past star

No matter how many times I watch it, I am still shocked. My father's acting skills are impeccable.

Similar amber pupils, every look is soul-stirring.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to act too?"

The vague appearance of his father holding his smile came to memory, as clear as yesterday.

When he was young, he accompanied his father to the set, squatting beside the director, watching the scenes of joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the camera. Familiar figures staged unfamiliar stories, unreservedly showing superb and amazing acting skills, stunned.

After his father finished his part, he stepped off the stage and hugged him with a warm and loving smile.

"Do you want to try it too? Xiaoyu?"

The words are still in my ears.

So, I fell in love with acting without hesitation, and I never looked back.

This love has lasted for so many years, so when I gave up, I became more and more at a loss.

He can act well.

Wen Yanyu turned off the TV and sat on the bed with his knees hugged.

Long, long contemplation.

I got out of bed and took the script that was almost broken, facing the reflective glass window, and recited the recited lines over and over again.

He said to himself, I am Li Yu.

His figure was reflected in the glass window, familiar yet unfamiliar.

"As the lord of a country, I can't defend the country. Seeing my people suffer because of me, I..."

"Li Yu led his officials to come, please receive the national seal and the letter of surrender..."

"Jiamin, don't call me the lord of my country anymore, I'm already... the country is no longer in the past, where can I be the lord of the country..."

"Haha... Listen to what people outside are saying... Li Yu is a subjugated coward, weak and incompetent, ignorant of people, arrogant and lustful, indulging in Buddhism... Hahaha..."

"There...are there any monarchs who have failed more than me? What face should I use to face the people in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancestors..."

Yeah, what a failure.

Coming out of the room, it was late at night, and the corridor was empty without anyone.

Wen Yanyu walked to the end of the corridor, wearing only a shirt, it was a little cold at night, and walked up the side stairs to the top floor with his chest tightly held.

Before reaching the top floor, I vaguely heard a strange voice, and when I got closer, I found that it was the voice of someone talking on the phone.

"...you can just say it if you don't want to marry me, don't talk about Xue Xun with me, even if we had something, it's already over...Zhou Yi, you think I really don't know about you and that female anchor Is that enough, I've heard enough..."

Wen Yanyu just wanted to go downstairs, but Dai Qihong walked down quickly from the roof door, not wanting to be pushed open.

The moment she saw Wen Yanyu, Dai Qi quickly adjusted her expression.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing other people's privacy, Wen Yanyu was slightly embarrassed: "I can't sleep, I just want to..."

Dai Qi blinked, and returned to her usual glamorous and noble appearance: "Wen Yanyu, I really don't understand what you are struggling with?"

"I……"

"Isn't it just that his father died? When Xue Xun's father died, he was not even three years old. Should he cry to death?"

Wen Yanyu raised his head suddenly, with a faint pain in his eyes: "You don't understand."

Dai Qi smiled suddenly: "Wen Yanyu, compared to your ordinary acting skills in the daytime, you look like a person now. Because of a blow that has been suppressed for seven or eight years, you still can't recover, Wen Yanyu, don't you think you are too cowardly?" Can Xue Xun, after being accused by the director for a whole day, bear the shame to ask for advice, practice and rehearse all night until the next day without NG, can you do it? So, you really deserve it. Not Xue Xun."

Wen Yanyu remained silent and did not answer.

Dai Qi put her hands on her chest, turned her gaze, and suddenly asked, "The director Lian called you over today, because... he said that there is something wrong with your acting skills."

Wen Yanyu paused for a moment, then nodded.

"What are you going to do?"

Clenching his fists tightly, Wen Yanyu bowed his head and said, "If you have time, you can..."

"Why don't you ask Xue Xun for advice?"

"..."

"Because he likes you, you dare not approach? But you should understand better. Because of this, his guidance will definitely be the best. What does it have to do with him liking you? He didn't force you to accept it." He, isn’t he? Wen Yanyu, you clearly disregard public and private interests. If you really don’t like him, no matter what he does, it’s useless. Unless...unless you’re worried that you won’t be able to bear it if you’re with him for a long time. You fell in love with him, that's why you reject him so much?"

Dai Qi looked at Wen Yanyu's expressionless expression, laughed and shook her head, and walked downstairs from Wen Yanyu's side.

After walking to the next floor, Wen Yanyu replied in a shy voice, "I don't know."

Dai Qi's laughter grew louder, but it was slowly mixed with bitterness.

Xue Xun is really a good person, Wen Yanyu, you don't know how to be blessed while you are in the blessing, it's really...enviable.

After Dai Qi left, Wen Yanyu went up to the rooftop.

There is a cool breeze blowing on the spacious roof, and the body still feels slightly cool around the body.

The moonless night sky was stained with a faint mist.

Dai Qi's words echoed in his ears.

Whether it is right in the sentence, even he himself does not know.

But I was probably really cowardly, I didn't dare to face anything, and I chose the most negative way to escape everything, which was really far worse than my father's courage to ignore everything.

Originally, I also had so many ideals.

After all, he lived to be 26 years old and achieved nothing.

Wen Yanyu silently smiled at the sky.

Speaking of which, I and Li Yu are really similar.

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The broadcasted TV series looks very comfortable, but it takes a lot of hard work to shoot.

The temperature is starting to rise, but the actors still have to wear heavy and heavy costumes to shoot and pretend to be healthy. The other supporting actors are fine. They can take off their costumes when they don’t have a part in the scene, but the leading role with a heavy part is not like this Luckily, as long as you are shooting, you have to wear costumes anytime, anywhere.

As a result, cooling patches and small fans came on stage one by one, and the crew even specially transported ice cubes from the car refrigerator.

Staying at home all year round, although Wen Yanyu can't be called sick, it is true that he is in poor health.

Putting on the costumes and acting patiently, after a while, the whole body will be sweaty. The make-up artist complained several times, and Wen Yanyu could only smile and apologize.

Acting under such conditions requires more than just acting skills.

Xue Xun and Dai Qi had many assistants to take care of them, but there was no one around Wen Yanyu.

The ice cubes and ice water sent can only solve the emergency of burning coal, and how hot it should be when the official shooting is done.

Fortunately, it was a blessing in disguise. In the past few days, apart from repeatedly filming a few important scenes to strive for perfection, the director didn't care too much about acting skills. After all, he himself was too hot.

This kind of shooting lasted for nearly a week before Wen Yanyu realized that his body was a little bit overwhelmed, and even slightly dehydrated.

Originally, he wanted to ask for a day off, but after thinking about it, he finally didn't tell anyone to hold on to the stage, but just drank twice as much water during the interval. He really didn't want to delay the progress.

After drinking two sips of water, Xue Xun's female assistant brought over iced mung bean soup, one cup per person as usual.

Mung bean soup is indeed a good thing to relieve the heat, Wen Yanyu felt comfortable for a while after drinking it.

But it didn't take long before the feeling of thirst and dizziness returned.

Such symptoms became more severe in the afternoon of the second day.

Wen Yanyu read his lines affectionately to Dai Qi. Looking from a distance, the man in the Chinese dress had a jade-like crown and a handsome demeanor, while the woman in the goose yellow dress had jingle hairpins, her face was delicate and beautiful, and her talents and beauties complemented each other.

However, Wen Yanyu's vision began to blur, his clothes were almost soaked in sweat, the things he saw appeared double, and his stomach felt like vomiting repeatedly.

Finally, after speaking half of the lines in a low voice, Wen Yanyu fell straight down.

This completely scared the crew.

Those who help people help others, and those who make phone calls make phone calls.

In the panic, a calm voice sounded: "It's too late to call an ambulance, and take him directly to the hospital."

After he reacted, he saw that Xue Xun, who was still standing in the rest area waiting for the show, had picked up Wen Yanyu and walked quickly to the parking lot.

"Everyone rest first." Lian Jing waved his hand and hurriedly followed.

The reporters squatting outside the studio were chatting in twos and threes, when suddenly the door opened, and Xue Xun came out with Wen Yanyu in his arms.

The reporter who captured the picture looked at the camera blankly after taking the picture. Zhao Kuangyin hugged Li Yu, where did he come from?

Before waiting for a response, another staff came out.

"Please get out of the way, someone in front has fainted and needs to be sent to the hospital."

It was only then that the reporters came to their senses, and rushed to take pictures like chicken blood.

Xue Xun had already taken Wen Yanyu into the car driven by his assistant, and the nanny car drove out almost without stopping.

What remained under the lens of the camera was a jade belt in a brocade robe. Xue Xun, who had a loose figure, tightly pursed his lips and hugged Wen Yanyu, whose face was paler by the reflection of the white robe. The wide cuffs slid from the side with cloud-like blue hair. .

Ignoring the background, it looks like a scene in a pictorial.

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