Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Bai Lu squatted down, leaning against the door, with her script lying at her feet.

She buried her face in her knees.

Actually, by the fourth take, I gradually found the character's essence.

The director's stern look immediately threw him into a panic.

It's not Guo Jianyong's fault.

I actually understand Guo Jianyong.

Because she was just a minor supporting character, and could be replaced at any time.

The entire crew, including lighting, photography, and production staff, was waiting for her, a special guest actress.

The prop truck is still waiting outside for the next location; every minute wasted is a cost.

If it weren't for Jiang Yang's sake, Guo Jianyong would have already put the substitute on.

The real culprit is yourself.

When will I finally get rid of this habit of panicking and getting scared when my boss yells at me?

The moment the person in charge frowns or raises their voice, she becomes extremely careful even when breathing, and everything she had prepared beforehand falls apart.

That's how it was when I was studying.

Even though I've memorized the ancient poems perfectly, what happens when the teacher sternly asks, "Are you sure you memorized them like this?"

He immediately panicked and changed his mind, but ended up saying the wrong thing.

This was especially true when I was a trainee in South Korea.

The judge frowned and said, "The movements lack power, and the expression is too stiff."

The subsequent singing and dancing became chaotic, and even the most familiar dance steps were out of sync.

When I was working as a Taobao model, the photographer urged me, "Keep your expression natural, don't look stiff."

The smile on her lips became even more stiff than the prop.

Now that she's working as Jiang Yang's assistant, things usually go well when they're coordinating work. But if she makes a small mistake, like forgetting to record the itinerary, and Jiang Yang gives her a few pointers, she just laughs it off on the surface.

I feel so guilty at night that I can't sleep.

I feel like I can't even do this little thing right.

To correct this habit, she forced herself to do many daring things.

Practice your social skills by striking up conversations with bubble tea shop staff and taxi drivers.

Even when working as a model, she would secretly record conversations with difficult bosses or photographers.

But all of this only thickened her skin when facing strangers.

When it comes to serious matters, the moment there's any sign of messing things up, that deep-seated panic will resurface.

Especially now, with so many people watching her embarrass herself, her seemingly thick skin has become as thin as paper, easily torn with a gentle poke.

Hearing the door open, she assumed it was the director calling in the crew to tell her to continue filming.

Bai Lu subconsciously stood up, frantically trying to wipe away her tears.

I felt my pockets and they were empty.

I rushed to the film set this morning and left my tissues in the dressing room.

She rubbed her cheek hard with the back of her hand, until the corner of her eye hurt a little, and she felt even more flustered.

"I'm ready. Is the director calling me to go on stage? I can act well..." Bai Lu's voice was choked with emotion as she subconsciously tried to speak.

The voice behind her interrupted her first.

Hear the words.

Bai Lu turned around and looked: "Hao Chun?"

Their gazes fell on Liu Haochun, who had just closed the door.

This girl, who is six years younger than me, was wearing a theatrical costume and still had her hair ornaments on.

It's obvious that he came from the set of "Fighter of the Destiny".

Because in the previous filming studio for "Fighter of the Destiny," when Liu Haochun was acting opposite him, Liu Haochun was wearing the same outfit.

The costume worn by the little black dragon in the TV series "Fighter of the Destiny".

"I'm here to help you, Sister Bailu," Liu Haochun said again.

There wasn't much time for pleasantries with Bai Lu.

She's not good at chatting with others either.

They got straight to business as soon as they came in.

Pick up the script at Bailu's feet. The pages have obvious creases, from Bailu practicing her lines the night before.

Liu Haochun blew the dust off his clothes: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Bai Lu paused, taken aback.

Can Liu Haochun help her?
How can I help?

Acting skills can't be improved in a short time, unless... unless it's Jiang Yang.

Liu Haochun added, "Jiang Yang sent me."

"The boss?" Bai Lu snapped out of her daze. "Did the boss send you to help me?"

"Yes, let me try."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. What do I need to do?"

"Tell me first, which scene is it...?"

Liu Haochun suddenly stopped speaking, realizing that Bai Lu's voice had been trembling with tears.

A suppressed sob.

It's not very obvious, but you can hear it.

This indicates that Bai Lu is still immersed in her personal emotions, making it difficult for her to get into character.

Jiang Yang had given me these instructions on the way here.

If Bailu has personal emotions, you must first keep her calm before trying to get her into character; otherwise, it will all be in vain.

Liu Haochun put the script in his pocket, opened his arms, and hugged Bai Lu.

"Haochun, what are you doing?" Bai Lu was taken aback.

Hearing Liu Haochun's gentle voice in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. If you still can't act well in a while, I'll take the blame with you."

Bai Lu's lips trembled.

She tried hard to suppress it, but couldn't help but let out a soft sob.

"Stay with me..." That's what her mother often said to her.

My mom accompanied me on my first trip to South Korea, and she told me about her dream of becoming an awesome idol.

When she returned after her failure, her mother picked her up. Her mother told her how blind and worthless SM Entertainment in South Korea was.

I accompanied her as she took her first modeling job to earn money.

Once, after being scammed, she called her mother and cursed the scammers. Her mother stayed with her.

Suddenly I understood why I always felt uneasy when filming.

Because I was afraid my mother at home would worry.

I'm afraid of failing again.

So she never tells her mother the whole story, only the good news and never the bad.

I want to pretend to be strong.

But ultimately, she wasn't a strong person; that was transcendence, not her.

"Okay, Haochun, I thought you were trying to take advantage of me."

"I'm a woman too."

Bai Lu raised her hand and hugged Liu Haochun's waist, resting her cheek on Liu Haochun's shoulder: "I feel much better. It's been so long since anyone has hugged me like this."

"Really? Me too."

Liu Haochun smiled and gave a perfunctory reply.

Gently pat Bailu's back.

Let's chat for a bit.

Noticing that Bai Lu had relaxed, she took out Bai Lu's role script and quickly scanned the contents of the script.

Let's find out what kind of storyline Bai Lu is going to be playing now.

Bai Lu will be playing the younger sister of a lowly soldier on the frontier. Her brother went to war with the army and died on the battlefield. Among his belongings, there is only half a blood-stained jade pendant.

She came to the general with the jade pendant, hoping to seek justice. Her brother had made great contributions in battle, but due to the negligence of the general's mansion, his name was not even recorded in the list of the dead, and he became a nameless ghost.

When she found the general, he was busy deploying troops for the battle. The adjutant next to him impatiently pushed her away, saying, "What does a little girl like you know about national affairs? Your brother is just one of thousands of soldiers. The battle will go more smoothly if there is one less person crying and whining like you."

I just saw this part.

Suddenly I felt a dampness on my neck, a warm and moist touch.

Liu Haochun shrank his neck and raised his hand to cover himself: "Ouch, what are you doing?" (End of this chapter)