Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

"Mr. Si, Mr. Yue, Director Fang is meeting guests in the study, please wait a moment, both of you."

After leading him to the reception room, Xiao Yang explained with an apologetic face that he was not very old, he behaved decently and talked politely, received people and things well and properly, and looked more like he had received professional training.

Yue Ci propped his jaw with one hand, looked at his handsome face with great interest, and had the subtle feeling of seeing the young version of Secretary Yang.

Secretary Yang's full name is Yang Tao, Qi Yinian's right-hand man, he is thoughtful and tactful in his work, and he is as caring as a roundworm in the boss's stomach.

Xiao Yang, Fang Zhonggui's assistant, is far from reaching that level, but he already has this intention.

Not long after, a slender and clean hand pushed the door in, and the clear voice was like a stream hitting a cool stone: "Sorry, you two have been waiting for a long time."

The man has a handsome face and a smile on his lips. He is dressed in white casual clothes to complement his slender figure.

Only a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, seemingly warm but desolate and alienated.

Siming Xiu got up, with a smile on his lips: "Director Fang, long time no see."

"Mr. Si." Fang Zhonggui nodded slightly, recognizing the other party's identity.

They have worked together before, and Si Mingxiu's outstanding appearance, which is not inferior to celebrities and superstars, is really impressive.

Standing together, the two had the same outstanding appearance, but their temperaments were completely different.

Si Mingxiu is cold and abstinent, his eyes are aggressive, and he looks at everyone and everything in his eyes, completely dividing the world into two categories: useful and useless;

Fang Zhonggui, on the other hand, seems to be gentle and refined, introverted and low-key, but no one has ever really caught his eyes. His pair of black eyes are isolated from the world, and he seals himself in a field that others cannot touch. Another meaning is superior.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they directly cut into the topic.

Fang Zhonggui didn't ask such boring questions as "What do you think of Emperor Chu Ming" or "How would you play the role of Emperor Chu Ming?" He just stated a fact concisely and clearly, but hit the point:

"The whole play begins with Ming Emperor Chu Yuan being the prince, who was murdered by the enemy at the age of 16 and was exiled by his father. The filming continued until Chu Yuan died at the age of 70. I only need one actor to act from the beginning to the end of the whole process."

The implication is that regardless of whether the young Emperor Ming or the old Emperor Ming must be played by one person, and there will be no substitute under any circumstances.

This is undoubtedly a very harsh condition. The state of the old Emperor Ming can be made up with makeup, but it is difficult for a 23-year-old youth to play a 16-year-old boy.

Yue Ci could feel that under Fang Zhonggui's seemingly gentle attitude, when he was looking at him with a pair of black eyes, there was a hidden critical scrutiny.

However, this attitude is not offensive, but instead arouses Yue Ci's interest.

The more dedicated and artistic the director is, the harsher he will be to the artists. If he has a mediocre attitude, he will be more disappointed.

He never cooperates with mediocrity, and Fang Zhonggui must be the same.

Yue Ci met those black eyes, and without waiting for the manager to speak, he responded firmly: "Yes, I have no problem."

Seeing his natural attitude, a subtle emotion flashed in Fang Zhonggui's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Then let me see how you did it."

Saying this, he raised his chin slightly and pointed to the script on the table, "You should have read the script, just pick a paragraph and let me watch your play."

There is no specific scene, and the degree of freedom is high, but it is actually the most difficult, because it is impossible to judge Fang Zhonggui's preference.

Si Mingxiu looked at his smiling face, then turned to look at Yue Ci's calm attitude, his eyes darkened: This audition was very difficult, and Yue Ci suffered a lot.

But it was a good opportunity, and he also wanted to find out how big this young man's potential was, and whether it was worth his efforts to cultivate.

The more he resigned, he glanced at the script on the table but did not pick it up. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and his body stood up without hesitation.

There is no need to choose, just the first act in the script is enough, because what he wants to show is acting, not plot.

The plot of the first act is very simple. The young Chu Yuan grew up under the doting of his father, queen and concubine, and he developed a casual and domineering character. The first stumbling block in the struggle for succession.

While having fun in Chuyuan, the eunuchs in the palace of the mother and concubine came to report in a hurry: there were rebels in the palace, they failed to assassinate His Majesty, and fled into the harem.

Chu Yuan was furious, and went to the imperial concubine's palace, but fell into the scheme of the enemy, resulting in his mother being thrown into the cold palace, and himself being rejected by his father.

There was no transition for a minute or a second, the moment the corners of the young man's lips were raised, a breath of recklessness was revealed, and the whole face was suddenly lively and ostentatious-he had already entered the drama.

No longer a calm and gentle young man, his eyebrows are raised and his eyes are smart and sly, his temperament has changed suddenly, and the unique vitality of a teenager is fully displayed.

He tilted his head slightly, squinting at Fang Zhonggui on the sofa with peach blossom eyes, with a disdainful attitude and a sharp "hum" from his throat, he asked, "What did you say?"

One action, one sentence, full of youthful feeling.

He didn't wait for Fang Zhonggui's response, but he wanted to hear something, his pretty brows were tightly knit together, his face was filled with impatience and a faint hostility, he waved his big hand casually by his side, and the floor lamp fell to the ground in response.

"boom--"

The lamp shattered, but no one made a sound. Everyone's eyes were focused on Yueci's face without taking their eyes off it.

"He dares!" The hesitation on Yue Ci's face has not faded, but it has turned into cold anger: "I want to see who gave him the courage to search the bedroom of a noble concubine!"

The indifference in Fang Zhonggui's eyes faded, and treacherous emotions were quietly surging. Years of forbearance allowed him to restrain his emotions well, so as not to show a gaffe.

Like, but not like.

But it was too late to be disappointed, Yueci's natural acting skills had completely caught his attention, so amazing that he couldn't take his eyes off at all.

The flames of anger in the boy's eyes turned into astonishment when he saw the scene in the palace.

His body was straight and stiff, and he couldn't even move. His eyes were fixed on the air, but people couldn't help but think of what he saw.

The mother and concubine fell to the ground with disheveled clothes, and the father's face was ashen and furious.

The court ladies and eunuchs around were trembling and did not dare to say a word, the eyes of several well-dressed concubines showed strong gloating, and the eyes of the brothers in the past were extremely vicious.

He heard his father say: "Drag it out, throw it into the cold palace, and die without taking a single step!"

The young man stared blankly at his father's extremely cold face, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Yueci's eyes were wide open, and his stunned expression was extremely impactful. He didn't need a narration, let alone read the script. Everyone took a deep breath unconsciously, waiting for the next climax.

……

"Third Master."

Mr. Fu waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to keep silent.

He sat leisurely on the sofa chair, with his right leg pressed against his left leg, his clear eyes indifferently looked at the monitoring screen in front of him, under the high-definition equipment, the situation in the reception room, Yue Ci's every move, raising his hands and feet Every detail is in sight.

He watched Yueci's demeanor gradually turn from sluggishness to sobriety, Qinglian's peach blossom eyes burst out with bloody despair, and his pale thin lips let out a sharp and collapsing cry, which was clearly transmitted from the sound system next to the monitor to ear:

"--Do not!!"

"Father and Emperor Mingjian, mother and concubine, mother and concubine are loyal to you, this is all framed!... framed!"

He knelt on the ground, his thin back trembling slightly. Although he couldn't see his appearance at this time, he could still guess his tearful and desperate expression.

Not long after, he raised his head, his eyes were already infected by darkness, and he looked around one by one with deep hatred, as if he wanted to remember the triumphant appearance of every enemy at this time.

Third Master Fu narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's interesting."

At this moment, Yue Ci, who was supposed to call a curtain call, suddenly raised his head and glanced at him without showing any trace.

This glance, passing through the monitoring screen, seemed to be looking directly at him.

The clear peach blossom eyes are full of provocation and teasing, the thin lips are raised, and the mouth shape clearly says: Have you seen enough, baby.

The butler was taken aback, stepped forward and pointed at the screen, momentarily speechless: "This..."

Mr. Fu's heart moved slightly, and he stopped playing with his fingers. He was laughing, and his low and deep voice rarely revealed real joy.

"He sensed that I was looking at him, very sharp little guy."