She was very surprised by that shooting. She never thought she liked acting. Since she beca conscious, she has tried many activities. When she was in the country, she fished, caught shells, and climbed trees. Her father earned a small amount of money from farming. After moving to the city, the school arranged more activities, such as painting, singing, and dancing. There are also classes for hobbies such as pottery.
She quite likes dancing, but it is completely different from her impression of acting.
When the “Black Mirror” was focused on her, she unexpectedly found that she had a sense of imrsion. She didn’t expect that she would read lines like this. It was as if the words ca alive the mont they ca out of her throat finding her own pitch position. She never thought that her body movents and facial expressions would be so obedient. She just felt that every pore in her body was relaxed, as comfortable as a fish playing in the water or a bird soaring in the sky.
Hence, she agreed to the director’s invitation.
She had read the information and found that the female lead in “Won’s Talents” was definitely the number one female lead. The roles of the male leads were almost equal, but none of them could compare with her.
“Won’s Talents” is about the deeds of a female general, Chao Ge in history. Although it is classified as a children’s book, there are also adults who like it. Probably to popularize history for children, the book begins when Chao Ge was a child. It weaves a story about her concealing her gender and entering the military camp to train with boys. So far, five books in the series have been published. The books contain the simplest entry-level military explanations, with plot twists and turns, arousing heated discussions.
Wen Ying ca to the set of “Won’s Talents”. Today she wore a fresh blue-green skirt, a soft woven straw hat on her head, and a small bow. She was simple and plain, and had the cute temperant of a little lady. Mother Wen specially spent money to buy it for her, so that others would not look down on the little country girl.
Wen Ying herself thinks the little country girl is quite cute, but others don’t think so.
This is a film and television city, with ancient city walls and palaces in the background. It is majestic. There are people guarding the entrance and exit, and reporters are waiting in the corner.
Due to temporary work arrangents, Mother Wen entered the group first with others. Around Wen Ying’s neck, her mother’s staff badge hung but the photo obviously did not match the person. The people at the door blocked her from entering, “Family mbers are not allowed to enter.”
“I’m also an actor in the crew.”
The gatekeeper glanced at her and said, “I haven’t seen you before.”
At first hearing that she was an actress, the reporter at the door was imdiately shocked. When he heard the doorman’s words again, he sighed and threw away the cigarette butt, and joked: “Little sister, stop making trouble, which actor has your uncle never seen? Where are your family mbers? Did you sneak out away from your parents?”
The actors in the crew are an exception to the ordinary staff. They do not have work cards, because they can usually enter by “swiping their faces”, but Wen Ying is not famous and it is her first ti joining the crew, so no one knows that she is also an actress.
The sun was annoying, so she pressed the brim of her hat to her ears, making her face even more cute. She thought for a while and said, “Uncle, do you have a phone? I can call Director Lin and ask him……”
Suddenly, other people ca over. Those reporters were squatting lifelessly just now, but now they rushed over in a swarm carrying long guns and short cannons, shouting the na “Lin Yi”. Wen Ying’s small body almost fell as she was squeezed.
Soone in the crowd reached out and pulled her back up.
“Are you a family mber of the crew?” The man saw the work sign in front of her, smiled warmly and kindly, pushed away the crowd around her, and helped her up, “Everyone, give way, don’t crowd out the child.”
Wen Ying nodded, but the person she saw pulling her was not him, it was also a child’s hand. Her eyes fell on the side. He was a very good-looking boy with skin as white as butter and berry-like red lips, like the most delicious dessert cake. Yet he had a very cold personality and his eyelids were raised, just like a black cat, a little cold and very noble.
She looked at him and was stunned.
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