Businesswomen such as the doctor of the rebirth space

Chapter 348 Explosion case, aiming at the eyebrows (2)
The second emerald green jade box is carved with a swaying lotus on it, and there is a line of small traditional characters underneath, which is elegant.

Then, it was time for the general played by Zhao Mohan to appear on the stage.

"Card--"

Everyone was taken aback, and all looked at the director.

From their point of view, Ye Chen's performance is very standard.

Ye Chen held Rouge's hand for a while, his eyes full of water were a little dazed, quite like a lost deer.

The director rubbed his brows, and said with some distress: "Well, Ms. Ye, I know you put a lot of effort into acting. Judging from ordinary eyes, the scene just now has been performed very well. But I always feel that it can still be done." It's even better, your movements just now were very standard, so standard... a little dull..."

The director scratched his head and couldn't think of a suitable word to describe him for a long time.

According to his usual level, the scene just now was already perfect.But when it comes to this script, he always feels that he can do better.

For the first time, he felt the opportunity of a breakthrough in a rookie.

He doesn't want to waste it.

this compartment.

Ye Chen frowned.

This is her first time acting, and to be honest, she has no feeling for acting at all.The actions just now were done in full accordance with the director's standards.

But why is it bad...

Standard to dull?
She doesn't understand.

The director suddenly had an idea and said, "I see. I know what you are missing! Your movements and expressions are very standard and can be included in textbooks, but you lack a kind of soul."

soul?

Everyone was startled, and began to chew the word carefully.

The director continued: "That is, when you acted, you completely followed the script. In fact, this script has a lot of room for development. What you lack is a kind of emotion... You have to try to substitute yourself and integrate yourself into that role. ...It really doesn't work, I can imagine what you would do if you and your lover also encountered this kind of situation..."

A flash of spiritual light hit Ye Chen.

Ye Chen seemed to have realized something.

She just felt that when she was acting, she seemed to be acting out someone else's story, very stiff.It's like repeating other people's life step by step.

Like a robot that only imitates.

Now, there is something wrong with being pointed out by this director.

It turned out that there was a lack of soul, a feeling that imagined itself in it.

Ye Chen pondered, should he bring himself in?

She unconsciously began to imagine, what would she do if that mysterious organization approached Zhao Mohan on the first day of her wedding and threatened him and the people around her...

Thinking about it, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes involuntarily.

She sat up from the bed and stared blankly at the emptiness in front of her. In the early morning, the golden light slipped in through the half-opened window, stained with the ancient charm of the mahogany window lattice, and sprinkled on the ground like a clear spring.

She glanced back at the bed, stared at it for a long time, then stretched out her hand, trying to smooth the man's slightly frowning eyebrows.The moment he saw the sleeping face of the man An Tian, ​​his green hand froze in mid-air.

She'd better let him sleep for a while...

She got up slowly, her shoes were too late for the bed, barefoot, she stepped on the bright red carpet covered with big and warm flowers, growing lotuses every step of the way.

She walked very slowly.

One step at a time, one step at a time, hands unconsciously twirling a strand of hair.

Finally, she walked to the vanity mirror and sat upright. She looked at her face, such tender skin, such delicate facial features, such tender eyebrows, but after all, she couldn't keep him.

She knew that he was a man with ideals, and she couldn't hold him back.

However, she still can't bear it...

Can't bear to part.

Seeing Ye Chen's emotional performance, the cameraman almost cried out in surprise. His eyes and expression were almost expressive.

He seemed to be able to see the woman who was still bright in time and space through Ye Chen's performance.

The director covered the cameraman's mouth almost roughly.

damn it.

I don't know how rare this performance is!
If it was broken by a reckless exclamation from the cameraman, and he couldn't get back the original feeling, who should he cry to!
Ye Chen combed his hair almost slowly, strand by strand, strand by strand, as if to comb out the most perfect attire for him.

She smiled wryly.

She knew that when she finished dressing, she was going to wake him up and send him off.

Therefore, she would rather comb slowly.

slow down...

Finally, all the black hair was tied up. This was the first time she combed a woman's hair, but it was so familiar, probably because she had imagined this scene countless times in her dreams.

She gently opened the treasure box, and Gordon made a sound, and there was a small box of rouge lying quietly in that small compartment.

It was given to her by him the day they first met.

There was a little female worker next to her, her eyes were hot and her nose was sore, she couldn't help covering her mouth, for fear of making a sound that would break such an emotional scene.

Just when she was about to twist up a small amount of rouge with her fingertips and apply it on her cheeks, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the mirror.

It was a pair of men's hands.

The joints are distinct, handsome and slender, with the roughness that has been battle-tested.

She paused slightly.

It's finally here.

She continued to rub the rouge as if nothing had happened, but the hands behind her held her down, gently picked up the rouge box and opened it, picked up a small amount with her fingertips, wiped it away with her hands, and gave it to her Wearing makeup.

She was stunned.

He smiled and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

Just three words.

But it weighs a thousand ounces.

He understands her reluctance, her compromise...

For her, that's enough.

Her nose was sore, tears welled up in her eyes, but she sucked her nose to keep it from falling.

The camera finally fell on the small box of rouge between the two.

It's green, small, with lotus patterns on it, and its posture is swaying.

"Card--"

The director yelled, waking them up.

The two looked at each other, then suddenly laughed, and looked at each other, full of tenderness.

The staff also came back to their senses, patted their chests, and let out a long breath.A little girl said with a smile: "Oh my God, I was so fascinated just now that I almost cried. It's a shame..."

Another big man from the props team rubbed his nose and said in a hoarse voice: "You almost cried, but I just watched it. It's a shame..."

(End of this chapter)