"Yi Shui Han ......" Director Zhang and the producers looked at the unrecognizable young man in front of them, and looked at each other.

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

This reply did not surprise Yi Shuihan, but the feeling of despair to suffocation still invaded, and people couldn't resist at all.

"Director Zhang, give me a chance to audition, please!" When Yi Shuihan said this, his face was solemn like the group of black birds perched on the church, and the reddish-brown lips that had been burned by the fire were slightly opened, dry and chapped, like withered and dehydrated flowers, and blood was spreading radially in his eyes.

He said this with a trembling voice, sincere and humble.

Director Zhang looked at his deep bent waist, and his heart suddenly tingled, once upon a time, this talent that many crews competed for had actually fallen to this point, if it weren't for the fire......

"Then let's come to the clip of Fucha's suicide, Liu Fei, you can play for him. Director Zhang said with a sigh.

Liu Fei raised his 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 her acting skills have to give way to popularity.

She is not very willing to play with such a terrifying-looking person, it is scary enough to watch, where can she perform what it feels like.

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

Director Zhang and the others asked him to audition, which just made him die, but looking at Yi Shuihan's serious brewing with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

When Yi Shuihan opened his eyes again, there was no small room with a row of tables in his eyes, no director, no judges.

Only the scarlet drapery fluttered between the pillars and beams, and the cold wind gusted.

He was on the Floating Cloud Pavilion, looking at the Yue soldiers rolling in below, the wind was strong, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Beauty is not yet twilight, but heroes are at an end.

"This ......" Director Zhang and several judges were shocked in their hearts, this kind of acting is really breathtaking. Yi Shuihan didn't speak, and he didn't even make a big move, but the sharp and crazy imperial momentum came to his face.

"King!" Liu Fei's voice was soft and soft, ringing in Yi Shuihan's ears, in the play she played Xi Shi, a poor woman who was dedicated to Wu Wangfu by the doctor Fan Li.

In comparison, Liu Fei's acting skills are too different from him, although he performed a touching feeling, he did not have that kind of guilty and sad emotion.

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

It is she who tells Gou Jian's heartfelt day after day, it is she who consumes her fighting spirit bit by bit, and it is she who has turned herself from a southern overlord with the world in mind to a dead king under the city, this woman named Xi Shi.

Finally, he looked back at Liu Fei, and those dark eyes full of emotions made her enter the play at once. In that look, whether it was resentment or remorse, misery or helplessness, Liu Fei didn't know, but she clearly saw infinite love and reluctance in her gradually cold eyes.

But even so, I can't forget the light smile she lifted up the veil account and walked slowly when she met for the first time, I can't forget the touching Chu Chu who frowned on her slightly sitting on the couch, and I can't forget the gentle call of the king.

Bright red blood seemed to flow out of his neck, Yi Shuihan looked at her like this, he didn't speak until he died, the hot blood stained his sword, his neck, and his gorgeous robe, and he was reluctant to kill her in the end.

He fell straight at Liu Fei's feet, and his eyes fell to dead silence......

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

After a long time, everyone came to their senses, but there were some sad and sentimental emotions in their hearts, not only for Wu Wangfucha, but also for the actor Yi Shuihan.

If it weren't for the accidental fire, which ruined his cold and delicate face, with his acting skills, any role could be controlled.

Even if there is only a pair of intact eyes left, he is still the best actor!

Because Liu Fei was in the play, she felt a lot more deeply than others, and after she came back to her senses, she actually found that she didn't know when she had left tears.

Without saying a single line, people can have such a deep and sad experience, this actor called Yi Shuihan......

There was a hint of respect in her eyes, and whether or not she had the opportunity to cooperate in the future, it would not prevent her from appreciating him.

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

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

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

No matter how well he acts, 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 a slow step.

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 were many actors waiting in line for auditions, and Yi Shuihan's appearance unsurprisingly caused a burst of discussion.

"Why did he look like this and still come to audition?

"I still want to dream of being an actor like this, I think he's crazy!"

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

"He's Yi Shuihan, it's a pity......"

The disdainful ridicule or regretful sighs that came from the surrounding area fell on Yi Shuihan's ears, like sharp thorns piercing his heart, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Yi Shuihan slowly raised his head, revealing the face that seemed ugly to others.

How can this group of mediocre people understand their pain, he smiled bitterly, and then left alone.

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

He tried to work 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, then what's the point of living?

Yi Shuihan stood on the top of the fifteen-story building, the cool breeze was blowing, and the pitch black below seemed to be a rolling Vietnamese soldier.

In a trance, he became the king of the dead country in a desperate situation.

He glared angrily and shouted: "How can my dignified overlord who went west to destroy Chu die at the hands of such a lowly and stumbling person like Gou Jian!"

Yi Shuihan smiled contemptuously, and then jumped down.

It's just the madness, and that's it.