Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

In the days that followed, Chen Nianbei lived a regular and fulfilling life on set.

I get up at six every morning, arrive at the set at seven to get my makeup done, and start filming at eight.

They take a one-hour break at noon and continue working in the afternoon, usually finishing only when it gets dark.

His scenes are already in the second half.

The character Xiaoman experiences the tragic deaths of his family members one by one and his sister leaving home, and grows up rapidly from a mischievous boy.

By this point in the film, Chen Nianbei was becoming increasingly adept at controlling the twenty-year-old body.

Those skills I had at forty in my past life—

Controlling micro-expressions, adjusting breathing rhythm, and handling the emphasis of lines.

We've found it little by little.

Just like an experienced driver driving a new car, it may feel awkward at first, but once you get used to it, you can drive with a smooth sense of harmony between driver and car.

"Nian Bei, come and match the words."

Yang Zhi walked over with the script and sat down naturally on the stool next to him.

Over the past few days, the two have become even more familiar with each other.

During their breaks, the two often discussed the script together. Yang Zhi would share her acting experience, while Chen Nianbei would always offer some performance suggestions that would give her a fresh perspective.

……

Soon, Chen Nianbei's penultimate scene arrived.

Reunion in Chenzhou.

The difficulty of this scene lies in the fact that after Xiangxiang and Xiaoman reunite, Xiangxiang asks about the situation at home, and Xiaoman lies and says that everything is fine at home.

But Xiangxiang had already guessed that Xiaoman was deceiving her, but she couldn't bear to expose his well-intentioned lie.

The siblings kept their sadness and grief to themselves, appearing outwardly as if nothing was wrong.

The film crew built a street in Huairou in the style of the Republic of China era, with bluestone slabs, wooden signs, and street signs with the words "Chenzhou" on them.

Chen Nianbei was wearing a faded blue cloth shirt, her face was made up to look haggard from the ravages of war, and there were a few small abrasions on her arms.

Yang Zhi was also dressed simply.

"Scene 89, Shot 1, Ready—"

The assistant director shouted.

Chen Nianbei stood on the street corner and took a deep breath.

The play begins with their reunion.

Xiaoman was wandering on the street when Xiangxiang walked towards her from the opposite direction. The two looked up at the same time and froze.

"start!"

Chen Nianbei walked forward with his head down, his steps dragging, as if he had walked a long way and was tired.

When he reached the center of the street, he subconsciously looked up.

Across from her, Yang Zhi also happened to look up.

Eyes facing each other.

Chen Nianbei's eyes widened instantly, not with surprise, but with a bewildered disbelief.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Then, her eyes gradually reddened.

It wasn't a loud cry, but rather a sudden release after a long period of suppression.

"Xiangxiang..." he finally uttered, his voice hoarse.

Yang Zhi was stunned at first, then rushed over and grabbed Chen Nianbei's arm, her fingers turning white from the force.

"Xiaoman? Is that really you?"

Her voice was trembling.

Chen Nianbei nodded, wanting to smile, but as soon as she managed to twitch her lips, tears streamed down her face.

He quickly lowered his head and vigorously wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Don't stand here," Yang Zhi picked up her bundle, "Come back with me."

"Cut!" Kong Sheng shouted, "Cut! Prepare for the next shot."

Move indoors.

A simple house, a wooden bed, a table, and two chairs.

Chen Nianbei sat in a chair, and Yang Zhi brought over a basin of water, squatted down in front of him, and cleaned the wound on his arm.

"Shot 2, begin!"

Yang Zhi gently wiped the wound on Chen Nianbei's arm with a damp cloth.

The movement was very gentle, but Chen Nianbei still subconsciously flinched.

"How did you end up looking like this?"

Yang Zhi looked up.

"You should go back to Chongqing. How can you bear to leave such a young child?"

Chen Nianbei didn't respond to her words, but instead tried to persuade her.

Yang Zhi continued wiping her wounds and asked, "Are the Japanese devils still harassing the house?"

When she asked this question, she didn't look at Xiaoman, focusing on her wound.

Chen Nianbei looked away: "No, the situation is stable now. We have food and drink, so don't worry about it."

Yang Zhi's hand paused for a fleeting moment, very subtly, but the camera captured it.

She picked up the basin of water, got up, and walked into the house.

Stepping inside, she asked seemingly casually, "Dad... do you still drink?"

Chen Nianbei remained silent for two seconds.

In those two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed, as if he had swallowed something.

"I'm not drinking anymore."

He said, trying to sound relaxed, "With Mao Mao watching him, he can only sneak a sip occasionally."

Yang Zhi paused, then asked, "Is Mom's health... any better?"

This time, he didn't answer immediately, and his voice was even softer than before:

"I'm all better. The doctor my cousin found was amazing."

He spoke fluently, as if he had recited it many times.

The sound of water being poured came from the inner room.

Yang Zhi came out carrying the basin of water again.

This time, she didn't continue treating the wound, but stood in front of Chen Nianbei and looked at him.

Looked for a long time.

Chen Nianbei felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and looked away.

"Little Man, my little rascal!"

Yang Zhi finally spoke, her voice soft but each word clear, "Did you... sneak out this time?"

"No,"

Chen Nianbei shook her head, feigning nonchalance, "I left a note."

"Card!"

Kong Sheng shouted.

The scene was completely silent.

Several seconds passed before anyone moved.

Chen Nianbei raised her head, her eyes still red, but she had quickly detached herself from the situation.

This is a fundamental skill for actors.

You have to get into character quickly, and you also have to get out of character quickly.

Yang Zhi was still squatting there, wiping the corner of her eye:

"Nianbei, what you just said... was really good."

She spoke very softly, but everyone around her could hear her.

Kong Sheng stood up from behind the monitor and nodded to Chen Nianbei.

He said, "Not bad."

The approval in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

The assistant director walked over and patted Chen Nianbei's shoulder forcefully:

"Absolutely amazing! Especially the last part, it perfectly captured the feeling!"

Chen Nianbei smiled and said, "Sister Zhi did a good job."

This is not just polite talk.

In the scene just now, Yang Zhi's every reaction was supporting him, giving his emotions a foothold.

Good co-stars complement each other.

During the lunch break, Chen Nianbei sat on the prop box and ate her boxed lunch.

Several staff members passed by and gave him a thumbs up.

"Xiao Chen, today's performance was absolutely amazing!"

"I cried while watching the monitor..."

Chen Nianbei thanked them one by one, his attitude humble.

He knew that in a film crew, being a good actor was one thing, but being a good person was another.

He suffered from being arrogant in his past life, but he won't do it again in this one.

My phone vibrated; it was Nazar.

"How did the filming go today?"

Chen Nianbei replied, "We just finished filming, it was alright."

"What do you mean by 'alright'? What did Director Kong say?"

"Director Kong... is right."

"That's great!"

The woman with the hair tied up made a confetti emoji, "You have to treat us when you finish filming!"

Chen Nianbei smiled: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Hot pot! The spicy kind!"

"it is good."

We'll shoot a few more close-up shots this afternoon.

Chen Nianbei has maintained a very good performance, and each take only takes one or two tries to get through.

When it was time to finish work, Kong Sheng called him aside.

"Tomorrow is the last scene."

Kong Sheng said, "It's the scene where you sacrifice yourself on the battlefield."

Chen Nianbei nodded: "I'll prepare well tonight."

"No need to prepare too much."

Kong Sheng smiled and said, "You are Xiaoman now. You know how to act."

This is the greatest trust a person can place in an actor.

Chen Nianbei felt a warmth in her heart: "Thank you, Uncle Kong."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Kong Sheng waved his hand, "If your dad saw you like this, he'd probably be overjoyed."

He paused, then asked, "What are your plans after this film is finished?"

"Back to school for the final performance," Chen Nianbei honestly replied.

"and then?"

"Then... wait for an opportunity."

Kong Sheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm starting a new production next year, a period drama. There's a role that should suit you quite well. Are you interested?"

Chen Nianbei's heart was beating a little faster.

He knew which play Kong Sheng was referring to.

"Yes," he said decisively.

"Okay, I'll have the producer contact you then."

After Kong Sheng finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Chen Nianbei standing there.

The evening breeze carried the smell of dust.

Chen Nianbei looked at the sky and smiled.

He put away his phone and walked towards the guesthouse.

Tomorrow is the last scene.

Then, it's a new beginning.