☆、Chapter 11 Excellent

Lu Congxu was very familiar with both old people. During the years on Qingzhu Island, he and Wen Mianyu spent a happy and secret childhood with the two old people, and buried deep secrets in their love.

Having just heard of The Peony Pavilion, Lu Congxu found it difficult to get into the play. The familiar scene at this moment evoked a flood of memories. The man was in a trance for a moment and subconsciously reached out to touch Wen Mianyu's back. In his eyes, the back figure overlapped to become Duan Xiuhua, and seemed to be Wen Mianyu.

There was a blank period of more than ten seconds on the field. Lu Congxu did not move or speak. The silence was stretched to an infinite length. Everyone in front of the judges' seats was a little surprised.

Lu Congxu has reached his current status by acting in one play after another. He is known for being able to get into the role in a second and never making any NGs. He never shows any fear in front of even the most powerful veteran actors. No one has ever seen him lose his composure like this.

Director Lin stood up and considered whether to call a halt.

At this moment, Wen Mianyu turned around, gave Lu Congxu a somewhat cramped smile, and said, "Why are you so silly? My daughter has a boyfriend and you don't know what to say?"

She improvised and continued acting.

Lu Congxu was still a little dazed, and subconsciously shook his head, "No."

"Then why aren't you talking?" Wen Mian walked towards him and stopped in front of him. "Why, don't you want your daughter to have a boyfriend?"

The emotion in her eyes was not what Wen Mianyu should have.

Lu Congxu had just come to his senses and remembered his own lines, but in this situation, he couldn't continue, so he continued on his own, "I was just thinking that Xiaomei already has a boyfriend, and we are really old."

"How can you be old? You are not even fifty. You will always be young in my eyes."

Wen Mianyu seemed a little embarrassed as she spoke, and lowered her eyes slightly to hide the little girl-like shyness that she inadvertently revealed. That was her true nature that she only revealed in front of her beloved.

Then she raised her head, her eyes as gentle as before. She raised her hand and gently stroked Lu Congxu's face, her fingertips gently caressing the corners of his eyes. "Twenty years can pass so quickly. You've even got wrinkles."

Miraculously, he picked up the lines from the script.

Lu Congxu was instantly drawn into the play, and his gaze softened as he said, "You're still the same."

"It's because I'm with you and doing what I like that time seems to pass so quickly." Wen Mianyu smiled, turned around, and looked out with a long gaze as if he could see the waves of the sea outside the window through the white wall.

Lu Congxu walked forward, hugged her from behind, and said, "We still have another twenty years. By then, our little granddaughter will come back with her boyfriend."

At this moment, the person in his arms was no longer the love-struck Su Moli, nor was it Wen Mianyu who always made him think of her vaguely, but Duan Xiuhua in the play.

Wen Mianyu was no longer Wen Mianyu. She leaned back against Lu Congxu and said softly, "Okay."

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"The acting is really good. He's a good talent. It's been a long time since I've seen a newcomer with such excellent acting skills."

"That's right. Just looking at the first hundred or so, I felt like today's auditions were a waste of time. Finally, someone pretty good came out."

"Not only does he have outstanding acting skills, but he also has excellent opera skills. He can sing both Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera well."

Amazed by Wen Mianyu's performance, several judges were still discussing it with great interest even after she left.

The assistant director carefully flipped through the resume Wen Mianyu brought and said in surprise, "With such outstanding acting skills and looks, he's only been playing supporting roles?"