After finishing the last stroke of the character "悔" (regret), Shang Yechu let out a long breath, feeling completely refreshed.
An indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment welled up in Shang Yechu's heart, and she felt a surge of energy from the top of her head to the soles of her feet!
This was the first time she had ever analyzed a character so profoundly. The thrill of sharply dissecting the character's inner world, interpreting her inch by inch, and resonating with her was something Shang Yechu had never experienced before.
Xiao Yue is different from Xiao Fengque. Xiao Fengque has a novel of millions of words, and Jiang Shang Nongchao Sheng has written about everything from head to toe, so Shang Yetu doesn't need to interpret it.
Xiao Yue is also different from Princess Pingzhao. Shang Yechu can naturally empathize with Princess Pingzhao's ambition; rather than acting as Princess Pingzhao, she is acting as herself.
Xiao Yue is just Xiao Yue. When Shang Yechu unveiled the mystery of this character stroke by stroke, the sense of accomplishment from successfully deciphering the mystery far surpassed that of interpreting any other fully revealed character.
Sheng Wenzhi is right; this character is indeed extremely complex. She is even a microcosm of a segment of the Chinese intellectual class!
When you are successful, you should help others; when you are unsuccessful, you should cultivate your own virtue.
Is such an interpretation too cold-blooded? Is it too inhumane, or even seems like judging others by one's own petty standards?
Shang Yechu stopped dwelling on the issue. Art films can be interpreted in multiple ways. This was Shang Yechu's own interpretation, and she believed it to be correct.
After finishing the character biography, Shang Yechu seemed to have suddenly gained a newfound understanding of how to play the role.
The impatient expression she showed during the morning rehearsal was correct in direction and basically in line with the character's persona. This relieved Shang Yechu.
How lucky! Although she was caught off guard by Teacher Qi Ming's attack, Shang Yechu's instincts allowed her to instantly control herself and make the most appropriate expression. At that time, Shang Yechu hadn't fully understood the script yet, so she didn't know how she managed to do it.
After finishing the short biography, Shang Yechu finally noticed that 103 was still playing crows in her head. She was so engrossed in writing that she had completely forgotten about it.
"103, take a break." Shang Yechu clapped her hands. "It's time to change the record."
"What record?" The crow's cawing finally stopped, and for a moment, Shang Yechu's mind went blank, as if the cawing was still echoing.
Shang Yechu shook his head, trying to clear the recurring cawing of crows from his mind. He picked up his pen and quickly circled more than a dozen paragraphs on the script.
"Here, that's it. You can read aloud, right? Record these lines and put them on a 'record' so I can play them on repeat in my head." Shang Yechu rubbed his temples. "Just keep the same volume as before."
103 read dryly, "Xiao Yue, what's the use of reading so many books? Just get married early and have a few children..."
103 stopped reading and said, "You're really tough on yourself. With all this nonsense in your head all the time, aren't you afraid of getting bipolar disorder?"
"This is for... never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I explained." Shang Yechu clicked her tongue. "But there really needs to be some kind of reward system. If you think I handled Teacher Qi Ming's acting well, then stop playing it, how about that?"
103 flatly refused: "I don't understand acting."
"Do whatever you feel like." Shang Yechu didn't really expect a system to appreciate any acting skills. "Read it quickly. I'm still not used to having no sound in my head."
103: "Weight, pay the weight first."
Shang Yechu pouted and handed over her weight. Only then did the stingy system begin reading the script.
Just then, Sheng Wenzhi entered the room with a sullen face. Shang Yechu noticed that she had changed her shoes and was dragging a suitcase behind her.
"Are we going to stay here?" Shang Yechu raised an eyebrow and voiced her question.
Sheng Wenzhi looked displeased, nodded and said, "I'm very interested in this script and would like to see how you film it."
Shang Yechu immediately said, "Where are you planning to stay? There's no space in my house."
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