Chapter 737 Humility
"And he's very modest. Before, when Shen Pianxian wasn't around, everyone was chatting and praising him for his talent. Guess what he replied?"
The lighting guy raised his eyes mysteriously at the reporter and said,
"He said that only someone like Shen Pianxian is truly talented, and he himself is far from good enough. He also said that he could clearly feel the difference when he was acting with Shen Pianxian, and sometimes he even felt that he was terrible."
"Is that why he works so hard?"
The reporter thought he had heard some very interesting gossip and made an excited guess.
"You work so hard because you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with Shen Pianxian, right?"
"Forehead……"
The lighting engineer finally realized that this was a gossip reporter and tied a knot, stammering,
"No, they have this awareness themselves."
Then he cleverly changed the subject back to
"Anyway, our crew really admires him. Even Senior Yang Tianlu said he's going to be something special in the future. He's got good character, good looks, great acting skills, and he can even draw. Maybe because of these reasons, everyone thinks he's quite distant. He's too talented, and he doesn't have a sunny personality, so naturally he feels a bit detached from the crowd, hahaha."
Although there was no gossip to listen to, the reporter still nodded in agreement after hearing this answer.
In fact, since the camera started following him yesterday, the reporter discovered that this newcomer named Su Yu is not actually a cool and aloof star.
He would open his own car door, order his own wine and food, and would not ask his assistant to massage his shoulders or fan him during breaks in filming. He even personally served food to his assistant yesterday.
He is not aloof at all, but he has an inexplicable nobility that naturally distances him from ordinary people.
At this distance, whatever the boy did seemed natural.
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Start filming.
It was a monologue he had in his bedroom.
The faint morning light shone through the window, vaguely outlining the silhouette of a young man sitting on a chair.
As the reporter watched, he inexplicably felt himself being drawn into a depressed and silent atmosphere.
I got into the role very quickly.
He looked at the figure and sighed in his heart.
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【Deep Sea Radio】
Once again, I opened my eyes in the early morning.
Wen Lueyan sat on the chair, silently looking at the light and shadow cast on the table.
The tabletop is brown, smooth oak of good quality.
It was empty and clean without a speck of dust.
Perhaps it was because the cold air was too strong that slowed down his blood circulation, or because the light was too dim, causing his cerebral cortex, which had just woken up, to become confused.
In his drowsiness, he seemed to see the quiet desk lamp light up gently, and the orange light sprinkled on the brown table. The test papers and exercises that had been taken away long ago were silently turning page by page, and returned to him as if time had gone back.
The morning light outside the window seemed to gradually dim, and a full moon and the dim morning light met in the sky.
The world was like chaos at the beginning.
And on this familiar table, which was covered with test papers and exercises, there was an old radio.
The traces of peeling paint are mottled and illuminated by the orange light, making them look blurry and uncertain like an illusion.
There was a crackling sound coming from the grid-like loudspeaker, and various radio channels flowed by intermittently. Finally, a soft and pleasant female voice came out, with a faint smile, and reached his ears.
"Hello everyone, this is Deep Sea Radio..."
Wen Lueyan suddenly opened his eyelids, and his amber pupils reflected the empty table in the dim light and the dust floating in the air.
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