Not to taste

Since the day when he promised Xu Qichen to consider going to the audition, Xia Xiqing has had nightmares all night, dreaming of things that happened when he was a child. He thought that he had forgotten all the time in the past so many years.

But when the cold sweat spread, Xia Xiqing realized that he had never forgotten that these dark memories were dormant in a secret corner of his heart, waiting for the opportunity to surface and hit the nerves at all times.

Xia Xiqing hated her embarrassment, and even more hated herself, who was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to face her.

When I woke up, I couldn't sleep anymore. I turned on my phone at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night and refreshed my Moments. Unfortunately, the latest one was Zhou Ziheng's Moments posted at 2:45 am.

There is only one photo, his mosaic-deleted scripts and various notes, and a cup of coffee.

It's really hard.

Xia Xi counted a thumbs up and received news from Zhou Ziheng the next second.

[Moral Model: Why haven't you slept yet?]

[Terrorist: look at you.]

Holding his cell phone, Xia Xiqing looked at the ceiling and thought of the information he saw on the bay window of Zhou Ziheng's bedroom last time. It seems that he really wants to act in this drama well, so he put so much effort into it.

For some reason, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind. Zhou Ziheng, in a suit and tie, stood on the stage to receive the award, and he was also dressed in a pretty manner, sat in the audience and applauded him.

Xia Xiqing felt that she must be sick.

What if one of the main creators who celebrated him in the audience was someone else.

[Terrorist: What new people do you like? Send me a try.]

It was just a joke, but who would have thought that Zhou Ziheng actually sent him a few photos.

[Moral Model: All directors went to the film school to find them. Currently, they think these three are pretty good, they are pretty handsome, they are all professional, and their business abilities are OK.]

In fact, what Zhou Ziheng said was quite pertinent, "not bad", "very pretty", and "not bad". These descriptions are not enough [appreciation] in any case, and can only be considered above the passing line. But Xia Xiqing felt uncomfortable after reading it. He was used to finding reasons and attributed this emotional abnormality to his old habit of being too high.

But I didn't understand why he had to compare him with the three newcomers Zhou Ziheng said.

Perhaps it was because Xia Xiqing hadn’t responded for too long, so Zhou Ziheng posted another one.

[Moral Model: What's wrong, I suddenly asked this.]

[Terrorist: Just ask, see which newcomer is so lucky. He is with handsome guy Zhou for the first time.]

He clicked on the first picture and was a little boy who looked eighteen or nineteen years old. His facial features were pretty and white, and his skin looked very pure. The second picture was almost the same style, with longer hair.

The boy in the last picture is a little special, with light eyes, round eyes, slap faces, and brown hair. It is a type that girls will like now, cute and pure.

[Terrorist: The third child is very cute, I feel it matches you.]

When it was about to be sent, Xia Xiqing deleted the second half of the sentence, leaving only the first half of the sentence to praise.

Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply from Xia Xiqing's WeChat message. He hesitated whether to tell Xia Xiqing that he only wanted to act in this drama with him. He deleted and modified it for a few words, but he saw a new message sent by the other party.

The three words "child" almost touched his reverse scale in an instant, not to mention the following sentence "It's quite cute". He deleted the text he had edited before in one breath.

[Moral Model: What, what does it mean to your appetite?]

Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing. Why can't this guy know what he tastes until now? If he doesn't know, just look in the mirror.

He looked at the photo again, and the boy inside smiled brightly, and his eyes were very beautiful.

Like a little angel.

[Terrorist: Isn't this pure appearance your taste? I don't know if it's the same in appearance or not.]

Don't make it like me.

Zhou Ziheng was already angry, and even more angry when he saw this sentence. It turned out that Xia Xiqing always thought that he was fooling around with him because of his pure and beautiful face. He knew from the beginning who Xia Xiqing was, and it was not because of his face. He didn't know whether it was anger or something, so Zhou Ziheng finally typed a few words and turned off his phone.

[Moral Model: Yes, it's my taste.]

Xia Xiqing saw this WeChat and sat up directly from the bed.

When did Xia Xiqing come and go to others when he summoned him? I don’t know how many people were waiting for him. Zhou Ziheng actually dared to say in front of him that other men were his taste. These days really gave him a face.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more confused, and the more I felt that I was cowardly. I sat up and smoked a cigarette. Xu Qichen didn't dare to answer Xu Qichen's notebook, and now I was still compared by such a yellow-haired boy who had not grown up.

What is your taste? I won't let you play with your taste.

With this not very positive attitude, two days later, Xia Xiqing finally agreed to Xu Qichen's audition. Xu Qichen on the phone was surprised, "I thought you were thinking about it and fooling me, but I didn't expect you to really come."

In fact, it was really a fool, if it weren't for being angry with Zhou Ziheng.

"Well, send me the time and place."

"Hmm? Didn't Ziheng tell you? It's tonight."

"Tonight?" Xia Xiqing didn't hold back, and after saying it, he felt a little regretful. He hadn't talked to Zhou Ziheng again that night. Even if he lived in the opposite door, no one would contact anyone. He didn't know that the audition for the second male lead was scheduled tonight.

"Well, I'll send you the address at 7:30 tonight. If you come here, don't drive, just take a taxi and I'll wait for you downstairs. There are many reporters nearby."

Xia Xiqing nodded and hung up the phone to find that it was already seven o'clock. He was too lazy to clean up, so he went out in the black one-piece uniform that he was drawing at home. While sitting in the taxi, Xia Xiqing saw himself in the rearview mirror, and his hair was a little messy, so he used the hair ring to tie the ends of his hair on the back of his head.

As soon as he finished his prick, he was stunned for a moment. What was he doing when he was rushing to do this? It seemed like he wanted to act with him.

No, I don’t want him to succeed. When Xia Xiqing remembered the incident early that morning, she became angry.

The taxi driver sitting in front glanced at him for several times, hesitated for a long time before speaking, "You, are you that star?"

When he met a stranger, Xia Xiqing habitually used his trump card of smirking that he had been traveling around the world for twenty-five years, "You admit your mistake."

"No, my sister's mobile screensaver is you." The driver looked only twenty or thirty years old. "It's you and that actor, that... Zhou Ziheng, yes, a photo of you two." He glanced at him again, "You and I will definitely not admit your mistake. You have long hair and moles on your nose. My sister likes you very much."

For some reason, Xia Xiqing felt a little proud.

When he got off the car, the driver held his cell phone and stretched out of the window, wanting to take a photo of him, but Xia Xiqing didn't stop him when he saw it. Who told her that her sister was a self-study girl?

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that the pleasure brought by the fact that the fanaticism brought by the fact that it was actually two-way.

As soon as he got off the car, he saw Xu Qichen at the entrance of the hotel. He wore a pair of glasses today and looked even more student-like than usual. Xia Xiqing trotted two steps to him.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No." Xu Qichen pushed his glasses and said to him with a smile, "You ran those two steps just now, quite handsome."

"I just realized that you, Brother Xiqing, are handsome now." Xia Xiqing tilted the corner of her mouth in a rude manner, and unconsciously put her hand on Xu Qichen's shoulder, "Why don't you throw me away from Xia Zhixu and brother."

Xu Qichen said nothing, just smiled, and the two of them went upstairs. While taking the elevator, he roughly told Xia Xiqing about the audition situation and handed him the script in his hand. The folded page was the part he needed to prepare.

"How many people came today?"

"If you add one, you will be four."

Xia Xiqing said oh, thinking about the photos Zhou Ziheng sent him before, he guessed that they were the three newcomers, "Are there no other actors here?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "We have already met the rest of the game. Director Kun is not particularly satisfied, let's talk about it," Xu Qichen's voice lowered a little, "This drama is not a big production, nor does it have a halo of famous directors. Many popular young actors are unwilling to act."

That's right. In fact, Xia Xiqing has always felt that Director Kun hopes that he can star in the role. On the one hand, there must be something he thinks he is very similar to Jiang Tong, but it is not ruled out that the combination of him and Zhou Ziheng is full of popularity. After all, for a director who has always made niche movies, it is also very important for more people to see his works.

It’s like an artist who claims to be unique, but it’s true that no one wants his works to be widely known. No matter how valuable things that are not discovered are, they cannot be shined.

"I've tried two actors just now." Xu Qichen pushed open the door of the audition room, "Now everyone is resting and discussing, you can read the script, and the next one is you."

Xia Xijing nodded.

Xu Qichen pulled his wide work pants, and there were paints stained with paintings on his head. He couldn't help but smile, "You are dressing very casually today."

He looked down and Xia Xiqing smiled indifferently, "Aren't you going to play autistic youth? Autistic youth don't dress up." They entered the back door. The room was quite large, and there was a piece of empty space in front of them, and the camera was shining. A man wearing a baseball cap was sitting in front and talking to a man in a suit beside him. Xia Xiqing guessed that the simple dress was the director Kun they said.

What surprised him was that there was a little girl sitting next to him. Whose child was it? Or a little actor.

It happened that the two of them ended the conversation. Director Kun looked back and saw Xia Xiqing suddenly, with a little surprised expression.

Xia Xiqing politely smiled at him.

"I'll go ahead first." Xu Qichen patted his shoulder and walked to the director's side to sit down.

Xia Xiqing nodded, then sat in the corner and looked through the script in his hand. The folded part was a small outbreak. Jiang Tong returned home from the hospital and saw a family in the corridor abuse a little girl. This family had been living downstairs in his house for two years. It was common for him to beat the child if there was any trouble.

But today, Jiang Tong just came back from the hospital and felt chill all over. A girl cried hoarsely from his hearing aid. Thinking of herself before, he knocked on the door, and went from knocking on the door to smashing the door until the little girl's father opened the door. He stepped forward and hugged the child who was abused and let the other party beat him, but he didn't let go, and even the hearing aid was abolished.

It was not until Gao Kun passed by when he came back that he saved him.

As soon as he got started, it was such a strong climax scene. Xia Xiqing felt it was a bit difficult. Fortunately, Jiang Tong was a hearing-impaired person with almost no lines and no additional tasks to memorize lines.

For some reason, just looking at the simplest description in the script, Xia Xiqing felt a little breathless. He tried to calm down and try to calm down.

One advantage of drawing since childhood is that he can build a concrete scene in his mind at all times, and it is not difficult to restore the situation in the script.

The difficulty is whether he can let go, or whether he dares to let go.

"Xu Zixi."

He raised his head and saw a young man sitting beside him responding and walked to the front.

"Hello everyone, I am Xu Zixi, a third-year undergraduate student in the xx Film Academy."

Junior year? He is really a real peer with Zhou Ziheng. The distance is a bit far, Xia Xiqing narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. Isn’t this the boy Zhou Ziheng said that “to his taste”? The real person is better than the photos, well-behaved and delicate, not particularly tall, and his voice is quite tender.

Xia Xiqing watched Xu Zixi walk out of the room, and it seemed that she was about to start acting by knocking on the door.

"Are you ready?" Director Kun asked.

"It's OK." Xu Zixi responded at the door. After half a minute, he heard the sound of him knocking on the door. He was weak at first, without much strength, and the sound was not loud. After a while, no one responded. His movements became louder and louder, and the knocking on the door became louder and louder, mixed with a few "ahhh" shouts, acting like a deaf and mute person.
To be continued...