Passing by the conference room just now, the door was wide open, and a few people had already left. Zhou Ru and the photographer stood in the corridor smoking. Seeing him walking over alone, she looked at him and asked with a smile: "Where is the young master? Come and talk."

"I didn't stop him, I was very naughty," Zheng Yin stopped, "How is it? Are you satisfied with seeing the real person?"

"The only seedlings of Director Cao and Teacher Li You are still so outstanding. I am not satisfied with this. Then it's too difficult for me to serve you." Zhou Ru pinched the cigarette with her slender fingers, shook her head and smiled.

"That's good," Zheng Yin also laughed, "It's not worthwhile you risk being scolded to reveal the script to me."

"Actually, I like the boy who stands with him," Zhou Ru's temperament has always been straightforward, and she joked, "If I had known Director Cao would have found a boy who matched the young master like this, I would have written a double male lead at that time. It's a pity. It's really cruel to choose one of two."

"This is how all newcomers are selected."

"Yes..." Zhou Ru shrugged her shoulders.

"You guys talk," Zheng Yin smiled and pointed forward, "I'll go and make some more convenient."

Zhou Ru made a "please give me a favor" position, and then continued to smoke a cigarette and chat with the cameraman.

This studio has not been built for a long time and has only officially started to be put into use at the beginning of this year. The bathroom is quite clean and tidy.

Liang Sizhe stood in the compartment, stunned for a long time at the grayish-white partition. The thumb of his left hand unconsciously pressed against the joints of his middle finger.

Originally, he thought the scar related to the violin had grown. After all, when Cao Xiuyuan asked him if he could play the violin that night, he was obviously indifferent. However, the few words he had just heard at the door made him suddenly realize that it was not a scar. The scar was a sign of the wound healing, a piece of flesh that had grown again. His piece was called a scab, which was covered on the wound. At first glance, it looked very thick, difficult to penetrate and invincible. But as long as you find the right angle and gently lift it with your fingers, you will find that it could be easily torn. Blood gushed out from the wound, and the heart-wrenching pain spread to every nerve ending in the body... It was really painful.

In my seventeen years of life, my mother was taken to the violin class she taught since I can remember. She sat among a group of older brothers and sisters, crawled to touch the four wonderful strings. All good and bad memories were related to the violin. She practiced summer nights at the age of five, practiced Liang Zhu at the age of seven, practiced Bach without a cappella at the age of thirteen, and practiced Paganini at the age of fifteen...

"If you can't practice this song well, you are not allowed to eat today."

"Your dad came back to see you today."

"The aunt just said that you are very awesome, she is a famous violinist in the international community."

"My son is so amazing. Dad didn't love you in vain. Tell me, what reward do you want this time?"

"This competition, my parents give you a gift...why don't you? We must go to see such an important competition! Or do you just want your mother to accompany you? What are you frowning...I want your father to accompany you?...Okay, okay, I won't say this..."

However, all this came to an abrupt end with sharp brakes and terrifying screams, as well as the weight and body temperature that came over in an instant.

The violin that once occupied most of his life and carries all the meaning was torn apart from him.

Yes, it's useless... A voice came from deep in my brain. That person was right, right?

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then Zheng Yin called his name: "Sizhe, are you here?"

Liang Sizhe did not respond.

"You can do it if you don't want to come out, then I'll talk outside." After a pause, Zheng Yin said again.

Forget it, it won’t be worse. Liang Sizhe thought, since he couldn’t avoid it, then just face it directly.

"I'm here." His voice was hoarse, he pushed the door and walked out, looking at Zheng Yin, his tone was calm and cold, "You said."

He stood in front of Zheng Yin, with a straight body, a few centimeters higher than Zheng Yin, and the emotions on his face were mostly retracted at this moment. Standing in front of the translucent window, his thin body was like a thin blade shining with sharp sword light.

It’s easy to break... Zheng Yin looked at the thin and sharp boy in front of him, and these words appeared in his mind.

"Sizhe," Zheng Yin carefully said, "Your school teacher told me about your situation..."

As soon as he said something, Liang Sizhe interrupted him: "You don't need to mention the past, I don't need mercy."

Zheng Yin was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses and nodded, "Okay, then we will only talk about today's things. What's the words just now... you heard them, right?"

Liang Sizhe said "yes".

"It's a bit too much. I know, I'll say sorry to you for those teachers..."

"No need to say this," Liang Sizhe said almost coldly, "I don't need it, nor do I accept it."

"Okay, then I won't say this anymore," Zheng Yin said without saying much, nodding, "Then let's talk about this casting."

Unexpectedly, Liang Sizhe did not intend to cooperate and looked up at him: "I asked, do you answer, can you?"

The child's personality is really in line with his image. Zheng Yin thought to himself, a newcomer, at least he is so embarrassed to be with his seniors, and he doesn't want to take the initiative in the conversation as soon as he comes up... But he didn't say anything and smiled gently: "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Liang Sizhe straightened the point and had no intention of going around: "You planned to decide Cao Ye from the beginning, right?"

Zheng Yin thought for a while and said, "I did have the idea of ​​deciding Cao Ye at the beginning..."

He spoke slowly. As soon as he finished half a sentence, Liang Sizhe asked the next question: "Since that's the case, why did you have to find me and bring me here?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Yin didn't intend to whitewash the peace. He shook his head and said directly: "Sizhe, you don't understand how risky it is to enable a newcomer. It involves investments of millions or even hundreds of millions of yuan and the efforts of hundreds of staff. We must be responsible for the role."

He paused and looked up at Liang Sizhe's expression. Liang Sizhe frowned slightly, his eyebrows were indifferent and cold, and he did not want to interrupt him. He continued: "In every movie, we will conduct many rounds of screening before we set up a newcomer. Do you see the boys who auditioned with you today? They have been screening several rounds of staff before they can stand in front of Director Cao... As for you, you are very lucky to be selected by Director Cao at one glance, but you have to know that Director Cao told you at that time that if you want to try, follow us to Beijing, but before the role is determined, no one can guarantee that you will be selected, including Cao Ye, as is the case, otherwise I would not need to take him to audition today."

He said a long sentence, but unexpectedly Liang Sizhe didn't interrupt himself, but just nodded calmly after listening to it, "I understand."

Zheng Yin sighed silently in his heart and looked at him: "Is there anything else I want to ask?"

"The audition results have been confirmed, right?"

"You heard it outside the door just now. I won't hide it from you. Now everyone is indeed more inclined to decide Cao Ye."

"I understand," Liang Sizhe lowered his eyes, "Then I can leave at any time, right?"

"This..." Zheng Yin paused, "I think it would be better to tell Director Cao before you leave, but Sizhe, Beijing is quite big and there are many opportunities. If you want to stay here, you can continue to live in the room in Lanyan..."

Hearing this, Liang Sizhe raised his head and asked directly: "Help you continue to look at Cao Ye?"

Zheng Yin smiled bitterly and said, "If you have to say that, I won't refute it... And I said last time that I owe you a favor. If you are really interested in acting, I can help you introduce other crews to try it."

Liang Sizhe shook his head and said, "You owe me the favor, just answer my last question truthfully."

"you say."

"Is it because he is indeed more suitable than others, or because he is Director Cao's son?"

Zheng Yin didn't expect him to ask so bluntly, he was stunned for a moment, and then thought and replied: "What do you think... The screenwriter of this script had an idea when he saw a photo of Cao Ye, so if it weren't for Cao Ye, this script and this movie might not exist at all. Also, Director Cao went to your Music High School, and you and Cao Ye were sent to the Blue Banquet, and today's audition wouldn't have happened at all. Do you understand what I mean?"

Liang Sizhe lowered his eyes and said, "Yeah, I understand."

The boy had a sense of arrogance. Zheng Yin looked at him and had this thought in his mind. After all, he couldn't bear it. Finally, he raised his hand and patted Liang Sizhe on the upper arm: "Think about your future plans carefully. If you need my help, you can call me, you have my number."

"Well, thank you." Liang Sizhe said.

After Zheng Yin left, Liang Sizhe lay down in front of the sink and washed his face with cold water.

The cold water splashed on his face, making him feel a little more awake. He looked up at himself in the mirror. The person with no blood on his face in front of him looked fragile and depressed, making him feel a little strange.

The words Zheng Yin just said awakened him - this is Beijing, not Yancheng, nor is it a music affiliated high school. He and Cao Ye are not in any competitive relationship. The starting line is thousands of miles apart, so where can there be a competition?

The violin played very well and could be the well-deserved chief in the Music High School, so that Liang Sizhe, who could only serve as a foil, was nothing under the huge imperial city - not to mention that he could no longer play the violin.

It is false to say that you are not lost, and it is also false to say that you have never held hope.

On the day when Cao Xiuyuan came to find him personally, he stayed up all night with his eyes open in the dark and did not fall asleep for a second.

Cao Xiuyuan's sentence "For an actor, whether he can play the violin is not important at all" is like suddenly opening up a road in front of him, which made him suddenly have a direction in the desperate situation. That night, he felt that it was time to end this kind of confused day. People can't keep stagnating, and they always have to move forward...

But now I have just walked a short distance on this road and suddenly realized that this is actually a dead end. If I continue to walk on, I am afraid I will step into the air.

Maybe this is a kind joke that fate played with him. Liang Sizhe sighed and thought, to give him a big dream, let him know that he has not been completely abandoned until now, and he still has the courage to start a new road.

However, this road is not open, so change another one... It's time to wake up.

——

The phone that vibrated against his thighs made Liang Sizhe pull out of his thoughts. He raised his hand to wipe the water from his face, then lowered his head and pulled out the phone from his pocket.

The phone number was called by Cao Ye.

While pressing the on button, Liang Sizhe cleared his throat, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "Hey?"

"Are they still here?" Cao Ye asked on the phone.

"Let's go." Liang Sizhe knew that he was asking about the people in the conference room, so he turned his back and leaned against the sink to answer the phone.

"Why haven't left yet... Then come out, guess what I'm going to do?" Cao Ye asked with a silence.

"I can't guess it." Liang Sizhe said, he was not in the mood to guess now.

"I knew you couldn't guess it, just come out quickly. I'm in the studio No. 8, come here quickly." Cao Ye urged.

"Oh, okay." Liang Sizhe responded. Through his cell phone, he could imagine the vitality on Cao Ye's body when he spoke, which made him feel dead. If Cao Ye was a sunflower born to the sun, then he might be like a withered plant in the corner of the wall with a backlight... This kind of thought appeared in his mind, and Liang Sizhe pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled lightly.

The opposite side hung up the phone, Liang Sizhe slowly stuffed his phone back into his pocket, got up from the sink, and walked out of the bathroom.

When passing by the conference room, the door was still closed and the voices inside came out. Liang Sizhe did not stop again this time and walked over quickly.

When he walked out of the studio, his pace slowed down again. In fact, he really didn't want to see Cao Ye now. To be precise, he didn't want to see anyone, especially Cao Ye.

Before this, he never felt that he was different from Cao Ye. He was raised as a child and was even more proud of the gods in the eyes of others in the music affiliated high school. Even when he came to Beijing to participate in the competition, he was the most outstanding group of contestants from all over the country.

But after experiencing today, he suddenly understood why Zheng Yin asked him to help look at Cao Ye from the beginning - that was not a request, but a presumptive order. The subtext hidden behind it was: You have no chance to cast this time, but if you can help me take good care of my young master, I may reward you with some opportunities in retrospect.

What kind of favor, help, entrustment... is just an excuse for hypocrisy.

Thinking about it now, it is really ironic. Liang Sizhe smiled self-deprecatingly. He is still too young and has never seen the world.
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