"Director An, don't worry, I have a way to get him to play this role well." Chi Li smiled slightly and directly reassured An Yihe.
An Yihe was taken aback. "What method?"
To be honest, he hasn't figured out how to 'train' An Che yet.
I've tried several times before, but I always fell short.
But that one small difference can be fatal on the big screen.
If he lacked confidence, where did Chi Li get it from? Was he just teasing him?
"This needs to be kept secret for now," Chi Li said softly, "But I think my method is likely to be effective."
An Yihe was silent for a few seconds. He shouldn't have believed this young man's boastful words, but he hesitated before asking, "... Can it be effective immediately?"
Chi Li nodded emphatically. "Yes."
"Okay... anyway, we can verify it tomorrow."
An Yihe glanced at An Che and saw his innocent and bewildered expression. The little hope that had just risen within him was immediately shattered.
... He's really dreaming!
After the dinner party ended, An Che quickly walked to Chi Li's side and began to launch into a tirade:
"Hey, you greenhorn, what are you bragging about in front of An Yihe? Where do you get the confidence that you can train me?"
There wasn't a drop of alcohol on the table just now, how could he be talking nonsense?
"You lack confidence in yourself?" Chi Li turned her head and looked at him with amusement.
It's clear to anyone with eyes that, besides An Yihe, An Che himself also has high hopes for An Che.
Although he seemed indifferent and appeared particularly relaxed, he still wanted to use his acting skills to prove the audience wrong.
He clearly wants to improve.
If he didn't have the desire to improve, An Yihe would never have worried about him so much.
"... Of course I have." An Che casually twirled his sword in the air, dismissing it with a disdainful look. "But you can't take credit for my superb acting skills with just a few words, can you?"
Yes, people can sometimes be blindly confident.
"Hmm... I'll tell you the method, and you can figure it out for yourself?" Chi Li didn't burst his bubble of confidence.
An Che tilted his head up slightly. "Mm."
Chi Li: "Let me make this clear beforehand, my practice is considered heretical. Whether it succeeds or not depends on you."
Stop nagging.
" Shen Jinglan is someone who rarely shows his emotions, right?" Chi Li began with a question.
"Right."
This role fell to him precisely because he rarely expressed his emotions outwardly.
"This kind of role is so easy to make you look expressionless if you're not careful."
"... hold head high."
He has indeed been criticized for having a poker face...
"Then why don't you think about whether there's someone around you who you can use as a reference point for your performance?" Chi Li suggested.
An Che quickly realized, "... You mean, Shen Yu?"
Indeed, Shen Yu is a gentlemanly man, rarely showing any extra emotions on his face.
But after Chi Li's reminder, An Che was able to clearly recall the many vivid expressions that appeared on that person's face.
A slight frown of helplessness, a soft smile in her eyes, a gritted teeth uttering "You just wait," and a dark and dangerous aura that makes one's legs go weak when she's angered by her own words.
Oh, I see.
No wonder he's called a heretical cultivator; it turns out they wanted him to act like Shen Yu.
How did Chi Li know that his favorite thing to do was to imitate Shen Yu's stern face and lecture people?
"Yes." Chi Li nodded. "It's Shen Yu. Although the core of the character is different, the facial muscles involved in the emotions should be the same."
"Oh." An Che's lips curled up uncontrollably, his eyes crinkling. "Then doesn't that give me a legitimate reason to harass him?"
Chi Li: "..."
He didn't need to say that much.
Never mind... let this person figure it out on their own.
The following day, the opening ceremony for " Old Friends of Mountains and Rivers " was held, and filming officially began.
An Yihe sat in front of the monitor with a heavy expression, watching An Che's first scene on the screen.
He didn't believe Chi Li's "boasting".
But it must be admitted that he still harbors a secret expectation about it.
Even though the odds of winning the lottery are low, there's still a chance to win, right?
This is a scene of conflict.
The matter that Shen Jinglan and Jiang Buyi were investigating was about to come to light. The two were hunted down by the mastermind behind it all, but they managed to escape. After reviewing their investigation in a dilapidated temple, they made different choices.
Shen Jinglan is single-minded; once he starts something, he's determined to keep going, no matter how many obstacles lie ahead.
Jiang Buyi felt that the two were no match for the person behind the scenes for the time being, and suggested that they retreat temporarily, accumulate strength, and then make a comeback. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.
--
Jiang Buyi squatted in the corner and started a fire.
The firewood was wet and wouldn't light for a long time. He blew on it and cursed, cursing the heavens and the earth, cursing that this dilapidated temple didn't even have a single dry firewood.
The cursing suddenly stopped.
The flames flickered and leaped upwards.
Jiang Buyi stared at the faint firelight for a while, then looked at Shen Jinglan and suddenly asked, "Are you still going?"
Shen Jinglan didn't speak, only her lower lip trembled slightly.
"I'm asking you a question!" Jiang Buyi raised his voice.
Shen Jinglan sheathed his sword and finally raised his head.
The firelight cast flickering light on his face, obscuring his expression.
"Go."
Just one word.
Jiang Buyi stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled, but it was a bitter smile.
Do you know who that person is?
Shen Jinglan did not answer.
Do you know how many of them there are?
Shen Jinglan still didn't answer.
"Do you know we almost died there today?!"
Shen Jinglan finally spoke, "I know."
"You knew that, yet you still went?" Jiang Buyi said irritably.
Shen Jinglan: "What else?"
Jiang Buyi was speechless.
Shen Jinglan stood up, walked to the entrance of the dilapidated temple, and looked at the sky outside.
It was getting dark, and it looked like it was going to rain again. He stood there, his back to Jiang Buyi, his voice flat, as if he were talking about someone else.
"When I was seven years old, my father taught me a lesson."
"In life and in work, the worst thing is not failing to complete something, but giving up halfway through. Once you start, you must achieve a result, even if that result is not what you hoped for."
"That's the only lesson he ever taught me."
He's still the same.
But if you look closely, you can see the sorrow and longing on his face.
Jiang Buyi remained silent for a long time.
A crackling sound came from the fire.
Jiang Buyi stood up, walked to Shen Jinglan's side, and stood with him at the door, looking at the gray sky outside.
"You're really stubborn..."
Shen Jinglan did not refute.
Jiang Buyi turned his head to look at him, a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes weren't smiling. "Do you know what you call acting like this?"
After asking the question, he interrupted Shen Jinglan to answer, "Calling it suicide."
Shen Jinglan: "I know."
"You knew that, yet you still went?"
"Go."
Jiang Buyi fell silent again.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Do you know how my master died?"