After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

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Until the end of the audition, Xie Ning still stared at Sheng Shisong with bright eyes, completely ignoring the darkened face of Zhuang Yan next to him.

The meaning of Xie Ning's eyes could not be clearer to him.

Many directors basically have this look when they meet actors who make themselves full of inspiration.

There are even directors who have created a script specifically for the actors.

When it comes to an artist, that is the look in the eyes of the muse.

The light of creation, the source of inspiration.

Zhuang Yan expressed his dissatisfaction.

Generally speaking, only a short period of audition is enough.

But at best, Song was the person that Wenxin pushed.

When the peak season Song finished all the clips, the surrounding applause was very appropriate.

In the prime of the time, the play is fast, and the play is fast. When the performance is over, he puts away the sloppy temperament and puts a gentle smile on his face.

Xie Ning looked at the novelty, but couldn't help but glance again.

His mind is full of inspiration now, if it weren't for too many people, he would like to fly back to the computer and draw it right away.

Everyone was very satisfied with Sheng Shisong's performance, only Zhuang Yan snorted.

In the prime of time, Song asked very gracefully: "What does Director Zhuang mean...?"

Zhuang Yan pondered for a while: "I have to think about it again."

The people all over the room looked over, even Xie Ning's eyes widened.

This is not satisfactory, it is so demanding.

Fortunately, Zhao Yang knew what kind of temperament he was, and he had a picky eye. He pulled his sleeves and asked, "Why are you still not satisfied?"

Zhuang Yan replied leisurely: "Skills are enough, but feelings are not enough. Relying on a few small movements to support the character, the eyes are not enough."

He didn't deliberately make things difficult in the prime of time.

Sheng Shisong's performance method is a typical method, in terms of emotion and experience, it will definitely not reach the standard that Zhuang Yan wants in a short time.

Zhao Yang remembered his picky energy and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I can't figure out feelings for a while, and after a few days of experience in the group, it is probably almost the same."

Zhuang Yan thought about it, but didn't refute it.

Seeing that there was a play, Zhao Yang whispered a few words to him, so he finally nodded with restraint.

Wang Congliang quietly wiped the sweat off his head and muttered to the person next to him. After killing him, he would no longer cooperate with Zhuang Yan.

There is no director in China that can do it like this.

"I haven't seen enough?" Zhuang Yan asked in a deep voice, sitting beside Xie Ning with a blank face when the people were almost scattered.

Somehow, Xie Ning was a little guilty for some reason, and his voice squashed: "It's still, it's okay."

Zhuang Yan felt that his stomach was full of knocked vinegar bottles, the sourness overflowed, and he could smell it from afar.