Ever since the day he promised Xu Qichen to consider going for an audition, Xia Xiqing had nightmares all night long. All he dreamed about was what happened when he was a child. He thought that he had forgotten all about it in the past so many years.

But the moment Xia Xiqing opened his eyes in cold sweat, he realized that he had never forgotten these dark memories dormant in a hidden corner of his heart, waiting for the opportunity to surface all the time to hit his nerves.

Xia Xiqing hated the embarrassment, and even more hated himself who dared not face the embarrassment.

Woke up and couldn't sleep anymore, turned on the phone at three in the middle of the night and refreshed Moments. Coincidentally, the latest post turned out to be Zhou Ziheng's circle of friends at 2:45 in the morning.

There is only one photo, which is his mosaic script and various notes, and a cup of coffee.

Really hard.

Xia Xi counted the likes, and received a message from Zhou Ziheng in the next second.

[Moral Model: Why haven't you slept yet? ]

[Terrorist: Look up to you. ]

Holding the mobile phone, Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling and thought of the materials he saw in the bay window of Zhou Ziheng's bedroom last time. It seems that he really wanted to act well in this play, so he put so much effort into it.

For some reason, a picture suddenly popped up in my mind. Zhou Ziheng in a suit and leather shoes stood on the stage to accept the award, and himself, who was also dressed like a dog, sat in the audience and applauded him.

Xia Xiqing felt that he must be sick.

What if one of the main creators celebrating him in the audience is someone else.

[Terrorist: Which newcomers do you like, send them for me to taste. ]

It was originally a joke, but who would have thought that Zhou Ziheng would actually send him some photos.

[Moral model: They were all found by the director at the film school. Currently, I think these three are not bad, they are pretty handsome, they are all from majors, and their professional ability is not bad. ]

In fact, what Zhou Ziheng said is quite pertinent, "not bad", "pretty pretty", "not bad", these descriptions are not up to [appreciation] anyway, they can only be regarded as above the passing line. But Xia Xiqing just felt uncomfortable when he saw it. He was used to looking for reasons, and he attributed this abnormal mood to his old problem of overestimating himself.

But he didn't understand why he was compared with the three newcomers that Zhou Ziheng said.

Maybe Xia Xiqing didn't reply for too long, Zhou Ziheng sent another one.

[Moral Model: What's wrong, I suddenly asked this. ]

[Terrorist: Just ask, let's see which newcomer is so lucky to act with handsome guy Zhou for the first time. ]

He clicked on the first picture. It was a little boy who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate facial features and fair skin. He looked very innocent. The second one is pretty much the same style, with longer hair.

The boy in the last picture is a bit special, with light eyeballs, round eyes, palm-shaped face, and brown hair. He is the type that girls like now, cute and pure.

[Terrorist: The third kid is quite cute, and I think he fits you well. ]

When it was time to send it, Xia Xiqing deleted the second half of the sentence, leaving only the first half of the compliment.

Originally, Zhou Ziheng was editing Xia Xiqing’s reply to a WeChat message. He was hesitant to tell Xia Xiqing that he only wanted to act in this play with him. New news coming.

The three words "little friend" touched his back almost instantly, not to mention the sentence "very cute" after it, and he deleted the previously edited text in one go.

[Moral Model: What, to your liking? ]

Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, why this guy still can't figure out what his own taste is, if he doesn't know, look in the mirror and it's over.

He glanced at the photo again. The boy in it had a bright smile, and the shape of his eyes made him smile beautifully.

Like little angels.

[Terrorist: Isn't this kind of innocent appearance to your taste? I don't know if it's the same as the outside. ]

Don't be like me.

Zhou Ziheng was already angry, but he became even more angry when he saw this sentence. It turned out that Xia Xiqing always thought that he was fooling around with him because of his innocent-looking face. He knew who Xia Xiqing was from the very beginning, and it wasn't because of his face that he was deceived. Not knowing whether it was out of anger or what, Zhou Ziheng finally typed a few words and turned off the phone.

[Moral Model: That's right, it's my taste. ]

As soon as Xia Xiqing saw this WeChat, he sat up directly from the bed.

When Xia Xiqing didn't come and go at the call of others, there were countless people waiting in line for him, and Zhou Ziheng dared to say that other men were his taste in front of him. These days are really giving him face.

The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, the more I felt useless, so I sat up and smoked a cigarette. Xu Qichen didn't dare to take the notebook himself, and now he is compared to this kind of yellow-haired brat who hasn't grown up.

your taste? I don't **** let you play with your tastes.

With this not very positive attitude. Two days later, Xia Xiqing finally agreed to Xu Qichen's audition. Xu Qichen on the phone was extremely surprised, "I thought you were fooling me by saying that you would consider it, but I didn't expect you to really come."

In fact, it was indeed a fool, if it weren't for the anger with Zhou Ziheng.

"Well, please send me the time and place."

"Huh? Didn't Ziheng tell you? It's tonight."

"Tonight?" Xia Xiqing didn't hold back, but regretted it after saying it. He hasn't spoken to Zhou Ziheng since that night. Even though he lived across the street, he didn't contact anyone. He didn't even know that the audition for the second male lead was scheduled for tonight.

"Well, at 7:30 tonight. I'll send you the address. If you don't drive, just take a taxi. I'll wait for you downstairs. There are quite a lot of reporters around here."

Xia Xiqing hummed, and hung up the phone only to realize that it was already seven o'clock. He didn't bother to clean up, so he went out in the black one-piece overalls he was painting at home. Xia Xiqing saw himself in the rearview mirror while sitting in the taxi, his hair was a little messy, so he tied the ends of his hair with a hair tie at the back of his head.

As soon as he finished the piercing, he froze for a moment, wondering why he was in such a rush, as if he wanted to act with him so much.

No, I didn't want him to succeed. Thinking of what happened in the early morning of that day, Xia Xiqing felt angry.

The taxi driver sitting in the front glanced at him several times, hesitated for a long time before saying, "You, are you that star?"

When meeting a stranger, Xia Xiqing, he habitually resorted to the killer trick of fake smiles that he has been in the rivers and lakes for 25 years, "You admit your mistake."

"No, my sister's phone screen saver is you." The driver looked young and only in his twenties, "It's you and that actor, that...Zhou Ziheng, yes, a photo of the two of you." He glanced again , "I'm sure you won't admit it wrong, you have long hair and a mole on your nose, my sister really likes you."

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt a little proud.

When getting out of the car, the driver held out his mobile phone out of the car window and wanted to take a picture of him, but Xia Xiqing didn't stop him when he saw it. Who told her sister to be a self-study girl?

Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that the pleasure brought by petting fans actually goes both ways.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Xu Qichen at the entrance of the hotel. He was wearing a pair of glasses today, and he looked more student-like than usual. Xia Xiqing trotted to his side.

"Waiting for a long time?"

"No." Xu Qichen pushed his glasses, smiled at him and said, "You were pretty handsome for those two steps you ran just now."

"It's only now that you realize that brother Xi Qing is handsome." Xia Xiqing twisted the corner of his mouth angrily, and put his hand on Xu Qichen's shoulder unconsciously, "Why don't you dump Xia Zhixu and brother me."

Xu Qichen didn't say anything, just smiled, and the two went upstairs like that. While taking the elevator, he briefly told Xia Xiqing about the audition situation, and handed him the script in his hand. The folded page was the part he needed to prepare.

"How many people are here today?"

"Adding you makes four."

Xia Xiqing snorted, thinking of the photo Zhou Ziheng sent him before, he reckoned it was the three newcomers, "Aren't there any other actors here?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "We've already had a face-to-face meeting for the rest, director Kun is not particularly satisfied, besides," Xu Qichen lowered his voice a little, "This movie is not a big production, and there is no halo of a famous director. Many popular niche students are unwilling to act."

That's right. In fact, Xia Xiqing has always felt that Director Kun hopes that he can play the role. On the one hand, he must have felt that he is very similar to Jiang Tong, but he does not rule out the possibility of his fusion with Zhou Ziheng. For directors who make niche films, it is also very important for their works to be seen by more people.

It's like an artist who claims to be a maverick, but really, who doesn't want his works to be widely known. No matter how valuable something is not discovered, it will not shine.

"I've auditioned two actors just now." Xu Qichen pushed open the door of the audition room, "Now everyone is resting and discussing, you can read the script, and you will be the next one."

Xia Xiqing nodded.

Xu Qichen tugged at his baggy overalls, there were paint stains on them, he couldn't help laughing, "You're dressed casually today."

Looking down, Xia Xiqing smiled indifferently, "Don't you want to play an autistic youth? Autistic youths don't dress up." They entered through the back door. After lighting up, a short man wearing a peaked cap sat in front, talking with a man in a suit beside him. Xia Xiqing reckoned that this simple man was the Director Kun they were talking about.

What made him feel strange was that there was a little girl sitting next to him. Whose child is it? Still a young actor.

Coincidentally, when the two of them finished their conversation, Director Kun glanced back and saw Xia Xiqing all of a sudden, with a surprised expression on his face.

Xia Xiqing smiled politely at him.

"I'll go to the front first." Xu Qichen patted him on the shoulder, walked up to the director and sat down.

Xia Xiqing nodded, then sat in a corner and flipped through the script in his hand. The folded part is a small outburst scene. Jiang Tong came home from the hospital and saw a family in the corridor abusing a little girl. The family had lived downstairs for two years. Hitting children as soon as possible is already a common thing.

But today, Jiang Tong just came back from the hospital, feeling cold all over. The girl’s hoarse cry came from his hearing aid. He thought of himself before, so he knocked on the door, from knocking to knocking on the door, until the little girl’s father opened the door . He stepped forward to hug the child who had been subjected to domestic violence, and let the other party beat him, but he didn't let go, and even the hearing aid was knocked out.

It was not until Gao Kun passed by when he came back that he was saved.

Xia Xiqing found it a bit difficult for such a high-intensity climax scene. Fortunately, Jiang Tong is a hearing-impaired person with almost no lines, and there is no additional task of memorizing lines.

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt a little out of breath just looking at the simplest description in the script. He tried to calm himself down and calm down.

One advantage of drawing from a young age is that it allows him to construct concrete scenes in his mind all the time, and it is not difficult to restore the situation in the script.

The difficulty is whether he can let go, or dare to let go.

"Xu Zixi."

He raised his head and saw a young man sitting beside him responded and walked to the front.

"Hi everyone, I'm Xu Zixi, a third-year undergraduate student at XX Film Academy."

Junior? He and Zhou Ziheng are really the same age. The distance was a little far, Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes slightly and took a closer look. Isn't this the boy Zhou Ziheng said "suits his taste". The real person looks better than the photos, cute and delicate, not particularly tall, and has a tender voice.

Xia Xiqing watched Xu Zixi walk out of the door, and it seemed that he was going to start the act by knocking on the door.

"Are you ready?" Director Kun asked.

"Okay." Xu Zixi answered at the door, and after half a minute, he heard his knock on the door. It was weak at first, with no strength in his hand, and the voice was not loud. No one answered after knocking for a while. The movements became louder and louder, and the knocking on the door became louder and louder, mixed with a few shouts of "ahah", acting like a deaf-mute person.

He started banging on the door, louder and more anxiously. At this time, a co-star actor strode forward and opened the door suddenly. Xu Zixi's frightened expression appeared outside the door, and his raised hand was slowly lowered.

The actor in the opposite play was not responsible for speaking the lines. At this time, the little girl was already standing in front of the camera. The little actor was exhausted acting, so she just stood there, and did not need to cry. She helped the audition actor. Xia Xiqing felt the pressure even more.

As soon as Xu Zixi came in, he staggered quickly to the side of the little girl, knelt down and hugged her. His arms were raised high, and he was still shouting. His lines were very simple, almost repeating the words "Don't...beat...", but he said it very hard, really like a person who has been beaten. of people with disabilities.

Xia Xiqing had to admit that his acting was really good.

At this time, another person walked in quickly from the door and pulled up Xu Zixi who was half kneeling on the ground.

It was Zhou Ziheng.

It turned out that he was here, and he was also in charge of acting.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him to the other side, and as soon as he let go, Xu Zixi squatted down holding the little actor. His tears came down almost instantly. The little actor's hands were shaking. The scene was quiet, no one spoke.

Just this crying scene made Xia Xiqing feel the pressure. It seems that his background in a major is really different. Just crying can immediately burst into tears.

"Okay. That's it."

Hearing the director speak, Xu Zixi quickly walked out of the role. He wiped his face and smiled shyly, holding the young actor's hand, and said softly, "Did I scare you just now?"

The director didn't say much, but the man in a suit sitting beside him had a satisfied smile on his face. Xu Zixi turned around and bowed to Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng also smiled at him very politely, and praised, "The crying scene is really good."

If it had been someone else, he would have withdrawn a long time ago after seeing such an audition at this time. He is not a professional actor in the first place, and he is in front of him. It might be a shame to stay here.

But Xia Xiqing is a smart and strong person, especially when he heard Zhou Ziheng's compliment.

If it is another role, he is not sure.

But it was Jiang Tong who played the role.

Zhou Ziheng turned around and happened to see Xia Xiqing who was wearing a black overalls in the corner. The two met their eyes again after many days.

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's surprised eyes, Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

No, it's not Jiang Tong.

What he wants to play is himself, how could he lose.