: Repay with a thorn

Zhou Ziheng never thought that Xia Xiqing would come.

Despite Xu Qichen's repeated lobbying, Zhou Ziheng did not think that Xia Xiqing would bring out the scars for the so-called "liberation". After all, for him, it is much easier to indulge in the false beauty of the present and control other people's love as he pleases than to put aside the past and love himself.

Zhou Ziheng didn't sleep all night in the early morning that day. In fact, he regretted that he would say such words at the moment, but it was even more sad than impulsive words when he was out of control of his emotions. Xia Xiqing probably didn't mind at all.

I don’t mind who he works with, and whether it’s really up to his own preferences.

So when Xia Xiqing really appeared, Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat was shaking.

Xia Xiqing walked towards him, raised his hand and took off the hair ring behind his head, and his hair fell on his cheek. His eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng, but when he really walked in front of him, he turned his face and placed the script on Xu Qichen's hand sitting aside, without looking at him.

Xu Zixi, who was standing next to Zhou Ziheng, felt an inexplicable nervousness when he saw Xia Xiqing. He bent slightly and stretched out his hand at him, "Hello, I am Xu Zixi."

Xia Xiqing showed a very gentle smile on her face, and she held Xu Zixi's hand back, "Xia Xiqing." His voice was as soft as a cloud in the sky, "You just acted so well."

The cloud that cannot be caught.

"Thank you, thank you."

He smiled and took his hand back, without looking at Zhou Ziheng from beginning to end.

"Then Xi Qing tried it?" Director Kun spoke with encouragement, "Don't be nervous, let's see what we feel."

Everyone knows that Xia Xiqing is not a professional performer, so he can't even associate it with the word "actor", so the expectations are naturally not high. Even if he thinks he is in line with the role of Jiang Tong, he knows that image and temperament are one thing, and acting are another.

Xia Xiqing was not prepared, so she walked to the machine, her smile was much more restrained, and she introduced herself in a simple and clear manner, "Hello everyone, I am Xia Xiqing."

After the introduction, he walked out of the door step by step, took a deep breath, and brought the door with him.

Looking at the closed door, Xia Xiqing began to panic in his heart. He didn't know why he was coming. Is it really necessary to let himself recall the pain for his ridiculous self-esteem?

Memories are terrible things. They can almost erode Xia Xiqing's senses in an instant. As long as he doesn't hide, they will appear openly and unscrupulously. Xia Xiqing feels that his eyes are beginning to lose focus, and the door in front of him seems to have changed shape and color.

It turned into the dark blue door in his bedroom when he was a child. He tried to touch the door handle with his fingertips. There seemed to be a hole in his heart. A black viscous liquid was oozing out from inside, gushing out bit by bit, wrapping his heart firmly and pressing every heartbeat.

Breathing began to become difficult. Xia Xiqing took back his hand and tried hard to convince himself.

This time he wasn't the one who was locked in the room.

He was going to save the child in the room.

The crisp sound of beating in the hotel room was like a strong hint of hypnosis. Xia Xiqing's hands began to shake uncontrollably, and all the past he dared not recall was overturned, and the black blood gushed out of his heart.

[It would be great if you were not born. If I hadn't given birth to you, my life wouldn't have become like this!]

[Why did I give birth to a son like you? Are you crazy like your mother? Why don’t you die?]

Xia Xiqing raised his hand and knocked twice on the door like a walking corpse. His hand was in the air and knocked twice on it.

It would have been great if someone had come to save him.

His hands began to shake. In order to continue, Xia Xiqing pressed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and knocked on the door hard, passing it over and over again, faster and faster.

Until the door was suddenly pulled open, Xia Xiqing took a breath in an instant, and the breath was lifted to his chest. His lips opened slightly, and he slowly passed the breath out.

He felt a little trembling all over his body.

He didn't watch the actor who played the role, and he quickly walked to the little girl with his eyes dodging, grabbed her and protected her in his arms. The actor seemed to think that Xia Xiqing was an amateur actor and wanted to help him get into the state better, so he specially cooperated with him to act and suddenly pulled Xia Xiqing's arm, "You are fucking sick!"

Xia Xiqing did not turn around, and struggled out her arms and picked up the young actor who was standing stupidly and walked out the door without saying a word. The male actor who was acting was stunned for a moment. This was completely different from the previous audition, but he quickly reacted and took two steps to pull Xia Xiqing's arm, "What are you doing! Put her down for me!"

After being pulled like this by him, Xia Xiqing staggered, took a few steps back, reached out to protect the girl's head, and walked out without saying a word.

His legs were a little weak, trembling slightly, and his teeth were biting tightly. He pulled the girl's "father" for a long time. I don't know if his hand was holding the little girl was a little sore, but everyone noticed that his arms were trembling.

The girl's "father" cursed a few words, picked up a chair beside her and was about to smash it on. Xia Xiqing didn't have time to hide, so she hugged the little girl tightly and squatted down.

Zhou Ziheng had a cardiac arrest and rushed up without thinking. Originally, the male actor smashed it at a distance, just to borrow a position, but Zhou Ziheng was too anxious and did not grasp the right measure. When he rushed up, he stood too close and his arm was hit by the legs of the chair. His eyebrows were tightly twisted and smashed lightly.

He was afraid that the actors who were in the opposite direction would get out of the show because he was injured, so he pushed him away very quickly and reached out to pull Xia Xiqing. The first time he didn't pull him up, and the second time he pulled him up from the ground.

Xia Xiqing, who was pulled up, just lowered her head and hugged the little girl, took two steps, and put her down.

When he was scolded by that "father", Xia Xiqing was brought back in almost a second. He felt a burning pain in his body, as if it was the pain of a golf club hitting it. His parents' hysterical quarrels kept appearing in his mind. He was locked in the room and slapped the door and slapped the palm of his palm.

No one saved him. No one came to save him.

Xia Xiqing's eyes fell on the little girl's body, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were a little distracted. He squatted down, pulled down the hem of the girl's wrinkled clothes with his hands, and pulled them flattened, then reached out and gently pushed her scattered hair behind her ears, and gently touched the girl's face.

He tried to squeeze out a smile, and his teeth unconsciously bit the inside of his lip as soon as the corners of his mouth were pulled open. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, but took the little girl's hand and wrote two words in her palm with his index finger.

It is not only written for this child, but also for the self who was back then.

There were not many strokes, but Xia Xiqing wrote very slowly, and his fingers were shaking so hard that every stroke had to pause for a long time, and every stroke was extremely difficult.

[Don't be afraid.]

With the last stroke, he slowly closed the small palm, formed a small fist, put it into the little girl's red coat pocket, and gently patted the bulging small pocket.

He looked up at her and his brow suddenly frowned.

The little girl's face turned into the young and helpless self that year.

The little one was covered in wounds, and his shiny black pupils were full of confusion and despair.

His whole body began to tremble, and Xia Xiqing didn't dare to look. He lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly became extremely timid. His shoulders couldn't help but tremble, and even the young actor was scared and dared not speak.

Zhou Ziheng, who was standing aside, finally couldn't stand it. His patience had reached its limit. No longer caring about the script, Zhou Ziheng squatted down and held Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his hand.

It was obviously so quiet here, but Xia Xiqing could hear the heart-wrenching cry of the young himself, his voice was deafening.

Beg for mercy, call for help, sobbing, and silence. A little bit by bit of energy.

[Is there anyone outside... Can you open the door for me...]

[It's so dark...I'm scared.]

haven't seen you for a long time.

It turns out you were so scared at that time.

Xia Xiqing raised her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly. He tried to look straight into the little girl's face, bit her back teeth tightly, and stretched out her hands to hug her. The small body was so soft and fragile that Xia Xiqing dared not use force, but his arms were shaking so hard that he could not control it. He was afraid that he would hurt her and that he would not give her courage.

Fear she is still scared.

Finally, a drop of tears that no longer hides, slipped from his clear pupils, and Xia Xiqing closed his eyes.

Don't be afraid.

Perhaps...this is over.

“cut!”

This sound of beating the board made everyone who breathed a sigh of relief find an opportunity to release. The performance just now was completely different from the previous auditioner. There were no technical lines or explosive collapse crying scenes, but everyone's emotions were mobilized, and a heart was hanging, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Xia Xiqing opened her eyes, took a few deep breaths before letting go of the little girl. The little girl stretched out her soft little hand and wiped it on his face, her voice tender and innocent.

"Brother, don't cry."

Xia Xiqing laughed.

"Brother is acting, don't you really cry." He reached out and pinched the young actor's face lightly, "I'm not sad at all, are you sad?"

“A little bit.”

Xia Xiqing smiled and hugged the cute little actor, and gently retelled her words, "It's a little bit..."

The smile on his face was extremely fragile in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, like the brilliance reflected by the crystal a second before falling.

Xia Xiqing breathed a long sigh, and turned half of his body to grab Zhou Ziheng's arm. He happened to touch the place where he was hit by the legs of the chair just now. Zhou Ziheng hissed in pain.

"Where is your professionalism?" Xia Xiqing's voice was very cold, and Zhou Ziheng could not understand his current mood.

He just wanted to hug him, especially if he gave him a chance.

Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and stood up, showing a smile at Director Kun. Before the surprise on Director Kun's face faded, he also stood up and walked to Xia Xiqing's side.

"Your performance just now is completely as a professional actor." He smiled with disbelief, "You really haven't learned to perform?"

"No. This character is a bit like me, I'll play it." Xia Xiqing's emotions were too fast and she couldn't completely take it back. He pulled the corners of his mouth and tried his best to maintain a decent smile. "Director, I'll go to the bathroom for a while."

Kuncheng nodded and watched Xia Xiqing leave the hotel room. He turned around and sat back on his chair just now. The producer beside him said, "Do you think Xia Xiqing is acting better? The last tear he just now is really amazing. Give a close-up, and it must be very shocking to watch it on the big screen. He doesn't need to cry and shout, and he immediately grasps the hearts of the audience."

The producer seemed to have picked up a treasure, analyzing his skills with great dedication, how he controlled the timing of tears falling, how he controlled the amplitude of trembling, and what angles this face is suitable for, and he became more and more excited the more he spoke.

It was not until he finished the last sentence that Kuncheng slowly shook his head.

"He's not acting at all."

Kuncheng discovered that Xia Xiqing did not see the male actor who played the "father" throughout the whole process. It was a subconscious avoidance out of fear. He was so scared that he dared not watch and resisted. In fact, a person suffering from depression would not cry loudly, and Xia Xiqing might understand that mood more.

The most terrifying thing is that he dared not see the young actor he had been protecting.

This wonderful "performance" was truly sublimated only when you looked at the young actor in the end.

These are not something that can be performed.

Xu Qichen held the script tightly and didn't say anything. Zhou Ziheng was right. He was indeed too cruel. When he didn't see Xia Xiqing really cut him open, he had been standing in the perspective of God as a bystander Qing, and forced him to recall those terrible pasts with the original intention of help.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful and began to doubt himself.

He didn't know whether he was helping him or harming him.
To be continued...