The desperate director was scratching his head because he had never chosen a suitable heroine.
He didn't have much hope when he saw An Qing coming in.
He just glanced at her coldly and asked in stiff Chinese: "Do you want What role are you auditioning for?”
"Enbera" Anqing handed his audition card to the staff next to him, and then said very skillfully in a foreign language.
The pure voice made the desperate foreign director raise his head, but his expression still looked like he had no hope.
He waved his hand to signal the other side to start preparations, and then said: "Just perform a piece of Enberra."
Knowing that the male protagonist is a policeman, then make up your mind to die with him."
An Qing glanced at the director and slowly lowered her head.
When she raised her head again, her long hair was scattered on her face, her eyes became dark and hollow, and a desperate smile hung on the corner of her mouth: "You too If it’s fake, then what else is true?
Tell me, is it there?
Is it there in this world?”
An Qing stretched out his hand, as if touching someone’s cheek in the void.
The director's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to walk to An Qing's side, his expression sad but with a little hope: "As long as you listen to me, there will always be hope, everything will be fine, really believe me."
"Okay."
An Qing's fingers traced across the director's cheek, and then he chuckled, tears falling down his face as he smiled.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm still here, I've always been here."
An Qing looked so beautiful as she cried.
Tears fluttered down on her eyelashes, just like dewdrops falling in summer.
The director couldn't bear it, thinking He wanted to wipe away her tears, but he was pushed away by An Qing.
"I said before that I love Western cakes the most, and you always make them for me."
An Qing sat alone on a chair, gesturing with a non-existent Western cake, while shedding tears and making swallowing movements. .
"Don't be like this, I will do it for you in the future.
Nothing will change."
Seeing An Qing's look, the director felt as if something was being grabbed in his heart.
His heart felt cruel and uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but leave.
He went over and grabbed An Qing's hand.
"Is nothing going to change?
Is it true that nothing will change?"
An Qing took advantage of the situation to save her.
She leaned her cheek against his neck and murmured softly with sobs.
"I promise nothing will change, nothing will change."
The director felt a little depressed in his heart.
He kept promising, and he could no longer tell whether he was acting or if he was really the male protagonist.
"It won't change, it won't change, it's great."
An Qing suddenly grabbed the director's neck, and then kissed Yan Hong's lips.
The kiss was very intense.
An Qing's hands were behind the director's back, and he slowly kissed her.
He made a dagger motion.
The director's body stiffened slightly, but he did not hide.
He also smiled, brightly and without any pressure.
The sharp illusory dagger made a stabbing motion.
An Qing leaned hard against the director's chest, then tilted his neck back, and slowly made a motion of falling down with the other person: "In this way, you will There's no need to lie to me."
An Qing's eyes were full of smiles.
Different from the empty ones before, this time they were satisfied, a kind of satisfaction of getting what he wanted.
There was no sound in the entire audition room for a long time, until the director looked at An Qing with his hands on his chest and said excitedly: "What should I do, my angel, my Enbera, my heart keeps hurting?"
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"Do you need a dagger?"
An Qing replied with a bright smile, cheers spread in the audition room, and the girl No. 78 who had been waiting for An Qing to be kicked out of the audition room heard this voice, but her face changed.
Very strange: "I don't care what means you use, you must We can't let her act in this drama, you know, those grievances, if she gets up, we won't have a good life."
She muttered to the economist next to her with a hint of warning, turned around as if she was out of balance, deeply One step at a time and one step at a time, I got out of there. tgt ttrgt: