Cherry is stubborn
After getting his original phone back, Lu Xinyang transferred the data in it to his new phone, and then sent a message to his parents to report his situation.
I didn't call because I was afraid of getting excited and starting another fight. Maybe Lu Huaicheng and Liu Qingzhi had the same concerns, so they also only replied to a few messages.
He finished reading the message and said to Tang Lin, "My mom asked my uncle to send a hundred boxes of cherries. Please help me divide them among the crew. You and Teacher Ji each get one box, and give the rest away."
Tang Lin nodded in agreement. After a while, he came back and said, "That's not right. I counted twice and there were ninety-eight boxes each. It seems... there are two boxes missing?"
"It's okay," Lu Xinyang said, accustomed to it. "Twenty boxes missing is a problem, but only two boxes are fine. My uncle must have taken them. He's always like this, always stingy even when he gets something for nothing."
Tang Lin: “…”
It's true. Two boxes of cherries aren't enough to cover the gas for Lu Huaiqian's trip. You should at least take three boxes...
He ran to share the cherries while muttering to himself. Not long after, Ji Rongyu came over with a small bag of washed cherries, eating them while doing so, and put down his small stool next to Lu Xinyang.
"Did you apply medicine on that spot on your waist?" Ji Rongyu asked, "Is it feeling better?
"I wiped it off," Lu Xinyang subconsciously wanted to take off his pants, but then he thought it was wrong and picked up his clothes instead, "It's much better now, feel it."
Ji Rongyu didn't want to touch him at first, but since his clothes were already picked up, he decided to touch him.
Well, the smell of medicinal wine filled my nose, and the hard bruises did disappear a lot.
"Was it caused by falling down the stairs when you were pulled by the wire that day? Then it should not be just here." Ji Rongyu asked casually.
"Yes, there are also some on my legs, shoulders, back, and even toes. I just found out after I woke up from a sleep. I'll show them all when I get back?" Lu Xinyang actually sounded a little eager to try.
Ji Rongyu put his clothes down: "Then there's no need."
Lu Xinyang looked at him without saying anything.
Ji Rongyu added, "I won't give you cherries either."
"Tsk!!" Lu Xinyang shouted at the top of his lungs to show how indifferent he was.
Soon the break time came. Lu Xinyang patted his butt, stood up, and went to continue filming. Ji Rongyu continued to sit there, eating and watching him.
After finishing the last one, he reached for it again, but found nothing. The feeling between his interlaced fingers reminded him of the smooth skin on Lu Xinyang's waist.
When Ji Rongyu got home, he gave away the box of cherries that he hadn't eaten much of.
The bruises on Lu Xinyang's body will heal in a few days, but he will get new ones in a few days.
Fortunately, he has a strong learning ability and his cooperation with Wia has become better and better. He tried his best to minimize his injuries, and the smell of medicine on him and Tang Lin also dissipated a lot.
If fall prevention can be considered a professional skill, then his skills have been effectively trained and his overall self-confidence has increased significantly.
"Wait a moment before you're confident," Director Gao said. "This isn't a martial arts film. I want to see your acting skills, you know? Acting skills. You have to find the right emotions and use your performance to tell a story about a person."
After a pause, he continued, "This scene is the most intense collision between Fu Qianyu and Bai Qingheng. Can you act well?"
What we are going to film today is Bai Qingheng's collapse after discovering the secret of the scroll. However, the scroll contains the method to sustain his life. He refuses to open the scroll again, and therefore has a big quarrel with Fu Qianyu.
Lu Xinyang looked up from the script and said, "Of course no problem!"
Director Gao didn't say anything else and waved his hand to start the filming.
Based on his understanding of Lu Xinyang, it was no big deal for him to find the right emotional outburst once. The difficult part was that after being interrupted and restarted many times, he could still accurately express his emotions.
As expected, it took more than a dozen takes just to adjust the camera position and the different lighting effects. Add to that a few NGs caused by mistakes made by extras, and Lu Xinyang was visibly unable to maintain his form.
His performance was so weak and even became increasingly confused that he forgot his lines the moment Wen Zhuo, who was acting opposite him, opened his mouth, forcing everyone to start over for who knows how many times.
Director Gao frowned and looked at the replay, then asked him to rest for a while to regain his form.
But Lu Xinyang was frantic. He didn't know how the always free and courageous character in his heart could feel grief and indignation, how to endure, how to not shed tears but feel a sharp pain in his heart. So he could only feel his own heaviness. Nothing else.
There was a rustling of activity all around, yet it was incredibly quiet, no one talking. Looking at the staff waiting on the sidelines, and Wen Zhuo, immersed in his emotions, ready at any moment, he felt a suffocating pressure for the first time.
He had done something wrong, and he didn't know how to put the situation back on track, so he had no choice but to stand guiltily under everyone's gaze, subconsciously looking up for Ji Rongyu's figure.
The two looked at each other. Ji Rongyu moved his feet, but also shook his head at him.
Am I wrong again? Is it not possible to find my teacher Ji? Lu Xinyang reacted half a beat late. Yes, what Fu Qianyu was thinking and saying, Ji Rongyu had already written it clearly in the book.
The problem he faced was that he didn't know how to place his body in Fu Qianyu's emotions, and how emotions should drive his body.
Lu Xinyang was silent for a moment, then he said to Wen Zhuo, "No matter what, Fu Qianjue may be angry, but if he forces you to do something you don't want to do, then he's wrong."
Wen Zhuo raised his eyes, pushed the coffee away from his assistant's hand, and walked towards him. The cameras had already started up again, and the experienced extras each pulled someone back, while the staff quickly went about their duties.
Lu Xinyang continued, "At least we've found some common ground... So what are you thinking now? I thought I was protecting you, knowing you'd forgotten something, but I still pushed you like that. I was so wrong. Maybe only a beating can make you feel better?"
"Bang!" Wen Zhuo threw a punch without a word. Lu Xinyang instinctively wanted to cry out in pain, but when he looked into Wen Zhuo's eyes, they were now Bai Qingheng's. That look was like another invisible punch to him, knocking away the last bit of Lu Xinyang's self.
An unreserved fist rushed over and knocked his head crooked. Bai Qingheng's anger and fear poured out on him. The camera took a few close-ups of his face, but he steadied his gaze and focused it back on Bai Qingheng. For the first time, he completely ignored the camera.
"Hit me, hit me until you've vented your anger. But I'll still treat you well in my own way," he said, clasping his hands together and making the gesture Bai Qingheng had taught him when they were little. "I don't want the kind of regret that would only make me cry for you."
"I don't want the kind of regret that will only make me shed tears for you..." Ji Rongyu repeated this sentence silently, his eyes shining.
This was the line he wrote in the original book. He imagined that Fu Qianyu must be very stubborn when saying this, but the gesture made by Lu Xinyang gave this sentence a more complicated cause and effect, and suddenly linked the two people who had been separated for more than ten years in the story together.
After several consecutive punches, Lu Xinyang finally finished filming this scene. He grinned and left the scene, took the egg from Tang Lin and sat beside him to apply it on his face.
But he didn't stay still for long before he moved back to his new home and sauntered over to ask Wen Zhuo, "Have you ever played a role like this before? I think, um... this kind of fickle character... beating someone up while crying, then hugging the person afterward while saying things like, 'Leave me alone.'"
Lu Xinyang put down the egg in his hand and concluded: "It's really strange when you think about it carefully."
"No," Wen Zhuo smiled, "I didn't try idol dramas before."
"That's right," Lu Xinyang looked at him with admiration. "I've seen one of your plays, the one that ranks number one on your Baidu Encyclopedia. The role you played there is completely different from this one, but you performed both roles very well. How did you do it?"
It’s really good. Although Lu Xinyang couldn’t find any high-level words to praise it, he felt as if a certain period of Wen Zhuo’s life had been written with the name of that character, so he could act so realistically.
Wen Zhuo did not answer, but asked him: "Do you want to do it like me?"
"Ah?" Lu Xinyang was stunned.
"As actors, we perform, study how to perform, and play better roles in order to enrich our life experiences and career depth, and to go further in this circle. But do you want to continue in the entertainment industry?"
Wen Zhuo sighed and continued, "I heard Director Gao talk about why you came to film. I guess everyone on the crew knows about it. Everyone is wondering when you plan to become a hot topic on gossip about a rich second-generation kid who's venturing into the entertainment industry out of spite, and then earn yourself some traffic."
"Honestly, I envy you a little. You can play any role you want, but now it's your turn to envy me," Wen Zhuo said. "I can earn your envy because I have always insisted on doing what I should do. What about you? How long will you continue to be angry? What will happen after the anger subsides? Have you thought about these things?"
After filming so many scenes, Wen Zhuo knew very well how to control the rhythm. After he said this, he patted Lu Xinyang on the shoulder and walked away, leaving him space to figure it out alone.
So Lu Xinyang racked his brains and gave serious thought to the future development direction of his career as a big star.
Yes, he initially chose to enter the entertainment industry just because he was angry. So what happened to the person who made him angry?
He realized he hadn't thought about her in a while, so he asked Tang Lin about it. Tang Lin wasn't paying attention, so he just checked Jian Zhen's Weibo and said, "Let me see... Jian Zhen is also filming. There are a few other famous people in her crew, and they all seem to have a good relationship with her."
"Oh, she's doing pretty well then," Lu Xinyang said calmly, without any trace of his previous anger at causing trouble for others.
The person who had made him angry in the past is now completely unimportant to him, and will have nothing to do with him in the future.
So why does he continue to stay in the entertainment industry?
Lu Xinyang fell into deep thought.
It couldn't be like what he and Ji Rongyu said, just to put a photo of himself as the spokesperson on the bottle of National Old Vinegar...
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