Chapter 1229: Digging a Pit and Jumping

The villain played by Yan Huan was from the very beginning. Although she is said to be the second female lead, Yan Huan feels that she is actually the leading female lead. Si Yu's role is the most in the entire drama. , has the most shots, the most lines, and is also where the character’s personality is most obvious.

She didn't like this kind of character at all before, but for some reason, she likes it now.

She used to like a perfect life, because this is the kind of perfection she pursues, which can be safe and smooth, just like the prince and Cinderella. The ending of fairy tales is always the princess and the prince living happily together.

Therefore, the roles she plays are all characters such as White Lotus, Malisu, and Our Lady. As she said herself, her appearance is very deceptive. When she plays such a Malisu drama, Madonna and White Lotus The image is the best.

But her acting skills can only be here. If she wants to make a breakthrough, she has to challenge different roles. But she passed away before she could challenge her. But she didn't expect that Lu Qin Dao gave her an opportunity, an opportunity that she didn't want, but now she is somewhat interested in it.

This silk rain is a good challenge opportunity.

Compared with the White Lotus she played in the past, Siyu seems to be truly flesh and blood. She is not a dream, but a little realistic. She lives at the bottom. In a strict sense, in fact, she There is nothing wrong with her. She is just looking for something wrong or wrong with her feelings. Who in reality does not live like this.

After all, there are too few people who have a smooth life, and most people live under such struggles.

She seemed to be feeling a little bit like Silu Yu, and this feeling was good for now.

She took the script over again and started flipping through page after page, also trying to figure out the character of the characters in the script and the light and darkness in their hearts.

There is light and darkness in everyone's heart. It's just a matter of difference. Is it more light or more darkness? Is it the darkness before dawn or the darkness after dusk?

One is sunny, the other is dark.

She didn't know how long she had been rummaging like this, but she had some clear ideas in her mind, and she had at least 70% grasp of Si Yu's temperament.

She yawned and looked at her watch again. It was already past two o'clock in the morning. It was already around this time, so she should go to bed. She could get up later tomorrow. After all, the preparations had not been completed yet. They will be given three days to adapt, and during these three days, they can do whatever they want.

Yan Huan pulled up the quilt and lay down, but she couldn't sleep. She sat up again, took her mobile phone and flipped through it, but accidentally came across the chat software.

On the chat software, there were only three poor friends, and among them, apart from her and her assistant, only his profile picture was lit. This must be because he was there.

She thought for a while and typed out two words.

"Hello."

Then she threw her phone away, thinking that given the person's temperament, he might not answer, and she grabbed the quilt, feeling a little sleepy, until there was a ding, she was startled. .

This voice couldn't be more familiar. She only became familiar with it after studying it with her assistant for an afternoon, and it was this voice that she heard the most in that afternoon.

This is the sound of the chat software. Someone has replied to her message.

She grasped the corner of the quilt tightly and wiped the sweat from her palms on the quilt. Then she grasped the phone tightly, put it in front of her eyes, and opened it.

The hello she sent is still there, and then she also added another hello.

He responded to her.

He actually replied to her.

Didn’t you say that person wouldn’t talk about this?

But who said that person didn’t talk about this? Who said this?

She seemed to have said it herself. She just didn't talk. How could she know? Maybe what someone likes most after work is chatting, but that person's temperament doesn't seem to like chatting. She It feels like he likes to stare at computers, or he may not touch them.

Is it true that people are not what they look like? The more cold and hard they look on the outside, they are hard on the inside.

It was just that she had been looking at this illuminated avatar for a long time, and she didn't know what to go back to. It seemed that a hole had been dug and she jumped out of it.

In the end, she turned off her phone, pulled up the quilt and continued to sleep. After a while, she really fell asleep, but she had another dream, in which someone was calling her. name.

Huanhuan... Huanhuan...

Who is it? Who is it? Why is it this voice again?

She opened her eyes, and there was some cold sweat on her forehead. She sat up and poured herself a glass of water. She drank the water and breathed out gently. She walked to the window. It was still dark, and the time at this time was only half past three in the morning, and she had only slept for half an hour.

She put down the cup, and she didn't feel too confused. But at this time, she was unexpectedly awake and couldn't sleep. She didn't know if it was because of the so-called jet lag that she hadn't adjusted, or because she slept too much during the day. So much so that I always can't sleep well at night.

She walked to the bed, took off her shoes, and then took out her mobile phone and lay on the quilt. She took the phone and opened it, and saw the chat software at a glance.

Well, is he still there?

He didn't leave.

The avatar on it was still lit. The assistant told her that when the avatar on it was lit, it meant that the person was there, and if there was no sign, it was logged in on the computer.

The conversation on it was just four pitiful sentences.

Hello.

Hello.

And then...

That was it.

"Are you still there?" She typed a few more words, hesitated, and finally sent them out. She couldn't sleep and felt too lonely. Although she didn't want to jump into this pit again.

"Well," a word came from the other side soon, just like the one she knew, taciturn and dull.

In fact, Yan Huan didn't think much about it. After all, her identity was already determined. She just wanted to find someone to chat with, and treated him as a stranger.

"Not asleep?"

The other side took the initiative to reply with a sentence, which was actually just two words.

"Fell asleep, woke up again," Yan Huan pressed on the phone, then she lay down and held the phone in front of her.

"Why?" The message over there was replied very quickly, and it took Yan Huan a long time to call back. If she wanted him to reply, it might take only a few seconds.

The time has not been adjusted.