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The afternoon light was already dimming, casting long shadows from the eaves of the clinic.

The assistant director came over and whispered, "Nianbei, this scene has a wide emotional range, from discovery to collapse to making a choice."

"Understood." Chen Nianbei nodded.

"Director Lu said this scene had to be filmed in one continuous shot, from the moment you entered the hospital until you were shot and fell to the ground, without any breaks in between."

Chen Nianbei took a deep breath: "Okay."

He knew the significance of this performance.

This is Jin Yichuan's last moment of glory, and also the most complex moment for the character.

Anger, despair, relief, and the last remaining trace of affection.

The film set fell silent.

"Scene 56, Take 1, Action!"

The clapperboard fell.

Chen Nianbei peered out from the eaves into the courtyard. A person was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, with their back to him, motionless.

"Dr. Zhang?" Chen Nianbei called out softly.

no response.

Chen Nianbei climbed over the wall and jumped into the yard, staggering slightly when she landed.

He quickly walked to the old doctor's side.

"Dr. Zhang?"

no respond.

Chen Nianbei's hand stopped in mid-air, then slowly reached under the old doctor's nose.

It paused for three seconds.

His expression changed.

From doubt to shock, and then to a near-blank sense of bewilderment.

His eyes widened little by little, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Then he turned around abruptly and looked at the clinic.

Ding Xiuzheng carried Zhang Yan out.

Zhang Yan's eyes were closed, her fate unknown, her head limply resting in Ding Xiu's arms.

Chen Nianbei's breathing stopped instantly.

He looked at Ding Xiu, then at Zhang Yan in Ding Xiu's arms, his gaze shifting from bewilderment to disbelief, and finally to a bottomless rage.

"Let her go," he said.

The voice was very soft, but each word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

Ding Xiu laughed, a cynical laugh. He casually tossed Zhang Yan forward.

Chen Nianbei rushed over to catch him, but in his haste, he almost fell.

He hugged Zhang Yan, his fingers trembling as he reached under her nose.

It still breathes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment.

Because Ding Xiu drew his sword.

The sound of a long sword being drawn was particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard.

Ding Xiu, carrying a knife, looked at Chen Nianbei, who was holding Zhang Yan, with a smug smile on his lips:

"You have good taste, kid. That girl is very attractive."

These two words were full of provocation and pierced Jin Yichuan's heart.

Chen Nianbei's body trembled violently.

It wasn't acting; he genuinely immersed himself in the role of Jin Yichuan.

His beloved girl was humiliated like this by his senior brother, and her father died in the courtyard...

He gently placed Zhang Yan on the ground, then stood up and drew his sword.

The movements were slow, but decisive.

Ding Xiu watched him draw his sword, his smile widening: "What? You want to fight me?"

Chen Nianbei didn't speak, but simply gripped the knife tighter.

The next second, he rushed forward.

The tactics used this time are different from before.

It's no longer that unhealthy, powerless style of play, but a desperate, all-out style of play.

What is it like when a tuberculosis patient fights with their life on the line?

Every strike is made with all one's might, even if it means coughing up blood.

Each breath felt like a bellows, yet the knife in his hand moved faster and faster.

Chen Nianbei portrayed this state perfectly.

His face grew paler and paler, and sweat mixed with the "cold sweat" applied by the makeup artist dripped down his forehead.

His coughing interrupted his movements from time to time, but he didn't care and continued chopping after he finished coughing.

Monday was a day when I took the challenge very seriously.

He could sense that Chen Nianbei was truly going all out this time.

It's not the roles that matter, it's the actors.

The two exchanged more than twenty blows in the courtyard, their swords flashing and dust flying.

Finally, Chen Nianbei stumbled, and the knife was knocked away.

He was then knocked to the ground with a single blow.

Ding Xiu walked over, the tip of his knife pointed at his throat.

Chen Nianbei raised her head and looked at him, her eyes showing no fear, only a deep weariness.

Ding Xiu slowly raised his knife, preparing to stab.

At that very moment, Chen Nianbei spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"Let...that girl go."

Ding Xiu stopped moving.

He looked at Chen Nianbei for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

It wasn't the cynical laugh from before; it was a complex laugh, tinged with self-mockery.

"If my senior brother told you that I only killed her father and didn't touch the girl..."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Are you happy?"

Chen Nianbei was stunned.

He looked at Ding Xiu with a puzzled expression.

Ding Xiu sheathed his knife, turned to leave, but stopped, his back to him, and said:

"I'm done playing. If I really kill you, I'll have no family left in this world."

These words were spoken very softly, as softly as a sigh.

Chen Nianbei watched his retreating figure, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't.

Just then—

Suddenly, several dark gun barrels appeared on the eaves.

Musketeers!

Ding Xiu noticed it too and turned around abruptly, but it was too late.

Sparks flew from the muzzle of the gun.

Chen Nianbei almost instinctively lunged forward and shoved Ding Xiu away.

"Bang!"

Gunshots.

Chen Nianbei's body shuddered, and a burst of "blood" exploded in his chest.

Then he fell to the ground, his face pressed against the cold bluestone floor.

Ding Xiu was stunned.

He looked at Jin Yichuan lying on the ground, his eyes shifting from shock to confusion, and then to a... indescribable emotion.

He knelt down, picked up Jin Yichuan, his hands trembling.

Jin Yichuan looked at him, a very faint smile appearing on his lips.

Then close your eyes.

"Card!"

Lu Yang's voice rang out, but no one in the courtyard moved.

On Monday, Zhou Wei was still holding Chen Nianbei, his hands still trembling.

Several seconds later, Chen Nianbei opened her eyes and coughed lightly, "Teacher Zhou, can you let go now? The ground is quite cold."

Zhou Yiwei then realized what was happening and quickly helped him up, saying, "I'm so sorry, I got too into character."

The two walked up to the monitor, their clothes still covered in "blood" and dirt.

Lu Yang was watching the playback intently, over and over again.

"How is it?" Zhou Yi asked.

Lu Yang didn't speak until he finished reading the last part, then he looked up, his eyes a little red.

"Passed," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "This one... is very good."

He looked at Chen Nianbei: "That last smile was very good."

Chen Nianbei breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Yichuan, filming has wrapped.

The assistant director next to him quickly handed over a red envelope and a bouquet of flowers to celebrate the wrap-up of filming, and then they took a group photo together.

……

Back at the hotel that evening, Chen Nianbei took a shower and lay on the bed, feeling completely exhausted.

That last scene was so exhausting; the emotions went through huge ups and downs, and the fight scenes were real. Now, every part of my body aches.

My phone vibrated; it was Naza calling.

"Are you done filming?" came Naza's voice from the other end of the phone.

Chen Nianbei: "Just finished showering, I'm exhausted."

"How was the last scene?"

"It's approved. Director Lu said it's very good."

"I knew it!" Naza's voice was full of excitement. "So, what are your plans next?"

"I'm going back to school tomorrow to prepare for the audition for 'Gu Jian Qi Tan'."

"very nice."

Naza said, "I'm almost done here. I'll just need to film a few more shots, and I'll be able to go back to Beijing in a few days."

Chen Nianbei smiled and said, "I'll treat you to dinner when you come back."

There was a moment of silence on Naza's end, then he said, "Chen Nianbei."

"Um?"

I miss you a little.

Chen Nianbei smiled when he heard this.

"Me too."

The two chatted for a while longer before hanging up.

After a while, the screen suddenly lit up.

It was a multimedia message sent by Nazha.

He clicked on it—

The moment the photo loaded, Chen Nianbei was stunned.

In the photo, Naza is wearing a black silk nightgown, which is very short, only reaching her upper thighs.

She was wearing a pair of high-waisted stockings that shimmered under the lights, making her legs appear even longer.

She knelt on the carpet in the hotel room and took a selfie in front of the full-length mirror.

Her face was a little red, whether from shyness or the lighting, it was hard to tell.

Her eyes were fixed on the camera, her gaze a mix of flirtation and nervousness.

He then sent a message: "Do you like this outfit?"

Chen Nianbei stared at the photo for a full ten seconds.

Then he laughed.

I felt a little helpless but also amused.

Naza... has really gone astray.

He typed: "When was this filmed?"

Naza replied immediately: "Just took this picture. Didn't you say that as long as I'm comfortable, it's fine? I think this is quite comfortable."

Chen Nianbei looked at the sentence, thought for a moment, and replied, "Wear it for me next time, but don't take pictures."

send.

Then, she said, "...You wish, unless...unless you treat me to a big meal."

"Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know when I do."

"it is good."

Naza then posted: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to sleep. I have to film tomorrow."

"Good night."

"Good night."

After putting down her phone, Chen Nianbei lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

That photo is still in my mind.

He shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

That figure of hers... is so voluptuous!

He turned over and closed his eyes.

I'm going back to school tomorrow to prepare for the audition.