Chapter 1172 My Idol, I Spoil Myself 6

In the empty hall, behind the long table, the director flipped through the resume in his hand: "Cheng Bai, right? Just play the role in your hand, the part about eating."

"Yes, director."

Cheng Bai closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his cold and handsome face was replaced with a simple and honest smile.

The director was taken aback for an instant, and couldn't help sitting up straight. The young man walked two steps quickly, went to the table, stretched out his hand and stuffed a piece of pancake into his mouth. While gnawing, he walked to the base of the wall and sat down. He seemed to be choking, and hurriedly picked up a tea mug from the ground and raised his head to drink water. After drinking, he wiped it with his sleeve, and smiled to the front: "Squad leader, this pancake is really delicious!"

The whole performance, eyes, movements, temperament, even the pancakes and water he ate, made everyone think they saw the real thing with their own eyes.

"Director, I'm done." The voice sounded.

Only then did the crowd come back to their senses, and then they didn't know who started it, and the crowd started to applaud.

The director looked him up and down, and was very happy: "Not bad, not bad!" He originally thought that the character sent out this time was a waste of time, but he did not expect to get such a big surprise.

Cheng Bai's performance was completely beyond his expectation!

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "What movie have you been filming recently?"

Cheng Bai blushed a little, saying that he was playing a eunuch.

The director was stunned, and couldn't help feeling: "Nowadays, there are not many young people who can bend down to act in this kind of drama. You are very good." He smiled and waved his hands, "Go, go back and pay attention to the phone."

Cheng Bai's eyes brightened slightly, and he bowed to the teachers before retreating.

As soon as they left, the screenwriter, the assistant director and others congratulated Director Zhang for finding a good actor. Director Zhang waved his hand: "Okay, you guys interview first, and I'll go to the back to take a look." Opening the curtain, he went straight to the one on the bench. girl.

"Huan girl, is your father in good health recently? It's been a long time since I played chess with him."

"He's fine. The day before yesterday he said he wanted to have a fight with you when he was free. After a long time, his hands were itchy."

"Hey, your dad is hot for three minutes. It's nice to say it now. Once I pass by, he will definitely drag me to go fishing again. I don't know him yet."

Xihe offered a cup of tea: "Then you guys can fish and play chess at the same time."

Director Zhang laughed, took a sip of tea, and held his stomach: "Your way, I think it will work!"

The two chatted for a while, and Director Zhang went to the front to continue the interview, and did not talk about Cheng Bai during the period.

Xihe came out of the tent and saw Cheng Bai waiting by the side of the road from a distance, she walked over quickly: "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."

Cheng Bai seemed to hesitate to speak, and finally nodded: "Okay."

The two of them didn't go far, and they ate at a small restaurant near the film and television base. The taste and hygiene were not bad.

After eating and drinking water, Cheng Bai finally couldn't hold back: "What do you mean by my brother and sister?"

Xihe blinked, raised her head and finished drinking the cup, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the younger brother and sister in the orphanage? I remember that you are an orphan, and you donate money to various orphanages every year. Most of your All wages are spent here."

Cheng Bai's hopeful eyes gradually faded away, and he slightly pulled the corner of his mouth: "I see, I thought..."

"What do you think?"

"without."

"But don't worry, since I have accepted your love, I will definitely do a good job in filming, but my current contract is still in Changhong, and I may not be able to make you much money in a short time."

Xihe smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, as much as you can earn."

Seeing her like this, Cheng Bai also pursed his lips and smiled, but he didn't know whether it was more joy or more bitterness.

Xihe didn't say anything, and asked him a few more questions, such as 'when will this web drama end now', 'what's the next arrangement', etc., and then let him go.

Not long after that, Cheng Bai's web drama finished, and knowing that he had no plans for the time being, Xihe took him to try another drama.

But it didn't work, and then ran to two other companies. Either the schedule conflicted with Director Zhang's play, or the script itself had too many surprises.

Xihe was annoyed at the end, and couldn't help but secretly scold Dihuang for being weak, and the manager hasn't shown up yet.

Otherwise, there's no need for her to run by herself, alas.

"It's actually okay."

Cheng Bai knelt down beside her, watching the people coming and going on the road: "I used to go to auditions, and eight out of ten films didn't want me. We are doing well now."

He still remembers that he would eat a steamed bun and a bottle of water, squatting in the film and television city every day looking for opportunities.

Compared with that time, it is much better now.

After all, directors generally like to have acting skills, be famous, or be able to spend money. He doesn't take advantage of it either.

Although Cheng Bai didn't say anything, Xihe understood what he had said, thought about it, and made up his mind.

She stood up: "Director Zhang's play is about to start, we won't be going for interviews recently, we'll talk about it after you settle down in the crew, you've been thinking about the script recently."

Cheng Bai: "Okay."

Xihe laughed, thinking that he was a bit obedient.

Later, when Cheng Bai was thinking about movies, or joining a group, Xihe didn't go to see him again, but sent Zheng Hua over.

She was alone at home, huddled in her room every day except for eating, and stayed up all night for several nights, and finally drew up the outline of a script. Then I said to the nanny, 'Don't call me when you eat', got into bed, and slept in the dark.

When Jin's father came back at night, he sneaked into his daughter's room to have a look, and saw a pile of papers all over the place.

One after another, all black characters were spread on the ground.

Shaking his head and sighing, he knelt down and picked them up one by one, but he picked them up more and more slowly, and finally became fascinated by watching them.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Xihe stared at the chicken coop and sat up, covered her mouth and yawned.

Father Jin held a stack of papers and stared at her closely: "You wrote all these?"

Xihe closed her eyes: "Yeah, Dad, remember to give me the money to shoot." She lifted the quilt and went downstairs with her slippers on.

Father Jin: ... a poor child will lose money.

But the next day, Jin's father still happily told the secretary to prepare.

Secretary: ...the president's daughter is no doubt a slave.

Because there is a powerful father as the backing, Xihe didn't care about the venue and the director. He just told them that the male lead had been decided, and let them go to the preparations, while he wandered off to Director Zhang's crew.

Director Zhang represented the gold content, and the degree of rigor was obvious. She couldn't get in at the door, so Director Zhang asked his assistant to pick her up.

Xihe followed the assistant into the room, and saw Director Zhang yelling with a loudspeaker: "It makes you hate, not to make you widen your eyes and tighten your eyebrows! Well, get down, are you stupid?"

The little Balu on the opposite side was so yelled at that his face turned black and red, he was at a loss what to do, let alone what to do.

Xihe burst into laughter, and turned to look around.

Their movie is about the Anti-Japanese War. The filming location was chosen on the mountain. Except for the camp area, the rest of the ground was laid out again. The destroyed city walls, broken tree trunks, red ribbons floating in the wind, and dark red marks on the ground...

All of them were desolate and vaguely foreshadowed the bloody wave that was about to erupt.