supergiant age

Chapter 1

"Yi Shuihan..." Director Zhang and the producer looked at the unrecognizable young man and looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, Director Zhang thought about his choice of words and said: "It's not that your acting skills are not good enough, it's really that you can't act like you are!"

This answer was not beyond Yi Shuihan's expectation, but the feeling of suffocation from despair still invaded, making it impossible to resist.

"Director Zhang, please give me a chance to audition, please!" When Yi Shuihan said this, his face was as solemn as those black birds perched on the church, and his reddish-brown lips that had been burned by the fire were slightly parted. , dry and cracked, like withered and dehydrated flowers, bloodshot eyes spread radially.

He trembled and said this sentence, sincere and humble.

Director Zhang looked at his deeply bent back, and his heart suddenly ached. Not long ago, this talented talent that many crews fought for had fallen to this point. If it wasn't for the fire...

"Then come to the scene where Fu Chai commits suicide, Liu Fei, you can set up a scene for him." Director Zhang said with a sigh.

Liu Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at Yi Shuihan, and then hummed noncommittally.She is the heroine of this play, and her acting skills are not good, but sometimes acting skills have to be compromised for popularity.

She is not very willing to act with such a scary-looking person, just looking at it is scary enough, how can she feel like acting.

Yi Shuihan didn't care about her attitude, he just said thank you sincerely, then closed his eyes to adjust his emotions.

Director Zhang and the others just asked him to audition, but he couldn't help but look forward to seeing Yi Shuihan seriously contemplating with his eyes closed.

When Yi Shuihan opened his eyes again, he no longer saw the small room with a row of tables, the director, and the judges.

Only scarlet curtains fluttered between the pillars and beams, and the cold wind gusts.

He was standing on the Fuyun Pavilion, watching the Yue soldiers coming below, the wind was strong, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The beauty is not late, but the hero is at the end.

"This..." Director Zhang and several judges were shocked, this kind of acting is really amazing.Yi Shuihan didn't speak, and didn't even make a big move, but the sharp and crazy imperial aura rushed towards him.

"Your Majesty!" Liu Fei's soft voice rang in Yi Shuihan's ears. In the play, she was playing Xi Shi, a poor woman who was dedicated to Wu Wang Fu Chai by the doctor Fan Li.

In comparison, Liu Fei's acting skills are far from his. Although the performance is charming and touching, she doesn't have that kind of guilt and sadness.

Yi Shuihan was silent for a long time, and Liu Fei also stood behind him for a long time.

It is she who tells Goujian's heartfeltness day after day, she wears away her fighting spirit bit by bit, it is she who transforms herself from a southern overlord with the world in mind into a subjugated king who is about to conquer the city, this woman named Xi Shi .

Finally he turned his head to look at Liu Fei, those dark eyes full of emotion made her enter the scene at once.In those eyes, whether it was resentment or remorse, misery or helplessness, Liu Fei didn't know, but she clearly saw infinite love and reluctance in those eyes that were gradually becoming cold.

But even if this is the case, I still can't forget the light smile when I met her for the first time when I lifted up the gauze curtain, I can't forget the charming way she frowns while sitting on the mat, and I can't forget the gentle call of the king.

The bright red blood seemed to flow from his neck, Yi Shuihan just looked at her like this, he didn't speak until his death, the hot blood stained his sword, his neck, and his gorgeous robe red, He didn't want to kill her in the end.

He just fell straight at Liu Fei's feet, and his eyes were dead still...

At that moment, in the eyes of everyone, Yi Shuihan was the hero Fu Chai who drew his sword and killed himself.

After a long time, everyone came to their senses, but there was some sadness and sentimentality in their hearts, both for Wu Wang Fuchai and actor Yi Shuihan.

If it wasn't for the accidental fire that ruined his stern and handsome face, with his acting skills, any role could be controlled.

Even if there is only a pair of intact eyes left now, he is still the best actor!
Because Liu Fei was in the play, her feelings were much deeper than others. After she recovered, she found that she did not know when she had shed tears.

Without saying a single line, people can have such a profound and sad experience. This actor named Yi Shuihan...

There was a trace of respect in her eyes, no matter whether she had a chance to cooperate in the future, it would not hinder her appreciation of him.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground..." Director Zhang said with a sigh.

Yi Shuihan climbed up with his arms propped up, looked at him expectantly and asked eagerly, "Director Zhang?"

"I'm sorry!" Director Zhang lowered his head slightly, he couldn't bear to see his sad and desperate eyes.

No matter how well he plays, his appearance still can't support this role, and the market doesn't allow it.

"Thank you, Director Zhang..." Yi Shuihan bowed again, and walked out of the audition hall with slow steps.

Director Zhang opened his mouth slightly, wanting to encourage the other party a few words, but in the end he didn't say anything, what else could he say...

Outside the audition hall, there were many actors waiting in line for the audition. Yi Shuihan's appearance unsurprisingly aroused a lot of discussion.

"Why do you come to audition after looking like this? Could it be that he wants to play some evil servant?"

"He still wants to dream of being an actor with this appearance, I think he is crazy!"

"Don't talk nonsense, he is Yi Shuihan."

"He is Yi Shuihan, what a pity..."

The disdainful ridicule or sigh of regret from around fell on Yi Shuihan's ears, as if sharp thorns were piercing his heart fiercely, making him unable to breathe in pain.

Yi Shuihan slowly raised his head, revealing his ugly face in the eyes of others.

God is jealous of talents, how can this group of mediocre people understand their own pain, he smiled bitterly, and left alone.

Yi Shuihan has never been a person who blames others. The accidental fire on the set almost ruined his career, and he didn't blame anyone.

He tried hard, tried to adapt to the new life with a new face, tried to conquer the director with his acting skills, but he was disappointed in the end, life is like this sometimes, it doesn't mean that you can succeed if you work hard.

As an orphan with no wife and no children, acting is almost the whole of his life. If he can't act in the future, what is the meaning of living?
Yi Shuihan was standing on the top of the fifteenth floor, the cool breeze was blowing, and the pitch-black area below seemed to be attacked by rolling soldiers.

In a trance, he became a desperate king of subjugation again.

He glared angrily and shouted: "How can I, Fu Chai, the overlord who went west to destroy Chu, die at the hands of Gou Jian, a lowly surviving person like him!"

Yi Shuihan smiled contemptuously, and jumped down.

As the so-called madman, nothing more.

(End of this chapter)