After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 115

Yuan Yi wanted to cry for this golden finger.

"Who designed the unlucky goldfinger in this issue? It's kind of 'interesting' regardless of life and death."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Didn't you say it's much better than Brother Yan Cheng's?"

Yuan Yi: "That's indeed...a little bit better."

The point is that it takes skill to cry as soon as you say it. With this self-knowledge, he must not be able to handle it.Didn't crying well and being seen by those directors hiding in the audience cut off his way of acting in crying scenes?

Zhong Jiuyin didn't care how much "that little bit" was. Hearing what he said, he waved his hand forward and made a gesture of "please perform".

"Then jump in and see."

Yuan Yi: "..."

Twitching his head in an instant, he, like Liang Zhi, his ears and face began to turn red and hot.

But unlike Liang Zhi, he was a little ashamed because he was about to make a fool of himself in front of the person he liked.

"How do you want to dance? Just turn in circles?" He asked the director behind the camera.

Seeing his embarrassment, the director didn't use the loudspeaker, and just shouted with his voice: "As long as you can barely tell what kind of dance it is, plus circling."

Ai Yuanyuan gave him a suggestion: "Then ballet, it goes well with spinning."

"I think it's good too." Yan Cheng showed a matching smile.

Since he thought it was okay, Zhong Jiuyin, who didn't understand anything, nodded along with a certain trust in him.

"Then eight thunders."

Yuan Yi could only bite the bullet and stand on tiptoe to make a start.

She continued: "Leave the task of reciting the words to Liang Zhi, and you will be in charge of going around in circles to add to the fun. Hey, this is not enough to add to the fun, or else..."

Yan Cheng glanced at her sideways: "We'll talk after we think about it."

Zhong Jiuyin blinked.

Threats, pure threats.

She is a stunning killer who stands in the long river of time and space and remains unchanged after being washed by the waves of the new era. How can she shrink back because of this small threat?
Of course not!
She immediately speeded up, and finished three words by herself: "Crying sadly, tears all over my face, tears of sadness."

As if chanting a spell, finally raised his voice to call: "—cry!"

Yan Cheng almost wanted to gag her.

She was still smiling brightly, winking at him wickedly.

"I'm sorry, who made you draw this golden finger. Don't worry, you are not alone, Yuan Yi is with you in circles. If your tears run dry and you can't cry, I can still contribute bright lights to help you out."

"I really thank you," Yan Cheng's mouth curled up in a hypocritical arc, "Next time you get the unlucky golden finger, I will also help you in this way."

"No need," she answered every sentence as if her mind jumped off a building, "It is my basic quality to do good deeds without expecting anything in return."

It is estimated that not many people can catch up with her words, because it is really not easy to keep up with her rhythm and nonsense.

Yan Cheng still used the old method, selectively skipped and focused on his own unlucky test.

Yuan Yi had already endured his shame and started to spin around. He took a deep breath and prepared to prepare for the third crying scene.

It is not easy to shed tears one after another, and it gets harder as you go to the back. This is not a filming set, and there is no character experience and plot support. He can only rely on imagination and empathy to force tears.

Because I worked harder, my eye sockets were especially red this time, and there were a lot of tears.

As if dripping artificial tears, it flew out from the end of the eyes when I raised my head, and flowed down in strings when I lowered my head.

He deliberately lowered his head so as not to let the tears wet his cheeks.

When big tears were brewing, he blinked slowly again, the teardrops only moistened the eyelashes before bursting out, dripping in mid-air, and finally left a little wet trace on the ground.

Very beautiful picture.

Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuanchu stared opposite him.

Liang Zhi spoke the key words of the clue slowly, paused after saying a few words, and waited for the radio to respond.

The reading was too slow and specific, and Zhong Jiuyin could urge him to hurry up at first, so as not to crawl like a turtle.

Later, seeing Yan Cheng crying so artistically, it doesn't matter what Liang knows or doesn't know, Yuan Yi walked past her in a circle, but she brushed them aside, not allowing anyone to delay her appreciation of the beautiful scenery.

Yuan Yi turned in front of her and it was the end of the lap. He originally wanted to ask her if she had arrived in a minute, but she elbowed her into the second lap. He staggered two steps, almost touching Liang Zhi's face, and the two looked at each other.

The two women could still be heard discussing in low tones as they watched.

Ai Yuanyuan: "It turns out that the most beautiful thing is the contrast."

Zhong Jiuyin: "He cries beautifully."

Ai Yuanyuan: "If brother Yan Cheng changed his expression, it probably wouldn't be so effective. His expressionless face and tears are really attractive."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Yes. He cries really well, the pear blossoms are raining."

"..." Ai Yuanyuan turned to look at her, "Brother Yan Cheng is less than one meter away from you, how can you pretend he can't hear you?"

Yan Cheng lowered his head, not lost his head.

"So what's the matter? He did cry beautifully."

Zhong Jiuyin turned around and praised Yan Cheng who had raised his head to wipe away his tears: "The emotional picture is beautiful and the tears are big. It's very good."

Yan Cheng rubbed his tears away with his fingers, glanced at her, and didn't speak immediately.

Seeing her with her hands behind her back again, she sighed and said, "Reminds me of that year when the apricot blossoms were lightly raining..."

It was just a beginning, and Yan Cheng paused, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were pressed down.

It was so familiar, she was drunk that night, and repeated this scene description no less than three times, each time followed by something serious.

The drunkard who brags about B has already forgotten what happened, but the person who is not drunk still remembers every word, every action, and every approach that night.

Fortunately, she only opened her head, and the following words were suppressed by the voice of the radio, Yan Cheng closed his eyes again to calmly relieve the discomfort in his eyes.

Liang Zhi triggered the plot prompt.

"It's a message on the communicator." He said quickly.

Like the boy who helped give the answers in class, he reminded them very thoughtfully.

Ai Yuanyuan didn't know what she was thinking when she was looking at beautiful men just now. Yan Cheng was probably looking at Zhong Jiuyin. Except for Liang Zhi, no one was paying attention to business.

He was afraid that they would miss something and make the audience feel that something was wrong.

Although pigs can fly in the gust of Yan Cheng's wind, but if the hurricane turns into a hurricane, will the pig fall to death?

He looked around to make sure everyone was serious before listening to the radio with a sigh of relief.

"... At this time, the chef found the communicator in the captain's hand, picked it up to look at it, pressed the button, and heard a voice."

"'Someone sneaked into the cruise ship without an invitation letter,' the dancer said immediately after hearing this, and glanced at the other three people except the painter, 'People who do not have an invitation letter, it is logically impossible to pass the identity verification at the door. '"

"The chef also suggested: 'That person, or those people should have been discovered and notified to the captain. As the highest administrator, he should go to deal with this matter. Maybe that person was found here, and then they There was a dispute, and the captain was killed by the other side.'”

"Several people frowned and thought for a moment. 'I see!' The writer and musician said in unison: '...'"

"Players are requested to supplement the plot reasonably based on the context, the time limit is 3 minutes, and the countdown begins—"

　It's over, I was so sleepy when I coded, I poured some cold water, and now I'm so awake that I can't sleep

　　
　
(End of this chapter)