Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

P.S.: Background music: "The Name Engraved in My Heart (Instrumental Version)"

"Young lady, your dog is... quite pleasing to the eye."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Laughter erupted again in the grand theater.

On stage, Yifei's lips curled into a smile, almost bursting out laughing, but she managed to hold it in.

Sigh... Sisi, you're a professional actress, you can't laugh!

"Uncle, what are you doing carrying a dead body on such a hot day?"

"Huh?" Wang Jingsong was somewhat surprised: "Young lady, how did you figure that out?"

Yifei pouted, and her clear, sweet voice rang out: "My mom is dead. This is the look on her face when I found her."

When Yifei said this, her tone was normal, and her expression remained unchanged, as if she were stating a trivial matter!

In the audience, seat number 20 in the first row, Liu's mother was so angry her eyes were practically bulging!

It must have been Ye Chong's doing on purpose, after all, he was the screenwriter and the director!

That brat must have been annoyed with me, so he deliberately killed me off!

"Oh, I'm sorry, young lady, I brought up something that hurt your feelings."

"It's okay, my dad died too."

That's good, that's good.

wrong!

Liu's mother frowned, wondering if this was a veiled criticism of Jin Fei.

On stage, Wang Jingsong's rough face showed a hint of embarrassment. He moved his lips a few times, and finally just said: "I'm sorry, young lady."

"Just call me Xiao Ye! Anyway, we're all adoptive parents, it's no big deal."

"Xiao Ye," Wang Jingsong gasped for breath, then asked curiously, "Is there no one else at home? Why are you walking alone on this provincial highway?"

"Nobody's here!" Yifei, carrying a small bag, looked up at the night sky, a hint of desolation on her face. "I think there should be someone here, but he doesn't want me. He abandoned me when I was very young."

"You..." Perhaps it was too hot, or Wang Jingsong was too tired, he didn't think much before blurting out, "You can't think like that. They're all born of parents, who wouldn't want their own child!"

Yifei slowly turned her head to look at him, her desolation turning into stubbornness and annoyance: "Why do you need to say it? Why do you need to say it! You can't even take care of yourself, and you still want to worry about me!"

As they were talking, Yifei called out "Ah Huang" and pulled Zhu Yawen away.

"Hahaha……"

Laughter erupted again at the scene; Zhu Yawen's running posture with both hands and feet was hilarious!

Regardless of the plot, even Wang Xiaoying couldn't help but smirk and turn to Xie Fei beside him: "This actor is good. He's humble and willing to do anything for the role."

Xie Fei nodded outwardly, but inwardly he was utterly speechless.

Ye Chong got this role by exchanging a promise of a leading role; otherwise, no matter how outstanding he was, who would be willing to play a dog!

"Hey! Xiao Ye, Uncle, Uncle was wrong."

Wang Jingsong helped the old Liu doll up and struggled to catch up with Yifei.

"It was my fault, I apologize."

Yi Fei rolled her eyes, giving Wang Jingsong a disdainful once-over: "Uncle, think before you speak. Don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering!"

The audience fell silent.

This sentence sounds ordinary, but it is full of philosophy.

"These lines are exceptionally well-designed!"

Chairman Yang's assessment is undoubtedly fair.

Ye Chong clearly focuses on the world of ordinary people, and speaks in dialect and in simple, easy-to-understand language. Yet, every single line of dialogue is worth studying in depth!

On the stage, two people, a dog, and a corpse were walking along when they suddenly came to a construction site by the roadside.

This is naturally just a backdrop; Ye Chong's set design is quite terrible.

There were boxed lunches available next to the construction site, and Yifei insisted on treating Wang Jingsong to a meal. He reluctantly agreed.

Two people and a dog sat around the roadside, facing the audience, eating boxed lunches.

"Hey, girl, tell me in detail. Look at this old man, it's such a simple matter for me: my brother died, and I sent him back to his hometown. What about you?"

Wang Jingsong's conversation here was somewhat deliberate.

The sadness buried deep in one's heart is the most painful; it is better to speak it out.

Yifei was eating her boxed lunch, occasionally picking up air to feed Zhu Yawen, when she paused upon hearing this.

When she looked up again, the smile had vanished from her face: "Uncle, do you really want to know?"

"Tell me, my dear. There's no hurdle that can't be overcome. If it really can't be overcome, then we won't try to overcome it."

Yifei let out a long breath, her nod almost imperceptible. She curled up her legs, her hands helplessly wrapped around her knees: "When I was eight years old, I remember it was a very, very dark night. I was holding my little yellow dog, who was less than three days old, sitting on the edge of the field waiting for my mother..."

At this point, Yifei's eyes were already red.

At that moment, a spotlight shone down, casting long shadows of the two people and the dog.

These two-person scenes are the most immersive, but they place higher demands on the actors.

Looking at her beloved daughter's sorrowful face from below the stage, Liu's mother felt a sense of unfamiliarity and heartache for the first time.

My daughter...she really loves acting!

My darling, you acted so well.

Liu's mother's eyes gradually reddened.

On stage, Yifei paused for a moment before continuing, "Until the last warm light in the village went out, I finally waited for my mother, and Ah Huang also waited for its mother. My mother's face was yellow and thin, that's my only impression of her now."

"And then?" Wang Jingsong's voice was low, as if he too was moved by the atmosphere.

"And then?" Yifei let out a long sigh. She raised her head and blinked rapidly, as if she was trying to hold back her tears.

"Later, my father tried to hug me, but my mother stopped him. Then my father tried to hug me again, and my mother stopped him again."

"He wants to..."

Yifei pursed her lips, as if tasting the bitterness in her mouth: "My father carried me and ran all night. I didn't understand what was happening, so I could only hold onto Little Yellow tightly. When I woke up again... I was woken up by the train conductor."

"He abandoned me on a coal train..."

"..." Wang Jingsong took a deep breath, wanting to reach out and pat Yifei on the shoulder, but this dull-witted migrant worker wouldn't do it.

Finally, Yifei leaned gently on his shoulder, muttering to herself, "Isn't this so melodramatic?"

"Dog, dog blood?" Wang Jingsong glanced at Zhu Yawen sleeping on the ground, somewhat confused by the vocabulary of these young people.

"Alright, that's settled then."

After saying that, Yifei wiped her eyes, stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked up at the sky: "I, Ye Xiaoqian, have a mother or not, it makes no difference! I am who I am, a unique spark!"

"Yes!" Wang Jingsong stood up and comforted Yifei in his uniquely awkward way, "Yes! You are, you are fireworks! Look, how beautiful you are!"

Yifei glanced at the bright sun in the sky and rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Time to get going, uncle, your brother will stink soon!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The two people, the dog, and the corpse set off again.

The background changes, and it's nighttime.

Yifei suddenly stopped and looked at the village in front of her with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Yifei shook her head, waved her hand again, and invited Wang Jingsong to have a meal at the small shop at the entrance of the village.

"Hey, this mushroom is delicious!"

"In Sichuan, people from Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Chongqing all love to eat mushrooms."

After a hearty meal, it was already evening. Yifei finished eating and went out alone. Wang Jingsong glanced at her back and, still worried, followed her out.

"Uncle, do you think people can change?"

"Right? I feel that more than ten years have passed, and things from the past are no longer a big deal. What can't we sit down and talk about?"

"Master, I think Uncle Zhao is absolutely right!"

"Whoosh—"