Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

Around 9 p.m., Chen Nianbei and Wang Hao dragged their tired bodies back to the hotel booked by the film crew.

The room was small, with two single beds, a simple wardrobe, and a rather basic table and chairs.

But at least it's clean and has good heating, which is better than the school dormitory.

As soon as Wang Hao entered the room, he collapsed onto the bed, groaning, "I feel like all the bones in my body are falling apart..."

Chen Nianbei didn't reply. She put her backpack on the table and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The cold water splashed on my face helped to relieve some of my fatigue.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

His face was handsome, but his eyes no longer looked like those of a twenty-year-old.

Yeah.

This is a more suitable way to portray Jin Yichuan.

Jin Yichuan is also a person who has things on his mind.

He contracted tuberculosis at a young age and struggled to survive in a place like the Embroidered Uniform Guard, with a vampire-like senior brother coming to ask for money every few days.

In this situation, an overly clean gaze would appear fake.

When Wang Hao came out of the bathroom, he was already sprawled on the bed playing on his phone, muttering to himself, "Nianbei, do you think I can do this?"

"able."

Chen Nianbei sat down on the edge of the bed, took out the script from her backpack, and said, "Don't scare yourself."

"I'm just nervous..."

Wang Hao rolled over. "It's my first time making a movie, and it's directed by Director Lu."

Chen Nianbei ignored him and opened the script to find the scene to be filmed tomorrow.

Jin Yichuan was asked for money by Ding Xiu in the alley.

He knew this scene all too well.

He had watched "Brotherhood of Blades" many times in his previous life and was deeply impressed by Zhou Yiwei's portrayal of Ding Xiu.

He portrayed that roguish charm and that ruthless, cynical attitude with remarkable depth.

Now, he's going to play Jin Yichuan, the junior brother who was driven to the brink by his senior brother.

He closed his eyes and began to visualize the scene in his mind.

The alley was damp, and the bluestone pavement glistened with water.

As dusk approached, the sky was just beginning to darken, and wisps of smoke rose from distant chimneys.

Ding Xiu leaned against the wall, carrying a large sword, a half-smile playing on his lips.

The way he looked at Jin Yichuan wasn't like he was looking at his junior brother; it was like he was looking at prey that he could easily manipulate.

And what about Jin Yichuan?

He stood there, his body slightly hunched.

A natural reaction when the lungs are uncomfortable.

He pressed his fingers to his chest; it wasn't an act, it really hurt.

He looked at Ding Xiu with a complicated expression.

There is fear.

This senior brother's martial arts skills are far superior to his; if they really fought, he would have no chance of winning.

There is anger.

Why should I give him money again and again?

There was resentment.

All the salary I worked so hard to earn went into this scoundrel's pocket.

But there's still a tiny bit... a lingering affection.

After all, he's my senior...

Chen Nianbei wrote down a few keywords in her notebook:

"His breathing was short but controlled. His fingers trembled slightly as he clenched his fists. His gaze first darted away, then looked directly at me, and finally lowered."

After finishing writing, he read the script again from beginning to end, mentally reviewing every line of Jin Yichuan's dialogue.

It's not about memorizing, it's about appreciating.

Savor the emotions behind each sentence, and the subtext in each pause.

"Senior brother, take the money and leave quickly."

How should this sentence be pronounced?

Tired? Helpless? Or resigned to fate?

"Don't look for me anymore."

Is this sentence a plea? A statement? Or an outburst of suppressed anger?

Chen Nianbei rehearsed in his mind over and over again, adjusting his tone, rhythm, and every subtle expression.

He knew that his co-star tomorrow would be Zhou Yiwei.

This guy is a great actor and has a strong presence.

If I can't handle it, the whole thing will fall apart.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Naza sent a text message: "What are you doing?"

Chen Nianbei glanced at the time; it was 9:30. He replied, "Hotel, reading the script."

Naza replied immediately: "I'm also reading the script. I'm flying to Hong Kong tomorrow. I'm nervous."

"That's normal," Chen Nianbei typed. "It's like this every time it's the first time making a movie."

"Do you think... Jackie Chan might be fierce?" Naza asked.

Chen Nianbei thought for a moment and replied, "No, he's very good to newcomers. He's just strict with them; just act seriously."

"How do you know he's good to the new girl?" Naza asked again.

Chen Nianbei paused, then typed: "I heard about it."

"It's just hearsay again."

Na Zhafa gave a pouty look, "You seem to know everything."

Chen Nianbei smiled: "The more you listen and observe, the more you will naturally know."

"So, how's your script reading going?" Naza asked. "What scene are we filming tomorrow?"

"Jin Yichuan and Ding Xiu, Senior Brother, have come to ask for money." Chen Nianbei briefly explained the plot.

Naza replied, "That sounds difficult to act. You have to portray that feeling of fear, hatred, and helplessness?"

"right."

"Good luck!"

Naza said, "Remember...remember to think of me."

"Okay," Chen Nianbei replied readily.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Naza said she needed to go to bed early because she had to get up at six o'clock the next morning to catch her flight.

Chen Nianbei replied with "Goodnight" and put down her phone.

Wang Hao was already asleep, breathing evenly.

Chen Nianbei turned off the main light, leaving only a small bedside lamp on, and continued reading the script.

The dim light cast a warm halo around the pages.

He read Ding Xiu's lines again.

What will happen on Monday?

He's definitely a scoundrel.

But he's more than just a thug.

Ding Xiu is a complex person.

In this scene, Jin Yichuan is the apparent weaker party, but isn't Ding Xiu also a pitiful person in another sense?

Having figured this out, Chen Nianbei gained a deeper understanding of Jin Yichuan.

He was not simply a victim.

There is a distorted symbiotic relationship between him and Ding Xiu.

We need this senior brother to occasionally show a little bit of the "senior brother" demeanor.

Chen Nianbei added another line to her notebook:

"When I looked at Ding Xiu, a hint of expectation would occasionally flash in my eyes. I hoped that he would have a change of heart and say, 'Never mind, I won't do it this time.'"

After finishing writing, he closed his notebook and turned off the desk lamp.

The room was completely dark, with only a few scattered lights from the film studio coming in through the window.

Chen Nianbei lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

The scene started playing out in my mind again.

Once, twice, three times.

Every detail, every pause, the rhythm of every breath.

Until you fully understand it.

……

The alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning.

When Chen Nianbei opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was muscle soreness.

I practiced too hard yesterday.

He sat up and stretched his shoulders.

Wang Hao was still asleep when Chen Nianbei nudged him, saying, "Get up."

"Hmm... just five more minutes..." Wang Hao turned over.

"There's a chance today."

Chen Nianbei said, "Director Lu will scold you if you're late."

That works.

Wang Hao sat bolt upright, his eyes not yet fully open: "What time is it?"

"Six o'clock." Chen Nianbei had already gotten out of bed. "I need to be on set for makeup at seven."

The two quickly washed up, changed their clothes, and went out before dawn.

On a late December morning, the cold wind felt like a knife against my face.

Wang Hao shrank his neck and muttered, "So early... Filming is no human job."

Chen Nianbei didn't reply, but simply wrapped the scarf tighter around herself.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the film and television base, staff members were already busy at work.

The lighting crew was adjusting the equipment, the props crew was loading things onto the vehicle, and the stagehands were running around with walkie-talkies.

The crew of "Brotherhood of Blades" has three scenes to shoot today, their schedule is very full.

Chen Nianbei and Wang Hao went directly to the dressing room.

The makeup artist, a woman in her thirties, nodded when she saw them enter: "Jin Yichuan and the Imperial Guards?"

"Yes," Chen Nianbei said.

"Have a seat," the makeup artist said, gesturing to a chair.

Chen Nianbei sat down, closed her eyes, and let the makeup artist apply powder to her face.

Jin Yichuan's makeup should be pale and sickly, but not too exaggerated.

The makeup artist was very skilled; the brush swept lightly across my face, leaving a cool sensation.

Halfway through the makeup session, Wang Hao whispered to Nianbei, "Nianbei, are you nervous?"

"A little," Chen Nianbei said honestly.

I thought you wouldn't be nervous.

Wang Hao said, "You were so steady yesterday."

"Being nervous is a good thing," Chen Nianbei said. "It shows that you value it."

After finishing her makeup, she changed into her costume.

Jin Yichuan's flying fish costume was made of thick material, but after Chen Nianbei put it on, she specifically asked the stylist to loosen the waist a bit.

Patients with tuberculosis will lose weight.

Everything is ready, and there's still an hour before filming.

Chen Nianbei didn't stay in the dressing room. Instead, she went outside the film set, found a quiet corner, closed her eyes, and mentally rehearsed the scene one last time.

Alley, evening, Ding Xiu.

Breathing, eyes, lines.

He repeated it to himself over and over again, adjusting it each time.

Until you are fully in the zone.

My phone vibrated.

Chen Nianbei opened her eyes and took out her phone. It was a text message from Nazha: "I've arrived at the airport and am about to board. Have you started acting yet?"

He replied, "Getting ready to film."

Naza replied instantly: "Keep it up!"

Chen Nianbei smiled and typed: "Have a safe trip. Send me a message when you arrive."

"Okay. I'm going to shut down now. Talk to you later."

"Um."

Putting away his phone, Chen Nianbei took a deep breath.

In the distance, the assistant director shouted, "Jin Yichuan! Ding Xiu! Get ready to film!"

Chen Nianbei turned around and walked towards the film set.

His steps were very steady.

He knew he had to play this role well.