Rose Manor

Tong Yan's audition results should be good. When she came out, she was so excited that her eyes were shining with stars, her moist pink lips were raised, she took her coat from the assistant and put it on.

The assistant was also happy for her: "Sister Yanyan, is the director very satisfied with you?"

Tong Yan glanced at Shen Jianian, with a faintly proud look on her face, and hummed.

The next one was Shen Jianian. She shook her hand in her pocket. The last time she filmed, she was directly selected by Director Wu Heng. She skipped the audition step. She still doesn't know what the audition process is for actors. She could only comfort herself, act according to the situation, and take advantage of the situation.

Before Tong Yan left, she said to Shen Jia Nian: "I wish you good luck."

The tone was light, not like a sincere wish.

Shen Jia Nian curled his lips and tried to save face.

The assistant who called the number was calling her name. She gathered her thoughts and walked in.

The audition room was a reception room with antique decoration. It was not as serious and breathless as Shen Jianian imagined. A group of interviewers sat behind long desks, asking questions or making some requests to the interviewers. What was in front of them was The atmosphere was more relaxed, with a few middle-aged men sitting drinking tea and chatting. When Shen Jia Nian came in, they were chatting about the performance of the previous auditionee.

Tong Yan's confidence was not unreasonable. Shen Jia Nian heard that one of the men was very satisfied with her.

Shen Jia Nian calmed down and introduced himself: "Hello teachers, my name is Shen Jia Nian."

The man sitting in the main seat raised his head, the hand holding the tea cup hovered in the air for half a second, and the eyes behind the lenses looked at Shen Jianian.

Shen Jianian couldn't see the look in that man's eyes. He was wearing a pair of brown glasses and a black peaked cap. He looked a bit like a villain in a movie, making it difficult to see into his thoughts.

The man raised his hand, and the assistant next to him handed Shen Jianian a piece of paper with printed text, and whispered to her: "Here are the lines. You should familiarize yourself with them first, and you can improvise."

Shen Jia Nian had never had such an experience before. He immediately became nervous and his palms became sweaty.

There are only five lines on the paper, without any background information, only a few descriptions of emotions and actions, and the rest is all up to you.

It was really improvisational.

At least she knew that she was acting in an ancient play. These lines contained a bloodthirsty murderous nature, and she should be a swordsman or a killer.

Female swordsman? Female killer?

If Shen Jia Nian had known it would be such a challenging role, she would not have come.

However, at this moment, she was already standing at the audition scene, saying she regretted it was too late. She couldn't be a deserter in this situation, otherwise she would be laughed at.

"Can we start?" Wang Kelun, who was sitting in the main seat, asked.

He is fifty-eight this year and is close to hearing. His voice is rich and polite, which adds a touch of friendliness to his "villain" face.

Others didn't know it clearly, but Shen Jia Nian knew it very well. At this moment, her mind was blank and she wasn't thinking about anything.

She swallowed and acted out a play based on instinct.

She herself didn't know what the effect of her performance was. She only remembered that she kept hinting to herself during the performance that she was not Shen Jia Nian, but an emotionless female killer.

After the performance, Shen Jianian's molars were sore and tender, a sequelae of sudden relaxation after being extremely nervous.

Wang Kelun asked the man next to him: "How is it?"

The man crossed his hands to support his chin and nodded: "I heard that you were the one who asked Wu Heng to come? It's interesting. There is no formality in the performance, it seems very casual. Which school trained this?"

Wang Kelun smiled: "We have worked together for many years and have a tacit understanding. I had the same feeling when I saw her in the movie. She is a girl who is not good at acting, but the effect she presented is remarkable. There are risks and unexpected joys in using such people.”

"It should be that his ability to empathize is stronger than that of ordinary actors. He relies on instinct to act, not skills."

"That's what I mean."

Shen Jia Nian, who was standing there, only saw their heads touching each other and communicating. As for what they said, she couldn't hear clearly, her ears were ringing and she was still nervous.

Wang Kelun was the first to ask: "Do you know what role you are playing?"

Shen Jianian immediately braced himself to respond, but the tone of his answer was not very sure: "Female killer?"

"Half of the answer is correct."

"Be an undercover female killer." Wang Kelun reminded her, "In addition to having the ruthlessness that a killer should have, you also need to know the word 'tolerance'. You should not be too emotional, but should be restrained."

Shen Jianian made assumptions based on his words. She wouldn't want to play the kind of undercover killer who would eventually fall in love with the opponent, right? That would fall into a cliche.

Wang Kelun knew she was thinking and didn't interrupt. After a while, he waved his hand and said, "Go back and wait for the news. I need to think about it."

Shen Jianian clasped his hands in front of him, bowed and said goodbye.

After leaving Longjiayuan, Shen Jianian sat in the car and sent a message to Fu Jichen: "I'm done."

Fu Jichen quickly replied: "How is it?" Shen Jianian: "The director said that I should think about it. I guess it was not a good performance. The director felt that it would be too offensive to say it in person, so he declined in a tactful way."

Fu Jichen: "Could it be that you are overthinking?"

Shen Jianian: "Do you know what I am playing?"

Fu Jichen chatted with her back and forth: "What?"

Shen Jianian: "An undercover female killer."

Fu Jichen didn't reply very quickly this time. After a while, he sent a voice message.

Shen Jia Nian clicked on the voice bar. She turned off the speaker function and put the sound hole of the phone to her ear. The man's deep voice came through the current: "It's okay if you can't choose."

Fu Jichen could imagine Shen Jianian's small body hanging with a wire in the air and raising a sword to kill people, so he said it was good not to be chosen, and he didn't want her to suffer that fate.

However, contrary to expectations, Shen Jia Nian received a text message from Wang Kelun's assistant before she got home, informing her that she had passed the audition and would take time to go over to negotiate the contract.

Shen Jia Nian had mixed emotions, and she didn't know whether she expected to pass or not.

*

When he got home, Shen Jianian received a call from Pei Che. He planned to take Zhou Ruo abroad the day after tomorrow. This time to New Zealand, the visa had been obtained.

Shen Jianian looked at the calendar on the table and saw that the day after tomorrow was Saturday.

She said: "Tomorrow you can bring your aunt to my house as a guest. I have agreed to cook for you."

Through her unremitting efforts, her cooking skills have improved greatly recently. She cooked a whole braised fish last night, and Fu Jichen said it was delicious. Although it was suspected of being flattering, she had tasted it herself and it tasted really good.

Pei Che didn't shirk, he also wanted to see her current home with his own eyes.

The next day, at around five o'clock in the afternoon, Pei Che took Zhou Ruo to Shen Jianian's house as a guest.

The home is well-kept, warm and comfortable, with fresh and full flowers in the vase, and a cat. That cat was so ugly that no need to think about it, it must be a stray cat that Shen Jia Nian picked up.

Shen Jia Nian cleaned the house in the morning. The second she saw Zhou Ruo, she remembered that she was allergic to cat and dog hair. She quickly picked up Ji Xiang, put him in the bedroom and locked him up. He rolled the sofa several times with a hair suction device. : "I'm sorry, Auntie, I forgot that you are allergic to cat hair. I should have taken care of it in advance. Sit down."

"It's okay, you're so alienated from me." Zhou Ruo held her hand angrily and asked her to sit down next to him.

The first thing Pei Che saw after sitting down was the ashtray on the coffee table, and he calmly looked away.

Shen Jianian chatted with Zhou Ruo for a while, then stood up and said, "The soup is simmering in the kitchen. I'll go take a look. Just be casual and don't be too polite."

They have lived under the same roof for a long time, and they have been relatives to each other for a long time. Even if Pei Che and Shen Jia Nian cannot form a perfect relationship, they will not be unfamiliar with each other. Zhou Ruo immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll go help you."

"Auntie, no need." Shen Jianian stopped her, "I invite you here today just to let you have a taste of my craftsmanship. If you take action, I will have no use for it."

Zhou Ruo was speechless, glanced at Pei Che, and smiled helplessly.

Pei Che said, "Just listen to Xiao Nian."

"Okay then." Zhou Ruo sat back.

Shen Jianian went to the kitchen to work alone. Pei Che looked at her back and did not look away for a long time.

Zhou Ruo peeled an orange and put it in his hand. His palms felt cold, and Pei Che came back to his senses and looked at his mother. Zhou Ruoyu sighed: "You haven't let go yet?"

On the surface, the so-called overseas trip was for Pei Che to accompany her to relax, but it wasn't because she was accompanying Pei Che to stay away from the center of troubles.

Pei Che lowered his head slightly, with a wry smile on his lips.

Those who can't let go will eventually be let go, and those who can't let go will one day be let go.

Rather than believing in himself, it is better to say that he believes in time.

"Xiao Nian's life is more important than anything else." Zhou Ruo had already looked away, "You have also seen that although Xiao Nian did not remember the lost memory, she is very happy and satisfied now. When people are happy and satisfied , emotions will show on the face.”

Pei Che ate a piece of orange, which was very sweet: "I understand everything you said."

Zhou Ruo patted his back gently: "As long as you understand."

The door rang twice. Pei Che gave the remaining oranges to Zhou Ruo and helped open the door. The person outside is Fu Jichen, wearing a straight business suit under a black coat, his tie is not messy, and he looks like he has just returned from work.

Fu Jichen had known that Pei Che would appear here, so he was not surprised. He nodded and said, "Mr. Pei."

Pei Che replied: "Mr. Fu."