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

[...then he hurriedly took Daiyu's hand and asked: How old are you, little sister? Have you been to school? What medicine are you taking now? Don't miss home here...]

Meanwhile, he asked the old women: "Have Miss Lin's belongings been moved in? How many people did she bring? You should quickly clean two servants' rooms so they can rest."

When I read this in the past, I only thought it was an example of Sister Feng being shrewd and tactful in every way.

But at this moment, he discovered a deeper meaning.

That series of questions was not randomly piled up, but rather some were urgent and some were less so, and some were related to certain groups and some were not.

His questioning of Daiyu was delivered with a tone of intimacy tinged with an air of unquestioning authority, his words rapid and dense, revealing an eagerness to bring her under his control.

When she turned to instruct the maids, her tone immediately became efficient and decisive, her instructions clear, and she instantly switched into the role of the matriarch.

There was almost no pause between the two paragraphs, yet the transition from performative concern to practical instructions was perfectly executed.

Within a single passage, multiple shifts in relationships, social status, and even inner calculations are seamlessly conveyed.

Zhang Qilin felt as if he had traveled through time and space, and was in the Grand View Garden, witnessing firsthand the actions of the characters in the book.

He was no longer simply reading words, but experiencing their lives as if he were doing it himself.

He could truly feel the heartbeat and breath of each character, as if he were in the same world as them, personally experiencing their stories.

This feeling allowed him to understand the characters beyond the surface, delving into their very souls.

It was like touching their most authentic inner world.

As Zhang Qilin continued to delve into the details of the characters in the book, his speed in recording biographical sketches increased significantly.

His mind was as if a wide channel had been opened, and a continuous stream of inspiration and insights poured into it.

The pen in his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, dancing rapidly on the paper, recording his profound understanding of the characters one by one.

The characters' motivations and emotions, which previously required a lot of brainpower to understand, now become clear and understandable.

The secrets hidden behind the words, like crystals illuminated by sunlight, were revealed to him without reservation.

When he finished analyzing the last character, a strong sense of accomplishment welled up inside him.

He stretched his shoulders and looked up at the time.

5:40.

He was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

I hurriedly packed my notebook and other important items into my bag, not even bothering to wash my face, and rushed out.

When he arrived at the rehearsal hall, Feng Yuanzheng was already practicing vocalizations with the other interns.

Zhang Qilin tiptoed into the room, put his backpack in the corner, and quietly walked to the window to start singing.

Feng Yuanzheng noticed Zhang Qilin coming in, but he only glanced at him before continuing to correct the pronunciation and breathing of the others.

During a break, Feng Yuanzheng walked up to him and saw Zhang Qilin's reddened eyes.

He whispered his instructions:

"Working hard is a good thing, but you also need to take care of your health."

"I understand, teacher. I'll definitely pay attention next time," Zhang Qilin quickly replied.

Feng Yuanzheng nodded, said nothing more, turned and walked to the window to pick up his teacup and drink water.

Zhang Qilin walked to a corner and sat down, closing his eyes as if to rest.

He has an audition for "The Grand Hotel Suite" tomorrow afternoon. He doesn't know the director of this film, so he needs to do some preparation.

Thinking of this, he calmed his mind and focused his spirit.

The Celestial Compass appeared before my eyes.

He silently recited in his heart:

"Daily Fortune Telling: What should I pay attention to when auditioning for 'The Grand Hotel Suite'?"

The compass shimmered with light, and the runes on the surface of the divination tube flickered.

Several jade tokens flew before my eyes:

Director Gu Wei is a low-key and pragmatic person who prefers to wear simple, clean, and neat clothes, mainly casual and formal styles suitable for urban daily life. The colors are mainly neutral colors such as black, white, gray, and light khaki, which fit the urban light comedy tone of "The Grand Hotel Suite". Bright red, bright green, and sequined reflective colors are avoided.

This drama emphasizes the authenticity of life, avoiding exaggerated and sentimental performances and deliberate showing off of skills. It aims to portray characters in a simple and natural way, which aligns with director Gu Wei's vision.

Director Gu Wei values ​​dialogue the most. Don't shout, but don't speak weakly or without confidence. Pronounce words clearly, and let the rhythm follow the character's mood. Convey emotions through speech, not by relying on volume to attract attention.

[This is a light comedy. Director Gu Wei hides the humor in the characters' dialogue and emotional contrasts. The understated and natural performances during the audition actually have a unique charm.]

After reading the four divination slips, he gained a certain understanding of Director Gu Wei.

He now needs to prepare the footage for his audition tomorrow afternoon.

The best excerpts are, of course, the classic plays performed by the Beijing People's Art Theatre.

But director Gu Wei has worked at the Beijing People's Art Theatre for many years and must have seen many people's performances.

Given his current situation, there is a significant gap between him and those seniors, and he will definitely appear very inexperienced in front of Director Gu Wei.

Therefore, he wanted to try a different approach to this audition.

Having figured this out, Zhang Qilin decided to go out into the streets to find inspiration.

In the morning, we had Ms. He Bing's acting class.

10:30.

During Ms. He Bing's break, Zhang Qilin quietly went up to ask for leave:

"Teacher, can I leave a little early?"

"What's wrong?" He Bing asked Zhang Qilin, puzzled.

Zhang Qilin took out his notebook:

"Didn't you say we should observe life in the hutongs? I've been very busy lately, so I'd like to take advantage of my lunch break to stroll around the nearby hutongs."

He Bing was somewhat surprised. Two days had passed since he talked about it in class the day before yesterday, and no one had come to him with their notebooks to look at them.

Zhang Qilin didn't look for anyone, because he was going to be an extra that night.

I didn't expect this child to be so diligent, even making use of his lunch break.

"Okay, go ahead," He Bing nodded. "Don't just watch. Observe which vendor raises which eyebrow first when they shout, and how an old man touches his nose when he takes back a move in chess. Life is not a stage set, but how people move."

"Understood," Zhang Qilin replied with a smile.

After leaving the Beijing People's Art Theatre, Zhang Qilin walked about 800 meters along Di'anmen East Street and arrived at Nanluoguxiang.

This is one of the oldest neighborhoods in Kyoto.

Zhang Qilin, holding a pen and notebook, walked along the main alley.

Observe the knowing glances between the couple in front of the stall, and the several elderly people playing chess in the corner.

The deliveryman was making an apology on the phone while pedaling furiously.

The subtle nuances of intimacy between two neighbors chatting idly at their doorway...

As he passed by a small milk tea shop, he saw a young man with neat, tousled hair busy at work, shaking his shaker cup loudly.

As he turned to add ice to his glass, his elbow brushed against the glass of whipped cream next to him, leaving a small ring of pale yellow cream on the inside of the glass and even splattering onto his checkered apron.

The girl taking the order noticed and was about to speak when the waiter glanced down, wiped his apron, and chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"Look at this mess! I was just saying the apron needed replacing, but it seemed to be in a better hurry than I was."

As he spoke, he picked up a sterilized cloth from the table and wiped the cream off the cup.

Then I unscrewed the cream jar, deliberately scooped an extra spoonful and piled it on top of the cup, and even took a plump black pearl from the glass jar and embedded it on the cream.

"Apologetic pearls, creamy garnish, unlimited sweetness, and free happiness."

As he pushed the milk tea over, tea stains from his fingertips smeared onto the label on the cup, but he smiled so hard his eyes crinkled.

The girl burst out laughing at his joke, and all her displeasure vanished.

Without exaggerated expressions, just a casual joke and a small remedial action, a potentially awkward moment was made relaxed.

Standing outside the shop, Zhang Qilin noted the curve of his eyes when he smiled, and the slightly flustered yet composed little gesture when he wiped his apron.

……

That evening, after leaving the stage, Zhang Qilin wandered around the dressing rooms with his notebook.

It wasn't until I saw Teacher He Bing chatting with Teacher Song Dandan in a dressing room.

He knocked on the door and went in:

"Teacher He, these are my observation notes from today. Could you please take a look at them for me?"