Su Yin, who was drinking fruit and vegetable juice with Lin Xuaner at home, suddenly had a premonition that she was being called.
"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?" Lin Xuan'er drank the brown drink without changing her expression. Tang Yue and Wang Xingrui beside her turned green when they saw this.
Is this drink really safe for humans to drink?
"It's indeed not tasty," Su Yin admitted, then continued, "But the most important thing is that I'm a little emotional. No, I'm nervous."
"Is it because of the film festival?" Tang Yue put her arms around Su Yin's neck from behind. "You don't need to perform on the spot, so why are you so nervous?"
"It's just that the trailer has gotten so much attention," Su Yin sighed. Anyone else who heard her worry would probably be furious. "And then there are a bunch of people analyzing it, practically praising it as a masterpiece. You all know that the higher the expectations, the greater the potential for disappointment."
"That's right." Wang Xingrui nodded. "Just like my ranking this episode, I fell out of the top three for the first time. I feel like my singing is no different from before, but the audience's expectations of me are getting higher and higher."
"There's another challenger coming to the next round," Lin Xuan'er said, noting that Tang Yue and Wang Xingrui didn't drink the drinks she'd prepared, and instead drank a double portion. "And they're also acquaintances of ours."
Having said that, everyone turned their eyes to Wang Xingrui.
Monica used to hide it, but since her feelings for Wang Xingrui were discovered during their last appearance on the same stage, she has been speaking out.
She would mention Wang Xingrui on many occasions.
That was her identified opponent and her goal.
"No," Tang Yue's evaluation of Monica was very direct: "She is obviously Ruirui's toxic fan!"
"Don't say that," Wang Xingrui said, feeling embarrassed. "She just sees me as a competitor. But she should be pretty strong against other players."
"But among the rest of us," Lin Xuan'er said matter-of-factly, "there's no one easy to kick out."
"Yeah," Su Yin shook her head. "Looking at it this way, the pressure you two face is much greater than mine. I shouldn't be worrying about this."
Tang Yue leaned back and lay on the sofa. She waved her arms and said with a smile:
"What we should be worrying about now is when Yi Ling will come back. She finished filming her movie today, so she should still be out celebrating, right?"
"Don't wait any longer." Lin Xuan'er glanced at the time, thinking that if they waited any longer, it would affect the subsequent work. "Yiling is with Brother Yang, and he will definitely arrange accommodations for her. Let's send her a message and tell her we're going to bed first."
Everyone thought about tomorrow's activities and went back to their rooms to sleep.
Zhang Yiling was about to reach for the beer at this time, but was stopped by a pair of chopsticks.
She raised her head and met Zhou Yiyang's slightly red, but sober expression.
"I, I just want to try it."
"Your grandpa told me," Zhou Yiyang turned around and saw Zhang Yingyuan had fallen asleep leaning against a chair. "When you were ten, you secretly drank the wine he had hidden. You even took a sip and planned to finish the whole bottle!"
"Uncle Zhou," Zhang Yiling finished filming and her acting career. So her relationship with Zhou Yiyang was no longer that of a director and an actor. Naturally, she didn't respect Zhou Yiyang that much. "Are you trying to get me to drink? I'm a minor!"
"I would have almost forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it." Zhou Yiyang's eyes subconsciously fell on Zhang Yiling's chest, then immediately retracted. "Have you really never thought about becoming an actor?"
Zhang Yiling had already deftly bit open the beer cap with her mouth, and then gulped down a sip.
She put the beer aside, relaxed her whole body, and slumped in the chair like a jellyfish.
On nights in late spring and early summer, there is occasionally a breeze.
Zhou Yiyang smelled a mixture of barbecue and shampoo in the wind.
"No," Zhang Yiling said confidently. She raised her left hand and placed her right hand on her heaving chest. "Being an actor is so tiring! And it's okay to play myself, but when I play someone else, I can't tell which one is the real me."
Zhou Yiyang smiled. Zhang Yiling, who was completely relaxed, looked more like a character in the movie.
There is still a hint of innocence in precocity.
"I'm not trying to persuade you to become an actress." Zhou Yiyang moved his chair next to her. There weren't many people awake at the barbecue stall.
Some people fell asleep on the table, some leaned against the wall in a daze, and some sat on the terrace looking at the stars.
After briefly integrating into the group, everyone returns to being a lonely individual.
"But you're quite talented." Zhou Yiyang looked at Zhang Yiling and asked, "You look a bit like Su Yin. But compared to her, your talent is still a little lacking."
Zhang Yiling chuckled, not angry at all:
"How can I compare to Sister Su Yin's talent? I've seen the short film my grandfather filmed of her, and she's so beautiful and smart in it. I was able to play the female lead this time because the role was tailor-made for me."
"But Uncle Zhou, you should encourage the kids more instead of exposing the truth."
"But children have to grow up, right?" Zhou Yiyang ignored Zhang Yiling's address to him. "Instead of suddenly pushing the truth into her face one day, it's better to reveal it bit by bit."
"Yeah," Zhang Yiling suddenly lowered her eyes. She opened a bottle of wine while Zhou Yiyang wasn't paying attention. "It's good to tell me the truth bit by bit!"
"You're drunk."
Zhou Yiyang slapped his head in frustration. How could he have forgotten that no matter how mature Zhang Yiling was, she was only 15. How could she be any good at drinking?
When Zhang Yingyuan wakes up, he will probably blame him for not taking good care of his granddaughter.
"I'm not drunk." Zhang Yiling immediately stood up to prove she was sober. "Tell me, is life always this painful, or is it only like this when you're a kid?"
Zhou Yiyang never expected that Zhang Yiling would say the lines at this time.
But the look in her eyes, which clearly knew the answer but was still confused, and the expression on her face, which showed that she wanted to hear a different answer but was afraid of the answer in her heart, were all too accurate.
If the situation wasn't wrong, Zhou Yiyang would have wanted to take a picture of this scene.
"Always."
"No, it's more painful when you grow up."
They both spoke at the same time and gave different answers.
"Uncle Zhou," Zhang Yiling leaned over and whispered to Zhou Yiyang. Her breath smelled faintly of alcohol and mint candy. "I want to be a director."
"Hmm?" Zhou Yiyang looked at her encouragingly. "Director, it's a good choice. You've just inherited your grandfather's legacy."
"I want to shoot a story, a story that has troubled me for a long time." Zhang Yiling turned around, her thin figure looking somewhat pitiful in the moonlight.
"I once heard a director say that all his films are about his life. Every time he makes a film, he is healing himself. Uncle Zhou, I want to be like that too."
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