Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

In the story, Qian Kang, played by Director Feng, forgot about Boss You, also known as Little Jiang, in the village for two months. As it turns out, Director Feng actually forgot about Jiang Lai in the village, but only for half a month.

The film crew once again drove all the way to Weixian County, and Director Feng rushed into that farmhouse.

When the old man who owned the house saw Director Feng arrive, his face immediately fell, and he grabbed Director Feng's arm and began to cry:

"You've finally arrived! This child is terrifying. You should take him away quickly. We don't want the money."

You wouldn't believe it, this child just eats cabbage stalks all day and drinks some corn porridge we make; he doesn't eat anything else.

One night I got up to pee and saw a dark figure standing in front of my chicken coop from a great distance. I even grabbed a machete, but the kid just stood there dumbfounded.

He was muttering incoherently; I suspect the child is possessed! He's barely recognizable as human anymore!

Director Feng asked anxiously, "Why aren't you making phone calls?"

The old man shrugged: "We don't have cell phones either!"

Director Feng covered his face, only then remembering that he had taken Jiang Lai's phone with him when he left.

Well, this is a real-life scenario.

He hurriedly followed the old man to the chicken coop, and was completely dumbfounded when he saw Jiang Lai.

His body was hunched over, his clothes were filthy, his hair was so dirty and messy that it was all tangled up, his beard was unshaven, and his face was patchy with black and yellow, looking like it could be rubbed dry with the slightest touch.

This is no longer the handsome CEO Jiang; he looks worse than a homeless man.

"This child insists he can't take a bath, saying that if he does, he won't smell the same! What smell?! My pigs are cleaner than this!"

Hearing the old man's words, Director Feng's lips twitched.

He walked closer and saw that Jiang Lai's eyes were cloudy, as if covered with a layer of paste, staring intently at the chickens in the cage, while he kept muttering to himself.

Director Feng leaned closer to listen more carefully.

"It's about enduring, not suffering; it's about enduring, not suffering."

......

Director Feng and a staff member helped Jiang Lai climb up the earthen kiln at the entrance of the village; the guy could barely walk now.

"You silly child! Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? We can film it later." Director Feng helped Jiang Lai lie down, his tone full of heartache.

"I feel great without a director! Let's shoot!"

Jiang Lai looked up; his face was ashen, but his eyes were no longer cloudy and were now bright and piercing.

"Done! Filming!"

Director Feng nodded vigorously, ran down the embankment, and quickly sat down behind the monitor.

He stared at the image on the screen, at the dirty-looking person, his body trembling with excitement.

He knew all too well what Jiang Lai's state meant for an actor.

Come on! Give it your all! Let me see just how far you can go!

Director Feng picked up a megaphone.

"Action!"

Jiang Lai lay on the ground, his head buried in his arms, breathing slowly, his body motionless.

As if he had heard something, he nudged his head slightly and then remained still, but it was clear that he was listening intently.

Is that the sound of a car?

He shuddered, his back tensed, his shoulders hunched, and he braced himself against the ground with both hands, slowly raising his head.

His gaze went from unfocused to focused.

He saw it!

It's a car!

It's the car that came to pick him up!

For a moment, he was dazed, and his body seemed to lose all strength, causing him to sway.

A strong, bittersweet feeling welled up inside me and rushed into my eyes.

This is so agonizing!

We're starving! There's no oil or fat in the food! Every day here is unbearable.

At this moment, all around was yellow dust, and he was wearing tattered clothes.

But Jiang Lai's eyes became increasingly clear and pure.

The camera slowly pans forward.

Those glass-like eyes shattered with a crash, turning into tears that flowed down, carrying with them the grievances of the past few days.

It was smashed into the soil, drop by drop.

"hiss--"

Director Feng gasped, his hair standing on end. A brief shot had allowed him to truly understand the character.

He wasn't lying on the earthen kiln waiting; he was hoping.

Seeing the car didn't mean he saw hope; it meant he had finally made it through the tough times.

That road was his only hope, and his only way out.

The scene was quiet, with no explosions, yet it was full of potential for explosions.

"Wow! Xiao Jiang'er acted so well in this scene, her eyes are like they can speak!"

Director Feng couldn't stop praising it. He found this short segment thoroughly enjoyable, insightful, and exhilarating!

"Hey, look! That head tilted and he fainted, so natural! So amazing! Just like it happened!"

Director Feng grinned widely, looking extremely excited.

"Director, director! Stop praising him!"

"What's wrong? You can't even praise someone for acting well! What kind of mentality is that?"

"No, Director, Mr. Jiang seems to have really fainted!"

Director Feng: "..."

"Jiang'er!!!"

In the county hospital, the doctor looked at the test results in his hand, silent and with a very serious expression.

Director Feng stood to the side, his heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

If something really happens to Jiang Lai, he won't be able to explain it to Master Han and the others, let alone to Jiang's father.

If word got out that something had happened to an actor in Feng Xiaogang's film crew, he didn't even want to imagine how the media would condemn him.

The other party is still an investor, so forget about staying in this industry. All the big investors will no longer invest in his movies.

Besides, he had a pretty good relationship with Jiang Lai. If a promising young man were to be ruined like this, he would be too ashamed to face Jiang Lai again, and even more ashamed to face the entertainment industry.

Director Feng felt increasingly distressed as he thought about it, and he almost cried.

"It's nothing serious, just low blood sugar and mild malnutrition. Let's give him an IV drip of glucose first. Once he wakes up, he can be discharged and go out to eat something good."

The doctor's words were like the voice of an angel, instantly saving Director Feng. He couldn't hold back his tears and rushed over to grab the doctor's hand, shaking it repeatedly.

The doctor was completely baffled by this turn of events; why get so worked up over a simple case of low blood sugar?

In the ward, the nurse pulled Jiang Lai's arm away and fell silent.

So dark!

She picked up a wad of alcohol swab and wiped herself, then pursed her lips and fell silent again.

It wasn't wiped clean.

The young woman looked up at Director Feng beside her, her eyes filled with sympathy and admiration. Saving a complete stranger, this man is truly...

"You're such a good person!"

Director Feng was also baffled by this statement.

After a while, Jiang Lai slowly woke up after finishing his IV drip.

Director Feng grabbed Jiang Lai's hand and cried out, "Jiang'er! You scared me to death! Please don't do that again next time!"

However, Director Feng never expected that Jiang Lai's first words after waking up would be:

"Director! Let's go, hurry up and film the chicken-eating scene, I'm starving!"

Director Feng was unsure whether the guy was being professional or genuinely wanted to play PUBG.

Back at the village entrance, the assistant director arranged for a group of children to lie on the earthen kiln to make the scene more vivid.

It was agreed that it would cost five yuan per child, but many children would fight over it even if it cost nothing, just for the fun of it.

Director Feng walked into the frame, opened the car door, and pulled Jiang Lai along.

"Come, come, go say goodbye to your second uncle."

Jiang Lai should have been responding to his lines at this point, but he was so hungry that he pushed Director Feng's arm with one hand and wolfed down the chicken with the other, not caring at all about speaking.

Seeing this, Director Feng thought, "Fine, let's just improvise." He plopped down in the car.

"Hey, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you, don't choke."

Jiang Lai waved his hand, took a big bite of chicken, and his dirty face was covered in oil.

"Ugh! Water...water!"

His expression of pain wasn't an act; he was genuinely choking.

Director Feng frantically searched the car and actually found a half-empty bottle of mineral water under the seat.

Jiang Lai snatched it away, reluctant to put the chicken down, and awkwardly twisted it open with both his mouth and hands before gulping it down.

Director Feng watched from the sidelines, feeling both helpless and gratified.

"Whew—that feels great!"

Jiang Lai threw down the bottle and finally felt a glimmer of energy return to his body.

"Now I understand why my old man made me reminisce about the past. If I hadn't gone through this experience, I wouldn't have understood how much of a spoiled brat I used to be!"

Director Feng grinned crookedly and said in his hoarse voice:

"You've thought it through, you've made up your mind, but you've eaten all the edible meat in that village, you've ruined the village like that, and you still think you can just get out of the car and leave without even saying goodbye?"

Jiang Lai lowered his head, no longer in the mood to eat the meat in his hand.

"I know I've caused a lot of trouble for the village, and I'm too ashamed to face my fellow villagers again, but I will definitely do some good things for them! When I get back, I'll set up a chicken farm for them and help them get rich!"

Director Feng said with relief, "Everything will be alright, right?"

Jiang Lai nodded seriously.

everything will get better.