The drum of the wind beats out the four seasons.

From the beginning to the end, it was only less than ten minutes, but it only took dozens of seconds for everyone to go from doubt to obsession.

Even a few curious people next door went outside the crew where Feng Yin was, listened carefully, and inquired by the way.

The last beat of the drum died down, and the wind turned around, and there was silence.

How? Did she regress?

Feng Yin began to recall, although there were one or two wrong knocks, it was too old to remember the score.

But you shouldn't be able to hear it, right?

Feng Yin thought with a little self-doubt, but his face was still the confidence that a master should have.

"Director, are you okay?"

"Is it okay?"

The director's very uplifted tone made Feng Yin wonder, could it be that the director used to beat the drum and heard it?

"Wind Groan, do you call this a little bit?"

The wind sings in response to all changes, remember that disaster comes from the mouth, and illness enters from the mouth, so a safe life must be shut up.

The tall man smiled, with one hand behind his back, and his face was forty-five degrees.

"You're awesome! Such a powerful thing, I even hid it until now and said, why don't you write it on your resume! ”

The director is really puzzled, his memory of Fengyin's resume is too clear.

A copy of A4 paper has a printed photograph on the front and only one sentence written on the back.

"Once upon a time was the present, and now is the present; The acting skills are still bad, and there is no shortage of money. ”

Nope.

Is this a fucking resume!

If the director hadn't personally seen the clip of Fengyin's live broadcast room, he really wouldn't have had the courage to make this invitation.

"The resume is too short to fit my life."

The very pretended wind groan, which made Li Sanyi's eyes hurt.

When he saw Lin Yu next to him with an admiring face, his brain hurt.

The results of this really rich second generation, learning from Feng Yin, are really exciting.

Feng Yin, who installed the fork, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that it was not discovered that he had knocked it wrong, so he was more confident in the next one.

As a fast-wearing boss, except for money, no one is invincible for the time being.

Following the director, everyone else also praised it, even if it was a discordant hoarfrost, he was reluctant but said on his face: "It's a good knock." ”

Feng Yin owes a debt and says: "With capable people, you can always improve yourself, and your aesthetics are improving." ”

"Wind Whisper, can you talk well—can you—hurt!"

Considering his own personality, the word death Bai Shuangshuang did not speak.

"Does sadness count as injury? Can I go to medical insurance? ”

A second of unserious wind groaning, the white frost is not angry, and it is not that you want to laugh, it is too contradictory!

"I'll go!"

"It's okay to come often!"

If there was a handkerchief in Feng Yin's hand, it would immediately become a street.

The white frost in front of him staggered.

Feng Yin happily put down her hand and waited for the evening filming.

"Hello."

A man walked over, and Lin Yu stood up for the first time.

She always keeps in mind Li Sanyi's teachings, don't let Feng Yin stand alone with a man, it is easy to have scandals and deaths.

Feng Yin looked at the man walking by.

"You're from the props team, aren't you?"

"Y--how do you know?"

Cui Tianze was a little surprised, and only listened to the wind and groaned: "It was the drum you sent just now." ”

"You're so amazing, most people don't look at the props at all, as if we're props too."

"Do you have a problem?"

Feng Yin didn't answer, Cui Tianze immediately nodded and said, "Can I ask you to sign for me, I'm your fan!" ”