In the meeting room, Lin Zheng and Qian Xiaohao sat opposite each other.
The group of actors who were auditioning did not make a sound. They sat there and watched. Qingshui Chong and Mai Junlong had already secretly turned on the video recorder. Sometimes, the audition footage would become a beautiful memory.
Lin Zheng was wearing a somewhat modern robe. He sat there with Ninth Uncle's weathered face. His sideburns, eyebrows, beard, and hair were a little white, but he still looked rather unrestrained and unrestrained. He had the heroic and free air of a Jianghu figure.
Just from this temperament and appearance, the feeling of sitting there was already there.
Mai Junlong pursed his lips and his eyes lit up.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Lin Zheng's temperament was exactly the same as Ninth Uncle's. They were too similar.
Qian Xiaohao, on the other hand, had a messy beard and messy hair. He looked like he had suffered a huge blow. This was actually what the character needed. After all, he had just walked out of the shadow of suicide. He couldn't be in a good state.
The scene…began.
Pa!
Lin Zheng suddenly pretended to take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He looked at Qian Xiaohao from the corner of his eyes and handed it over, signaling him to smoke.
Whoosh--
Qian Xiaohao struggled to get out of the chair and reached out to take the cigarette.
Lin Zhengze flicked the bottom of the "cigarette case" with his finger.
Pa!
A cigarette seemed to fly out of the box and he caught it, but…Lin Zheng suddenly smiled bitterly.
Because of the cigarette, she didn't seem to have received it.
He could only rub his fingers on the table and chuckled."I'm old, and my skills have become rusty. In the past, I could play cigarettes in one go, but now, my hands…are a little out of control!”
Lin Zheng trembled as he picked up the cigarette and pretended to light it.
"Hu ~~~"
He leaned his head back in enjoyment, his body paralyzed. He took a deep puff of the cigarette, closed his mouth, and shook his head. His face was full of aftertaste.
A second or two later, he spat out the smoke.
His eyes opened slightly, but his hand was holding a root in his mouth. He hung it on the back of the chair, looking depressed and lonely.
The other hand that was originally clenched into a fist on the table suddenly spread open. It was covered with wrinkles, like tree bark.
“……”
In just one minute, Lin Zheng's role as the last heavenly master gave everyone a vivid acting lesson.
If it wasn't for the audition, Mai Junlong would have jumped up in excitement.
What kind of godly detail was this?
It was simply too good to be repeated!
Lin Zheng had portrayed a seemingly glamorous but actually down-and-out last generation heavenly master in a profound manner.
His expression, the way he enjoyed smoking, and the helplessness he felt after exhaling the smoke were all displayed through micro-expressions…Even Qian Xiaohao, who was sitting opposite him, was stunned.
He had seen Lin Zheng's performance and knew that he had some acting skills. However, that was the audition video for Mr. Zombie.
But now, Lin Zheng was performing right in front of him. His acting skills gave Qian Xiaohao a huge impact.
Because he was the closest and was acting with Lin Zheng, he had the strongest feeling.
Lin Zheng's acting skills were completely different in the video and in reality.
The Lin Zheng in front of him had a sharp contrast between his powerlessness and his bright appearance.
Such acting was undoubtedly much better than the tension shown in the video…He did not have Ninth Uncle's aura, but there was still a trace of extraordinariness from his body. However, this extraordinariness, in everyone's eyes, was the legacy of his ancestors.
In fact, the last heavenly master played by Lin Zheng had already fallen into desolation.
In this day and age, there were no more zombies, and there was no need for him to exterminate demons and protect the Dao…Since there was nothing, then he, the " Celestial Master," was just a useless old man.
This was exactly what Lin Zheng was trying to portray.
He was weak, old, but unwilling to admit defeat.
The description of the last Heavenly Master in Mai Junlong's script was also in such a situation.
Lin Zheng had brought this character to life in just a minute.
Although there were lines, the actions of smoking were the key.
This was because there was no such part in the script. Lin Zheng…had added it himself.
"The glutinous rice you made is very delicious!”
Qian Xiaohao finally spoke. He looked at Lin Zheng in a daze. Lin Zheng smiled lightly and his head drooped. The cigarette was burning, but his eyes were tightly narrowed and he did not speak.
“……”
The entire meeting room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Everyone was looking forward to what Lin Zheng would say next.
"Pfft-"
Lin Zheng clenched his fists on the table.
He turned his head and did not look at Qian Xiaohao. Instead, he stared blankly at the " rice " on the table and said self-deprecatingly,""So what if the glutinous rice is delicious?”
“……”
Qian Xiaohao's hand that was holding the cigarette paused in the air for a moment, but he still took a deep puff.
"To be able to make glutinous rice so delicious!”
"What else do you want?"
Qian Xiaohao seemed to be exhaling two smoke rings from his nose, and the corners of his mouth were slightly smiling.
Lin Zheng was already leaning back in his chair, his lips pursed, looking a little unwilling.
"Haha!"
He shook his head and suddenly stood up slowly. He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed a handful of glutinous rice. He held it in his palm and placed his elbow on the table.
Pa la!
Old glutinous rice fell from Lin Zheng's fingertips onto the table.
"My great-grandfather's generation started to become a Daoist priest!”
"He was a very famous figure. Almost everyone in that era knew that he was a powerful ghost-catching heavenly master!”
"Everyone calls me Ninth Uncle!"
"I always bring a handful of glutinous rice with me when I go out!”
Pa!
The glutinous rice in Lin Zheng's hand finally fell onto the table. He opened his hand and said faintly,""However, glutinous rice can not only be used to stir-fry glutinous rice!”
"Ha…"
Qian Xiaohao took a deep puff of his cigarette and sneered,""If you don't stir-fry glutinous rice, do you want to use it to chase away zombies?”
"You also know that glutinous rice can cure zombies?”
Lin Zheng's elbow slammed onto the table. He seemed to have thought of something happy and leaned back again. His voice was a little low."In the past, everyone had a familiar rice shop!”
"It's cheap to buy!"
Lin Zheng lit the cigarette on his finger. After he took the first puff, he didn't smoke again. The smoke burned very thoroughly, and streaks of white eyes appeared, making Lin Zheng's entire body seem a little ethereal.
"The rice at that time was really valuable!”
" A Daoist priest is a person who never leaves his body. The relationship between a Daoist priest and a rice shop is passed down from generation to generation…"
Lin Zheng spoke as if he was about to fall asleep. His voice became lower and lower, and his eyes were a little dazed."In my generation, the zombies are all gone, and no one is looking for Taoist priests!”
"Ha…haha…nothing else!"
Lin Zheng's laughter sounded like he was laughing or crying.
There was also a sense of sadness in it.
The actors around him felt the same way…They could feel the helplessness in Lin Zheng's heart.
"If there are no zombies to catch, then I can only…change to cooking glutinous rice!”
Pa!
Lin Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand and took a deep puff of the cigarette, as if the entire cigarette was going to be sucked into his lungs.
"Phew-"
In the end, his eyes were still puked out, and his entire body seemed to have been freed.
"Thank you…for saving me this morning!"
Qian Xiaohao pondered for a moment before suddenly mustering up the courage to speak.
"Haha…I should be delaying you!"
Lin Zheng shook his head, as if he had seen through Qian Xiao Hao."But if there's a next time, I might not be able to save you!”
“……”
Qian Xiaohao's hand trembled.
"If there really is a next time, thank me again!”
Squeak--
Lin Zheng suddenly picked up the cigarette in his hand and twisted it fiercely on the table. His expression was indescribably arrogant.
No matter how unbearable he was, he was still a Taoist master.
He had his pride and persistence.
Whoosh!
Lin Zheng suddenly stood up and left without looking back. His long robe fluttered in the wind…leaving Qian Xiaohao, who was smoking non-stop, in a daze…
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