After dealing with the matter of the life-gathering cards, Rong Jing had a rare moment of leisure and was ready to join the team.

The bonus from the special department has been transferred to Rong Jing's bank card at the request of Zhou Songyun. With the addition of the 500,000 yuan, the balance in his card is now nearly 13 million yuan.

After clicking on the text message and taking a look at the specific balance, Rong Jing frowned, then opened WeChat and clicked on the chat page of one of the people.

Xie Xuanqing: Mr. Rong wants to donate?

Rong Jing: Yeah.

He himself did not have a strong desire to consume, and more than 10 million was considered a huge sum of money in this world. Rong Jing thought about it and decided to donate 8 million of it.

As for the people who signed the letters...the original destinies of those ghosts who have re-entered the cycle of reincarnation should not have been like this. Donating these millions in their names can help them accumulate some merits and ensure that they will be free from illness and disaster in their next life and live a peaceful and stable life until old age.

Xie Xuanqing: OK, I will arrange it.

Xie Xuanqing paused for only a second before replying.

After he sent the money from his account, within a minute, Rong Jing's transfer information popped up.

Xie Xuan held his forehead lightly, feeling somewhat helpless, yet also somewhat amused and not knowing how to describe it.

...Aren’t you afraid that he will take the money and not do the job?

As if he had noticed Xie Xuanqing's thoughts, Rong Jing was silent for two seconds and then sent another message.

Rong Jing: Thank you for your help.

Xie Xuanqing: ...Nothing.

Sighing inwardly, Patriarch Xie smiled, then turned on his computer and personally checked which foundation was the most reliable.

In fact, the Xie family also had a foundation. Xie Xuanqing would check the accounts himself from time to time, and basically there were not many mistakes or omissions.

But Rong Jing entrusted this matter to him, and he didn't want to be so perfunctory, so he read it all.

In the end, it was decided to use the Xie family's foundation to donate the money to several poor mountainous areas to build several primary schools.

In addition to Rong Jing's 8 million, Xie Xuanqing also donated 20 million from his own pocket.

However, of the 20 million, 10 million belongs to Rong Jing.

At the moment the donation was finalized, tiny golden lights of merit fell again.

Rong Jing stretched out his hand to catch the handful of golden light of merit that was like starlight. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

With his five fingers loosely circling the golden light of merit, Rong Jing lowered his eyes and opened WeChat.

Rong Jing:?

Miraculously, the other party seemed to understand the rich meaning contained in his question mark at once.

Xie Xuanqing: Well, I added 20 million to donate.

Xie Xuanqing: Mr. Wang helped me look at the Feng Shui of the land in the east of the city. I have never known how to thank him.

Xie Xuanqing: So I donated 10 million in the name of Mr.

Xie Xuanqing: Sir, you don’t mind, do you?

After a pause, he opened the emoticon bar with his fingertips and sent another emoticon package.

Xie Xuanqing: [Cat holding flowers.jpg]

Rong Jing: “…”

Before he even started asking, the other party had already said everything. What else could Master Rong say?

Xie Xuanqing looked at the line of words at the top that jumped back and forth. After a minute, he finally received a reply from Rong Jing.

Rong Jing: I don’t mind.

Xie Xuan lowered his eyes and took a look, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Xie Xuanqing: Sir, I hope you don't mind.

Xie Xuanqing: [Cat holding flowers.jpg]

The crew of "Who is the Third Man" chose December 1st as the start date for filming. According to the director, this time is auspicious.

Rong Jing cast a fortune and decided that this was a good day, whether by accident or for some other reason.

It was just because this day was approaching the end of the year, and the subsequent filming might be a bit trivial. Rong Jing was alone in this era, but he didn't care much about these things.

A simple opening ceremony was held, and after Rong Jing sent the ghosts gathered on the set to reincarnation as usual, filming officially began.

"Who is the Third Person" is strictly speaking a suspense drama. As the final murderer, Ning Chen is actually the first to appear.

During the filming, the director also consciously brought this metaphor into the film.

The wind picked up.

The misty drizzle fell obliquely, wetting the clothes of the people walking on the road.

Among the pedestrians who were hurrying and looking a little embarrassed, a gentle young man with handsome eyebrows and eyes, holding a black umbrella and walking slowly from a distance, looked extremely abrupt and... beautiful.

There was a faint but gentle smile in her amber eyes, and her slender fingers lightly grasped the ebony umbrella handle. The whole picture was reflected on the monitor, with a sense of tranquility and mystery like flowing water.

The moment he looked up, the crowds running around him turned into blurry shadows behind him. He was going against the world, but he didn't show any nervousness or anxiety.

Everything is just right.

And full of strange metaphors.

"Okay, click!" The director stared at the monitor for a while, then shouted loudly.

This scene is the one where Ning Chen appears at the very beginning of the script.

The sudden autumn wind and drizzle were the opportunity to discover the body later. The skilled forensic doctor, holding an umbrella and walking against the world, reviewed his "work" in his mind with a gentle smile in his eyes, seriously and with satisfaction, in the autumn rain that would accelerate the decay of the body.

The key words the director gave to this scene at the beginning were "beautiful, contradictory and cruel."

To be honest, Rong Jing actually interpreted the first two keywords very well.

He has a very delicate appearance, and seems a little too distant and cold when he is not smiling. But when he smiles, his amber eyes like lake water are filled with an extremely beautiful and gentle smile, and his well-shaped lips are slightly upturned, giving him an indescribable, restrained and gentlemanly elegance.

The first impression he gives is beautiful and slightly contradictory.

This is exactly what the director wants to capture most in Ning Chen.

But there is something of a flaw in the performance. Although Rong Jing's performance has actually become stable, the director's desired sense of smugness and coldness, of showing off calmly after killing someone, is still not fully expressed.

After watching the clip on the monitor several times with some confusion, the director finally discussed with Rong Jing: "How about we shoot another take? Can you capture that feeling again?"

After all, the other party is a heavenly master.

As far as he knew, this person had made a special trip to the legendary special department some time ago. He didn't know what he did there, but he heard that even the people in the special department were extremely respectful to Master Rong Tian.

Although he was nominally the most powerful director in the entire crew, he would not dare to force them if they really did not want to shoot another take.

——But I still feel a little regretful.

Thinking this way, the director had already prepared for the possibility of being rejected. After all, the previous take was not bad. At most, the emotion was a little fuzzy, but it was far from the point where it needed to be retaken.

Who knew that after he finished speaking, Rong Jing, who was standing beside him, also carefully read the previous paragraph and nodded: "Okay."

director:"……"

How should I put it, he is surprisingly easy to talk to?

"Then you read the script first and think about it. When you are ready, we will try to shoot another take?"

"Yeah." Rong Jing watched the clip he had just performed again and had no objection to what the director said.

He had indeed read the script very carefully many times before, and also learned the acting skills of the actors in many excellent movies and TV series left by the original owner.

But perhaps he really doesn't have much talent in the acting industry, and the results of his performance are indeed somewhat flawed.

Frowning slightly, Rong Jing turned back to his seat, then opened the script and carefully re-thought the scene.

With a soft "tap" sound, someone placed a cup of hot water next to me.

Lin Ruisheng's handsome face appeared before him, and he said with a smile, "Do you mind if I say a few words?"

He is also a veteran in the circle, with extremely strong qualifications and capabilities. Naturally, there were no mistakes during the audition, and he smoothly won the role of the male lead Li Shaoxuan.

He had already finished filming today's scenes smoothly. Rong Jing glanced at the cup of hot water he handed over and shook his head: "Teacher Lin, just say whatever you want to say."

“There’s no need to call me Teacher Lin so seriously…” Lin Ruisheng said, then he lowered his head and saw Rong Jing’s indifferent expression, and then he retracted his voice.

After a pause, he smiled again and said, "In fact, the level of your performance just now, Master Rong Tian, ​​was already very good, but - there was one very fatal point."

Rong Jing: “?”

Rong Jing raised his eyes, and his color moved slightly, which made him look much more lively.

Lin Ruisheng's eyes swept across his face, and then he deliberately looked away: "That means you haven't really integrated your emotions into this role."

Mu Yunzhou had mentioned the shortcoming of floating emotions before, and Rong Jing had tried his best to make up for it, but judging from the current situation, the results seemed somewhat unsatisfactory.

With a slight frown, Rong Jing looked down at the script in his hand, and rarely felt a trace of distress and confusion.

Fortunately, Lin Ruisheng didn't come here just to criticize him.

After talking about his shortcomings in emotional integration, Lin Ruisheng smiled and said, "I don't have much experience in acting, so I can only give you some small suggestions. When you are acting, Master Rong Tian, ​​you don't have to be too obsessed with fully expressing the character's actions mentioned in the script in the camera."

In fact, Rong Jing's performance just now was indeed very good. It can be seen that he must have put a lot of thought into it to achieve such a perfect picture effect.

But it was precisely because he spent too much time on it that he became emotionally trapped.

“Sometimes when filming, you need to let out some of your emotions.” Lin Ruisheng seemed to be really giving him advice, and continued, “Master Rong Tian, ​​have you ever experienced something that was painful but you had no choice but to do something about it?”

Yinglang suddenly showed a strange smile on his face. Lin Ruisheng said, "In fact, the truth is the same. If you are in pain but can't do anything about it, then you can only become cruel. And after becoming cruel, the so-called pain and helplessness are naturally not worth mentioning."

You may even begin to feel genuine joy at the pain you once felt.

The method of introduction he mentioned is very consistent with the life experience of the character Ning Chen.

Rong Jing listened quietly, thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Lin Ruisheng stopped talking and did not disturb him.

After two minutes, Rong Jing raised his head and said in a calm but serious tone: "Thank you."

What Lin Ruisheng said was not that difficult to understand. It was just that Rong Jing, as the actor of Ning Chen, was unable to break free from the shackles of the script, so he could not find the right state.

However, Lin Ruisheng's words, from an outsider's perspective, directly broke through the fog that trapped Rong Jing.

Just this point alone is enough for Rong Jing to say "thank you".

"Master Rong, you are too polite." Lin Ruisheng smiled a little, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something and said softly, "But, I actually have something that I would like Master Rong to help me with."

"Hmm?" Rong Jing responded softly, but his expression did not change at all.

Seeing this, Lin Ruisheng's heart skipped a beat, but he finally asked slowly, "...Do people really have such a thing as fate and luck?"

"If I were to transfer my own luck or lifespan to someone else...what would be the result?" Lin Ruisheng asked in a lower but still firm voice.

"Every sip and every bite has its own destiny." Rong Jing's calm gaze fell on his face indifferently, "I think Teacher Lin must have heard this sentence many times."

Lin Ruisheng actually had a very good face. Although he had some ups and downs in the first half of his life, he lived through it safely. His later years were even smoother, without any illness or disaster.

But his Palace of Marriage is not very good. Although the tail of his eye is smooth and soft, there is a slight break, which cuts off the originally happy Palace of Marriage.

...This means that although he and his wife have a deep affection and live in harmony, they cannot grow old together.

“Really…” Lin Ruisheng had heard this sentence many times from other masters. However, after knowing Rong Jing’s identity, he still asked unwillingly, “Is there really no other way? Even if I am willing to transfer my life span to the other party, it is not possible?”

His early years were not that great. At the worst time, he even lived under an overpass, eating leftovers he brought back from the set the day before. The next morning, he had to go to the film and television city and compete with a group of people for a minor role that might only appear for less than three seconds.

And his girlfriend - or now his wife, always stayed by his side even in his most miserable days.

Now Lin Ruisheng has finally achieved success, but his wife has been diagnosed with a rare chronic disease. Although it does not have as high a mortality rate as cancer, the pain it brings to patients is comparable.

If there really is such a thing as fate and destiny in the world, could he share some of his fate or lifespan with her?

Lin Ruisheng has consulted many celestial masters, but the answers he got were all...

"Don't force it."

But if we could really let go of our obsessions and stop forcing things, there wouldn’t be so many regrettable stories in the world.

Lin Ruisheng smiled, as if he was used to this kind of talk. He nodded slightly and said, "I am embarrassing Master Rong Tian."

"Nothing." Rong Jing said, "I just think that although many things cannot be forced, if we are willing to accumulate more virtues, perhaps there is room for change?"

Lin Ruisheng paused abruptly when he heard this.

"Master Rong Tian means..."

Rong Jing raised his eyes and glanced at him calmly, but did not say much. He just replied calmly, "Nothing."

Lin Ruisheng was silent for a while, but said: "I understand."

As for what he understood, only he himself knew.

It was only after finishing filming the drama "Who is the Third Person" that Lin Ruisheng made public the relationship between himself and his wife. Afterwards, he and his wife actively participated in charity work. Many times, they personally went to poor areas and helped those in need as a volunteer.

During this process, his wife's chronic illness still did not heal, but her overall mental and physical appearance was many times better than when she had been staying at home to recuperate.

Lin Ruisheng watched and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot. He was also glad that he understood the meaning of Rong Jing's words and persisted firmly.

But that was a long time ago.

After taking a rest, Rong Jing carefully and seriously interpreted the script from another perspective according to Lin Ruisheng's instructions. The second scene to be reshot was about to begin.

The cool autumn wind blew Ning Chen's long hair again.

Wisps of rain mist fell on the wide, black umbrella, making the young man walking in the rain look even more handsome, with a gentle smile and a restrained and noble aura all over his body.

"Tap, tap." The sound of shoes stepping on the wet asphalt road came softly, and the crowd running in panic behind him became his background.

The warm smile on the young man's lips was as beautiful as the sunset glow, but for some reason, when I looked carefully through the camera, I always felt some inexplicable contradiction and weirdness.

The director was a little shocked. In just half an hour, Rong Jing had made such great progress? !

He carefully went back to watch the footage from the first shot, and found that most of the performance was no different from the first time it was filmed.

——Except for Rong Jing’s eyes.

A smile like warm wine ripples gently in the amber eyes, and at first glance, it gives people a feeling of intoxicating tenderness.

But slowly, as the rain got heavier, the hazy water vapor suddenly blurred his face, and the look in his eyes suddenly changed.

Rong Jing looked at the drizzling rain outside the umbrella with a smile, and the concept of "acting" in his mind suddenly disappeared.

He paused for a moment, and suddenly remembered something that had happened to him in his previous life.

The dying woman lay among the messy graves, her soul about to leave her body, but she was still holding on to her breath. Her dry palms gently covered the deformed baby that was frozen purple beside her, her eyes full of reluctance and love.

Rong Jing had just come out of seclusion at that time, but he was already very proficient in metaphysics. So he saw at a glance that the woman would die today, and her current struggle was just a last gasp.

As if she had noticed Rong Jing approaching, the woman suddenly raised her body with her willpower and looked at him eagerly, "Save me..."

Rong Jing couldn't save him at that time.

The woman seemed to sense something as well, and an expression that looked like she was crying but not crying appeared on her haggard face: "Save... the child..."

She gave birth to a deformed baby. Her husband's family thought the child was unlucky, and since the woman also suffered some injuries during childbirth, they cruelly threw both mother and child into a mass grave, leaving them to chance to survive for a few more days.

The woman could no longer hold on, but the child...

Rong Jing stopped and did not tell her that the child had actually died a long time ago. Instead, he nodded slightly.

When the woman saw this, a bright light suddenly burst out in her eyes, and then she closed her eyes with relief.

That was the first time that Rong Jing felt helplessness and confusion.

He silently chose a place with good feng shui to bury the woman and child, then opened his umbrella and walked to the next place.

He saw more and more, and the helplessness in his heart slowly turned into coldness.

The last image he could remember was the man who had thrown his wife into a mass grave, crying bitterly in the drizzle and begging him to take away the woman's vengeful ghost.

What was his mood at that time?

With a hint of mockery suddenly flashing in his eyes, Rong Jing - or rather Ning Chen walked to the door of the police station, slowly wiped the rain off the umbrella, and carefully folded it back into its original shape before turning around and walking in with a smile.

"Team Leader Li," he asked with a smile, "What did you gain today?"

Team leader Li - Lin Ruisheng looked up and met Rong Jing's gaze, and inexplicably felt a chill. Then when he looked carefully, that feeling seemed to have never appeared. The smile on the other's face was as gentle and gentlemanly as ever.

…

"Okay, click!"

The director stood up, and could not help but bend over to the monitor, carefully watching the retake a few times, and slowly exhaled: "...Yes, that's the feeling."

Rong Jing also came down from the set. He took the towel handed over by the crew and wiped his wet clothes, then thanked them earnestly.

The stage manager had heard rumors about Rong Jing before, but he didn't expect that although he looked cold, his temper was much better than many artists.

Smiling and waving his hands, the floor attendant was a little embarrassed: "Teacher Rong, you are too polite."

Rong Jing lowered his eyes slightly, then when he heard the director's call, he stood up and walked over.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. After filming for half a month, the Chinese New Year was approaching.

The crew deliberately gave the actors a five-day holiday and continued filming after the New Year.

Lin Ruisheng and others were busy going home to be with their families, so they naturally left after receiving the notice.

Rong Jing is alone, so there is no need to be so anxious.

After simply packing his luggage, Rong Jing walked out with the suitcase, and saw the figure of Yue Feng, the secretary he was already familiar with, outside.

"Master Rong." No matter when, Yue Feng always had an extremely respectful attitude when facing Rong Jing.

After nodding slightly as a response, Rong Jing handed the suitcase in his hand to the bodyguard beside him and said casually, "Is it Xie Xuanqing who asked you to come here again?"

Yue Feng: “…Yeah.”

As if he had guessed it long ago, Rong Jing didn't say much after asking. He just nodded faintly and turned to get in the car.