Even for an actor with rich emotions and empathy, it would be difficult to control the emotions in this scene. What's more, Shang Yechu has never experienced any fatherly love since birth—if Shang Hongxuan were to die, it would probably take Shang Yechu a long time to remember what her biological father looked like.
Shang Yechu was extremely anxious, tossing and turning on the earthen bed, unable to sleep for nights on end. When she couldn't sleep, she cursed Shang Hongxuan, hurling insults at his ancestors and wishing the old bastard would die. If Shang Hongxuan had ever shown her even a shred of fatherly love, Shang Yechu wouldn't be so devastated, unable to find a single point of reference for her grief!
This is a way to relieve stress, and 103 understands that perfectly. But hearing "xxx" and its homophones all over the place, 103 also feels helpless.
The production wouldn't stop just because Shang Yechu wasn't ready; the scene was finally about to start.
This was a crucial scene, and Gu Wenhua specially set aside an entire day for Shang Yechu. And Shang Yechu did not disappoint, not wasting Gu Wenhua's efforts at all—he had to do three takes right on his first appearance.
For the first time, the numbness in the face of her father's death was palpable, as if what died before Shang Yechu wasn't Yongfu, but some goose or something. There was absolutely no emotional response; it almost made me constipated.
The second time, Shang Yechu abandoned the method acting approach and reverted to the method acting approach, imagining Zheng Bohan lying on the ground—Zheng Bohan is dead, and the spy drama project naturally falls apart. This time, the grief was much more genuine, but it still remained superficial and fell far short of expectations.
The third time, Shang Yechu was both ashamed and embarrassed. In a moment of desperation, she could only resort to her best performance style and skillfully start crying.
This time, it wasn't Gu Wenhua who called for a halt, but Qi Ming.
Teacher Qi Ming frowned and said, "Xiao Ye, that's not how you act it out!"
Teacher Qi Ming is the acting authority in this crew. If she says it's not good enough, then this take is definitely not good enough. What's more, Shang Yechu herself can tell that her performance is completely wrong.
Ji Juntao went to great lengths to smear himself by having Shang Yechu participate in this play, hoping to teach her about pain. This was the final scene, and if Shang Yechu still couldn't learn "pain" and continued to use performative techniques to get by, then all of Ji Juntao's efforts would have been in vain.
Gu Wenhua himself was a newcomer and had no idea how to guide Shang Yechu. He could only recite what was in the textbook to Shang Yechu, then told her to rest and adjust her state. They could film again when she was in a better state.
It took Shang Yechu two hours to adjust her state. The entire crew was waiting for her alone, and everyone's eyes were on her, which increased the pressure on her.
The more Shang Yechu tried to adjust, the less she could get into character, and she broke out in a sweat from nervousness.
The character Xiao Yue is far more important to Shang Yechu than she imagined.
Shang Yechu closed her eyes and decisively said to 103, "Turn the volume up to the maximum!"
Not daring to provoke Shang Yechu, who was on the verge of a manic fit due to filming, 103 immediately turned the volume of the lines in Shang Yechu's head up to maximum. The sound nearly made Shang Yechu fall off her chair!
"Stop, stop, stop! Change it to another song," Shang Yechu said, her head throbbing. "Change it to a funeral song. My brain is about to explode."
103 started playing Chopin's "Funeral March" again.
As the somber and melancholic melody began, Shang Yechu still couldn't calm down.
"Change it again, change it to—"
Shang Yechu stumbled for a moment, unable to think of what to change it to.
When 103 stopped playing, the world suddenly became exceptionally quiet.
Shang Ye paused for a moment.
"Forget it, don't put anything in here. Just let me have some peace and quiet."
Shang Yechu closed her eyes, letting her consciousness sink into the boundless darkness.
Acting is a profession that requires imagination. Shang Yechu let her imagination run wild, imagining herself walking across an endless plain...
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