Song Canran knew Fang Xinai's careful thoughts very well.

As long as the brain is normal, it will think like this.

She didn't break it either, pretending to perform in front of her.

"Laughing with joy."

She grinned.

"Ecstatic."

The corners of the mouth are curled.

"Broken out of love and heartbroken."

Her little face darkened.

"I heard that you were chosen by the director."

Her eyes widened and she was pleasantly surprised.

How to say it, her expression is very in place, decent, and people can't make mistakes.

But when it falls under Fang Xinai's eyes, it is very ordinary, and it can even be said to be superficial.

It's like a very obedient robot, doing things step by step, without a little bit of its own thoughts and consciousness.

There was not a trace of aura and bright spots to be found on her face.

It's the stiff twitching of the face.

If Fang Xinai still had some expectations for her before, after watching her performance, it was gone.

just didn't want to extinguish her passion for art, so he reluctantly accompanied her to act.

After ten minutes, both of them were a little tired.

Song Cangran patted her stiff little face and looked at her warmly, with a look of anticipation in her eyes to praise me.

"Sister, how am I acting?"

“……”

"I think it's good."

That's right, it was she who felt that it didn't represent the opinions of other people, so she didn't lie.

"I think so too," Song Cangran puffed up her small chest happily, "Sister, I still have a repertoire, you can take a look." ”

“……”

Why don't you pour some cold water on her?

It's not so hard to fail like this.

Fang Xinai was a little entangled in her heart, and looked at her casually.

I saw that Song Cangran's expression was tight, and his little face with a little baby fat was solemnly tense, which was really cute.

If her heart wasn't that big, it wouldn't be impossible to act in a children's drama casually.

Just thinking about it, Song Cangran looked at her gently.

How do you describe this look?

Fang Xinai's heart moved suddenly.

Her eyes were full of sparkling, sparkling, rippling layer by layer, and people's hearts were also rising and falling together.

The eye waves flowed slightly, but it seemed to set off a stormy wave, Fang Xinai breathed a screen, as if her soul was captured by her.

She finally understood what it meant to look back and smile.

For a moment, she felt that what she was facing was not Song Canran's young and immature little face, but a disaster that was enough to overwhelm the country and the city.

Just a few seconds.

It's just thrilling.

Just like those sweeping monks in martial arts novels, the passer-by who said yes is not to act, and suddenly showing his hand is definitely shocking to the audience.

"Sister, how is it?"

Fang Xinai blinked, and in front of him was still the Song Canran, short and frustrated high school student.

She pursed her lips, vaguely feeling that this girl didn't seem to be as simple as she imagined.

"Sister, it's not bad, this is what I learned from a foreign actor I like very much when I was watching TV, and I have been practicing for a long time."

Song Canran threw a few more winks in front of her, and with psychological preparation, Fang Xinai finally didn't have the shock just now, and then instinctively began to figure it out.

She is originally a very talented actor, and many skills don't need to be talked about too much, just a little bit.

Her eyes also wandered a few times, and slowly there was a little bit of that taste.

But to reach Song Canran's realm is not something that can be achieved overnight, after all, her skills have been practiced through countless practices and practiced in men's piles.

But after her click, Fang Xinai definitely benefited a lot.

Looking at Fang Xinai, who was seriously pondering, Song Cangran smiled in his heart.

Well, her purpose was achieved.