The topic has already been exposed by Jie Yang, so there is no need to pretend to be friendly. Fang Chengnan sorted out the script in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Really?" Xie Yang still smiled and glanced at Fang Chengnan's phone under the script. "Do you need me to pretend that I didn't see you secretly recording?"
Fang Chengnan tightened his grip on the script, turned his head to look at Jie Yang, frowned and said, "Jie Yang, you are a newcomer, I can understand your nervousness and sharpness now, but you'd better not go too far."
"Mu Zhouyi told you about the rumor at the V Club dinner, and then you asked someone to spread it, right? What did Mu Zhouyi exchange with you for the special guest of "Extreme Wars"?"
Fang Chengnan's expression changed.
"Fang Chengnan, no one is stupid. Three people are competing for one role. Yan Xin is affiliated with Huanyu. You dare not touch him, so you are targeting me? Do you think I am easy to bully? Jie Yang plastic surgery and Jie Yang wearing counterfeit clothes are really good hot search topics. Thank you for giving me the heat."
Fang Chengnan managed to calm his expression and said, "Jie Yang, stop slandering me."
"It seems that you haven't given up yet and want to continue to trick me." Xie Yang approached Fang Chengnan and lowered his voice, "What did Mu Zhouyi tell you? 'Xie Yang was kept by someone, I saw it with my own eyes'? Or 'He was sold to the family of my ambiguous object by the Xie family'? She was the one who approached you, did you really think she was giving you a handle on me out of kindness? Have you ever thought about what if she was actually giving you a meal before execution?"
Fang Chengnan looked towards Jie Yang suddenly.
"Did you also give Hong Zhijie the wrong message? Have you ever thought about what would happen if I wasn't kept by someone and you offended me?"
Fang Chengnan finally lost his composure and said, "Jie Yang, what on earth are you——"
"Senior, not all newcomers will honestly swallow their grievances after being suppressed." Xie Yang interrupted Fang Chengnan, stood up, and smiled at Fang Chengnan again, "I have always been a grudge holder. I pray that Yang Xing and I don't develop, otherwise your future life will only become more and more difficult. In addition, I advise you to reflect on why you and Mu Zhouyi have only known each other for a short time, but you believe everything she says."
After saying that, he looked at Fang Chengnan's mobile phone hidden under the script, smiled, took out his own mobile phone from his pocket, opened the recording interface, and waved it in front of Fang Chengnan.
"Also, if you can do it, I can do it too."
Fang Chengnan opened his eyes wide, looked at the mobile phone that Jie Yang took out, and then looked at Jie Yang's eyes that were smiling but without any warmth. He felt a chill on his back and finally realized that he seemed to have hit a wall.
Fang Chengnan took his cell phone and went out to make a call.
Xie Yang continued to review the audition clips.
A few minutes later, the door of the lounge was opened and Yan Xin, who had finished the audition, walked in. The staff member who came in with Yan Xin asked Jie Yang to get ready.
Xie Yang nodded, then said to Yan Xin, "How was the audition?"
Yan Xin sat down next to Jie Yang and replied, "I tried my best. Whether I pass or not, I have a clear conscience. Come on, I think you can do it."
"I would like to thank you for your kind words, senior."
…
Led by the staff, Xie Yang entered the audition room, where he saw a small auditorium that had been decorated. A simple room scene was set up on the stage. The furniture in the room was very classical and exquisite, with only the piano in the middle looking a bit modern.
Sitting in the audience were director Zhou, producer, screenwriter and others. Among these people, Jie Yang recognized director Zhou Huairen. Zhou Huairen was in his fifties, tall and fat, with very artistic half-long hair and a beard.
Xie Yang came on stage and politely greeted everyone in the audience.
Zhou Huairen said: "Let's get started."
Xie Yang nodded, turned around and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, the maturity and calmness on his face had disappeared, replaced by a sense of exultation and pride that emanated from his bones.
Now that you have decided to do it, you must do your best. After accepting the audition, although Xie Yang had no hope for the results, he still prepared carefully. During this period, he would look through the original owner's textbooks and notes whenever he had free time, and occasionally he would consult the acting teacher hired by Yang Xing.
He also read the script again and again, analyzing every word related to the young master.
In the first birthday celebration scene, the young master played the piano not only to celebrate his mother's birthday, but also to show his mother the beauty of the piano and his own talent in this area, so as to convince his mother to fund him to open a piano school.
At this time, the young master was proud and confident, sincere and dazzling. He wanted to show everyone the goodness of the piano, to make his mother happy, and to make his mother pay for it. He was like a cunning little fox with smooth fur, who was spoiled but also had the capital to be proud.
Xie Yang walked to the piano and reached out to touch the piano lid. His movements were gentle, as if he was touching his lover. He turned sideways, his eyes fell on an empty chair beside the round table in the room, and said, "Mother, you must watch me carefully."
Zhou Huairen's expression changed.
Others also looked surprised.
This Jie Yang... no, the one standing on the stage now is exactly the handsome and proud young master in the script.
At this time, Xie Yang had completely entered into the young master's emotions. He sat down at the piano, thinking about what to play to make his mother happy, and what to play to make his mother willing to help him run a school.
He was distressed, but not too distressed, because he knew that his mother must love him and could not bear to directly reject his request.
When he opened the piano cover and put his fingers on the keys, the distress in his heart disappeared, and the melody he wanted came out naturally. It was lively, light and warm, like a butterfly in a spring garden, flapping its beautiful wings and dancing in the sunshine.
He looked down at the audience, and, well, his mother started smiling, so he smiled too. He looked at the piano keys, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly playfully changed the melody, making the music warm and joyful.
He looked down at the stage again and saw that not only his mother, but other guests in the room also looked happy, with a hint of pride on their faces. Yes, the piano has this kind of magic. You see, it is worthy of everyone's love and learning.
He suddenly launched into a series of complex and difficult virtuoso performances, and then quickly lowered the melody, returning to that spring garden. He enjoys the feeling of influencing other people's emotions with music, and he wants to let everyone know the benefits of the piano.
When the last melody ended, he looked at his mother, narrowed his eyes and said with pride, "Mom, does it sound good?"
The next second, the smile on Xie Yang's face faded, and he became polite and calm again. He stood up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed slightly to Zhou Huairen and others in the audience, and said, "The first performance is over. Shall we start the second performance immediately?"
Zhou Huairen and the others belatedly pulled themselves out of the mood created by Jie Yang. They looked at Jie Yang in surprise and started whispering to each other. Only Zhou Huairen immediately urged: "Continue, continue quickly."
Xie Yang nodded politely, turned his head to look at the piano, then slowly turned around and walked towards the piano.
He recalled the plot as he walked, and gradually put himself into the young master's emotions. His walking posture also changed little by little. When he reached the piano, there was no trace of Li Yang on him.
He stroked the piano.
The young master who decided to die was neither desperate nor in pain. He had no business, but in fact he still had some attachment to the world. He knew what he was doing and accepted it.
This is the best result.
He bent down and carefully wiped the dust off the piano bench, sat down, took out a well-protected photo frame from his arms, gently placed it on the piano, and said, "Mother, I'm starting."
The air was quiet and no one responded.
He lowered his head and opened the piano cover.
With crippled fingers and a damaged piano, the first few notes played are bound to be unpleasant. He paused briefly, then tightened his fingers, looked up at the photo and said, "Mother, I'm sorry, I haven't practiced well recently."
Still no one responded.
He was stunned for a long moment, then he collected his thoughts, lowered his head again, and seriously, even with a little paranoia, raised his fingers and pressed lightly, starting with slow playing and then slowly and continuously.
It can still play.
My crippled left hand always misses notes, but it doesn’t matter, as long as I can still play.
It can still play.
He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the performance.
Astringent, stiff, and dry... gradually, the melody became full and warm.
The broken piano under his fingers seemed to be restored to brand new. My mother walked out of the photo frame and sat down on the stage with a smile. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. It was another beautiful spring day.
He still remembers the novelty he felt when he first touched the piano. He wondered what kind of monster it was that could make such a special sound.
He still remembers his mother's surprise and pride when he played a complete piece of music for the first time.
He held piano parties for his family and taught everyone to dance and sing.
His first student was a beggar who had lost his parents in the war. He drew piano keys on the ground and taught the child to play, comically imitating the sounds with his throat.
He still remembered the child's bright and joyful eyes. That should be the same as he was back then.
He smiled, and the tune of his men changed. It was that spring day again. My mother was sitting in the audience with a smile on her face. The sun shone in, the air was filled with the aroma of pastries, and the housekeeper was singing a song outside.
The song is over.
He slowly opened his eyes, the spring day in his imagination disappeared, and everything in front of him was in ruins. The expression on his face slowly disappeared. He stared blankly at his mother's smiling face in the photo. After a while, he suddenly smiled again. As he smiled, tears fell.
"Mom, this is hard to hear, isn't it?"
"Mom, we're home."
"Mother, I will stay with you this time and never leave again."
…
After the performance, Xie Yang wiped away his tears, stood up and walked to the front of the stage, bowed to Zhou Huairen and others in the audience, and said, "My performance is over."
Zhou Huairen looked at Jie Yang carefully and asked, "What song did you just play?"
"It's a personal song I wrote specifically for the role of Young Master after reading the script."
After a while, Zhou Huairen leaned back in his chair, smiled, and said, "Okay."
…
When Xie Yang returned to the lounge, Fang Chengnan had already returned from his phone call. Seeing Jie Yang coming back, Fang Chengnan immediately looked over.
Xie Yang looked back and said, "Senior, it's your turn."
Fang Chengnan actually responded to Xie Yang's slightly provocative words, saying: "Xie Yang, I hope we are just competitors this time."
Is this giving in?
Xie Yang said: "That depends on your sincerity."
Fang Chengnan stopped talking, stood up and left at the request of the staff.
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Chengnan came back from the audition.
A few minutes later, Director Zhou came to the lounge in person and said some polite words to everyone, such as thanking them for their support and thanking them for their hard work in the audition. He then said that the audition results would be out in a week at the latest.
Everyone responded politely.
Xie Yang took the opportunity of shaking hands with Zhou Huairen to probe Zhou Huairen's brain, and indeed found some remnants of the golden finger, which he swallowed up directly.
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