My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

The words have been broken by Xie Yang, there is no need to pretend to be friendly.Fang Chengnan sorted out the script in his hand, his tone calmed down, and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Really." Xie Yang still smiled, and glanced at Fang Chengnan's mobile phone under the script, "Do you need me to pretend that I didn't see you recording secretly?"

Fang Chengnan tightened his grip on the script, looked sideways at Xie Yang, frowned and said, "Xie Yang, you are a newcomer, I can understand your nervousness and sharpness, but you'd better not go too far."

"Mu Zhouyi told you about the rumor at the V club dinner, and then you found someone to spread it, right? What did Mu Zhouyi exchange this with you, the special guest of "Extreme Warfare"?"

Fang Chengnan's expression changed.

"Fang Chengnan, no one is a fool. Three people are fighting for a role. Yan Xin belongs to Huanyu. You dare not move, so you are following me? Do you think I'm a bully? Xie Yang has plastic surgery, Xie Yang wears a fake house, it's really a hot search Topic, thank you for taking the initiative to send me the heat."

Fang Chengnan managed to stabilize his expression, and said, "Xie Yang, don't slander me with empty words."

"It seems that you haven't given up yet and want to continue cheating on me." Xie Yang approached Fang Chengnan, lowered his voice, "What did Mu Zhouyi tell you? 'Xie Yang was taken care of by someone, I saw it with my own eyes'? Or 'He The family who was sold to my love interest by Xie's family'? She took the initiative to approach you, did you really think that she was kindly giving you my handle? You never thought about it, what if she gave it to you? Is it a severed meal?"

Fang Chengnan suddenly looked at Xie Yang.

"Did Hong Zhijie also be sent the wrong message by you? Haven't you thought about it, if I was not adopted, then you offended me, what would happen in the end?"

Fang Chengnan finally lost his composure, and said, "Xie Yang, what on earth are you—"

"Senior, not all newcomers will swallow their grievances honestly after being suppressed." Xie Yang interrupted Fang Chengnan, straightened up, and smiled at Fang Chengnan, "I always hold grudges, pray Yang Xing and I should not develop, or you will only have more and more miserable days in the future. In addition, I advise seniors to reflect on why you and Mu Zhouyi have only known each other for a short time, but she believes everything she says."

After speaking, he glanced at Fang Chengnan's cell phone hidden under the script, smiled, took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened the recording interface, and shook it in front of Fang Chengnan's eyes.

"Also, senior, you will, and so will I."

Fang Chengnan's eyes widened, he looked at the mobile phone Xie Yang took out, and at Xie Yang's smiling but unwarmed eyes, his back felt chilly, and finally realized that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate.

Fang Chengnan took his mobile phone and went out to make a call.

Xie Yang continued to flip through the audition clips.

A few minutes later, the door of the lounge was opened, and Yan Xin, who had finished the audition, walked in.The staff who came in with Yan Xin asked Xie Yang to prepare.

Xie Yang nodded, and then said to Yan Xin, "How was the audition?"

Yan Xin sat next to Xie Yang, and replied: "I tried my best, and I have a clear conscience about whether I can live. You work hard, I think you can do it."

"Borrow auspicious words from seniors."

……

Under the leadership of the staff, Xie Yang entered the audition room, and saw that it was a small auditorium that had been furnished. The scene of a room was simply set up on the auditorium stage. The furniture in the room was very classical and exquisite, except for the piano in the middle. modernization.

Director Zhou, producer, screenwriter and others sat under the stage.Among these people, Xie Yang recognized director Zhou Huairen. Zhou Huairen was over 50 years old, tall and fat, with very artistic half-length hair and a beard.

Xie Yang came to the stage and greeted everyone in the audience politely.

Zhou Huairen said, "Let's start directly."

Xie Yang nodded, turned around and closed his eyes slightly. When he opened his eyes again, the maturity and calmness that belonged to Xie Yang on his face had disappeared, replaced by a flying spirit and pride coming from his bones.

Now that you have decided to do it, you must go all out.After receiving the audition, although Xie Yang was not hopeful about the results of the audition, he still prepared carefully.During this period of time, whenever he was free, he read the original owner's textbooks and notes, and occasionally went to ask the performance teacher hired by Yang Xing.

He also read and read the script, analyzing every word about the young master.

In the first birthday scene, the young master played the piano not only to celebrate his mother’s birthday, but also to show his mother the beauty of the piano and his talent in this area, so as to persuade his mother to fund and help him run a piano school .

At this time, the young master is proud and confident, sincere and dazzling, he wants to show everyone how good the piano is, wants to make his mother happy, and even uses a small abacus to make his mother pay for it, like a smooth fur, proud of being favored, but yet A cunning little fox with capital pride.

Xie Yang walked to the piano and reached out to touch the piano cover with gentle movements, as if he was touching his lover.He turned sideways, his eyes fell on an empty chair next to the round table in the room, and said, "Mother, you must take good care of me."

Zhou Huairen's expression changed.

The others were also surprised.

This Xie Yang... No, the one standing on the stage now is just like the beautiful and proud young master in the script.

At this time, Xie Yang has completely brought into the mood of the young master.He sat down in front of the piano, thinking about what to play to make his mother happy, and what to play to make his mother willing to help him run a school.

He was distressed, but not particularly distressed, because he knew that his mother must love him, so he couldn't bear to directly reject his request.

When he opened the cover and put his fingers on the keys, the distress in his heart disappeared, and the melody he wanted jumped out naturally. It was lively, light, and warm, like a butterfly in a spring garden, flapping its beautiful wings in the sun. fly.

He looked down the stage, well, mother started to smile, so he smiled too.He looked at the keys, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly changed the melody mischievously, making the music enthusiastic and joyful.

He looked down the stage again and saw not only his mother, but other guests in the room also looked happy, with a hint of complacency on their faces.Yes, the piano has this kind of magical power. You see, how much it deserves to be loved and learned by everyone.

He suddenly started a series of complex and difficult shows, and then quickly dropped the melody back to the spring garden.He enjoys the feeling of using music to affect other people's emotions, and he must let everyone know how good the piano is.

When the last melody fell, he looked at his mother, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said with pride, "Mom, is it good?"

In the next second, the smile on Xie Yang's face faded, and he became polite and calm again.He got up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly to Zhou Huairen and others in the audience, and said, "The first part of the performance is over. Do you want to start the second part immediately?"

Only then did Zhou Huairen and the others belatedly escape from the emotions created by Xie Yang.They looked at Xie Yang unexpectedly and whispered to each other.Only Zhou Huairen immediately urged: "Continue, continue quickly."

Xie Yang nodded politely, looked sideways at the piano, then turned around slowly, and walked towards the piano.

As he walked, he recalled the plot, bringing in the emotions of the young master little by little, and his walking posture changed a little bit. When he reached the piano, there was no trace of Xie Yang on his body.

He touches the piano.

The young master who decides to die is not in despair, nor in pain. He has no business, but in fact he has nostalgia for the world.He knows what he's doing and accepts it all.

This is the best result.

He bent down and carefully wiped off the dust on the piano bench, sat down, took out a well-protected photo frame from his arms, put it gently on the piano, and said, "Mom, I'm starting."

The air was quiet and no one responded.

He bowed his head and lifted the piano cover.

With crippled fingers and a damaged piano, the few notes just played must be unpleasant.He paused briefly, then tightened his fingers, looked up at the photo and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I haven't been practicing recently."

Still no response.

He was stunned for a while, then collected his attention, lowered his head again, seriously, even with a little paranoia, raised his finger, and pressed down lightly, from slow playing to slow coherence.

I can still play.

The crippled left hand always leaks sound, it doesn't matter, as long as it can still play.

I can still play.

He closed his eyes and devoted himself fully to the performance.

Jerky, stiff, dry... Gradually, the tune becomes full and warm.

The broken piano under my finger seemed to be restored to new. My mother walked out of the photo frame and sat down under the stage with a smile. There was a fragrance of flowers floating in the air. It was another beautiful spring day.

He still remembers the novelty when he first came into contact with the piano, and he wondered what kind of monster it was that could make such a special sound.

He remembers his mother's surprise and pride the first time he played a piece in full.

He held piano parties for his family, taught everyone to dance, and taught everyone to sing.

His first student was a beggar who had lost his parents in the war. He drew piano keys on the ground and taught the child how to play them, mocking the sounds with his throat.

He still remembers the bright and joyful eyes of the child at that time.That should be the same as him back then.

He smiled, and the tune of his men changed.It was that spring day again, my mother was sitting under the stage with a smile on her face, the sun was shining in, there was the aroma of pastries in the air, and the housekeeper was singing salutes outside.

One song finished.

He slowly opened his eyes, the spring day in his fantasy disappeared, and everything in front of him was dilapidated.The expression on his face slowly disappeared. He stared blankly at the smiling mother in the photo. After a while, he suddenly smiled again. Tears fell down his face as he smiled.

"Mother, is it hard to hear?"

"Mom, we're home."

"Mother, I will stay with you this time and I will never leave again."

……

At the end of the performance, Xie Yang wiped away his tears, stood up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed to Zhou Huairen and others in the audience, and said, "My performance is over."

Zhou Huairen looked at Xie Yang seriously, and asked, "What song did you play just now?"

"It's a solo song I wrote specifically for the role of Young Master after reading the script."

After a while, Zhou Huairen leaned back in the chair, smiled, and said, "Yes."

……

When Xie Yang returned to the lounge, Fang Chengnan had already returned from the phone call.Seeing Yang come back, Fang Chengnan immediately looked over.

Xie Yang looked back and said, "Senior, it's your turn."

Fang Chengnan actually responded to Xie Yang's provocative words, saying: "Xie Yang, I hope we are just competitors this time."

Is this softening?

Xie Yang said: "That depends on the sincerity of the seniors."

Fang Chengnan stopped talking, got up and left under the greeting of the staff.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Chengnan returned from the audition.

A few minutes later, Director Zhou came to the waiting room in person. As usual, he thanked everyone for their support and hard work in the audition, and then said that the audition results would be out in a week at the latest.

Everyone responded politely.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of shaking hands with Zhou Huairen, Xie Yang probed Zhou Huairen's brain, and sure enough, he found a little bit of golden finger left, so he swallowed it up and cleaned it up.