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"...Then what should we do next?" Su Xiaojun, who was really angry in his heart, tried his best to calm down, and then looked at Wang Qing and asked.

Although the current situation has become like this, this role must still be filled with someone else, otherwise the other actors have already been notified, and everyone else has a schedule, how can I choose a role for a role? Problems and easily delay the start-up time?

Totally unrealistic thing.

Hearing Su Xiaojun's question, Wang Qing also took a deep breath and stood up.

"Put up an announcement outside, saying that we will hold an open casting call here to choose the leading actor."

Su Xiaojun was taken aback when he heard Wang Qing's words, and then his face was suddenly full of anxiety.

Even if you don't have time, you can't go to the doctor in an emergency!

"Mr. Wang, if the announcement is posted outside, all the good and bad people will come in. Isn't this a waste of time?"

Although the Huairou film and television base is the largest film and television base in Yanjing, there are many actors who come and go every day, but the quality is really not guaranteed at all, and this is to choose a male lead, not to choose one who has no shots extras!

"Relax, I'm not crazy yet. When you edited the announcement, in addition to the basic requirements of the role, you added three more conditions to me."

Wang Qing completely returned to his usual state.

Since those who value profit are unwilling to waste time with him, it is estimated that the result of him looking for other actors with some strength is the same.

Then, he simply didn't look for people who had already entered the circle. In such a big film and television city, he didn't believe that no one could satisfy him!

Even if gold can be found in the sea, he doesn't believe that Wang Qing's luck is so bad.

"What conditions?" Su Xiaojun looked at Wang Qing.

Wang Qing clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "No pay, no substitute, no future."

Su Xiaojun's eyes were complicated when he heard Wang Qing's words.

Just because there is no remuneration, it is estimated that 80.00% of people will be blocked from trying, and then there are two conditions: no substitute and no future. Although Su Xiaojun can't imagine what the consequences of doing this will be, but there is no a good result.

Such an announcement... can it really attract people?Su Xiaojun didn't know.

"Teacher..." Su Xiaojun still opened his mouth, his face full of hesitation.

"Let's do it!" Wang Qing didn't wait for him to finish, "The casting time is set to start at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"……it is good."

Glancing at Wang Qing, Su Xiaojun knew that his teacher had made up his mind, so he stopped talking nonsense and turned around to leave.

But Wang Qing stood where he was.

Without pay, naturally there is no benefit, he wants to find someone who obeys his heart; without a substitute, naturally there is no luck, he wants to find someone who can be ruthless; without a future, naturally there is no expectation, he Looking for someone who is desperate!

Only under such conditions is it possible for him to find a satisfactory actor like a needle in a haystack.

In his crew, there is no need for people who fish in troubled waters, nor do they need people who don't even believe in themselves.

……

……

The situation outside Luo Yang is temporarily unknown. On the afternoon of June [-]th, Luo Yang started the interview and experience activities scheduled for today.

Opposite him, sitting was a girl in a blue and white striped hospital gown.

Her long black hair is neatly combed, her clothes are neat, and she sits well. Even though she is in such a simple and even dim room, she still maintains the perfect ladylike etiquette.

The appearance is actually not particularly beautiful, but it makes people look very comfortable, with a particularly elegant temperament.

"Hi, I'm Luo Yang." Luo Yang introduced himself as usual.

"Hi, I'm Wen Jing." The girl sitting opposite smiled, looking very gentle, "I have read your poems and listened to your songs, they are very good, I am very glad to be able to See you here."

There was light in the girl's eyes, as if she had seen something that pleased her.

"Thank you." Luo Yang smiled gently at the man when he heard the words.

Although the patient's movement is strictly restricted here, it is only done to some patients who have had very bad behaviors, like ordinary patients who are not too threatening or have their own consciousness. Will still provide some help.

Let them understand the outside world like normal people, instead of being locked up here for unnecessary treatment.

"Can you tell me why you keep looking at me?"

From the moment he entered the door, Luo Yang noticed that the girl's eyes were fixed on him all the time, without any diversion. Moreover, Luo Yang felt that his eyes were always full of joy when looking at him.

This made him a little puzzled. You must know that Luo Yang had interviewed several patients before, and they looked at him with vigilance or playfulness. Anyway, none of them looked at him with joy.

Wen Jing glanced at Luo Yang who was sitting opposite, and still smiled happily.

"Because you look good."

"Looks good?"

"Well, it looks good, it makes people look very comfortable, and it won't make me feel awkward." Seemingly hearing the doubts in Luo Yang's words, Wen Jing nodded seriously and explained.

"Then it will feel awkward to see other people?" Luo Yang grasped a point in Wen Jing's words.

"Yeah." Wen Jing nodded without denying, "Some people look very strange and look very uncomfortable."

"Then can you describe in words how strange they are?" Luo Yang wanted to know what kind of world this girl saw.

Hearing Luo Yang's question, Wen Jing supported her chin with her hand, then frowned and thought for a long time.

Luo Yang didn't bother him either, just quietly waiting for someone's answer.

Then, I heard the girl named Wen Jing on the opposite side suddenly look at him and ask seriously: "Have you ever seen that kind of abstract body painting?"

"Abstract body painting?" Luo Yang thought for a while, "Are you talking about the one similar to the one in "The Scream"?"

"Scream" is an expressionist painting. The main figure in the painting is a distorted cry, with empty eyes, wide mouth, and completely distorted posture.

The figure in this painting is such an image.

"Yes, that's the one. It looks like the face and body are distorted, like watching a ghost movie, but it's ugly." Wen Jing curled her lips in disgust, and then said helplessly, " They are always around me, haunting me."

"Are most of them like this?" Luo Yang asked after a pause.

If most people looked like this in this girl's eyes, Luo Yang couldn't imagine what kind of environment she lived in.

"Well, most of them look like this."

To Luo Yang's surprise, the girl named Wen Jing was unexpectedly calm, and she didn't feel much fear when talking about this issue.

"Aren't you afraid?" Luo Yang looked at the girl and asked.

"I was scared at the beginning, but after seeing more, I don't feel much." Wen Jing looked at Luo Yang who was sitting opposite, and said lightly.

Looking at the extremely calm Wen Jing opposite, Luo Yang didn't know what to say for a moment.

Luo Yang believes that the world in this girl's eyes must not be very beautiful, but in her eyes, this kind of unhappiness has become a normal phenomenon.

And especially for her phenomenon, it is completely impossible to check out what kind of problem there is. In other words, her whole life may be accompanied by this distortion of other people's image.

It's a little distressing.

"In your eyes, what does a good-looking person look like?"

"Looking good is naturally undistorted, the nose is the nose, and the eyes are the eyes."

"According to this, these things don't actually have much influence on you, so why are you still here?"

Luo Yang felt that if she had already adapted to such a situation, and could clearly recognize this gap, then she would not need to stay here, and she could completely hide herself and treat herself as a normal person. people, and live their own lives.

"Because I can't tolerate that twisted existence."

Wen Jing was still smiling, but Luo Yang was taken aback by her answer.

Faintly, he felt that what Wen Jing was going to say next might refresh his conception, and he had encountered this phenomenon in previous interviews.

They... always give him a big "surprise".

"you……"

"I have tried to correct the distorted phenomenon in front of me."

Luo Yang opened his mouth, but he was directly interrupted at the moment of opening, so all his attention was shifted to Wen Jing.

I only heard people talking quickly.

"One night, when I came home from school, a man wearing a hat appeared in front of me. He was the ugliest man I had ever seen. His facial features were crowded together to form a small black spot, embedded On it, the mung bean-sized eyes kept turning, and his crowded mouth was also split, it was really a terrible face, ugly as if it was a huge injustice."

"I wanted to avoid him, but he stopped me and kept saying dirty words with his cracked mouth. At that time, I only felt cold hands and feet. I held back my nausea and let him let me go. Open, but he still keeps grinning his bad mouth, you can hardly imagine what kind of picture it is."

"That was a torture for me. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I turned around and left, but he grabbed my shoulder with his rotten hand, and with his rotten... A hand full of worms came to touch my shoulder..."

A horrified expression appeared on Wen Jing's face, as if the scene at that time had reappeared in front of her eyes, and her whole body's emotions gradually became agitated, faintly out of control.

Luo Yang was on guard secretly, ready to call Sheng Wen from outside the door to come in at any time.

From so many previous interviews, he deeply felt the cruelty of mental patients in this world. Even if a patient looks normal in the early stage, he is very likely to lose control in an instant.

Before, Luo Yang had the experience of being directly attacked. He still can't forget the hideous appearance of the 80-year-old man, who locked his neck with a smile. He never wanted to experience the feeling of suffocation. It's the second time.

It was even darker than his experience of jumping off a building.

But just when Luo Yang was about to call someone without changing his expression, Wen Jing's mood calmed down strangely.

She returned to the situation when Luo Yang first saw her, with her eyebrows bent and a faint smile.

"You know? I really can't stand him anymore, I really can't help it, I want to go, but he stretches out his hand to pull me, I don't want him to touch me, but he holds me tightly Me, I can't struggle."

"So, I took a pen out of my pocket."

"The pen was my father's birthday present to me. I kept it on me all the time. I yelled to let him go, but he still grabbed me and pulled me into the alley where there was no one. ..."

"...So I stuck the pen on his face that was twisted into a black spot, and I stabbed it hard. It was really only a stab, but he fell to the ground and didn't move."

"The next day, the police came to my house. They took my pen and arrested me. They said I killed someone, and then I came here."

Luo Yang straightened his body, looked at Wen Jing with a smile on his face, and remained silent for a while.

According to the girl in front of him, how could he still not know what happened? This incident itself is not a good thing, and that extremely twisted person is obviously not a good person.

However, the world in Wen Jing's eyes is different from others, so her focus is naturally different from others.

"It's him who hurt you, you're just defending yourself, it's not your fault." Luo Yang said softly, trying to comfort the other party in words to prevent unexpected situations.

"It wasn't my fault?" Wen Jing smiled uncharacteristically when she heard Luo Yang's words, "Do you know what happened after this happened?"

Luo Yang pursed his lips and didn't speak, just looked at the sad appearance of the other party with tears welling up in his eyes, but stubbornly not letting them fall.