people graduating from the u-film acting department every year, and there are only a few movie kings and queens who can be counted for so many years?

He decided in his heart that this person was just here to fish in troubled waters, and he was in no mood to continue asking: "Okay, then you can try the scene where Wu Tanhua of Jianghe High School was declared a face saint in the palace."

Jiang He is a character with a complicated personality. Since this is the early stage of the character, it is relatively easy.

"Change." The young man who had been sitting idly next to him suddenly said.

Shen Chuan glanced at him in surprise, not understanding how this ancestor suddenly became interested in the audition after sitting for a whole morning: "Which one should I change?"

The young man was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, but for some reason he suddenly sat up a little bit: "Change to 31 games."

Even the screenwriter was taken aback this time.

This scene took place at the center of the character's growth line, so it was naturally very difficult. Not to mention the audition scene, even the set, it was also a great challenge for the actors.

The assistant next to him was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled out the script of 31 scenes, but he was cut off halfway before it could be delivered to Tang Ci.

Lin Hang took the script and stood up from behind the table.

He didn't feel it when he was sitting. When he stood up, he could find that his vertical height was close to 1.9 meters. When standing upright, he felt very oppressive. He didn't know the design of his clothes. The messy pattern, all supported by broad shoulders and long legs, coupled with the strong presence of light blonde hair, exudes an aura of an arrogant bastard who bullies men and women.

He directly walked around the long table, and slowly walked to the opposite of Tang Ci in the eyes of everyone.

Shen Chuan, who was sitting next to him, was stunned by what he said. He didn't know what this ancestor was doing again, and he even began to wonder if Tang Ci had something to do with this young master.

But it is definitely not right to conflict with the actors who came to the audition at the audition scene. The staff everywhere in the room paid close attention to it, and were ready to rush over to fight if they found something wrong.

The two stood facing each other, while the staff in the room held their breath very consciously and silently.

Tang Ci didn't seem to have any awareness of being watched, his face was still very pale, and he slightly spread a hand towards Lin Hang. His five fingers were slender under the light, and his snow-white skin was covered with thin blue blood vessels.

The young man looked at the hand slightly tilted his head, his eyes paused for a few seconds, and then he understood it for a second, and reached out to hold it very naturally, with neither light nor heavy force.

It is a very gentlemanly, almost perfect handshake.

His black and blue eyes almost flicked across Tang Ci's face without restraint, and the two looked at each other for a brief moment.

"Long time no see, brother."

Obviously, the ten fingers touched for no more than three seconds, but the young man's low voice and the thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth gave Tang Ci a subtle illusion that his fingers were being rubbed repeatedly by the other party.

Tang Ci's face was slightly cold, and he took out his hand very rudely, and then took the script he was holding in the other hand, restraining himself from shaking his face: "Thank you."

Lin Hang wasn't angry either, instead he had a smile on his face and lazily said, "You're welcome."

When Lin Hang sat back at the table, everyone in the room tacitly tried their best to create an aura that nothing happened. One of the assistants was named and criticized by Shen Chuan who heard him because he created too much force and chatted too much with the people next to him. sentence.

Assistant: Hey, it's too difficult for me.

Tang Ci roughly looked through the script of 31 scenes that he just got.

"Wonderland" is a semi-superior costume drama adapted from a game. He has read the script more than once.

In the play, the emperor is fatuous and incompetent, greedy for life and afraid of death. Under the instigation of the national teacher, he spares no effort to search for a fairyland in the distance, in order to seek the way of longevity.

Today, the crew arranged for an audition for the character named Jiang He. He was originally a proud Wu Tanhua. Because he couldn't get used to the corruption of the imperial court, he was exiled to northern Xinjiang after contradicting the emperor in court.

The scene he was about to audition for took place after Jiang He was exiled, and the character had just undergone a drastic change, once he was reduced from Tanhua Lang to a prisoner, his mood changed a lot, so it was even more difficult to grasp.

Tang Ci read the script twice, and it took less than 5 minutes in total.

"I'm ready." Tang Ci closed the script.

"So fast?" Shen Chuan raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "A live audition is no better than a set, but there is no chance for you to NG again."

"Yeah." Tang Ci raised his chin slightly.

Shen Chuan frowned slightly, and subconsciously felt that Tang Ci's action was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it, and raised his hand to indicate that the camera next to him could start working: "Start the audition."

The only mobile camera in the room started to work. In the screen, Tang Ci slowly raised his head, trying to pour a little wine from the empty glass, but failed.

He squinted his eyes and turned his head halfway. His pupils of nothingness had almost no focal length. He didn't know whether he was looking at the desert full of yellow sand or the imperial city too far away to see.

Outside the camera, Shen Chuan's eyes froze.

He finally knew what was wrong with Tang Ci's action before the filming started. The look of contempt when he half-raised his chin was not Tang Ci himself at all, but the action of the character Jiang He.

In-camera auditions continue.

"Xiao Er..." Tang Ci shouted, "serve the wine."

Xiaoer naturally won't come over.

He had lived and slept all the way since his exile, and now he was dressed in rags and shackled, with an ugly dark black slave mark branded on his forehead, which only the lowest slaves have on the forehead here.

The eyes of the people around are all looking at this place, with prying, contemptuous, disgusted, and terrified eyes, but there are no ordinary eyes, as if they are looking at an ordinary person.

Tang Ci glanced at the empty bottom of the cup in his hand, and suddenly remembered when he hit Wu Tanhua that day.

He was once so beautiful and empty-handed by thousands of people. The champagne of the daughter of the boudoir was thrown from the street to the end of the street. Everyone would only envy, admire, and surround him.

One person can have two such different situations.

Tang Ci suddenly wanted to laugh.

I laughed when I wanted to.

He never had any scruples when facing the Ninth Five-Year Supreme in the Golden Luan Hall, why should he shrink back when facing a group of herdsmen in a barren land today?

He laughed so loudly that he couldn't hold his wine glass steady, and his chest was shaking.

When Tang Ci laughed, the whole scene was filled with audible silence, and even Shen Chuan, who was looking at the camera, was shocked for a moment.

Only Lin Hang, he didn't glance at the camera from the beginning to the end, his dark eyes were always looking at the center of the audition space motionless, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was inexplicable.

"How about this..." In the camera, Tang Ci tilted his head lazily, with a three-point smile on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously wearing a hot-fashioned T-shirt and long pants, but he seemed to be Jiang He in prison clothes, sitting there in desperation, moving Every smile shows a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained meaning.

"I will perform a sword dance for you all. If you are happy watching it, you can raise money and order two taels of small wine for me. If you don't enjoy watching it, then forgive Jiang for offending me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ci picked up the bamboo stick that the props set had forgotten to take away with his toe, and the bamboo stick slipped into his hand lightly and skillfully: "Use bamboo instead of sword, everyone, don't blame me."

The bamboo rod looked like a tailed snake in his hand. From the camera, every movement of the young man turning around and sticking to the lower back was extremely beautiful, even if it was a real martial arts fight, it might not have this effect.

Shen Chuan couldn't sit still anymore.

Even on the set, doubles are usually used for this kind of real fight scene, let alone the audition scene. It would be good if the audition actors can restore the lines and scenes. Who would dare to ask them to steal the martial arts scene?

"He..." Shen Chuan tightened his voice, "They still learn this from the acting department? How low is the waist?"

Lin Hang glanced at him. It was rare for the eldest young master to have the leisure to answer other people's stupid questions, and he said in a good mood: "He studied classical dance before he transferred to the acting department, and his waist is weak when he learns dance."

"Oh." Shen Chuan nodded.

He had just witnessed the whole process of the young master handing over the script and touching his hands, and now he felt something wrong with the word 'waist soft', so he stopped talking.

In the script, after the sword dance, there was a burst of applause, and Xiao Er came over to refill the wine with the jug, but there were no such scenes. At this moment, the camera was directly facing Tang Ci's face that was flawless even under the high-definition camera.

Tang Ci rested his fingers on the rim of the cup, squinted at the empty cup in his hand, as if watching the liquid fall into the bowl, and hummed softly: "Lanling's fine wine is full of tulips, and the jade bowl is filled with amber light."

"But make the host drunk..." The rice wine entered the stomach, and the pungent throat burned. Tang Ci raised his head, and the tail of his eyes dizzy with drunkenness, "I don't know where is another land." (Note)

In the last shot, Tang Ci is half leaning against the wall behind him, his eyes are half drunk and half clear, his forehead is disheveled, with a bit of chic depression. In the short second of this shot, he seems to have finally Withdrawing from the absurdity of living like a big dream, the chaotic eyes burst into a gleam of clarity, as if he could look straight out from the picture.

……

The last scene ended, and the set was silent for a while.

Shen Chuan sat for a while without moving.

Unlike others, Tang Ci sat behind the camera the whole time during the audition, and could clearly see the images captured by the camera. In an audition performance of less than 3 minutes, dozens of frames captured by the camera Almost none of the frames are invalid.

Especially in the last shot, he almost instinctively turned his head towards the position of the camera. From expression, eyes, movements, composition angle, to the magical touch of red at the end of his eyes, he formed a nearly perfect scene. High-quality footage without any bias.

Such a sharp and terrifying sense of camera can only be stacked with a lot of acting experience, except for those who are born with a sense of camera.

Almost at the same moment after the audition, the redundant emotions were quickly removed from the face that was naturally loved by the camera. Tang Ci patted his clothes and stood up, and his face returned to the expression before entering the door.

Lin Hang was still sitting idly, his eyes glanced at the camera, and the screen just stayed on the close-up of Tang Ci's face when he finally raised his eyes.

The screenwriter was shocked until now to recover.

To be honest, auditions have been going on for several days. It is hard to find an actor who can play the role of Jiang He, and the producer is pressing hard. The appearance of Tang Ci today can be regarded as a surprise. Seeing someone who was so suitable in terms of image and every aspect, he was inevitably a little excited.

"Tang Ci, right?" Shen Chuan's tone was much better than before, "Your performance is very good, we will discuss it again here, and if you pass the audition, your agent will be notified within two days."

In fact, according to Tang Ci's performance just now, Lin Hang nodded again. The actor of this role has almost been confirmed to be him, but the process still needs to go, and the actors in the back line have to audition one by one before making a decision.

Tang Ci nodded, with a flat face.

"By the way," Shen Chuan suddenly thought of something, his eyes became eager, and he asked one more question, "The scene where you held the bamboo stick just now was really beautiful, and the bamboo stick is not easy to shake, did you learn martial arts? There are not many people who are willing to work hard to think about this at a young age."

After the audition just now, he had a much higher impression of Tang Ci as an artist. In his eyes, this young man must have put in a lot of hard work in martial arts, and his tone of voice was a little more appreciative.

Tang Ci was bending over to pick up the script that was thrown in the corner just now. Hearing this, he slightly raised his eyes, looked at Shen Chuan suspiciously, and said honestly: "No, I was sent by my family to learn acrobatics for two years when I was young."

Shen Chuan: "..."

The author has something to say: explain, Lin Hang didn't want to take advantage, he really thought that Tang Ci wanted to shake hands with him!

What bad thoughts can a fool have? [doge]

Note: The poems of Tang Ciyin in the play come from Li Bai's "A Journey Among Guests"

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowl filled with amber light.But to make the host drunk, I don't know where is another land.