HuaYu: A Great Director Starting with Dream of the Red Chamber

On the other end of the phone, Jing Tian heard Li Yan's annoying Guanzhong dialect.

He paused for a moment, then immediately roared back in a fit of rage:

"Li Yan, you idiot! Stop pretending with me. Art, my foot! What do you mean by 'the correct way to open it'? Explain yourself!"

"Tsk, you just don't understand."

Li Yan moved his phone a little further away, slowly building suspense:

"My script teaches you how to become famous correctly, scientifically, and in line with social trends! What, you're not going to read it? If you don't, I'll give it to someone else, Boss Yang..."

"You dare!"

Jing Tian gave a sharp shout, then her voice softened: "Send the keratin to me, via email or QQ?"

"That won't do."

Li Yanyi refused righteously and firmly:

"This is a trade secret, what if it gets leaked? Besides, this script is incredibly powerful, it needs the director to explain it to you personally, you can't understand it just by reading the text..."

"Excuses, all excuses! You just want to scam me out of a meal!"

Jing Tian snorted, though she sounded fierce, she was clearly very receptive to his words.

"Fine, you wait. I'll be over this afternoon. If it's not as dire as you make it out to be, hmph, I could beat you up when you were a kid, and I can bite you to death now!!"

Li Yan was a little surprised when he heard this. He had only meant to tease her, after all, it wasn't easy to get leave from the film crew, especially since she was the female lead.

"Aren't you still filming in Zhuozhou? Will Liu Xingang release you?"

"I'm almost done filming! I didn't have many scenes left to begin with, and then..."

Jing Tian paused, a little annoyed, and with a hint of gossip:

"Well, anyway, I can leave now. There was a bit of trouble on set this afternoon, there's a supporting actress... never mind, we'll talk about it when we meet. Bye!"

beep~

Li Yan looked at the phone screen where the call had been disconnected and shook his head with a wry smile.

Time really flies when you're busy.

Even the production team of "The Great Biography of Sun Tzu," a long and tedious drama, is about to wrap up filming.

So, Mr. Han's "The Founding of a Republic" should be scheduled for release soon, right?

This summer has really become lively.

……

In the evening, chilled watermelon, cut into small, easy-to-eat pieces, was placed on the stone table in the courtyard.

Red and cool, it's incredibly tempting in the sweltering heat of summer.

Naza sat on the stone bench with a worried look on his face, still holding the book "Basic Skills of Dialogue" in his hands.

Wearing a tank top and athletic shorts, her two long, white legs dangled aimlessly.

While absentmindedly petting the large orange on the table, he practiced his lines with a blank stare:

"Eight hundred... standard-bearers... eating watermelon... no, running up the north slope... artillery... oh dear!"

The orange cat, annoyed by her noise, flicked its tail, which brushed against her mouth, leaving her with a mouthful of fur.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

Li Yan lay on the rattan chair, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan and laughing.

"Hey, if the model soldiers eat watermelon, then do the artillerymen have to drink beer?"

Naza looked over with a pained and aggrieved expression:

"Director, this tongue twister is still too difficult... Besides, there's no training class today, and Miss is out having a party. Why are you leaving me with you...?"

"I'm the director, she's the producer. The producer goes out socializing, and the director trains the actors. The division of labor is clear."

Li Yan sat up and handed her a fork:

"It's true that God opened a door to good looks for you, but also welded the windows shut! Alright, eat some watermelon, rest a bit, and then practice again."

Naza didn't mind Li Yan's insults; as long as he praised her beauty, that was enough.

She happily took the fork, ready to cut off a piece of the cool watermelon to cool off.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Naza immediately threw the book on the table and stood up:

"Coming, coming! I'll go open the door!"

As soon as the door opened, Jing Tian, ​​wearing sunglasses, strode in.

He was also carrying two boxes of Zhou Hei Ya (a type of braised duck neck) and a huge, heavy bag of fruit.

Seeing Naza open the door, he didn't think much of it, took off his sunglasses, and greeted her with a smile:

"Hey, Nazha's here too? He looks so miserable, got bullied by Li Yan again?"

Naza nodded frantically, as if he had seen a long-lost relative:

"Hello, Sister Tian Tian. The director is too strict; he made me practice tongue twisters, and my tongue is about to get tied in knots..."

"Ignore him, that's just how he is."

Jing Tian patted her head sympathetically, walked into the courtyard, threw Zhou Hei Ya on the stone table, pushed past Li Yan, and plopped down in his rattan chair:

"This traffic jam has been terrible, I'm dying of thirst! Hurry up, get me some water, and hand over my notebook!"

Li Yan poured her a cup of tea with a sigh, and handed her a wet wipe: "Didn't you say you'd be here this afternoon? It's almost dark, why did it take so long?"

"Don't even mention it!"

The mere mention of this made Jing Tian furious, and she rolled her eyes twice.

"I could have left earlier, but a supporting actress in the crew suddenly fainted on set for some reason, saying she had a stomachache... Anyway, a bunch of people rushed her to the hospital, and it's been going on until now!"

As she spoke, she leaned closer mysteriously:

"Also, I heard from the makeup artist that she seems to have... broken progesterone? You know, it's not like we're filming an action scene, how could that thing break? Isn't that strange?"

While eating watermelon, Naza immediately perked up his ears upon hearing some gossip and leaned over curiously to ask:

"What's broken?"

Li Yan stared at the two of them speechlessly; one dared to speak so bluntly, and the other dared to ask such a question…

Good guy!

"Did filming exhaustion cause progesterone rupture?!"

Those who know, know. It's not that filming is tiring; it's all because of excessive "hair styling."

If he remembers correctly, this is clearly about Liang Ge's future wife, so why are they trying to link this together?!

Li Yan silently lit a candle for that honest man, Brother Liang, in his heart.

"Go ahead and enjoy your gossip!"

Li Yan picked up the script, lightly tapped the head of the man with the spiky hair, and said to Jing Tian in an annoyed tone:

"Alright, stop worrying about others! Here, read the script you wanted first, then we'll talk."

Jing Tian snatched it away and eagerly began to flip it over.

A moment later, her brows furrowed, and she looked up at Li Yan with suspicion:

"Li Yan, are you trying to trick me?"

"Lin Mengmeng, a rich second-generation, spoiled and pampered, hit someone while drunk, and is still a suspect?!"

Jing Tian pushed the script onto the table and said with a hint of disdain:

"This is so unlikable! I've finally built up some goodwill with the public, and you want me to play a hit-and-run driver? Is this the 'right way' or the 'way to get criticized'?"

Li Yan had anticipated her reaction.

Modern actresses haven't yet experienced the baptism of "all villains" or "crazy beauties" that came later, and they all feel that only the truly good, kind, and beautiful leading ladies are good resources.

He slowly took a sip of tea and shook his head:

"Isn't that superficial?"

"Who is Lin Mengmeng? She's a rich girl who's spoiled by her father, panics when things go wrong, and isn't inherently bad, but she's caused a huge disaster."

Li Yan pointed at Jing Tian: "Does this even need acting? Isn't this just you?!"

"Huh?!" Jing Tian's eyes widened, and she raised her fork. "Li Yan, are you insulting me?!"

Li Yan ignored her aggressive gestures.

"Let me finish. The audience is already tired of seeing the same old stories of exceptionally talented women and beauties in troubled times."

"If you act in those kinds of roles, the audience will only think you're fake, that you're pretentious, and that you're a backer."

"Lin Mengmeng is different."

Li Yan pointed to the name on the script:

"All the stories, conflicts, and plot twists revolve around redeeming you."

"The more hated this character was in the early stages, the more heartbroken the audience felt when his father took the blame for him later. All the stories, conflicts, and plot twists unfolded in order to redeem him."

"In this industry, it's not the criticism that's scary, it's the lack of controversy. Controversy generates buzz and makes people remember you."

"As long as people can remember them, even villains can become classics."

Jing Tian was immediately smitten.

I worked so hard in "The Great Biography of Sun Tzu", but I didn't see anyone praise me. On the contrary, this kind of "natural performance" role seems to be more promising?

"Okay! I'll trust you this time!"

She hugged the script she had just been complaining about back to her arms, treating it like a precious treasure.

"I'll take the role. When does filming start? How much will it cost? I'll call Uncle Lu right now and have him pay me!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone to make a call, so incredibly bold!

"Hey, no!"