Reunited with the old actor who broke the mirror

"Qi Nian, have you read the resume I gave you, what do you think?"

Xie Qinian, who was immersed in the script, was interrupted by the phone call. He rubbed his upper eye sockets, feeling that his eyes were swollen, and even his hearing slowed down a few beats. It took him a few seconds to react, and asked, "What resume?"

The voice on the other end was stagnant, as if aware of Xie Qinian's wandering state, he expanded his words: "I have selected a few good male leads in your new drama, you have time to see them today, and they are ranked according to my satisfaction, you Check it out at the end, and if it is suitable, I will call them for an interview."

He paused, and then said, "If it's not suitable, we can choose again."

Only then did Xie Qinian remember the documents his assistant put on his desk, and he asked the person opposite to hang up the phone later, and took out his resume.

The actor in the first place should be the most satisfactory to the casting director. The boy in the photo is wearing a white T-shirt, refreshing and beautiful. He has almond eyes, black and white, and is also very clean, but he is very small. At first glance, it looks like a student who has not graduated.

Xie Qinian frowned slightly, and almost blurted out: "It's not suitable."

"..." There was silence on the phone.

"Are you sure, you really want to reject such a beautiful boy!? Xie Qinian, open your eyes and look again!"

Xie Qinian picked up the resume, looked at it a few more times, and reconfirmed: "It's really not suitable."

There was a "hiss" on the other side: "Why is it inappropriate?"

Xie Qinian poured himself a glass of water, and asked in an unhurried manner: "Tell me the reason you think is appropriate."

The opposite party corrected his identity as the casting director, and had a serious discussion with him: "Two male protagonists in the Republic of China drama, as your partner, can't be lower in appearance than you, right? And you also said before that you should be younger and have less experience. That's right, it's easy to shape a piece of white paper, isn't it all found according to what you said?"

"A blank piece of paper?" Xie Qinian took a sip of tea and filled his heart.

"No, the lead singer of the [-]th Line Paste Group just switched to film and television a few years ago, so I guarantee he has no acting experience at all."

"..."

"Oh, that's not right. He has acted as the male third in two online dramas, and the B+ project approval didn't make any splashes," Baba said on the other side, which seemed to have its own logic. You know, audiences watch the two male protagonists just to impress, his face is quite attractive to passers-by."

Xie Qinian was at a loss for words for a while, and even wondered if his casting director had received the other party's money in private, but after thinking about it, he also understood Qiao Heng's selection criteria. It is indeed possible that this actor is 80.00% qualified, but he cares more about other things 20.00%.

Squeezing the space between his brows, he gave his own explanation: "The male main role is the young master of the industrial family in the Republic of China. He was ignorant in the early stage, so he must be a little arrogant and domineering."

"did you mean?"

Xie Qinian said: "You look so good."

"..." Qiao Heng didn't say anything for a while.

Xie Qinian was about to hang up the phone: "Let's do this first." After all, the candidate was not settled.

Bathed in the afternoon sun, Xie Qinian finished revising the script while he still had energy, then looked up, the clock on the wall pointed to five o'clock, he got up and moved around, while watering the green radishes, he made himself a pot of tea , a few drops of water splashed on the mahogany floor.

For the shooting of the new drama, his studio has been redecorated with retro decoration, which looks like the Republic of China newspaper office, as if frozen in time.

This is also Xie Qi's habit. Start with the details, complete the work meticulously, and ensure that the scene can be quickly entered. Of course, this location will also be used for filming in the later stage.

While the cup of tea was still steaming, Qiao Heng sent a message, every word was like a dying struggle: [At 8 o'clock tonight, their group has a livehouse at ME Bar, if you have no plans tonight, you can go and see it. 】

Xie Qinian endured it for a long time, but couldn't hold back: 【How much did you charge him? 】;

【…】

[Don't insult my personality!I'm afraid that you'll miss a good seedling, and I'll feel bad behind your back when the time comes! 】

Xie Qinian smiled at the message and didn't reply to him again.

Inappropriate is inappropriate, not necessary.

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Xie Qinian left the studio at [-] o'clock, in fact, he should have been later. This time is the rush hour for getting off work, and the road is blocked. After Xie Qinian came out, he regretted it. It's better to delay leaving until [-] o'clock. It's a pity that he is not in good health now, even if he is working Stay in the room, after a while, I guess I will have a headache and can't read anything.

He had a car accident at the end of last year, and it was so serious that he couldn't get out of bed for three months. The doctor said that he still had blood in his brain, and told him to pay attention to rest. The lack of blood supply to the brain made him mentally broken. The next day, I regained my energy after squinting for a while, and now I feel dizzy after working for a few hours.

Young adults are forced to live like old age.

The red light was long, and he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. A boy in front of him took his mother's hand and walked across the zebra crossing. He was holding a cake in his hand. The outer box was painted with plump blueberries, and it read: Happy birthday, He stared at those words for a long time, and suddenly remembered that tomorrow is his birthday.

His birthday information posted on the Internet was wrong, and his relatives and friends would not congratulate him in advance, so no one announced it for a while.

The little cake dangled in front of his eyes. To be honest, he was a bit greedy. He liked to eat sweets. Then you can go home and order a takeaway.

It took more than 40 minutes to drive from the studio to his home, and the congested road finally cleared. He drove the car into the garage, looked for the house key from the document bag, and found nothing for a long time.

Is it left in the office?

[Xiao Xun, are you busy, help me see if there is a key on my desk. ] He sent a WeChat message to his assistant Yan Xun.

Yan Xunhui: [Boss, I'm in a meeting with the producer, and I'll be there in an hour and a half. 】

[Is there anyone else in the studio? 】

Yan Xunhui: [No more, just Xiao Xia and I are watching the progress, and no one else is here. 】

[…] Absolutely, his forgetful mind is really delaying things, I'm afraid it's because he sucked too much meth on the operating table.

Yan Xun sent another sentence: [Boss, you can change to a combination lock. Keys are not popular now. Fingerprint and facial recognition can solve the problem. You have to believe in technology. 】

【Thanks for your hard work. 】

This is the third time Yan Xun asked him to change the locks this month. The people in the studio have been with Xie Qinian for many years, and they have no taboos in private.

Yan Xun called him "Old Mister" jokingly, saying that he lived in the last century. For example, he was used to using keys. Although he always forgot to lock himself out of the door, he would not change the lock if he was bitten to death. For example, he was determined not to open Weibo. , Do not post on Moments, and stay away from electronic devices unless necessary.

"I hope my boss will enter the 21st century as soon as possible!" became Yan Xun's mantra, and he even framed a line of words and pasted them on his desk.

Xie Qinian was completely labeled as an old man.

Leaning on the driver's seat, Xie Qinian sincerely felt that he wanted to change the status quo, especially the key.

[When it's convenient for you, call me a flash delivery. 】

After typing this sentence, the other side replied: [Okay, I will as soon as possible. 】;

"As soon as possible" is to finish the most important work first, and then send him the keys. Xie Qinian also knew that it would not be soon, so he flipped through his phone thinking about where to sit next.

Accidentally turned to Qiao Heng's dialog box, and paused for a moment with his fingertips on the ME bar.

Anyway, there is nowhere to go for a while, why not go here?

Thinking of this, he drove out without much expectation. According to the thought in his heart, he just found a place to stay.

ME Bar is very famous in the local area. It is divided into two floors. The first floor has a stage and dance floor, which is a free paradise for young people. The second floor is semi-open, with booths and private rooms.

Many celebrities like this bar very much to meet their social needs. Every Wednesday and Friday night, there are band performances.

Xie Qinian asked for a booth in the corner, and the moment he took off his mask, the waiter looked at him in a daze, but soon returned to normal, and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Xie Qinian couldn't drink while driving, so he ordered a glass of juice.

The waiter put away the ordering tablet and said, "We will have a band performance at 8 o'clock. If you are interested, you can choose the front seat. There is no restricted area for the booth on the second floor."

Xie Qinian: "Okay, thank you for reminding me, I don't need it for now." The rejection was concise and to the point.

The waiter didn't say much, the second floor was quiet again, and jazz music was playing on the dance floor. Xie Qinian was so bored that he turned the script out of his head again. He didn't come back to himself until the juice was placed in front of him and the music stopped.

The cheers of young people came from the dance floor on the first floor.

"Let's welcome Anti-boy with their new song 'Ode to the Sun'."

The title of the song is very gentle. Xie Qinian had an idea, but it was overthrown in the next second. With a scream, the dance floor was instantly bombarded by sound waves. It turned out to be a rock song!

Xie Qinian raised his eyebrows, looked down at his watch, the pointer was at 8 o'clock.

The heavy guitar sound mixed with the light camel bell sound fell on my ears, and after a bow, a clear voice suddenly broke through the sound waves and pierced into the sky. He sang: "The sun burns the memory to ashes. Cruelty is as soft as it is, how to break the lock of the rules, who will teach me..."

Xie Qinian squeezed the cup in his hand, looked up at the invisible stage across the seat, the lights aroused the crowd, and the eardrums were vibrating. He hasn't listened to rock live for a long time, and the last time was at a foreign music festival. But that's heavy metal, and this group's singing style is more popular.

I can't put into words how I feel about it, but it sounds good.

"I don't know too much, so what, the persistence hidden in the shadows, no one is investigating, it's better to throw it light years away, revel in it, never be lonely..."

The singing continued, with a slight shift at the end. The lead singer's voice was very beautiful and sounded very individual. Xie Qinian's mind moved slightly, and his figure paused. Finally, he picked up the juice and walked to the booth on the second floor. In the brilliant lights, he locked his eyes on the center of the stage.

In the dazzling light and shadow, the boy on the stage was wearing a black leather jacket, swaying to the music, more agile than in the photo, he was very devoted to singing, and he could even see pear dimples when he pursed his lips slightly. However, the charming red eyeliner is outlined at the tail, showing a kind of stubborn backbone, which makes people can't use the word "good" to generalize.

He should be a flower that grows wantonly in the wild, silent and gorgeous.

It's special, really special.

Xie Qinian suddenly understood why Qiao Heng strongly recommended him to come here, human nature is seeing is believing.

That boy who sang "Don't Believe in Fate, Don't Believe in Lies", if he were to be his hero... Xie Qinian brushed his fingers across the rim of the cup, remained silent for a long time, and took out his phone again.

[Notify Jian Yao to audition tomorrow. 】

The over there returned quickly: [? 】;

【Um. 】Xie Qinian didn't say much.

He sat alone in the booth on the second floor and watched the band's performance tonight. All five songs were good. It's amazing that such a band didn't catch on.

Near the end, he was about to leave.

The waiter suddenly came up with a box and handed it to him: "Hello, this is a gift from our store."

Xie Qinian glanced through the package, it was a four-inch cake with a few blueberries on top.

He was stunned, and asked, "From the store?"

The waiter nodded.

Xie Qinian frowned, this is the first time he came to this bar, and he didn't reserve any birthday information, and it would be even more impossible if he found out about this bar from the Internet, after all, the date is wrong.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to speak clearly, he didn't ask any more questions, said "thank you", and left with the cake.

When he got in the car, he thought about it, opened the package and took a look. There was a note inside, which read:

"Happy birthday."

The author says:

"inappropriate" "unnecessary"

Harm, really fragrant