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Han Chen especially regretted in his heart, why did he use a mobile phone, why not the video of the setting!

He had no doubt that even Director Lang, who was known for his strictness, would definitely be moved by Jian Han's performance at the moment!

After Han Chen finished his lines, he helped Jian Han up, and the two of them sat on the chairs separately, but they didn't speak for a long time, their mood was a little dull, and they were still immersed in the play.

Jian Han thought in a trance, it turned out that this was to make herself her, experience another life, think completely from the other party's point of view, and completely abandon herself.

I have to say that the effect of this kind of acting is unexpectedly good, but it feels very bad after acting, and it is difficult for the mood to come out of the emotions of the characters.

Jian Han vaguely understands why many actors suffer from uncontrollable depression after playing some tragic roles.

Jian Han couldn't help but start thinking, how can I get out of the character's emotions?

As if a magic switch had been flapped, some memories flowed out of the depths of my mind uncontrollably.

It was a dilapidated courtyard, the old two-story building with mottled white walls, revealing the dark red brick walls inside, and the wooden window frames painted dark green, everything was so rotten and old, except for a vibrant vegetable garden at the back of the building.

The boy was tall, but thin as a hemp stalk, with prominent cheekbones, two large eyes sunken deep in their sockets, and an obvious malnourished, and he bent down and pulled the weeds out of the green seedlings, and his fingers were stained with green, apparently for a long time.

"Brother—" A short girl cried weakly, and the simple gray skirt was draped over her body like a cloth bag, revealing only two thin legs like matchsticks, and walked slowly towards the boy.

The boy stood up, looked at the girl, frowned, but his voice was very gentle: "Why did you get up, didn't you tell you to have a good rest?"

The girl's black and white eyes widened, and she looked embarrassed: "But my brother doesn't like to grow vegetables—"

The boy laughed, stretched out his arms, took the girl to him, settled her on the ridge, took off the straw circle hat on his head that was made of branches and grass leaves, put it on the girl's head, looked down and looked around, found a few tender ones in the green seedlings under his feet, broke them from the stems, handed them to the girl, took one and put it in his mouth, and sucked it carefully.

The girl showed a satisfied expression: "Brother, it's so sweet." ”

The boy spit out the tasteless grass stalk in his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's still delicious meat!"

As he spoke, he licked his chapped lips, sighed at the scorching sun overhead, continued to bend down, and pulled up the grass in resignation.

Jian Han held her breath, although the boy looked immature and thin, she still recognized it at a glance, it was clearly Fang Qinghan when he was a child!

The other skinny little girl, could it be her?!

Just when she was in a daze, the picture changed again, and suddenly lit up in front of her, the two-storey white western-style building was built in imitation of European style, chic and elegant, in front of the small building was a blooming red rose, a young man, with a long figure, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat on his head, and a long silver scissors in his hand, comfortably repairing the rose branches.

His profile is like a portrait of a person hanging on the wall of a museum, with beautiful and vivid lines, handsome and unforgettable, making it hard to believe that he and Fang Cai's thin boy are actually one person.

A voice suddenly sounded from upstairs: "Brother Qinghan! Don't you hate working with plants the most? What's more, just finished filming "Psychiatrist", didn't you say that you were in a very depressed mood?"

Fang Qinghan raised his head and looked at the girl on the second floor, the girl stood with her backlight, with a hazy light around her body, the entire outline was blurry, and he smiled: "It's because I'm in a bad mood that I want to do it." ”

The picture is frozen on the bright smiling face of the male god, and his white teeth shine in the sun, which is not as perfect as a real person.

Jian Han tried hard to recall the girl in the picture she remembered, but there was only a hazy image, she was very depressed, why couldn't she see her face clearly at the critical moment!

Immediately, her heart moved, and every time a memory surfaced, it would be related to her mental activities, and this time, she wanted to get rid of her low mood, and subconsciously raised questions.

And in the memory fragments, the last conversation between Fang Qinghan and the girl doesn't just explain how to get rid of this mood?!

- It's because I'm in a bad mood that I have to do it!

Do it!

Jian Han stared at the coffee cup that was broken in half on the ground, squatted down silently, piece by piece, carefully picked up all the pieces, threw them into the trash, and dragged a lot of paper towels from the bathroom to wipe the floor clean.

In the end, she went to wash two more cups, poured two cups of coffee again, and put them in front of Han Chen and herself.

After doing all this, she sat back in the chair, and was stunned for a moment, and touched her chest a little weirdly, strangely, the original sadness was gone.

She blinked, looked at Han Chen, and asked in a cheerful tone, "Han Shao, is there anything else?" ”

This soft call was like a nightingale entering the valley, crisp and pleasant, which made Han Chen, who was still immersed in the play and couldn't extricate himself, wake up at once, after he came back to his senses, he looked at Jian Han with a relaxed face with a shocked face, and it was a little hard to believe that this little bastard came out of the play so easily?!

Han Chen stared at her suspiciously for a long time, until he was sure that there was indeed no sadness on the relaxed pretty face in front of him, and he couldn't help but be depressed, was the heartbroken and desperate happiness on his face just now pretended!

He was silent for a long time, got up and rummaged for a moment, and with a snap, a few more pages of printing paper smashed in front of Jian Han: "Go on!" ”

Jian Han: "......"

She has always refused to act, happily picked up the line paper, turned the pages and looked at it, looked at it, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily, if the girl called Lily just now was distressing, then this one called Afu was really underwhelming.

Having said that, the male protagonist is really a blessing.

Isn't the role called Cao Xingxing, whom the director asked her to audition, the wife of the male protagonist? The lily girl who died just now is the first love of the male protagonist.,Plus this one called Afu-

It's almost time to catch up with the harem drama of "Dark War"!

Jian Han glanced at Han Chen with a strange look, Han Chen just bent down to pick up the phone, and saw that the time indicating the call was still beating second by second, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Jian Han's eyes, and immediately shouted fiercely: "What are you aiming at!" It's not good to look at the lines! ”

Bah! Han Da Demon King can only have such a girl fate in the play!

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! 】

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