The drums sang by the wind beat out the four seasons.
From the beginning to the end, there were only less than ten minutes, but it only took dozens of seconds for everyone to go from doubt to addiction.
Even some curious people next door went outside the crew where Feng Yin was, listened carefully, and inquire about it.
The last drum sound disappeared, Feng Yin turned around, and it was quiet.
What? Did she retreat?
Feng Yin began to recall that although there were one or two wrong places, it was too long since I could not remember the score.
But you probably can’t hear it, right?
Feng Yin thought with a little doubt, but his face was still the confidence that the master should have.
“Director, is it okay?”
“Is it okay?”
The director’s very uplifting tone made Feng Yin wonder, did the director hear it?
“Feng Yin, do you think this is a little bit?”
Feng Yin responds to changes in the same way as he remains unchanged, remembering that disaster comes from his mouth and illness comes from his mouth, so you must shut up in a safe life.
The master smiled, with one hand behind his back, and his face on his side forty-five degrees.
“You are so awesome! You’ve hidden such a great thing until now. Why don’t you write on your resume?”
The director was really puzzled. He really had a clear memory of Feng Yin’s resume.
A 4 paper has a printed photo on the front, and only one sentence is written on the back.
“Once upon the time, now is now; acting skills are still bad, and you can’t lose a penny.”
It’s gone.
Is this the fucking resume?
If the director hadn’t seen the clip of Feng Yin’s live broadcast room himself, he would have really not have the courage to send this invitation.
“The resume is too short to pretend to be my life.”
The very pretentious Feng Yin made Li Sanyi’s eyes hurt.
When he saw Lin Yu with admiration next to him, his head hurt.