V1.Chapter 4

"Although you are doing well..."

Director Liu stared closely at Si Huang under the stage lights. It was as if this child was born to stand under the spotlight and be watched by everyone.

"But Feng Cang can only be An Yiyuan."

Si Huang bent over to Director Liu, stood up straight again and said with a smile: "I know....In fact, I came here for Mr. Qianji, but I didn't get the chance to audition, so I boldly used this Way. I broke the rules of the audition meeting, I'm sorry."

"But I really need this role, and I am confident that I can be him!"

Not to play him well, but to be him.

Director Liu's eyes became deeper, looking at the child on the stage with a sincere expression, clean eyes and warm eyes. At this time, he was like a sixteen-year-old student, with enthusiasm for dreams and a pure heart, "Young Master Qianji is not Feng Cang."

Si Huang burst into a bright smile, her voice raised because of emotion, "Yes, I know."

"You only have three minutes." Director Liu sat down.

Si Huang turned around and said to the boy who was still occupying the wheelchair: "Now this stage belongs to me."

After Director Liu heard the words, he smiled dumbly. This kid is really interesting.

The boy was startled, then his face turned a little red, and he stared at Sihuang with resentment and resentment, as well as mockery waiting for him to make a fool of himself. Standing up from the wheelchair, he deliberately bumped into Si Huang when he left, but Si Huang quickly avoided him, but fell down in embarrassment, causing a burst of laughter.

For the boy who asked for trouble on the ground, Si Huang had no intention of helping him.

Although she would get a good reputation for being generous if she did this, but...does it need it? Si Huang's eyes flickered, and he had no interest in touching people who were hostile to him for this benefit.

When there were no extra people on the stage, Sihuang slowly got into the delicate wooden wheelchair.

Her posture is leisurely, she relaxes her whole body in the wheelchair, while everyone is waiting for her performance, the protagonist closes her eyes.

The darkness after the eyes are closed cannot hide the light projected from above.

Si Huang sighed in her heart, she returned to the stage again, the only place where she could relax and feel free in her last life.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Ten seconds, twenty seconds passed, and there were whispers in the auditorium.

"Did you forget your words on the spot?"

"I think he was pretending just now!"

"Shut up! If he plays the role of Young Master Qianji, I will definitely follow the show!"

"Ah! His eyes are about to open!"

When Sihuang was found to be moving, the students in the classroom tacitly shut up and became quiet.

But Si Huang on the stage still seemed to be awakened by the noise, his eyes slowly opened, but only halfway through the opening and closing, he lazily stopped moving, squinting somewhere, moving his lips, "What's the noise?"

"hiss--"

What is this voice? So provocative!

The originally blessed voice with the nasal sound of just waking up from a light sleep, casually and gently, got into the ears, numb half of the body.

"Huh?" Si Huang turned her head to the side, her eyes still fell on the empty place, she didn't have any exaggerated expressions, and it could even be said that she was slightly expressionless, but it made the audience feel that there was such a person as far as she could see. Now, he was telling him something respectfully, while Sihuang listened quietly.

Five seconds later, Si Huang moved his eyes away, stretched out his hand and flicked on her legs, as if falling flowers were being brushed away on her legs.

correct!

The audience present were all students who had read the script for countless times. They remembered Si Huang's actions. Didn't this scene just happen in Mr. Qianji's yard? He was sleeping lightly under a viburnum tree for a long time. It is only natural that there are falling flowers on his lap.

Before everyone was amazed at Sihuang's control over the overall situation, they were taken away by her next casual words: "What does the rise and fall of the world have to do with me? You have found the wrong person. As you can see, I am only a first-order Disabled."

The same line was uttered by Si Huang in such a nonchalant tone, as if he was saying that the weather is fine today.

Mr. Qianji has been disabled since he was a child, how could he not care about this?

Everyone thought that Sihuang had failed, but when they saw her expression, they were so shocked that they lost their words.

The boy in the wheelchair casually talked about his biggest flaws and pains. He lowered his head so that people could not see his eyes clearly. Only the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth was a smile! He doesn't care about the rise and fall of the world, and has no interest in what comes. Instead, he stares at a certain place with his eyes half down, and smiles softly.

With the slight turn of his gaze, it seems that a butterfly is dancing in pursuit of the fragrance of flowers, and his attention and laughter are all caused by this tiny creature.

The previous words were simply to perfunctorily drive away the outsiders who came to ask for help, right?

Mr. Qianji never needs pity and sympathy from others, and is not ashamed of his disability.

His own existence is out of reach of countless people, and he can only look up and admire him. He is self-reliant, confident, self-improving, proud, and self-respecting, why should he be pitiful!

At this moment, the young man in everyone's eyes seemed to be under the Qionghua tree, wearing a wide-sleeved robe with white snow and plum blossoms, not as good as a weak crown, so his hair was not tied. His shoulders, unparalleled appearance and unparalleled mechanical skills, he is as wise as a monster, but he is greedy and lazy.

Suddenly, the tip of his outstretched right finger inadvertently trembled, as if being gently pulled by a silk thread.

Ah... Everyone suddenly realized again: Mr. Qianji not only has disabled legs, but also is deaf in both ears. He pays attention to the surrounding situation through arcs—the inner force is condensed into extremely small invisible silk threads that spread around him, entangled own fingers. Once someone approaches, touches his arc, and pulls his fingers at the same time, he will be aware of it.

He turned his head to look towards the stairway of the stage, his gaze changed as if someone was actually walking towards him.

"His Royal Highness is here!" Someone in the audience shouted excitedly.

Many people were awakened by him, and immediately understood, isn't the person walking over according to the plot now the Prince Fengchao?

The 'Mr. Qianji' on the stage didn't hear the shout. He moved his gaze upwards and landed on the face of Prince Fengchao who didn't exist—at the height of his sitting on the wheelchair, looking up at people like this should be like looking at a person. There is absolutely nothing wrong with an adult face.

Master Qianji is deaf in both ears, how can he 'listen' to people? He relies on watching, watching people's lips.

"Shut up."

This tone was once again in sharp contrast to the boy's tone of embarrassment and anger before.

Don't say that he was angry from embarrassment, he didn't even have a trace of anger, but he seemed to be a little annoyed by the noise of a fly, and he swat it away with a wave of his hand.

"It's time." Not too late, Director Liu's voice sounded.

Everyone woke up like a dream, with weird expressions, and their thoughts were still stuck in the last scene of Sihuang's performance. It was written according to the script... At this time, Prince Fengchao was indeed slapped, and he tried his best not to vomit blood.

Si Huang on the stage was also stunned, as if he hadn't woken up from his dream. Eyes closed, eyes opened, within two seconds, the expression belonging to Mr. Qianji in her eyes was completely hidden, and she returned to the wanton flamboyance of a modern teenager.

Director Liu watched the change of Sihuang's expression, the beating of his heart made his dark skin flushed, and his voice was hoarse: "What's your name?"

"Sihuang." Sihuang stood up and faced Director Liu.

In this life, she will no longer be a puppet of 'Sihuang'. Instead, she wants to take away this name, so that everyone who sees or hears this name will think of her, obliterate the eldest son of Si, who died early and passed away, and no one will be Remember his existence.

She no longer exists because of the name 'Sihuang', but the name 'Sihuang' is real because of her.

Si Huang raised her lips, not only her name, but also more things that belonged to her, and she would slowly snatch them back.

"Very good, Sihuang, it's you!" Director Liu couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes after he smiled.

"Hey, Director Liu! This...is not the original plan..." The assistant director next to him stood up anxiously.

Director Liu stared at him, "Master Qianji is up to me to decide, this was discussed from the very beginning."

The tutor was dumbfounded by his stare.

Wow——

The students in the auditorium exploded.

"Sihuang! Is he Sihua's brother Sihua's fraternal twin?"

"How could it be him! It's impossible!"

"A gorgeous transformation in the real version!"

Amidst the noise, Director Liu looked up at Si Huang, "Come with me."

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Today is going to be the last year's meeting, and I don't know if the hotel at the annual meeting has Internet access, so the text and water for the next 5 days are all set in advance~ Don't worry about the interruption, okay!