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

Chapter 153 Lin Juemin's Audition

The ten-day immersive experience made him feel much more immersed in the role than the five-day immersive experience.

Now, it seems as if he truly followed Lin Juemin through the last ten days of his life.

He fully embraced Lin Juemin's perspective and incorporated his thoughts.

Those images weren't from his memory, yet they were as clear as if he had experienced them firsthand.

He knew that this was the mark left on his consciousness by ten days of immersion in the role.

Although it is not Lin Juemin's actual memory, he still respects it.

This time, he did not use the methods taught in the academy to detach himself, as he had done the previous two times.

Out of respect for the martyrs, he decided to follow his intuition about this legacy.

During those ten days, what Lin Juemin missed most was his family.

So he asked Jing Tian to accompany him to Yangqiao Lane again.

Jing Tian looked at Zhang Qilin, took a deep breath, and nodded to him.

They arrived at Yangqiao Lane.

They avoided the throngs of tourists at the main entrance and quietly entered through the side door.

He didn't look at the photos and materials in the exhibition hall, but walked through each room, stopping in front of each door and pausing in front of each window.

In the main hall, he bowed deeply to the empty room.

In the study, he stared for a long time at the old, empty desk.

Finally, he went to the backyard and stood under the two magnolia trees.

"Tell me," he suddenly began, as if talking to himself, yet also as if addressing Jing Tian, ​​"if his soul were to return and see this former residence transformed into a museum for posterity to admire, see this magnolia tree blooming year after year, see this bustling city of Fuzhou—would he think it was all worthwhile?"

Jing Tian thought for a moment and said softly, "I don't know if he will measure it by whether it's worth it or not, but I think if he could see that today's children can study in peace and there are no starving people on the streets—he would at least feel gratified."

He remained silent for a long time, then gave a very soft "hmm".

There was an endless sigh in that voice.

Jing Tian looked at Zhang Qilin.

She watched Zhang Qilin, who was deeply immersed in his role, and although she was anxious, she knew she couldn't act too impulsively.

She remembered the coping methods Zhang Qilin had taught her.

The two went out the door.

Zhang Qilin stood at the door, looked around, and remained silent for a long time.

"They don't know," he said suddenly.

"What?"

“Those people,” he pointed to the passersby, “don’t know that more than a hundred years ago, someone walked out of here and never came back. They don’t know that when that person left, all he wanted was for them to be able to live peacefully like this.”

Jing Tian followed his gaze.

A young couple walked by hand in hand; the girl was laughing loudly, and the boy looked at her with doting eyes.

An elderly man slowly pushed a stroller past, and the baby inside was babbling.

Several students whizzed past on their bicycles, their schoolbags bouncing in the baskets.

"That's what he wanted," Zhang Qilin said. "That's 'helping everyone in the world love what they love.'"

Jing Tian looked at him and suddenly understood something.

"That's why you need to play him well, right?"

Zhang Qilin turned to look at her.

"Because you played him well, more people will know about him," Jing Tian looked at him, "know what he did, know why he did it, and those who watch the movie will be like us today, standing here, reading that letter, thinking about those things."

Zhang Qilin remained silent.

The next day, he took a walk around Fuzhou.

I ate the most authentic Fuzhou cuisine, including fish balls and meat swallow dumplings.

He ate carefully, occasionally pausing to stare at the dishes on the table in a daze.

I came across a fish ball soup vendor on the street.

Zhang Qilin walked over, bought two servings of fish ball soup, and handed one to Jing Tian.

Jing Tian took it, took a sip, and her eyes lit up.

"It tastes good."

Zhang Qilin also took a sip, but didn't say anything.

But Jing Tian noticed that he drank very slowly, as if he was savoring something special.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Zhang Qilin said. "I just feel that it's nice to be able to quietly drink a bowl of fish ball soup like this."

For Lin Juemin, such an ordinary fish ball soup was a luxury he could never return to.

For them, this was nothing out of the ordinary.

She suddenly felt that the fish ball soup in her hand tasted better than any she had ever had before.

The two of them stood by the roadside, holding their bowls, and slowly drank.

People came and went around them, but no one gave them a second glance.

On his last day, he went to the Minjiang River to watch the flowing water and cargo ships passing by with their horns blaring.

He went to Yushan and looked out over half of Fuzhou from under the White Pagoda.

Skyscrapers intertwine with the eaves of the old town, outlining the contours of different eras.

He sat there, not saying a word, just watching.

Jing Tian silently followed behind Zhang Qilin, in case something happened to him.

"I've been thinking," he suddenly spoke as evening approached, his voice returning to its usual tone, "do we now possess what he wanted to change?"

He didn't specify anything, but Jing Tian understood.

She thought for a moment, then answered seriously: "We have a lot. There's no emperor, no exorbitant taxes, ordinary people can eat their fill and stay warm, and they can go to many places. Of course—"

There are new problems, very different problems, but that world of "bloodshed and wolves everywhere" is truly over.

He nodded slowly and let out a long sigh.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a calm that came from understanding, as well as endless sorrow and reverence.

"It's over—" he repeated, closing his eyes.

Two lines of tears slid down without warning, silently.

That night, the intense emotional turmoil subsided, leaving only weakness from excessive mental exertion.

He knew that the most difficult period was over.

The memories and feelings about Lin Juemin have not disappeared.

They no longer usurped his consciousness, but became a part of him, the very flesh and blood and foundation upon which he understood that character and that era.

The side effects are less of an obstacle to overcome and more of a necessary and profound tempering process.

He was out of character, but some things remained forever in his eyes.

The next day, Zhang Qilin sat up in bed.

He saw Jing Tian lying by the bed.

The noise woke Jing Tian.

When Jing Tian saw Zhang Qilin get up, she picked up a glass of water from the table next to her and handed it to him.

Zhang Qilin took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Jing Tian asked nervously, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Zhang Qilin said.

He rubbed his temples.

Seeing Zhang Qilin return to normal, Jing Tian finally felt relieved.

These past few days have also been an unforgettable experience for her.

From initial shock and bewilderment to gradually getting used to and participating in it, she felt as if she had traveled through time and had a close encounter with history.

The school had systematically taught her how to get into character, but when she actually faced it, she found it to be completely different from the theories in the books.

These three days of experience were also a baptism for her.

In the past, when she acted, she only thought about memorizing her lines, making good expressions, and fulfilling the director's requirements.

But now she understands that real acting isn't like that.

True performance is about becoming that person.

It means going to the places he lived, seeing the scenery he saw, and thinking about the things he thought.

It's about letting yourself live his life.

Let her know how much it takes to become a good actor.

Zhang Qilin's experience of immersing herself in the role this time was like opening a door for her.

Driven by her love for acting, she asked, "Dalin, do you have time to teach me acting? I also want to truly understand the character's inner world."

Seeing Jing Tian's serious expression, Zhang Qilin smiled and nodded, "No problem, but you'll have to wait until I finish filming. You can come to the Beijing People's Art Theatre to learn from them."

"Okay, it's a deal," Jing Tian's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

The next day, the group returned to Kyoto.

Zhang Qilin contacted Zhang Li to confirm the audition time.

A few days before the audition, Zhang Qilin asked He Bing to help him rehearse and test the results.

A few days later, at the preparatory group's residence for the Xinhai Revolution.

That morning, the location became lively as several mainstream media outlets came to interview the crew about their preparations.

All departments were in top form to prepare for the interview.

Zhang Li led everyone inside: "Don't rush, don't rush. I invited you all here today to show you the progress of our production team's preparations. The art department and costume department are doing the final historical verification—"

Push open the iron gate of the camp.

In the courtyard, there were some prop samples, a few chairs in the style of the Republic of China, two antique-style desks, and several staff members were gesturing with blueprints, indicating what they were.

The reporter's camera immediately focused on these.

Leaving the props team, Zhang Li led the group elsewhere.

One media outlet asked, "Director Zhang, has the cast been finalized yet? Are there any well-known actors joining the cast?"

He continued, "The casting process is nearing completion. We are committed to being highly responsible for the history and the characters, striving to find the most suitable actors—"

As they were talking, they saw Zhang Qilin walking towards them, wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark trousers.

"Hey, Director Zhang, is that Zhang Qilin? Who does he play in the movie?" A sharp-eyed reporter spotted Zhang Qilin and asked in a low voice.

Following the sound, Zhang Li looked and saw Zhang Qilin turn into a room. He asked uncertainly, "That's the audition room. He might be auditioning for a role."

Several media outlets expressed their desire to film the audition process.

Zhang Li reluctantly led several media outlets into the room.

Several people were already seated in the room, and Zhang Qilin was standing in the center of the room, introducing something.

When Zhang Li entered, everyone stood up.

The assistant director, seated in the middle, was the first to greet him: "Director Zhang, what brings you here?"

In front of the camera lens, Zhang Li smiled and said, "I'm currently showing several media outlets around the preparations for the film crew. What are you doing here?"

"Director Zhang, we're auditioning for the actor who plays Lin Juemin," the assistant director introduced.

Zhang Li picked up Zhang Qilin's resume and pretended to flip through it in front of the camera: "Oh, an actor from the Beijing People's Art Theatre, not bad."

Then he looked up at Zhang Qilin and asked, "Do you know anything about Lin Juemin?"

Zhang Qilin, with a solemn expression and neither humble nor arrogant, said, "Director Zhang, before I came here, I conducted in-depth research on Lin Juemin—"

He briefly explained his understanding of this character, from his life story to his inner journey.

Zhang Li listened and nodded in satisfaction: "Good, very good."

At this moment, a media outlet shouted, "Director Zhang, why don't you audition yourself and let the audience see?"

Zhang Li pretended to be troubled and thought for a moment before nodding: "Alright, then I'll make an exception."

Zhang Li put down her resume, grabbed a chair, and sat down opposite Zhang Qilin.

Upon seeing this, several media outlets immediately set up their cameras.

Once everything was ready, Zhang Li spoke up, "Lin Juemin, you are a handsome and well-off man, so why do you insist on associating with the rebels?"