Chapter 52 It's You
You said she was a prostitute, but in Yan Huan's opinion, this woman was noble. After all, she had the righteousness of the world in her heart. She was mean but not annoying. She was selfish but not self-interested. She emptied the money of men, but later donated all of it to the front line to buy rice, noodles, clothes and food for them.
Therefore, Yan Huan never felt how hateful and disgusting Hong Yao's prostitution was. He just felt that she was very pathetic.
Slightly folding her long eyelashes, she leaned back and crossed her legs. If she was wearing a cheongsam at this time, she would show the amazing thigh line and the beautiful calf curve, which must be very tempting. Then she took something from the table. Although she didn't take anything, everyone knew that she was taking a cigarette.
She put the cigarette to her lips, her movements were familiar and lazy, and then she started to smoke one puff after another. During this time, she did not make any sound, but used her expression and body to express the woman who was trapped in the dust, whose heart was higher than the sky but whose life was thinner than paper.
At this time, she had entered the play. She was not Yan Huan, but Hong Yao.
She satirized her present and recalled her past, but she did not know her future. She could only live like this, living like garbage step by step, entangled in the middle of all men, and annihilating a glimmer of hope in despair.
Blinking her eyes gently, Yan Huan stood up, and then looked down, and it seemed that everyone now was immersed in the scene just now, a woman's short life, so noble and dirty, selfish and righteous.
"It's you," the screenwriter of Qingqiu Suo suddenly stood up, even with tears in the corners of his eyes, "You are the Hong Yao I want, the Hong Yao in my heart."
Yan Huan still smiled faintly, with a shallow smile.
In fact, it was almost the same as she imagined. This was the Hongyao in Jin Hailiang's heart, and also the Hongyao in her heart. As a good actor, in addition to acting well, she also had to understand the role.
In fact, when she saw the script for the first time, she knew that the screenwriter liked Hongyao. In the whole play, although Hongyao could be said to be not even the third female role, she was the soul of the play. From her occasional appearance in the play, she knew that if this soul was played well, then the play was almost half successful.
Sometimes, it is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that an actor can drive a play.
In her previous life, Yan Huan had a lot of roles to play alone. She was able to control the scene and the play. Her understanding of the role of Hongyao had a lot to do with her experience in filming in her previous life. Perhaps it can be said that this is a special talent of Yan Huan.
Some people are born to be actors, such as Yan Huan.
When Yan Huan came out, Yi Ling ran over and put the cup in Yan Huan's hand. She almost opened her eyes wide, but she didn't dare to ask too many questions. How was the audition? Did she fail? Did no one want her? Did she lose face?
Yan Huan took the cup, opened it, and drank it sip by sip.
"It's okay, Huan Huan," we still have the next chance, and Yi Ling thought Yan Huan was out of luck when she saw Yan Huan's silence. She continued to talk and persuade, "In fact, we can think of it, right? Look at that Wen Dongni, she looks so arrogant. I heard her tell her assistant that the role of Hong Yao must be hers. Even if we don't choose Hong Yao, don't we still have Xiao Tao?"