Chapter 51 This Is Strength
Otherwise, Wen Dongni's so-called wonderful performance just now has already made people who play the same role start to feel a little confused. At least it affects your mood, and at worst it affects your acting skills.
"Director, hello teachers, my name is Yan Huan," Yan Huan smiled gracefully and introduced herself, "The name of the character I play is Hong Yao."
Yan Huan's facial features are good, and can even be said to be outstanding. However, in the entertainment industry, such an appearance can only be said to be an advantage, but it is not absolute. After all, in this industry, if you don't have a good face, It is impossible to become famous, but the same, acting skills are important, connections are important, and luck is actually the most important thing. For example, right now, her luck is not good. If she wants to go against the trend, unless her Her performance can be far superior to that of Wen Dongni, but now in the hearts of others, Yan Huan, who has not had a successful work so far, does not have any advantage.
When these people heard that the role chosen by Yan Huan was the popular one, everyone seemed to be a little uninterested. After all, they had already recognized Wen Dongni's performance, so they were preconceptions, and they were all determined to win the role of Wen Dongni. , even Jin Hailiang was tapping the table with the pen in his hand, feeling absent-minded.
This is a sudden injury. For a young actor, such an action can destroy almost all their self-confidence. Yan Huan lowered his eyelashes slightly, and the long eyelashes were hidden under the eyelids, covering them. Two light touches of dust fell, and over her years, they began to settle.
She moved a chair, sat down, and then gently adjusted her clothes. It was strange that in an instant, Jin Hailiang's pupils shrank so much that they were all attracted by Yan Huan's simple actions. , and so are others.
I saw that the woman on the stage was very young, in her twenties. She turned her face sideways, and her slender fingers seemed to be stroking something on her legs again and again. It might be a cat, or a white wave. Silk cat, the woman's exquisitely painted red lips were gently raised, and some mist gathered in her clear eyes like lake water at this time. It seems that he is thinking about something, and the larger the curvature of the corners of his lips is, the thicker the mist becomes.
Until the mist was almost about to turn into water droplets, she opened her eyes again, and all the mist dissipated, and it was as calm as water, light and shallow, but there were no ripples.
Lowering her head, it seemed that her fingers were caressing the head of the cat in her arms. The cat meowed and jumped off her legs. She did not chase after it. She curled her red lips again and tilted her head slightly. She turned around and propped herself up by the table on one side. Obviously, she made no other unnecessary movements, just the changes in her eyes and the pause in her eyes. However, there seemed to be a kind of emotion in her movements. Amorous feelings, a kind of charm and dignity that is between a lady and a prostitute, which is difficult for people to judge.
Yes, Wen Dongni acted very well. She played a prostitute, a prostitute, and a brothel girl who made men blush and their hearts beat. But her performance was not a popular one.
Hong Yao was originally a lady, but Zeng Jin was also the treasure of her family. She was raised by her father. She was also a rich girl who read poetry and books and indulged in the fragrance of books. However, her family fell into decline and was framed. In the end, she was Living in this flowery street and willow lane, her body is dirty, everything about her is dirty, only her soul, her soul, is still the noble girl who was taught by her father to draw one stroke at a time.