In the evening, Xia Minghui came to the home of Sichuan opera actor Wang Zhuhui as promised to meet with several Sichuan opera actors. As soon as she entered the house, the girls who had already stayed there gathered around and asked all kinds of questions quickly. "Yo, Teacher Xia is from Sichuan." "Authentic Sichuanese", "The actors of "Dream of the Red Chamber" are picked? "Early in the morning, there are too many girls in daguanyuan, and it will be incomplete for a while and a half." Then we have a lot of hope! "The girls immediately came to the spirit. Xia Minghui looked back and found a girl sitting on the sofa hill in the corner of the room, and the floor lamp emitted a faint halo, outlining a hazy silhouette for her. Xia Minghui was immediately attracted, she only felt that this silhouette was very beautiful and beautiful. Wang Zhuhui noticed xia Minghui's eyes and beckoned, "Deng Jie come quickly." ”
Deng Jie as Wang Xifeng
The girl on the couch hurriedly stood up and walked solemnly to Xia Minghui. "Why are you so short?" Xia Minghui almost blurted out, and as she walked out, she found that the girl's skin was slightly dark. This short and black made the strong impression of the graceful silhouette she had just given her suddenly fade. Wang Zhuhui saw Xia Minghui's thoughts: "She especially put on makeup, and as soon as she put on makeup, she is a perfect beauty." The cultural literacy is also good, and I admire her. Xia Minghui asked, "What role has she played in the theater?" Wang Zhuhui: "Hey, it's not just a short, there's no drama." Xia Minghui thought thoughtfully: "With her silhouette and facial features, makeup is indeed very photogenic, but this head style still has to change." Wang Zhuhui made a clever move: "Let her record the video first, and then say, how?" ”
Winter Shanshan came to the Chengdu Plain, Xia Minghui and others wrapped in thick cotton coats, rushed to Chengdu College of Traditional Chinese Medicine early in the morning, and at first they wanted to rent the video equipment of Eying Studio, but the price of people's openings was tens of yuan a day, which frightened them stunned, helpless, and entrusted people to open up joints with the enthusiastic Chengdu College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. When Xia Minghui and the others came to the door, they saw that many girls had already come, and everyone didn't say a word, moving the table, pulling the screen, shelving the machine, and doing a very sharp job. A room of more than twenty square meters, like all photo studios, has a clearing in front of the camera and a corner separated by a screen at the back for the girls to change clothes. More than a dozen girls who took the test sat in a row on chairs against the wall, rubbing the corners of their clothes with their hands. Xia Minghui and Wang Gui'e were busy putting makeup on the girls and changing into costumes borrowed from the Provincial Theater, and one by one classical beauties began to take shape. Deng Jie's temperament is a little hard, and the glasses seem to have hooks when they "stare" at people, and the two decide to let her test Chun first.
Zhang Li, who was smiling and silent, stalled Yingchun. The girls are facing the camera, you push me to let go, and I don't want to record it first. Like the first-time grand prix contestants, the girls face the camera, become nervous, stiff, emotionless, and lose in a confused way. Today's situation is embarrassing, the girls are all beautiful and beautiful, but a camera lens is not "leg tendon", "arm dislocation", or "trunk stiffness", "facial features", how can there be no ordinary and free charm and generous manners? Reading the lines is like reciting the prescription, the two sides of the play are like chu and Han, each does not disturb each other, making Xia Minghui and Wang Gui'e both angry and pitiful, they can't stop, they really love these girls, understand their eagerness to be on the screen, so after recording again, the girl asked to record again, they agreed, this role is not OK, another role is recorded again, they also agreed, obviously know that some people can't do it at all, but they can't stand the sticky grind of kanto sugar, can't stand the poor Baba begging, and their hearts are soft again.