Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 151 Another Change in Zhang Yimou's Impression

Zhang Qilin said with a smile, "Director Zhang, I'm going to Fujian to visit my old home. I'll be flying from here today."

Go to Fujian—my former residence?

He understood almost instantly.

In Zhang Li's novel "The Xinhai Revolution," Lin Juemin is portrayed as a native of Fuzhou, Fujian.

Zhang Qilin was going to that person's hometown to personally experience that person's life.

Having acted for decades, he has seen too many actors who claim to be dedicated to art and to carefully study their roles, but in reality, they haven't even read the script thoroughly and rely entirely on the director and post-production team to promote them.

Young actors like this, who quietly spend time actually going to the historical sites and birthplaces of the people to experience life, are extremely rare.

Especially in this increasingly restless industry where everything is about speed.

He released his grip, his tone unconsciously softening slightly, though his face remained expressionless: "Go and experience it. It's good."

As soon as he said that, the men and women behind him turned their heads to look at him.

To receive a compliment from this renowned director, even if it's in a casual tone, is an extremely high affirmation for a young actor.

During the filming of "Under the Hawthorn Tree," the director trained them from beginning to end, and never praised them.

Looking into Zhang Qilin's earnest eyes, Zhang Yimou felt his resentment lessen considerably.

At least, the person who took his place isn't a complete incompetent or just dabbling in this.

The fact that he has the will and is willing to put in the hard work proves that he really wants to perform well, rather than just being interested in showing off.

"Hmm, think about where to go more. We'll talk again after you finish filming this movie." Zhang Yi nodded slightly and led his people to the other side of the lounge.

The couple couldn't help but glance at Zhang Qilin a few more times as they passed by.

After Zhang Yimou left, Zhang Qilin breathed a sigh of relief. The change in Director Zhang's perception of him would help the two of them work together more harmoniously in the next film.

Zhang Qilin sat back down, and Jing Tian leaned closer, lowering her voice in surprise: "What did Director Zhang mean by what he just said?"

Just as Zhang Qilin was about to speak, his phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was Shen Ya calling, so Zhang Qilin answered it.

Shen Ya's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Lin, why didn't you tell me you were going out?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin frowned: "I don't need to report to you where I go, do I?"

Shen Ya sensed the dissatisfaction in Zhang Qilin's words and quickly explained, "Brother Lin, you misunderstood. You have a certain level of fame now. If you are recognized without anyone by your side, it will cause chaos. If you let me know in advance, I will arrange for fan groups in various places to cover for you and allow you to travel without interference."

"Just like the chaotic situation at Kyoto Airport today, if Xiaoyu hadn't led you through the security checkpoint, you would definitely have been spotted by those paparazzi—"

After hearing Shen Ya's explanation, Zhang Qilin's tone softened: "There's no need for that. I'm going to experience life here, and it will only last a few days. There won't be any danger. I can't let my presence disrupt their lives."

"Brother Lin, don't worry, I'll definitely have time once I find the person—"

After arguing for a few rounds, Zhang Qilin finally prevailed and persuaded Shen Ya not to participate this time.

For Zhang Qilin, his affairs certainly shouldn't involve his fans too much.

Moreover, with Jing Tian accompanying us this time, we absolutely cannot let the fans know.

After hanging up the phone, Jing Tian asked curiously, "Who was it?"

"The fan club president wanted to arrange for someone to pick me up at the airport, but I refused."

Just as Jing Tian was about to say something, the announcement for their flight check-in came over the loudspeaker.

The group quickly packed their things and headed to the VIP boarding gate.

After the plane took off, two messages appeared in front of Zhang Qilin's eyes.

[Rewards: Luck Value +5, Box Office Lucky Charm +1]

[Reward: Luck Value +6, Privacy Protection Fragment +1]

Zhang Qilin was very interested in both rewards, and then his mind raced.

A message popped up in front of me.

[Box Office Lucky Charm]

Once activated during the film's release, it will unconsciously generate strong interest in the film you starred in among a wide range of movie choices. After watching the film, viewers will be more satisfied with your performance and the film as a whole, and will be more willing to recommend it to others.

The film sparked more discussions on social media and online forums, and its popularity among casual viewers was even better.

After reading the introduction, Zhang Qilin was overjoyed.

The effect of this talisman is simply a powerful tool that can achieve both commercial success and a good reputation.

The cast of "1911 Revolution" is full of stars, and it is inherently difficult to stand out from the audience among so many characters.

The talisman came at just the right time, at least giving him a chance to fight his way out.

Zhang Qilin suppressed his excitement and looked at the next reward.

[Destiny Chart: Privacy Protection Destiny (1/10)]

[Status: Active Skill]

[Effect: After the Privacy Protection Fragment is activated, in public places, when a camera captures you, it will be slightly less sensitive to privacy.]

Data packet loss or algorithm error may cause slight motion blur, backlight overexposure, or being blocked by passersby in your on-screen footage, reducing the probability of being randomly photographed by about 30%.

You will receive a warning when paparazzi, private investigators, or unauthorized photographers approach within 15 meters of you.

After merging into a destiny pattern, personal privacy is protected from being easily leaked, the matching accuracy of facial recognition systems drops by 80%, and your movement trajectory is difficult to be integrated into a complete action chain by big data platforms.

During private outings, one's presence will be more discreet, reducing the risk of attracting attention or revealing one's whereabouts.

After reading the introduction, Zhang Qilin was very satisfied; this destiny was practically a line of defense for protecting privacy.

In the entertainment industry, the exposure of privacy has become commonplace.

This privacy protection feature, from reducing the probability of being photographed to warning against paparazzi, and then to the powerful privacy protection capabilities it integrates, provides comprehensive protection for his privacy.

He fell asleep after reading the descriptions of the two rewards.

A few hours later, it landed smoothly at Fuzhou Changle International Airport.

Zhang Qilin and Jing Tian still walked separately, agreeing to meet at the hotel.

He activated his privacy-protecting destiny, walked out of the airport alone, and took a taxi to the hotel.

The next morning.

The three arrived at Lin Juemin's former residence.

Located on Yangqiao Road in Gulou District, Fuzhou, it is a typical traditional Fuzhou residence.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and a stone tablet marking it as a protected cultural relic, the building stands in front of the gate.

Zhang Qilin stood in front of the door with a camera in his hand, not going in for a long time.

Jing Tian waited for a while, then couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I was thinking," Zhang Qilin said softly, "that more than a hundred years ago, he walked out of this door for the last time and never came back."

Jing Tian listened and then fell silent.

The two bought tickets, went through the porch, and entered the former residence.

There are two tall magnolia trees in the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves, casting a cool shade.

The main hall displays an introduction to Lin Juemin's life and deeds, and there is a photo of him on the wall. He is young and handsome, with a deep look in his eyes that is unique to that era.

Zhang Qilin looked at each item one by one, very slowly.

Jing Tian followed beside him and also tried to read the written descriptions.

When she saw the full text of "A Letter to My Wife," she stopped and stood there reading it word by word.

"Yiying, I now bid you farewell with this letter—"

As she read, her eyes welled up with tears.

Zhang Qilin noticed her unusual behavior and handed her a tissue.

Jing Tian took it, sniffed, and whispered, "This letter is so painful to read."

"Yes," Zhang Qilin said, looking at the letter on the wall. "When he wrote this letter, he knew he was going to die. When his wife received the letter, he was already dead. The two of them, separated by life and death, spoke their last words to each other."

Jing Tian was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When you play this role, do you also imagine yourself as him? What would it feel like to face death?"

Zhang Qilin nodded: "More or less, but what's more difficult is that he wasn't just facing death, but a choice between death and his beloved. He could have chosen not to die, as long as he didn't join the revolution, as long as he stayed home with his wife and children, but he chose to die."

Why?

"Because he said, 'Help all people in the world love what they love,'" Zhang Qilin said slowly. "He loved his wife, so he hoped that all people in the world who love each other could live well. For this, he was willing to die."

Jing Tian listened, her eyes somewhat blank.

She had been acting for several years, but she never imagined that a role could be so complex.

The two spent the entire afternoon at the former residence.

Zhang Qilin walked through almost every room and sat for a long time under the two magnolia trees in the courtyard.

Jing Tian sat on the stone bench next to him, keeping him company without disturbing him, just watching quietly.

As dusk fell, the tourists gradually dispersed, leaving only the two of them in the former residence.

The setting sun shines through the branches and leaves of the magnolia tree, casting dappled light and shadow on the ground.

Zhang Qilin suddenly spoke up: "Look at these lights and shadows."

Jing Tian followed his gaze.

"One day more than a hundred years ago, Lin Juemin might have been sitting here, watching the same light and shadow. What was he thinking then? Chen Yiying? Their newborn child? Or the future he was about to embark on?"

Jing Tian didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Qilin stood up and dusted himself off: "Let's go, that's about it for today."

The two left their former residence and found a restaurant nearby for dinner.

Jing Tian asked, "Are you coming again tomorrow?"

Zhang Qilin looked at her and smiled, "Don't you find it boring?"

"At first you might have thought," Jing Tian said honestly, "but this afternoon, sitting there watching you pondering things by yourself, looking at those old houses and old photos, reading that letter—it seems like you understand a little better."

"Understand what?"

Jing Tian thought for a moment and said, "I understand why you said acting is not just about memorizing lines. If you don't think about what kind of person the character is and why they do those things, the person you portray will be fake."

Zhang Qilin nodded without saying anything.

On the second and third days, they went to the former residence every day and stayed for most of the day.

Sometimes Zhang Qilin would sit in the courtyard in a daze, sometimes he would stand in front of the display case looking at the yellowed documents, and sometimes he would walk around alone in the empty room, as if searching for something.

Jing Tian gradually got used to this rhythm.

She no longer just waited passively; she began to seriously read the introductions and articles written by Lin Juemin to understand the history of that era.

Sometimes she would ask Zhang Qilin questions about acting, roles, and the people and events of that era.

A few days later, the three of them went to the Huanghuagang Seventy-Two Martyrs Cemetery.

Zhang Qilin sat in front of the tomb for an entire afternoon.

Jing Tian stood quietly a few steps away, not approaching.

As the sun set, he finally stood up and bowed deeply to the tombstone with utmost solemnity.

It's not so much an actor's courtesy to the role, but more like a newcomer's tribute and dialogue to the pioneers.

"Let's go," Zhang Qilin said.

Jing Tian nodded and silently followed.

The three returned to Fuzhou overnight and stayed at a hotel near Lin Juemin's former residence.

Before returning to his room, Zhang Qilin said to Jing Tian, ​​"These next few days, I need to get into character, so my mental state might change a bit. Don't worry, it'll be fine in a few days."

Jing Tian nodded with some concern: "I understand. You should also be careful and not overwork yourself."

Back in his room, Zhang Qilin closed the door, and the room fell silent.

After taking a shower, he lay in bed and silently recited, "Activate the reincarnation of Qingyi."

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