The birth of an actor

Chapter 67 A Romantic Affair

Anxin didn't take it to heart, treating it purely as a chance encounter.

He couldn't stay in the restaurant any longer, so he went straight back to his room. This time, Lu Shiyu didn't make a phone call; instead, after seeing him come in, she suddenly pulled out a plastic bag:

"Don't worry, I have some snacks here."

An Xin was taken aback. Seeing the slightly unnatural smile on the other person's face, he smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, Brother Lu."

"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome. To be honest, it was my fault for keeping you from resting."

"No, I need to read the script anyway."

Anxin smiled and took out a bag of Kissing Shrimp Chips from inside, then heard the other person ask:

"Don't worry, can I ask you something?"

"Brother Lu, please speak."

"Are Director Sun's films... easy to film?"

His question was actually very general, and Anxin could only give one answer.

It's clearly not "difficult to shoot".

So, An Xin chatted with him about what she had seen and heard in the past few days. Although their friendship didn't grow much stronger, at least their relationship wasn't so distant anymore. And when An Xin casually mentioned that his acting class teacher was Liu Zhizi, Lu Shiyu immediately started giving him a rundown of Teacher Liu's illustrious resume.

He was greatly surprised to hear this.

So it turns out... Fan Bing wasn't lying after all; that tutor really was a hidden master.

After chatting for a while, seeing An Xin yawn several times in a row, Lu Shiyu said:

"I'm going out for a walk, you should rest."

"Ok."

He responded and, after watching Lu Shiyu leave, closed his eyes.

He wasn't actually sleepy; it was just that his emotions would get heightened whenever he talked to others, making him feel very tired.

But it wasn't a complete loss.

No wonder he always thought that Teacher Liu was a very capable teacher; she was actually the deputy director of the acting department at the Beijing Film Academy.

Furthermore, the purpose of opening that acting class was not to make money, but to hope that more people interested in pursuing acting careers could receive a good introductory education.

Come to think of it... It's really too cheap to take a class from the deputy director of the acting department at Beijing Film Academy for only 450 yuan a month.

Many years later, he happened to meet his former teacher from Renmin University on one occasion.

At first, he felt a sense of familiarity, but when he heard from a friend that the organizers had spent six figures just to invite him, he realized just how influential these top figures in the domestic academic community were outside of universities.

While thinking about it, he yawned a few more times and finally fell asleep.

Just as I fell asleep, I suddenly heard a muffled rumble of thunder.

He sat up and glanced out the window.

The rain hadn't started yet, but the dark clouds in the sky had already become quite thick.

He was speechless.

Because the scenes in the script where Xiao Yanzi meets Ziwei in the marketplace were all filmed on sunny days. At that time, she was still performing on the streets.

It's fine that it's raining today, but if it rains tomorrow... I guess I'll have to take a break.

With a sense of helplessness, he slammed his fist on the pillow and closed his eyes again.

And the rain finally came.

It rained all night and didn't stop until morning.

All the outdoor scenes prepared by the crew were canceled, so Cao Lihai simply let everyone rest.

It was said that the restaurant scene had to be postponed for a day because of the weather, as another film crew hadn't finished shooting yet.

So, the actors got a break.

Anxin, who had just finished breakfast and was idly planning to go back to her room to continue reading the script, was stopped by Fan Bing:

"Shall we go home?"

"What are you doing at home?"

"I need to get some clothes. Didn't you bring summer clothes with you this time? We can go back and change while we're at it."

Upon listening, Anxin realized that this was indeed the case, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll go back and pack my things. Shall we meet downstairs?"

"Ah."

He rushed back to his room, leaving only two summer clothes with him. He packed the rest into a bag and carried it downstairs. There he saw Fan Bing, also carrying a bag, standing at the hotel lobby entrance, with a document in her hand.

"This is?"

"I just ran into Director Cao. He said he needed to deliver some documents to the Beijing Film Studio, and when he heard I had to go back, he asked the two of us to deliver them for him."

"Oh, okay."

Anxin didn't think much of it. The two of them walked out of the hotel together under an umbrella and hailed a taxi.

After taking a taxi and then a bus, we finally arrived back in Yanjing City around noon.

"Huh? The rain has stopped?"

She groggily wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, muttered something, and got out of the car.

After leaving the bus station, the two did not take the bus, but instead hailed a yellow minivan.

Just then, someone got out of the passenger seat of the yellow van, and Fan Bingbing jumped in without hesitation, grabbing Anxin's bag as well.

After I told him the destination, the driver headed towards Jishuitan.

After walking for a while, Fan Bing looked at the road and saw that there wasn't much water on it, and asked:

"Master, it hasn't rained much in the city, has it?"

"Yes, it rained for a little while this morning. Where did you come from?"

"It's raining heavily in Huairou, it rained all night last night..."

Naturally outgoing, she chatted casually with the driver, while Anxin sat at the back of the van, enduring the strong body odor emanating from the man next to her…

He almost threw up from the fumes.

But some things are just strange like that; the two of them were in a car when the sun came out.

The scene after the rain was breathtaking, but unfortunately, An Xin had been choked by the fumes the whole way, leaving him dizzy and lightheaded. When the two finally got off the bus near Jishuitan, Fan Bing suggested they eat a bowl of lava, but he refused.

So the two of them went their separate ways and returned to the courtyard house they hadn't been back to for a month. After greeting Sui Xi, he began packing his autumn clothes.

The weather is indeed getting colder every day.

After tidying up, Fan Bing also came over:

“I knocked on Grandpa Ye’s door just now, but he wasn’t home. Shall we go out for dinner? After dinner, when we get to work at the factory, we can deliver the documents to Director Cao.”

"Okay. But you can eat it yourself, I don't have much of an appetite."

"Hehehe..." Knowing he'd been sniffing other people's armpits the whole way, Fan Bing grinned mischievously, raising her arm and leaning closer to him, saying, "Come on, come on, let me give you a sniff..."

He's a complete freak.

The two of them didn't go far, and simply ate a meal at a ramen shop at the entrance of the alley.

After returning to the yard, the two of them each took a wooden basin and a washboard and started washing clothes.

Everyone was leaving soon, but Sui Xi could help collect the clothes, so Fan Bing could only wash them with An Xin.

Time flew by, and it was already a little past 2 o'clock.

The sound of a motorcycle, which hadn't been ridden in a long time, rose again from the courtyard.

The bald man, whose hair was so shiny it reflected the sunlight, led the girl toward the Beijing Film Studio.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio, An Xin suddenly exclaimed "Ouch!"

Fan Bing asked, puzzled:
"what's wrong?"

"Grandpa Qiaoqiao!"

His words immediately drew Fan Bing's attention. Then... the two of them spotted a peerless martial arts master sitting on a small stool, perfectly concealing himself with a motorcycle and bicycle.

“…Good fellow.”

The girl made a sarcastic remark, then suddenly gave a playful smile:
"Hey, you park the car on the curb, I'll get out, and then..."

As she muttered to herself, a moment later, Anxin, who had watched the girl walk through the gate, gave Grandpa Qiao a smug smile:
"Sir, I've come to drop someone off."

Then, under the clearly displeased gaze of the old man, he rode the motorcycle off the sidewalk again.

It was just a small step, but to the two sides it was a clear dividing line.

Grandpa Qiao sighed helplessly, watching as An Xin, who had parked his motorcycle right at the crosswalk, leaned back smugly on the back of the motorcycle, crossed his legs, and looked every bit the bald hooligan.

An Xin was indeed quite pleased, because the two of them had teased the elusive old man.

Just as I was having a good time, two people came out of the Beijing Film Studio.

He didn't pay any attention and continued to swing his legs smugly.

But after they came out, one of them subconsciously looked at the bushes by the roadside, while the other looked around.

Ultimately, Anxin's lack of experience is the root of the problem.

If it were Fan Bingbing, she would immediately recognize that these two were clearly looking for extras.

The best thing to do at this point is to stand up quickly and hold up the sign hanging around your neck...

Unfortunately, An Xin had never played a minor role with the girl much, so he didn't even glance at the two of them. Instead, he was happily thinking about how to describe Grandpa Qiao's displeased expression to the girl later.

In the blink of an eye, the two men's eyes were simultaneously fixed on An Xin, the conspicuous bag.

Bald, leaning casually against his motorcycle.

The vibe, the style...

He was practically the perfect choice for their gangster underling.

then……

"Hey, is it an actor?"

Enjoying the sunshine after the rain with half-closed eyes, Anxin subconsciously opened her eyes as she hesitated about whether to sneeze.

Because of the angle, he really does look like someone who glances askance.

It was just that one glance...

This made them even more certain.

This guy... he's a real scoundrel.

wrong.

This child doesn't look very old.

He's not exactly a thug, at most a petty hoodlum.

So I regretted it a little, thinking that finding a local thug would definitely not work, how could he succeed without acting experience?

But at this time...

"Huh?...Yes, I'm an actor."

Anxin was a little puzzled, but she still sat up straight.

Little did they know that it was precisely after changing positions that the two men suddenly found... the petty thug to be quite pleasing to the eye again.

At this moment, one of them asked with some suspicion:
"Are you really an actor?"

"……yes."

Anxin nodded again:

"what's up?"

"Do you have any acting experience? What roles have you played?"

"The protagonist of Xie Dong's 'Smiling Face' MV is currently playing the supporting role of Fu Ertai in the 'Princess Pearl' drama series."

After An Xin finished speaking, one of them received a pager.

The other person picked it up and looked at it, a hint of anxiety appearing in their eyes. They looked at An Xin and said directly:

"Come with me, I have a job for you."

"Uh……"

Anxin instinctively wanted to refuse, after all, he had to rush back to Huairou that afternoon.

But just as he was about to speak, a voice came from the side:
"Brother Wang."

The middle-aged man, who was talking to Anxin, turned his head and smiled:
"Xiao Zhong, you're here."

"Yes, that's right... Hmm? Reassured?"

An Xin glanced at Zhong Hua, then at the middle-aged man…

moment.

"See you later, Brother Zhong."

"Haha, good. Keep it up!"

Zhong Hua smiled and waved his hand, watching An Xin park the car under the somewhat mocking gaze of Grandpa Qiao Qiao, and then extended his hand.

"Sir, when Fan Bing comes out in a bit, could you please tell her that Brother Zhong asked me to help out at another film set, and ask her to go back first? Thank you."

As he spoke, Anxin handed over a dollar, and with the old man's response, he followed the two men into a white Santana.

"Brother Wang, which film crew are we in?"

Upon hearing his question, the middle-aged man driving casually replied:
"A Romantic Affair"

(End of this chapter)