wind blowing

Fu Fenglan smiled very gracefully: "I'll give you another hundred, and you must wear your clothes well. I'm afraid I can't bear the benefits."

Someone laughed softly.

Qiu Mingyang raised his forehead: "I repeat, the first interview is a solo performance. Mr. Fu is the examiner, not your performance prop. You can have conversations, but don't touch him during the performance, ok?"

He shook his head: "Next, Lorraine."

The boy named Lorraine was white and thin, with some feminine features.

Under the gaze of everyone, he was a little shy, his body was restrained, and he couldn't let go.

Fu Fenglan discussed with Qiu Mingyang in a low voice, and said: "How about this, the interview location will be changed to the study, and I will go in one by one later, and I will interview alone. I hope your performance can be as relaxed as possible."

Fu Fenglan entered the study, and Luo Lan followed him in.

After a while, Yurunzhuyuan's singing came from the room: "The pheasant faces the scorpion, the clear frost, the lonely flying, Wushuang, the widowed Yin, the Shaoyang, the widow, the wandering..."

A knowledgeable person was shocked: "This kid can sing Kunqu opera?"

"What?"

"The aria of "Jade Hairpin" was a minor in college, but it was too difficult so I didn't learn it," the boy said with admiration, "Listening to this skill, at least you have to learn it when you are seven or eight years old, let's do an interview. "

Male actors and male actors, singers are actors, and having opera skills is equivalent to winning more than half of the battle.

Everyone suddenly turned pale.

Jing Yu's expression was not good either.

He glared at Qiu Mingyang.

It means that you deliberately picked someone with such a strong strength to play with me?

Qiu Mingyang was in a state of distress.

This boy surnamed Luo has not been in the company for a week, and he has been silent. He thought it was a little boy who was stuffed in by a related party, so he called him by the way. Who would have thought that he was a hidden master.

Qiu Mingyang had no choice but to pretend to look down at the script.

Turning left and right, I'm so busy.

Lorraine stayed there for nearly half an hour. When he came out, his face was flushed. It seemed that the interview went well.

The few remaining people knew that the defeat was a foregone conclusion, and lost their energy, they went in and out hastily, and the average interview time was less than 10 minutes.

The last interview was Jing Yu.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

The study room is very large, with bookcases on both sides, and a bohemian-style light-orange long carpet on the floor, with a large open space in the middle.

Fu Fenglan was sitting on the sofa, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black suit, his temples were neatly combed back, his long legs were elegantly folded, and his front was facing the open space.

He has no foreign ancestry, but he is a mixed race with thick face and sharp eyes.

Because of work, she wears silver-rimmed square glasses, M-shaped thin lips are habitually slightly pursed, and her facial features are three-dimensional like ancient Greek stone carvings. She is almost 30 years old and her eyes are still bright.

Quite abstinent, quite...gentle scum.

Jing Yu was a little dumbfounded.

In the past, I watched videos and pictures, and occasionally there were work photos sent by Qiu Mingyang.

When I first saw it a few days ago, there was a lot of chaos, so I didn't have time to take a closer look.

Today, Fu Fenglan changed casually from an ordinary social animal to a star-spangled handsome guy in an instant.

It turns out that real people are so good-looking.

The legs are so long.

Such a good figure.

The temperament is so... the flower of Gaoling.

Jing Yu finally understood what the internet said about "killing people with five sense organs".

If the facial features were lethal, he would have died [-] times under Fu Fenglan's butcher's knife.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Fu Fenglan reminded: "It's time to start."

Jing Yu came back to her senses: "I must first... apologize to you."

Fu Fenglan raised his eyebrows.

"What happened in the morning a few days ago was my mistake. I am an art school student of the company's outsourcing agency. I was tricked into signing a contract. The person who took me sometimes took on annoying jobs for me. I thought it was the same this time, so I thought This time I have to reject it, that’s why I broke down like this,” Jing Yu made up nonsense, “I was too impulsive, I’m really sorry, please give me another chance for an interview.”

Jingyu's cheap polo shirts and washed jeans lend a lot of credibility to the story.

"Art school student? Still underage?"

"As an adult, studying art is too expensive, and I can't make up the tuition fees, so I want to work for a few years first, and make up the tuition fees before I can go to university."

"How long was the contract signed?"

"Five years, if you break the contract, you will have to pay liquidated damages," Jing Yu scratched at the hem of her clothes, "I... can't afford it."

He lowered his head as he spoke, as if he was strong enough to cover up his pain after being beaten by the society.

Fu Fenglan frowned slightly.

He had heard about art training institutions cheating students with arbitrary fees, but he didn't expect it to be this serious.

Now the children who enter the industry are getting younger and younger, and they are already considered old.

What's more, it's still five years, and the golden period of the actor's career has just begun.

He was noncommittal, and said to Jing Yu: "Let's start."

Jing Yu put it away when she saw it was good, sorted out her thoughts, and looked around.

On the tea table beside Fu Fenglan was a box of Marlboro and a lighter in the shape of a white peacock.

Jing Yu imitated the figure of an actor in a film and television drama, walked over gracefully, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and handed it to Fu Fenglan's lips.

Fu Fenglan also cooperated and opened his mouth to accept.

Jing Yu leaned slightly, leaned forward, and lit a cigarette for him.

"The cigars brought back from the West smell different."

Fu Fenglan understood, pinched the cigarette away with his fingers, and said, "You can smell this too?"

"I know a lot," Jing Yu said. "Before the Anti-Japanese War, I was studying with young masters and ladies in Shenfu Liyuan. The old master liked me and treated me as his own grandson. They brought me a copy."

"What do you bring?"

"Dioramas, small pocket watches, wine..." Jing Yu pretended to be indifferent, "It's not interesting to see bits and pieces, just look fresh."

In just a few words, the image of an actor with a high heart and a good face is outlined.

Fu Fenglan became a little interested, but he didn't expect the kid to have two brushes.

"What else do you know?"

Jing Yu became slightly nervous. He knew that the next step would be what the acting teacher called "dramatic eyes", which is the key to determining whether a scene can catch people's hearts.

He stretched out two fingers to grab the cigarette in Fu Fenglan's hand.

Fu Fenglan was a little surprised, but he still let go of his fingers, and looked at him with interest, to see what else he could come up with.

Jing Yu held the cigarette between her arms, turned the end that Fu Fenglan had just bitten towards her, and leaned towards her.

Slightly wet, collapsed cigarette holder.

It also smelled of mint toothpaste in Fu Fenglan's mouth.

Jing Yu stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it.

Then he sipped it.

He took a big breath.

His idea was to take a big puff like the girl from the Republic of China in the movie, and then spray it on Fu Fenglan's face in a charming way.

It's a little cheating.

Qiu Mingyang said that physical contact is not allowed, but it is difficult to knock out sparks without touching.

If you smoke cigarettes, you can both tease and avoid physical contact.

Although Jing Yu has no acting experience, she has a quick brain.

It is also the same when studying and taking exams. With my cleverness, I can always think of the best shortcut to cheat on the edge of cheating.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

The scene that should have been quite erotic in the imagination, but encountered Waterloo.

Jing Yu had never smoked before, so she accidentally smoked too hard, and all the smoke went down her throat.

The hot smoke filled the throat in an instant, as if on fire, with a spicy suffocation.

Jing Yu was dumbfounded.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

He was so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't stop crying, so he could only subconsciously grasp the things in front of him.

His face turned to the side and he coughed fiercely, tears and saliva flew together, as embarrassing as he could be.

A gentle pat on the back comforted him.

Jing Yu coughed for more than three minutes before she managed to recover.

Then suddenly found out.

Yourself.

like.

sit.

On Fu Fenglan's lap.

His thighs are strong, flexible, and explosive.

Waist seems.

He was also gently surrounded by Fu Fenglan.

Jing Yu wiped away the tears and saliva on her face in embarrassment, and raised her head.

He and Fu Fenglan looked at each other eye to eye.

Four eyes facing each other.

The two were silent.

Jing Yu's mind was spinning wildly.

Thinking, fuck me.

How can I make Fu Fenglan lose his memory, let him forget his stupid look of tears!

What Fu Fenglan saw was Jing Yu's red eyes and teary eyes.

With a disheveled neckline, he lay on top of him in embarrassment, not daring to move.

Like a little rabbit who has been bullied hard.

Poor and cute.

It's very... sadistic.

Fu Fenglan protected the child's self-esteem and did not tease him.

He bent his mouth, pulled out a tissue, and wiped Jing Yu's face.

After wiping the corner of his mouth, the door suddenly opened.

Qiu Mingyang rushed in: "I heard someone coughing, it's from..."

He looked at Jing Yu who was sitting on Fu Fenglan's lap in shock.

Jing Yu was almost dying of embarrassment, and she didn't want anyone to see her embarrassing appearance of tear incontinence, so she hid her face on Fu Fenglan's shoulder again.

Fu Fenglan understood, wrapped his arms around his waist, and patted his back comfortingly.

He said to Qiu Mingyang: "It's okay, I made an extra test question temporarily."

Qiu Mingyang: "..."

"do you have any opinion?"

Qiu Mingyang: "...don't dare."

Not that I have an opinion.

I'm afraid the boss will have an opinion!

Qiu Mingyang swallowed his words, backed out, kicked out all the poking children, and closed the door again.

The door clicked shut.

Fu Fenglan patted Jing Yu's shoulder: "I'm gone, I'm fine."

Jing Yu straightened up, her throat was still a little hot.

His eyes were red, he wiped his face indiscriminately, and got off Fu Fenglan: "...Thank you."

"It's ok."

Fu Fenglan said lightly.

He tidied up his clothes.

Jing Yu's tears were stained on the suit, as well as dark traces of saliva.

Jing Yu was a little embarrassed: "I'll take you to the dry cleaner..."

"It's okay," Fu Fenglan took off his coat quickly, leaving only the long-sleeved white shirt inside, and said, "Let's go out together, I can announce the result."