I just want to be an actor

Chapter 162 So Sad That Even Your Mom Doesn’t Know Your Script

"Although this director Kenneth is not very famous, since the Oscar winner can get along with him very well, and he himself has been nominated for various Best Original Screenplay Awards for many times, he has won two awards in a row. Nominated for an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, it can be seen that his script skills are not weak."

After reading it, Zhou Sen gave Su Jingwen his general evaluation.

This director’s talent is obviously all focused on emotional dramas, right?

I don’t know what he was thinking. When he was young, he worked as a screenwriter for cartoons and nonsensical restricted comedies.

Looking at the awards he won in the second half of his life, it completely overshadowed his funnyness in the first half.

"Okay, then I'll go and inform Mr. Kenneth."

Su Jingwen stuffed the last piece of orange on the table into her mouth, took out a tissue and wiped her hands.When Zhou Sen was reading the information just now, she ate all the fruit on the table by herself.

"You didn't leave me any."

Zhou Sen reached out and dipped his hand into the remaining juice on the plate.

"I'll cut it for you later."

It seems that after being together, they can release their nature. Before the two of them had a formal breakthrough in their relationship, even if they lived under the same roof, they were relatively gentle.

From time to time, Su Jingwen would talk to Zhou Sen in a serious tone like a real sister.

But since the two of them got together, they have become more unscrupulous with each other.

Just after Su Jingwen sat down, before she even took off her slippers, Zhou Sen pulled her calf and placed it on his lap as a cushion for the report.

In fact, it was just for Zhou Sen to touch those smooth and white long legs while reading the information.

"Wait, we're still waiting, so let's let things go."

Zhou Sen reached out and grabbed Su Jingwen, only to find that she hadn't gone out at home today, and she was only wearing his large T-shirt on her upper body. She hadn't noticed it just now, but now she started playing a little bit, and she hid here and there. , Laughing so that the flower branches trembled, and the already wide neckline opened even more with a smile.

Zhou Sen, who was so close to Su Jingwen, could see everything at a glance.

Hey, sister Jingwen is playing in a vacuum today, Zhou Sen glanced at her, and she was happy.

Although the two of them would stay up late together every night to learn some important basic knowledge of human development and evolution, it was also easy to be inexplicably aroused in broad daylight.

Zhou Sen reached out to lift Su Jingwen from the sofa, and took her directly into the room.

It's an old routine.

But when it was past six o'clock this morning, the young couple had just studied for a while, Su Jingwen couldn't bear Zhou Sen who was like a cow, no, like a beast.

Before she could react, she was about to be hugged by Zhou Sen, and she was almost about to be hugged by the princess.

With a blushing face, she took out her cell phone from her pocket and yelled at Zhou Sen not to act rashly.

"Don't move! I want to talk about business! Talk about business!"

Zhou Sen saw that Su Jingwen was about to lie on the sofa, so he let go.

Su Jingwen hugged a pillow from the side, held it tightly in her arms, and continued talking while holding her mobile phone.

"Since you've made up your mind, I have to call Director Kenneth now and ask him to send the script to have a look, and then we can make a travel plan."

Seeing that Zhou Sen had calmed down, Su Jingwen sat down beside her obediently, and continued talking with a little complacency.

"Men, you should do more business instead of immersing yourself in extravagant pursuits. Didn't they say that women will only affect the speed at which men draw their swords."

In fact, Su Jingwen didn't know that she was an old woman who was going to be three years old, why falling in love with Zhou Sen would make her state seem to return to the state of a girl.

That kind of girlishness, that kind of youthful joy, that kind of relaxation without guard and pressure.

For the first time in many years, she felt like she was truly a girl, a carefree girl.

"Okay, you talk, you talk."

Zhou Sen anxiously waited for Su Jingwen to call Kenneth Lonergan.

This time, Su Jingwen turned on the speakerphone.

Zhou Sen can understand English, and his own English is not bad. There are no major problems in listening, speaking, and reading, but his pronunciation is more Chinese-style, and it does not have the authentic New York flavor of Su Jingwen.

He didn't care about it before, but he knew that if he really wanted to accept this movie this time, Su Jingwen had to tutor him in speaking English.

"Hey, has Zhou already thought about it?"

A cautious but cute little old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Sen looked again at the photo in the document Su Jingwen just gave him in disbelief.

This old man's voice really doesn't match his appearance.

"He has already thought about it. Now that he is by my side, I will ask him to explain his thoughts to you in person."

After Su Jingwen responded to Director Kenneth, she handed the phone slightly to Zhou Sen, and gave him a vicious look by the way.

Because she already felt that a big hand was playing tricks under her T-shirt, and felt the strange touch coming from her body, Su Jingwen asked Zhou Sen to talk to Kenneth directly.

"Yes, Director Kenneth, I am very glad to receive your invitation. If possible, I also hope to cooperate with you."

At Su Jingwen's signal, Zhou Sen took the phone, but his other hand did not stop.

"Oh Zhou, I'm so glad you're willing to work with me, I'm blown away by your performances in "Farewell My Concubine" and "Lost Orphans"! I can't imagine that I would be fascinated by a young Chinese actor like you .”

Kenneth's mouth was very sweet, and Zhou Sen almost lost his mind when he said these words.

"Director Kenneth, you are over-praising me. I am just a newbie in filmmaking."

Zhou Sen said modestly.

"If Cannes has the best newcomer award, maybe I can get another award."

His words sounded modest, but if he really wanted to be honest, he would be a bit crazy.

It's like showing your own value.

Director Kenneth didn't seem to care about Zhou Sen's small thoughts, perhaps because American cultural traditions are so assertive and confident, Zhou Sen's behavior is more in line with their cultural style.

"Let's talk about our script first."

Zhou Sen changed the subject. Instead of bragging about his achievements, he actually wanted to see directly what kind of surprises this director, who was nominated for Best Original Screenplay twice at the Oscars, could bring him.

"Okay, I'll send the script to Su by email now, but I have to give you a vaccination first."

Kenneth said with a smile.

"This is a script that is so sad that even your mother may not recognize you."

A strange-sounding adjective came out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)