Chapter 1361 Cinnabar

He regretted it deeply. When Duan Qianchuan suggested to play the scene in the prison, he should have insisted.

Han Yutao didn't rehearse, so he didn't believe that Han Yutao could perform better than Gu Weiman!

Gu Weiman turned around and walked to the table.

"Let's start."

As she said that, she picked up the pen.

Shu Wenhao frowned.

Although they were both in front of the table, the position where Gu Weiman stood was a little bit off from where Han Yutao had just stood...

This slightly off position just happened to not be able to be lit!

For an actor, the difference between lighting and not lighting is too big.

As a result of this deviation in standing position, Gu Weiman was not as eye-catching and beautiful as Han Yutao before.

Everyone frowned.

Fans are not professionals and don't understand, but they can also feel that Gu Weiman seems to be ordinary in front of the camera.

Not as stunning as she just appeared.

Everyone's thoughts were only a moment.

The audition began, and no one called a stop.

Although Shu Wenhao was anxious, he couldn't interrupt Gu Weiman at this time.

Han Yutao's mouth corners were already curled up.

He looked at the woman with indifferent eyes while she lowered her head to paint.

Only Su Huatai's pupils shrank, and his eyes narrowed.

Duan Qianchuan also had doubts in his heart, and seeing the expression of his former senior, he was more certain in his heart.

Then look at Yuan Xiu played by Gu Weiman.

His back was not as straight as Han Yutao's, and his standing posture was not so cool.

But he was a little weak and hunched.

Only when she picked up the pen did the demeanor and freehand style of Yuan Xiu come out.

It was as if he suddenly had a spirit.

Then, the maid served tea.

When the tray was about to touch the table, Yuan Xiu raised his hand slightly.

The maid was already nervous, and when the man raised his hand, she panicked, and the tea fell on herself, and the teacup broke all over the floor.

The man's hand slowly fell on the plate of cinnabar on the table.

What kind of hand is this?

The joints are distinct and the fingers are slender.

As white as jade, with distinct texture.

He gently twisted a cinnabar.

"Hiss..."

The fiery red cinnabar spread a little bit at the fingertips, just like a drop of blood from the heart, beautiful to the extreme.

He raised his hand and put the little bit of cinnabar in front of himself.

They followed his hand and saw his face...

Hiss...

Most of his body was still hidden in the shadow.

But the small half in the light and shadow was already beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.

The more this happened, the more people wanted him to stand in the bright light as soon as possible.

And in the eyes of a director like Shu Wenhao.

The whole composition of the picture - light, dark, white, and red.

All the colors have a sharp contrast, gorgeous to the extreme.

Beautiful...

In addition to beauty, there is no more words to say.

It's so beautiful.

Others didn't understand, but they all felt the same sense of beauty.

Everyone could only stare blankly.

There was a feeling of wanting to worship.

But the man's expression was indifferent.

He twisted his fingers gently.

Like a high god.

It was not until he tasted that bit of cinnabar that a peaceful and gentle smile flashed in his eyes.

He didn't notice that his lips were stained with a little cinnabar.

At this moment, everyone's heart was crushed!

The originally solemn, serious, and indifferent man was tainted by that little bit of cinnabar.

And his indifferent expression at this moment only made people want to tear his abstinence apart.