The actor is also narcissistic today

"You are suitable for this role." Zhuo Junwen repeated what he just said with an emphasis.

"Me?" Yu Heng pointed to himself, what kind of role would he be suitable for such a ruffian?

Zhuo Junwen nodded with a firm expression, "Yes, this role is very suitable for your appearance alone."

Yu Heng smiled dryly and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Zhuo Junwen took out a folder from the locked cabinet on the right. There was a line of large characters written on the cover, but Yu Heng didn't see it clearly.

He put the folder on the table.

"This script is yours if you want it."

Yu Heng was dubious, and his tone was playful, "What kind of script is this, I heard that someone seems to want this script, you just gave it to me, and I am not afraid of people coming to my door."

Zhuo Junwen hesitated for a while, then said: "But this book is really suitable for you."

Yu Heng straightened up a little, and he reached for the folder.

The file folder is very thin, Yu Heng estimated that there are only about twenty sheets.

He took the folder in his hand, lowered his head, and read the words on the cover page clearly.

"Never", just two words.

Bored, Yu Heng turned to the first page and roughly read it.

"Never" is based on the background of comprehension. It tells the story of the hero who has gone through a lot of hardships and grows up, and finally grows into a master.

Zhuo Junwen's suitable character for Yu Heng is the only villain in the book, and it can also be called the second male character, Mu Qianchen.

Mu Qianchen is a tragic character, who has the title of the most beautiful man in the world and the most beautiful man in the cultivation world, but his heart is completely twisted, he is a hypocrite from beginning to end, and his hypocrisy is extremely high.

In the script, memory killing was inserted, saying that Mu Qianchen was also a good person at the beginning, but something happened later, which caused him to be psychologically distorted and wanted to take revenge on the society.

Mu Xianchen's mind was distorted, and he finally stepped into the devil's way. The main murderer who wanted to destroy the world was the hero's master.

He was framed and deceived, trying to find evidence to clear his grievances. The only person who could prove his innocence just said lightly:

never.

That person is the master of the hero.

These words from the male protagonist's master drove Mu Qianchen completely insane.

Yu Heng closed the file folder, nodding at someone.

This script is indeed quite suitable for him. Just because of Mu Qianchen's title of the number one beauty in the cultivation world, he thinks it is quite suitable for him.

Yu Heng stroked his chin, thinking extremely shamelessly.

"Are you really going to give me this book?" Yu Heng Chao Zhuo Junwen raised the folder in his hand.

Zhuo Junwen smiled, "You are the only artist in my hands now, even if you are not suitable, I have to give you a try, not to mention, you are the son of my immediate boss."

When he said that try, his eyes were a little dim, as if he really took to heart what Pan Xin said in the stairwell in the morning.

Yu Heng didn't care, he threw the folder on the desktop.

"Well then, when is the audition?"

Zhuo Junwen's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Do you want to accept this script?"

"if not?"

"The audition time is very fast. After half a month, the role of Mu Xianchen in the script will start to audition."

Yu Heng blinked lightly, feeling somewhat puzzled in his heart, "Such a coincidence?"

Zhuo Junwen nodded, his face seemed to be a bit troubled, "Actually, the main characters of the script "Never" have already been decided, including the male protagonist, but Mu Qianchen is the only one left. I went back and forth and auditioned four times, and the interval between each time was two months, probably because of the appearance, I have been hesitant to decide who Mu Qianchen should play."

Yu Heng was a little surprised, he subconsciously wanted to raise Erlang's legs, but he was forced to hold back, "How could it be? It's just a villain who can be regarded as the second male role at most. After searching for so long, I haven't found a suitable actor. , don’t tell me the screenwriter and director are too picky?”

Zhuo Junwen obviously felt the same way, but he never liked to reveal his inner thoughts, so he just said tactfully: "Probably, there is some reason..."

"After the first audition, the screenwriter of "Won't Ever" let out a word, saying that someone who is not good-looking should not be used for the audition. What he wants is someone who can at least be worthy of the title of Mu Qianchen. "

Zhuo Junwen paused at this point, with some embarrassment in his voice, "He also said that even if it is a vase, it must be a vase with good looks. Acting skills can be cultivated, but looks are not good."

Yu Heng was amused, why did he think this screenwriter was a bit interesting, he would rather say that he wants a vase with good looks than an ugly monster with acting skills.

Not at all afraid of offending people.

"Then what do you think, am I a vase with good looks, or an ugly monster with acting skills?" Yu Heng asked suddenly, it seemed that he just asked casually.

Zhuo Junwen paused twice, and then said sincerely: "You must have good looks." After all, walking all the way from Secretary Zhang's office, the little girl who saw Yu Heng's face on the road seemed to be hooked away. .

"...As for the acting skills, I haven't seen them before, so I won't comment on them." Zhuo Junwen's words were sincere, especially the words that he affirmed that he was good-looking, Yu Heng felt comfortable hearing them.

He narrowed his eyes, like a lazy and noble black cat, nodded lazily and proudly, affirming Zhuo Junwen's words.

After all, none of what Zhuo Junwen said was distorted into an electronic sound, which is very real and worthy of encouragement.

"I love what you say. Let me know when this script is auditioning. Don't bother me with trivial matters at other times. I'm usually, uh... quite busy." Apart from eating and sleeping, I play games every day. Yu Heng looked serious.

"But I don't have your mobile phone number." Zhuo Junwen said in embarrassment, his tone became more and more cautious, for fear that he would accidentally offend Yu Heng.

Then his hard-won job, I am afraid that he really has no chance at all.

Yu Heng reported his mobile phone number to him, added WeChat to each other by the way, and waved his hands without looking back, "Let's go, let me know if there is anything to do."

Zhuo Junwen stared at him blankly, his eyes fell, and he saw the folder on the desktop, suddenly remembered something, took the folder and ran out in two or three steps.

"Hey! Script! You forgot to take the script!"

Yu Heng had long legs, and he walked a long way in a short time. Zhuo Junwen trotted to catch up with him, and stuffed the folder with "No Zeng" on the cover into his arms.

Yu Heng also noticed that he didn't take the script.

But he felt that it was useless to take it or not. Didn't the fresh and refined screenwriter say something, he would rather have a beautiful vase.

Wouldn't it be nice for him to be a good-looking vase honestly?

Why bother to think about the script, wasting his sleeping time.

Yu Heng clamped the script into the crook of his arm, and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Zhuo Junwen with an extremely serious tone: "You can call me Yu Heng, don't always be eh, eh, or Call you."

After speaking, he walked forward, walking quickly with his long legs, and he was outside the elevator in the blink of an eye.

Zhuo Junwen stood there and laughed.

Yu Heng was not as difficult to deal with as he imagined.

He's a nice person and has a good temper.

Yu Heng reached out to stop the car, but still didn't bother to call his driver.

In order to save money, the taxi driver did not turn on the air conditioner.

Yu Heng didn't pay much attention, but with a twitch of his brain, he rolled down the car window, and gusts of cold wind blew into the car.

The culprit shrank his neck into the sweater and turned into a snail.

Seeing him in the rearview mirror, the taxi driver wanted to ask him to roll up the window several times, but he hesitated to speak.

In the end, he couldn't bear the cold wind rushing down his neck, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Young man, please roll up the car windows. It's almost winter, and it's so cold with the windows open."

Hearing this, Yu Heng raised his head, met the taxi driver's eyes from the rearview mirror, and still spoke in a low voice, "Uncle, if you turn on the air conditioner, I'll roll up the windows."

taxi driver:"……"

The cold wind was still blowing, and the whole compartment felt icy cold. The late autumn wind was blown on the face by the speed of the car like a knife.

It hurts where it blows.

The taxi driver was silent for a while, and finally couldn't resist the cold wind, and said in a sly voice: "OK, OK, I'll just turn on the air conditioner, I lost to you young man, you roll up the windows quickly, the wind is blowing cold It's not cold!"

Yu Heng stretched out his hand in satisfaction, pressed the lift button, and rolled up the car window.

The taxi driver also reluctantly turned on the air conditioner, and while turning it on, he said bitterly, "Young man, you are really smart."

Yu Heng sneered when he heard his ironic tone mixed with electronic voice.

The scenery outside the car window flew by, the buildings, the green belt, the lower half of the trees painted white, the storefronts on the street, and pedestrians all passed by in a flash.

Yu Heng kept staring out the window.

Ever since he got this strange and useless superpower by chance, he gradually discovered it.

Among the people he met, lying was a common occurrence, and many people even regarded lying as a daily routine. People who did not lie were very rare, even fewer than giant pandas.

For no reason, Yu Heng remembered what his sister-in-law said before: It is really difficult not to lie to survive in this society.

Yu Heng himself likes to talk nonsense casually, talking nonsense, nine out of ten sentences are true, and one sentence is half true.

Qin Changshuo was among the very few who told the truth.

This is also the reason why Yu Heng noticed Qin Changshuo for the first time.

Looking out of the window with his arms around, Yu Heng let his thoughts go blank. He always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

As for the promise to Qin Changshuo that he would give someone an answer after he finished recording, he had forgotten it a long time ago, so he couldn't remember it.

After Qin Changshuo finished recording, Yu Heng had already run away without any accident. Although he knew that he would do this, Qin Changshuo's eyes were still a bit dark.

He stood in the stairwell in despair, and it took him a long time to remember that he already had Yu Heng's new WeChat account.

With trembling fingertips, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat that he hadn't used for a long time. The villain looked at the background of the moon for a long time before entering the communication interface.

The entire chat history interface is colorful and colorful, and various message advertisements are piled up on the interface, and Qin Changshuo's eyes only stay on the top one.

That WeChat avatar is an emoticon package, Qin Changshuo clicked on it.

A few words were written on the profile picture, "Who is looking at Dad's profile picture?" Qin Changshuo pursed the corners of his lips, wanting to laugh uncontrollably.

The WeChat name and signature are also in the same style.

The name is Dad, and the signature is: Dad's signature is not allowed to be seen by ordinary people.

It's been five years, even if Yu Heng changed to a new WeChat account, everything about him is still there, nothing has changed, of course, except for his avatar.

The avatar was originally another one, but now it is replaced by an unknown panda head emoticon pack.

Qin Changshuo was unhappy again.

After staring at the person's personal interface like an idiot for a long time, Qin Changshuo backed out, pointing at the blank space at the bottom with his slender fingers.

His hand that was about to type suddenly stopped, and he lightly poked the icon of the microphone next to him with his finger. Qin Changshuo brought the phone to his lips and spoke softly.

"Hengheng, I'm Qin Changshuo."

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand and sent the message.

Then he looked at the screen and waited for Yu Heng to return to him.

Qin Changshuo's hope was doomed to fail, he waited for half an hour, but Yu Heng didn't reply, his eyes became even darker.

Just as he was about to put his phone away and go back to work, Qin Changshuo thought of something. He pressed his finger on the volume button, and the volume that was originally muted was turned up to the maximum.

Normally, when working, Qin Changshuo's cell phone is silent and placed in Bai Chen's place, but this time he is uncharacteristically, not only carrying the cell phone with him, but also turning the volume to the maximum, for fear of missing the message Yu Heng sent him back. .

Qin Changshuo has been waiting, from one o'clock in the afternoon to six o'clock, he was ready to call it a day and go home. The phone was quietly placed in his pocket, and it never rang.

Qin Changshuo slowly tightened his fingers on the edge of the phone, and he closed his eyes hard.

Anyway, after waiting for five years, he is not in a hurry for this moment.

Now that the man has returned, he has nothing to worry about.

Sooner or later, Yu Heng will be his.

Qin Changshuo's eyes lit up a little, and he was instantly full of confidence.

Bai waited for this meeting to dare to come over.

Ever since he met the man wrapped in rice dumplings at noon and stayed in the stairwell for half an hour, Qin Changshuo's mood has rarely improved.

Even his previously paralyzed face looked a little smiling.

But after recording the sound, this person went out for a while and then came back, his face changed instantly, and his whole body was surrounded by a black aura and low air pressure.

Just like Yama.

The kind that urges you to die.