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

The role of Yu Jiaolong amplified Zhang Ziyi's "stubbornness" to the extreme, and it seems that from this point on, that spirit could not be shaken off no matter what role she played.

Fortunately, this energy is exactly what Li An wants.

Zhang Ziyi rode his horse into the bandits' den, his expression stubborn and his eyes fierce.

A group of bandits were dividing up their loot when they saw a woman who dared to chase after them. The leader of the gang immediately walked over with a lewd grin.

The actor who plays this minor leader is Kou Zhanwen, who is also the martial arts director of the crew. He is mainly responsible for the action of the extras. He will play many roles in the future, such as Erniu in "Spring Bright Pigsy", who is also Hou Yi, and Yuchi Gong in "Heroes of Sui and Tang Dynasties".

Kou Zhanwen reached out to touch Zhang Ziyi's face, but was kicked away. Several bandits rushed forward, but were all knocked down.

Just as everyone was about to rush forward, Jiang Lai, standing not far away, raised the jade comb high and shouted, "She's mine! Let me have her!"

So the two of them got back on their horses and started chasing each other.

"Here you go! The comb is right here!"

"Give me back my comb!"

Was Yu Jiaolong really after that comb? Or perhaps, she was after something else.

Amidst the vast expanse of yellow sand, two horses gallop one after the other, raising clouds of dust. Their figures sway in the desolate Gobi Desert, their love flowing with the horses' hooves into the bleak twilight.

......

The beach in Beidaihe.

Gao Xiaosong and his crew have been filming here for some time now.

The night was deep and dark. The waves surged onto the beach and then receded. A bonfire was lit on the beach, and the flames flickered in the sea breeze.

Zhou Xun sat by the campfire, a cigarette between her fingers, squinting at the sea.

She was wearing a floral dress, her hair was a mess from the sea breeze, and her face was expressionless.

Pu Shu sat down next to her with his guitar in his arms, and began to play and sing without saying a word.

That laughter reminded me of my flowers. They quietly bloom for me in every corner of my life.

"I once thought I would stay by her side forever. Today, we are gone, lost in the vast sea of ​​people."

"They must be old now. Where are they now?"

"And so, we went our separate ways."

Pu Shu was the one Gao Xiaosong found to replace Jiang Lai in the role.

Zhou Xun turned her head to look at the young man. He was good in every way—talented, charming, with the same delicate mind and the same high spirits.

But it wasn't him after all.

As the song played, Zhou Xun stood up, barefoot, and stepped into the seawater, the waves lapping against her calves.

She turned to look at the person singing.

Suddenly I laughed.

But what I was thinking was...

If he were there, he would be playing the piano while raising an eyebrow at me, his smile both smug and handsome.

He would say, "Hey, stop splashing in the water, come and listen to me sing."

Then I'll curse at him, but I'll still obediently walk over.

Oh, I forgot, he can't play the piano.

Zhou Xun lowered her eyes and kicked the seawater hard.

"Xiao Xun, come over here and get ready to start filming!" Gao Xiaosong shouted from a distance.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xun slowly walked over, sat down in front of a car, and leaned against the hood.

As Gao Xiaosong called "Action," a male actor walked into the frame.

"Huanzi, what exactly is our relationship?"

Zhou Xun chuckled lightly, "It's a work-related matter."

"Then why did you let me kiss you?"

"Which day?"

"At the beach."

Zhou Xun looked up at the night sky and continued to smile, "That day was so beautiful. The sea was so beautiful, the sunset was so beautiful, and there were seagulls. I think we did the right thing."

The camera zooms in, revealing a smiling face, but with vacant eyes, as if looking elsewhere through the lens.

Gao Xiaosong stared at the monitor, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Click! One more!"

The male actor walks into the frame again, delivering the same dialogue and forcing a smile.

"Click!"

Gao Xiaosong thought for a moment and said to Zhou Xun, "Xiao Xun, let's rest and adjust. You were in a bad mood just now."

Zhou Xun didn't say anything, turned around and walked back to the beach, went to the campfire, squatted down, and lit a cigarette.

She glanced at the hazy horizon in the distance.

The flickering light of the campfire obscured her expression.

A sea breeze blew by, and she suddenly stood up. Amidst the astonished gazes of others, she frantically ran to her bag, pulling up her skirt.

She took out her phone, found the number, clicked to edit the message, and typed a bunch of words, then deleted them, then typed another bunch of words, then deleted them again, finally sending only four words.

"I miss you."

After sending the message, Zhou Xun sat down nervously, biting her fingers, filled with both anticipation and apprehension.

Shortly after, my phone vibrated.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the text message.

"Oh well."

Her expression froze, and then her whole face contorted in an instant.

"You son of a bitch! You're dead!!"

Zhou Xun slammed her phone onto the beach and glared at the onlookers, who quickly pretended to be very busy.

"Hey Pu Shu, look how beautiful these flowers are. It's not easy for them to bloom in summer. Why don't you write a song about it?"

"Hey director, it seems you know a lot about this. Summer flowers are indeed beautiful. How about we call this song 'Summer Flowers'?"

"I don't think that's appropriate. Let's add two more words: 'Life is like...'"

"Action!!"

Zhou Xun roared, and everyone trembled.

What is the person texting Zhou Xun doing right now?

In the town of Urho, the setting sun paints the desert in a golden hue.

Director Hakimi said not to film at night, as accidents could easily happen in the Devil City.

So the crew wrapped up work in the evening, set up a simple long table in the hotel, and everyone sat around it to prepare for dinner.

Hakimi led the locals in preparing to roast a whole lamb.

When the sheep's head was served, Jiang Laixing said impatiently, "Wait a minute," then mixed a bowl of sauce, poured it over the sheep's head, and muttered some incantations.

"Soul juice, pour it on."

Others didn't know what Jiang Lai was up to, but he was enjoying himself.

Just as Jiang was about to start eating, his phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Zhou Xun.

They're eating right now, and they're just making a mess.

He casually replied and immediately joined the food-grabbing frenzy, wolfing down his food.

The young foreigner, Old Zhan, ate his meat slowly and deliberately, then looked at Jiang Lai and asked curiously, "Jiang, do you always eat like this... so rudely?"

Jiang Lai replied vaguely, "It's a habit I picked up while filming before."

Old Zhan nodded, probably guessing why. "Filming here is also very tough. Jiang, you and Zhang are both very dedicated."

Jiang Lai smiled and put his arm around Zhang Ziyi next to him, "We're actors, it's only right."

"Ouch! Your greasy hands!" Zhang Ziyi slapped Jiang Lai's greasy hands away and continued to help Jiang Lai tear the meat strips so that he wouldn't choke.

Old Zhan continued, "Jiang, why do you want to be an actor?"

He knew that Jiang Lai was an investor, and he was genuinely curious why someone who wasn't short of money would be willing to endure hardship.

Jiang Lai took a bite of the meat Zhang Ziyi had placed on his plate, thought for a moment, and replied, "Because being an actor allows you to experience different lives and always feel something new."

Old James seemed to understand but not quite, "So, which role you've played is your favorite?"

"Next." Jiang replied crisply.

James laughed. "That sounds like something Ang Lee would say."

Jiang Lai shrugged.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Ziyi secretly took Jiang Lai's phone from the table.

She seemed to have just caught a glimpse of a name.

Finding the text message, she blinked, said nothing, and secretly put it back, continuing to serve Jiang Lai vegetables and shred meat, her expression unchanged.

As the sun sank below the horizon, its last rays illuminated the lively and joyous film crew.