Do you deserve to tease me?

After filming these two scenes, the director was convinced, and the screenwriter was convinced.The way they look at me is not the same as before.

They look at me now as if they saw gleaming gold, a gorgeous star, a bright and high moon.

I'm not who they thought I was.

I am a genius.

Whether it is acting or appearance, I am impeccable.Although, I wear a mask.

But my aura is here, and my temperament is one in a million, which is hard to match by many people in the world.

I sighed faintly, and raised my hand to caress only half of the mask.

Yes.

My mask this time covered most of my face, leaving only a small half of my jade-like side face.

This is also a rare progress for me.

From the point of view of the director, he was a little surprised when he knew that I had played Mr. Fang, but after watching my role as Xian Jun, he was convinced.

He finally understood why I, a fool, did not want to reveal my real name, but was willing to be a weak little star on the Internet.

Because of me, it is so dazzling that people will never forget it.

My low-key is a rare good quality, he shouldn't suspect that there is some terrible conspiracy behind me.

The director moved me and took my hand with tears in his eyes.

The director said to me: "Your acting skills are really good. Seeing you, I feel like I've really seen a fairy."

I'm a little embarrassed, I said director, you're flattering me too much.

The director's expression instantly became extremely serious: "What nonsense, I never speak out of my conscience. Back then, I thought your acting skills were blown out by fans. Seeing is better than hearing. Now I know, they You haven't blown enough, not even one-tenth of you."

Am I really that good?I can't help asking myself.

Yes.

I understand that in my more than 20 years of life, I have never felt that there is something wrong with me.

I usually feel that I am so good that I have no shortcomings, no shortcomings are my only shortcomings, I am the center of the world, I am worthy of being me, Shen Yuyin.

But over the years, when I suddenly heard such sincere praise from people I have never met before, I also hesitated a little.

I set my sights on Fu Yanxu, wondering if he could give me a little answer to solve my puzzle.

As a result, this guy looked back.

We both stared at each other for tens of seconds inexplicably and silently, until the director yelled: "Yes! That's the style! You two still want to shoot? Why are you standing there, turn on the camera!!"

...I didn't even have a chance to refuse, and was forced by the director to have a shoot with Fu Yanxu.

When we left the crew, the atmosphere between us was exactly the same as the awkwardness at the beginning.

This awkward silence lasted less than a few minutes.

Because the president was the first to break the silence.

No way, I am better, I always have to bear more, I am used to it.

I asked Fu Yanxu: "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Yanxu leaned back on the back seat in a disfigured manner, and asked, "You didn't think about it?"

I said no for the time being, but I can eat anything, as long as I don’t mention the Manchu Banquet, I can accept it.

Fu Yanxu thought for a while: "I remember there is an old brand shop in this city."

"Western Chinese food?" I asked.

Fu Yanxu replied: "Home cooking, do you want to eat?"

I paused and said with a smile: "Okay, big star, you have improved, and you still ask me if you want to eat."

Fu Yanxu also laughed.

He replied to me: "I mean, it's fine if you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself."

……what.

I was extremely helpless: "You called to make a reservation? Let me locate it and go there now."

Fu Yanxu and I really went to the famous old shop recommended by him.

Three kinds of home-cooked dishes were fried, plus a side dish soup.It is delicious, completely different from the delicacies I eat, pure, simple, and unpretentious.

I kind of like it.

Then Fu Yanxu asked me through the steaming smoke: "Would you hate Second Young Master?"

He is so dedicated.

I sighed with mixed feelings: "You have to ask this when you have dinner?"

Fu Yanxu said: "Understanding the thoughts of the actors in the opponent's play can be regarded as honing one's acting skills. Just take today's few scenes as an example, I really can't see how you can control the emotional transition of Xianjun. To be honest, I Almost missed it."

I said that in fact, I don't have much thought about Xianjun's mental journey.

I just put myself in his shoes and thought about how I would feel if I were him, living ruthlessly, without desire, and without affection for countless years.

Fu Yanxu asked me: "Your counterpart is also the same?"

I thought about it.

I said no, Mr. Fang, my acting skills were still to be improved at that time, but now I just found a more favorable way.

Compared with experienced people, this way of thinking of mine tends to get me entangled in knots, but I have some fun in it.

The idea of ​​perceiving each character is not my original intention, I will only see and think from my perspective.

In general.

I don't have empathy with them, I won't fully empathize.I will only be myself, no matter in or out of the play.

Fu Yanxu also sighed softly, and he smiled very inconspicuously: "Second Young Master is kind, but he is kind enough to make people feel indifferent. I also realized that he hadn't done anything. I just thought, would Xianjun hate him? Would he feel that he hated him for such a short day in the next thousand years?"

I shook my head.

Fu Yanxu asked me why.

I replied to him: "If Xianjun can hate, he is not him. He is crazy, self-destructive, has no bottom line, and has changed himself beyond recognition. It is not because he holds hatred, but because this body and soul can no longer carry more Feelings. If he carries any more points, he will completely lose himself."

After a pause, I slowly continued: "He is arrogant, and he doesn't bow his head. The Second Young Master just made him go to the source of self-destruction, but not the result of his self-destruction. Whether he hates it or not, when he gets to this point, He no longer has the option of going back to the original one. Perhaps in Xianjun’s view, living this life ruthlessly and righteously is really boring, so he would rather perish in the world.”

--do you know.

I turned my head to look at the bright lights outside the window of the private room, and the heavy traffic.

I whispered: "Perhaps for him, the time when the Second Young Master desperately saved him is the time when he wants to die the most."

In such a serious atmosphere, Fu Yanxu suddenly laughed.

He said to me: "Before today, I never considered whether Xianjun wanted to live or die. Hearing you say this, maybe it was wrong for me to ask the screenwriter to change the ending."

After a few seconds of silence, he asked almost to himself, "Did he never think about living?"

This problem is a little more serious.

I told him that there is no need to overcomplicate Xianjun's ending.

Whether it is alive or dead, to be honest, there is not much difference for Yu Xianjun.

He has long been heartbroken and turned to ashes, so numb that he will no longer be moved by anything. Just walking on the road in the world, people will always encounter variables more or less.

The second son is his most obvious variable.

Maybe before they met each other, they didn't think about how to move forward in the future.

But if you go down one road, one day, you will come to the end and come to the end. ——whether good or bad, desired or unwilling.

He has been in heaven for thousands of years, with no relatives, no friends, no love and no desire.Say he is elegant, but he is superior, say he is superior, but he is the loneliest.

The more lonely you are, the more invisible you are.

He is wearing a mask, and no one can see what kind of expression he will have under the mask.

No one can use this to see what kind of life he wants.

I lightly tapped on the edge of the table and sighed: "If he lives on, he can live a good life, because he has lived for thousands of years, and there is nothing he can't live on. If he dies, he has no regrets. At that point, he had no regrets at all."

He is free and easy.Because he doesn't care about the boundary between life and death, and he won't be entangled in regret.

His sincerity, which is full of dust and hard to see the light, seems to be dying.

Fu Yanxu turned to me and asked, "Then does he want to die more than live?"

I was silent for a moment.

Then under Fu Yanxu's gaze, he slowly shook his head.

Fu Yanxu lowered her head and sighed.

When he looked up again, the first thing he said to me was: "Are you drinking?"

I advised him to drink less.

After all, I remember the last time I drank, he and Ye Chaoying got so drunk that they lost their minds, and the last time I drank, he drank until eighteen people came to strike up a conversation.

Generally speaking, Fu Yanxu's drinking is not good.

I'm not in the mood to exchange cups with him.

But Fu Yanxu said: "If you don't drink with me, then you don't regard me as a friend."

...that made me a little confused.

I wondered when this guy and I became friends?

My doubts were so clear, even if I didn't speak, Fu Yanxu understood my silence.

He smiled indifferently, and replied lightly: "I don't even envy you anymore, isn't it normal to be friends?"

The president shook his head in a very naive and dazed manner.

I would say this is not normal.

Big problem.

Fu Yanxu said: "I used to regard you as a rival in love, so I was jealous of you. Now I regard you as a friend, so I neither envy you nor hate you."

I asked casually: "Then do I need to thank you for reining in the precipice and turning the prodigal son back?"

Fu Yanxu smiled and said no.

He said: "The ancients had clouds and leaves blocking their eyes. I didn't think I would be like this before. Now that I think about it, there is really no need."

He paused, and said to me so seriously and frankly.

--"Thanks."

I was startled.

I wanted to ask him what he was thankful for, but he answered me first: "Thank you for lying to me when I was drunk that time."

... Sighing, I took out the coin with heads on both sides from my pocket.

I tapped the coin on the table lightly.

I said in a complicated mood, "Then what did you do to hide from me?"

"Become angry from embarrassment," Fu Yanxu was calmer than ever before, he even had the leisure to joke, "When I sobered up, I almost hit my head to death."

It's not a good experience to lose face in front of a rival.He said.