Chapter 32: Indistinguishable Between You and Me
When people are vulnerable or their psychological defenses are attacked, they can easily become dependent on others who often share their body warmth.
This is not something very strange.
Bai You thought that he could control all of this within a reasonable and harmless range, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
He quickly withdrew his hand, changed his sitting position, took the cup of water handed to him by Tao Yin, and when Fang Zhi came over from the director's side, he handed one of the cups to him with a smile.
"Feeling better?" Fang Zhi asked.
"Yeah." Bai You smiled and nodded.
There are quite a few rivalry scenes between Shen Nian and Shen Junhua, father and son.
Because they often acted together and Fang Zhi had a kind personality, the two had already become familiar with each other over this period of time.
Different from the extroverted performance style of many young actors, Fang Zhi is more restrained in his acting and prefers to suppress his emotions.
It won't steal the show, but the emotions can flow more naturally, leading the rhythm without any pressure.
Bai You was impressed and yearned for such skillful and natural performance.
Naturally, he also benefited a lot from the other party during this period.
I realized that I had been to many places and had rich life experiences, and even my life seemed to have an indescribable sense of heaviness.
He only looks exceptionally young in appearance, and needs to deliberately act older to better fit the character of Shen Junhua.
He himself is completely different from Shen Junhua in the play. He is gentle and peaceful, without the slightest airs of an elder, and never keeps anything to himself.
Bai You occasionally had questions to ask, and he would always listen patiently, discuss and explain things to him without reservation.
Fang Zhi knew that this was the second senior who was both a teacher and a friend that Bai You met in this circle, besides Liu Ben.
He had no intention of hiding anything from Fang Zhi, so he sighed softly, "I just think that what the director said before makes a lot of sense."
The director said a lot of things, and Fang Zhi didn't know which one Bai You was referring to.
"You should have left by then. The director told me and Teacher Meng that young people should have a good relationship in order to truly understand love and act out emotional scenes well." Bai You smiled, "I thought that hard work can make up for lack of talent. Watching more, learning more, understanding more, and experiencing more can make up for the shortcomings in experience. But today's scene made me feel that the feeling and depth of acting are indeed different if you have experienced something and if you have not experienced it."
There are very few people in this world, or to be more precise, no one at all, who can truly empathize with the experiences of others.
Bai You has always known this truth.
But today's scene made him feel particularly deeply.
If he had not personally experienced those unfortunate events, Bai You believed that he could have completed this shot as well.
However, it will most likely take more time, just as the director has planned.
And it will not be completed so naturally and smoothly, and there will more or less leave some traces of performance that cannot be completely erased.
"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Fang Zhi beside him responded very softly, then lowered his eyes and looked at the cup of water in his hand.
Bai You was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized something.
He was usually quite thoughtful and had never mentioned the relevant topic in front of Fang Zhi.
Maybe my emotions were too volatile today and I forgot my limits for a moment.
Bai You pursed his lips and was about to change the subject, but Fang Zhi had already raised his eyes again.
"Excuse me," he said, "I was thinking of some things from my youth."
Noticing Bai You's expression, he smiled slightly: "It's nothing, actually. That experience is very precious to me, and I'm not ashamed to mention it."
Bai You tightened his grip on the water cup and nodded slightly.
"If you meet someone who really likes you in the future," Fang Zhi smiled and continued, "Don't be a coward and retreat like I did in the past. Be brave enough to walk towards him and hold his hand."
His eyes are bright and gentle.
It was like he had recalled the past thousands of times, and after the dust had settled, he had to kindly remind future generations not to follow in his footsteps.
Bai You was not aware of Fang Zhi and Zhou Xing's past.
After all, he was still young at that time, and to be precise, it could be considered as something that happened to his previous generation.
Although there are many rumors on the Internet, they are distorted due to the passage of time.
However, even though he didn't know what happened back then, at this moment, when Fang Zhi mentioned the past, he knew that even though that relationship had ruined his career, he had never regretted it.
Bai You had no intention of revealing his singleness to more people.
Moreover, it was inappropriate to say these things when Fang Zhi was reminiscing about the past.
He nodded to the other party, but he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart.
After a few words, footsteps were heard on the wooden stairs and Meng Qingyan came up.
He probably came directly from the company. At the moment, he was dressed in formal attire. He looked exceptionally elegant and calm, and he also exuded a calm temperament that was different from usual, which was quite different from Zhong Ling.
Seeing him going upstairs, Fang Zhi stood up with a smile and gave up his seat without saying a word.
Bai You was still in a daze and did not notice Fang Zhi's actions. Instead, he saw Meng Qingyan glance over here vaguely, then bend down behind Zhou Lian to watch the replay of the footage.
"Qing Yan is here." Zhou Lian said, "It just so happens that Teacher Fang and Teacher Bai's scene was finished ahead of schedule. How about we bring up the scene from this afternoon?"
Meng Qingyan looked at the footage being replayed repeatedly on the monitor, his eyes darkening slightly.
"In the afternoon," he took a half step back and leaned lazily on the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, "Lunch is in half an hour, and I haven't even put on makeup yet."
"You're not done with your makeup yet?" Zhou Lian didn't buy his nonsense and looked up at his handsome face. "Changing clothes means you're already 99% done with your makeup."
This statement clearly means praising his acting skills and good looks.
"Then there's no need to exploit the actors like this, right?" But Meng Qingyan refused to buy his tricks. He lowered his eyes with a half-smile, "The emotions in the scene just now were so intense. You should have someone calm down."
This is not professional at all and is not like Meng Qingyan's style.
Bai You realized that Meng Qingyan might have seen something from his performance in the previous paragraph.
His hands holding the cup tightened again, and he unconsciously lowered his eyes to look at the rim of the cup.
I didn't notice that my posture was almost exactly the same as the one I just saw.
Just as Zhou Lian was about to scold, there was a noise downstairs. Wei Yuan's group came back from work outside.
"What's going on with Cui Xuan?" Wei Yuan was always rough but thoughtful. Although he liked to make jokes, he was always polite and sensible. But at this moment, even he couldn't help cursing, "We said there would be a show this morning, but he hasn't come yet."
"Is this not his first time?" Zhou Lian asked, and then asked, "Is he the new guy in Gao Wenye's company?"
"Yes," Wei Yuan came up holding a bottle of water, a little surprised, "Oh, did you finish the morning task ahead of schedule?"
"Yeah." Zhou Lian was a little proud, and then said, "Call Gao Wenye. Those who have never seen a camera have to wait for the actors."
"That's because you don't have enough experience." Wei Yuan laughed, "Look at the groups below, there are many such things."
Then he said, "Forget it. Fortunately, he only has a few scenes. Gao Wenye is preparing for his wedding now. It's not good to disturb him for such a small matter."
"Is his boyfriend Mr. Ye's younger brother?" Zhou Lian asked.
"Yes," Wei Yuan smiled, "but in terms of appearance and temperament, he is far inferior to Teacher Ye. How come Teacher Ye was not the one who debuted in their family? It's strange."
Ye Zhiqiu is very talented and humble, and is very respected in the group.
When the topic was mentioned, everyone couldn't help but gossip for a while, and when they raised their wrists, ten minutes had passed.
"Forget it," Zhou Lian said, "then we can call it a day."
Then he looked at Bai You and Meng Qingyan. "This afternoon's scene is a bit difficult. Let's have dinner together later. It's a good opportunity to chat for a while."
Seeing that the two men agreed, Zhou Lian took out his cigarette box and went downstairs to smoke with Wei Yuan.
When most of the people upstairs had left, the pair of black leather shoes finally appeared in front of him.
Bai You raised his eyes and met Meng Qingyan's eyes.
"The water has gotten cold, right?" Meng Qingyan looked down at him, raised his voice slightly and asked, "Teacher Bai?"
"Then I'll go pour another cup." Tao Yin went out very tactfully, and soon came back with two cups of hot water.
"Thank you," Meng Qingyan thanked him after taking the cup, and then smiled and said, "Please help me call Gao Li or Ji Feng to send the tablet to me."
"Oh, okay." Tao Yin turned around and walked out quickly without any doubt.
"Where's your phone?" Bai You protested, a little amused, "That's my assistant."
"It doesn't matter." Meng Qingyan looked at him with a half-smile. After realizing that he was not affected too much, the corners of his lips finally curved slightly. "Sometimes, behind closed doors, it's hard to tell us apart."
Bai You was shocked. He didn't expect Meng Qingyan to be so shameless that he dared to talk nonsense on the set.
He looked around and found that there was only one staff member squatting deep in the corridor, far away from them, checking the lines. He then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you please have some shame?" he whispered, and couldn't help but kick Meng Qingyan's toes.
But when he thought of the way Meng Qingyan looked at him after watching the replay, his heart suddenly softened for a moment.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he said, "Actually, I'm fine."
He only told Meng Qingyan about his life experience, his mother's experience, and the rotten and smelly secret in his heart.
There's nothing wrong with saying a little more.
"Yeah." Meng Qingyan responded.
Bai You is very good at endurance. It's not the first day he knows this, and he has no intention of using brute force to poke open his scars.
For a moment, the air became subtly quiet.
But soon, the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs, and Ji Feng came up carrying Meng Qingyan's things.
However, there was a slight hesitation in his expression.
"Brother," he addressed him the same way as Takanari, but he held the tablet in his hand, not sure whether to hand it over or not, "The lunch box is here, Director Zhou asked you and Teacher Bai to come over."
Bai You laughed, winked at Meng Qingyan mischievously, and got up and went downstairs first.
The afternoon shoot took place at the staircase on the third floor, in front of Zhong Ling’s door.
The windows in the corridor were all covered with blackout curtains, and only a few night lights in the hallway emitted an orange glow.
Zhong Ling held the guitar in his arms and played it intermittently while leaning against the window.
He didn't stop what he was doing until he heard the sound of a car outside and looked outside.
That was Shen Nian’s car.
The guitar was casually placed aside, and Zhong Ling held his breath until the sound of unhurried footsteps came from the wooden stairs outside.
The sound of the footsteps seemed to be following a rhythm, easily reminding people of the always calm and elegant movements and expressions of the owner of the footsteps.
High and mighty, dignified yet indifferent, as spotless as the statues enshrined in the temple, but able to arouse the evil desire for conquest and destruction in people's hearts.
The door opened, and as expected, Shen Nian didn’t even lift an eyelid.
He passed his door and walked on.
Zhong Ling likes musical instruments and is good at capturing rhythm.
Even without trying very hard, one could tell that Shen Nian's steps hadn't even changed their rhythm.
From beginning to end.
"Brother." The boy had changed into pajamas, and the snow-white silk shirt casually outlined his tall and straight figure.
He took a step forward and stood in front of Shen Nian.
This was not the first time the two had clashed, and Shen Nian already understood his thoughts.
A well-fitting suit, a neat tie, and neatly combed hair...
In any aspect, he and Zhong Ling are not the same kind of people.
He raised his chin slightly, and the color in Shen Nian's eyes was cold and arrogant, as if he didn't even bother to pretend.
"Go away," he said, his voice extremely cold.
Zhong Ling laughed and ignored his warning and expulsion.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, slowly taking a step closer to him.
At this moment, it seemed that neither of them had a way out, and the east wind had to prevail over the west wind, or the west wind had to prevail over the east wind.
"Chen Nian," Zhong Ling changed his name, his eyes were filled with desire, and his question was straightforward and naked, "What do you think about sex?"
"Have you grown all your hair yet? Are you talking about sex?" Chen Nian sneered, his eyes were equally straightforward and naked, full of contempt.
"It's not a conversation, it's an interest." Zhong Ling leaned forward slightly, casually changing the subject.
But those dark eyes were full of aggression, as if they had stripped him of his clothes with their gaze.
"Brother," he curled his lips and smiled wickedly, "The first time I became interested in sex was when I saw you."
"I don't think it's an honor," Shen Nian said without avoiding or giving in, and the look in his eyes became a little colder, "It just proves that you and your mother are of the same kind."
Hearing this, Zhong Ling's mask, which he had always maintained very well, finally cracked.
The look in his eyes changed, and for a very brief moment, a barely perceptible hint of viciousness appeared in them.
But Shen Nian saw it.
He didn't think Zhong Ling had any feelings for his mother. In fact, he was targeting Lu Wanmei everywhere.
And his expression was definitely not because he wanted to protect his mother.
Pondering deeply, searching for the answer in the depths of my heart.
Perhaps, he felt ashamed because he was compared with Lu Wanmei?
Before he could finalize the thought in his heart, Zhong Ling's eyes regained their calmness.
"Yeah, I know," he said shamelessly, "Doesn't she want to sleep with you too?"
He leaned in again, more aggressively, his lips almost touching his earlobe: "Why, am I not as fresh as her?"
The corner of his forehead jumped unconsciously, and Shen Nian raised his hand and grabbed Zhong Ling's collar.
The force was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to strangle the boy in front of him with his collar.
The silk pajamas were too delicate to withstand his force. For a moment, several buttons on Zhong Ling's neck flew off and fell silently on the carpet in the corridor.
The strong, flexible skin of the boy's chest was revealed with scars upon scars.
When Shen Nian smoked, he could recognize it at a glance. One of the scars should have come from the malicious burns of the hot cigarette butts.
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