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

Dance students are great! Dance students are great for conversation! Dance students can talk about anything!

Jiang Lai woke up before dawn, still savoring the memory of last night; his flexibility was truly remarkable.

The person in his arms was still asleep. He carefully pulled his arm out, but this woke the other person up. Zhang Ziyi opened his eyes groggily, pulled his arm back, and rubbed his head against his chest.

"Shouldn't we start work now?"

"Not yet, there's no sound outside, and no one's calling."

Jiang Lai shifted to a more comfortable position.

Zhang Ziyi didn't dare look at him, and stammered, "How about..."

Receiving no response, she looked up in confusion, only to meet those bright eyes.

Early morning is also a good time to exercise.

First came gentle and rhythmic aerobic exercise, followed by high-intensity, high-burst anaerobic exercise, which Jiang Lai thoroughly trained his cardiovascular function and core muscles.

Sweat dripped down, and a thoroughly enjoyable physical workout came to an end.

Jiang Lai calmed down for a while, turned on the bedside lamp, and comfortably lit a cigarette.

Zhang Ziyi, wrapped in a blanket, her face still flushed, suddenly asked, "How many girls have you slept with?"

This question made Jiang Lai's hand holding the cigarette tremble.

How am I supposed to answer that? I haven't done it in this life yet, but I did in the previous one.

He tried to appear calm and replied, "What's wrong?"

......

Zhang Ziyi was skeptical, but then suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I've seen this kind of thing before!"

"Ah, it was filmed overseas. I just happened to have seen it. By the way, you've actually seen these kinds of movies?" He made up a story on the spot and quickly changed the subject.

Zhang Ziyi blushed slightly, "I watched it with, with my friends."

"Who is it?"

"Oh, don't ask anymore!" Zhang Ziyi buried her face in the quilt shyly.

Jiang Lai stubbed out his cigarette with satisfaction, having managed to get away with it.

The two cuddled in bed for a while longer before someone finally called them to get to work.

The two quickly got dressed, but to Jiang Lai's shock, Zhang Ziyi was still limping before leaving the room, but once she stepped out, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Jiang asked to take a leave of absence, but Zhang Ziyi refused outright, saying that she couldn't keep the crew waiting.

Just as the crew was about to depart, Li An strolled over with his hands behind his back and gently asked Jiang Lai, "Should we give you two a day off?"

Jiang Lai was puzzled when he suddenly thought of something.

Li An's room was right next to his!

He let someone eavesdrop on him all night.

He was so embarrassed he scratched his toes, and forced himself to say, "No need."

Li An smiled knowingly and patted Jiang Lai on the shoulder, "Young people are full of energy, but be careful."

After saying that, he patted his behind and left.

This reminded Jiang Lai, and he immediately found a stagehand and asked him to go down the mountain to buy a box of emergency supplies before following the main group up Cangyan Mountain.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is a female-centric film and a feminist film, but it's not the kind of film about boxing.

When you first watch this movie, you might find Yu Jiaolong unlikable, as she keeps causing trouble and dragging others down with her.

In reality, she was just a rebellious and freedom-loving child. After all, who hasn't been such a child at some point?

They resist everything their parents do for them, are always full of curiosity and longing for the outside world, don't listen to other people's advice, and always want to try things out for themselves.

Strictly speaking, Yu Jiaolong represents all young people, but it just so happens that she is a woman.

The stone bridge of the Hanging Temple overlooks a bottomless abyss.

Zhang Ziyi, dressed in a plain robe, gazed calmly into the abyss.

Jiang Lai ran over worriedly, "Xiao Long!"

Zhang Ziyi glanced at him sideways, then continued looking down. "Do you remember the story you told me?"

Jiang Lai thought for a moment, "Sincerity brings results?"

"Make a wish, Little Tiger."

"Let's go back to XJ together."

After Jiang Lai finished making his wish, Zhang Ziyi jumped, and the wires carrying her plummeted straight into the abyss.

Her expression even carried a hint of relief.

Yu Jiaolong jumped off the cliff; whether she is dead or alive is unknown, and there is no need to know.

Yu Jiaolong is a mirror of desire. Yu Xiulian, after looking into it for a long time, felt anger; Li Mubai, after looking into it for a long time, became obsessed; Luo Xiaohu, after looking into it for a long time, became greedy; and Biyanhu, after looking into it for a long time, vowed to shatter with the mirror.

The desert wind, the capital city, the Jiangnan waters—Yu Jiaolong rode her horse through them, severing kinship ties, snatching a precious sword, causing a ruckus in a tavern. All of this was simply her confusion, curiosity, impulsiveness, and desire to play, following her nature and instincts.

As she saw, experienced, and pondered, she gradually came to understand that the price of wealth and power is freedom, but the world of martial arts is not a place of carefree living; it is merely a gathering of hypocritical mortals spouting lies.

Lust brings the burden of loyalty, and unwavering adherence is the suppression of traditional etiquette.

The Blue-Eyed Fox wants to assimilate her, Luo Xiaohu wants to possess her, Yu Xiulian wants to advise her, and Li Mubai wants to subdue her.

She rushed into this world with great enthusiasm, and left with little interest.

She was an anomaly, acting entirely on her own whims, so she suddenly leaped into the depths of the clouds.

Whether it is courage or cowardice, justice or evil, let the world judge.

There's only one sentence: "Walking alone through a thousand mountains, there's no need for farewells."

The dragon represents one's nature, the tiger represents one's destiny; when the heart is at peace, the dragon returns to the sea; when emotions are forgotten, the tiger hides in the mountains.

This is what it means to be a hidden master.

After Yu Jiaolong jumps off the cliff, the last scene of the film freezes on the distant mountains and forests. Do you remember what was on Yu Jiaolong's costume when she first appeared?

Look, she has already donned the garments of fate.

......

A tenement building in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong.

Wang Jiawei, staring at the monitor, called "Stop!" again. "Cut! Yaoyang, it's still not right."

Zhang Yaoyang stood up helplessly. "Director, it's just a silhouette of someone playing mahjong, why does it keep looking wrong?"

Wang Jiawei's ever-present sunglasses made it impossible for anyone to read his expression. After a long while, he finally spoke, "A back view can also be very sexy."

"Wow, director! I'm a man!"

"Men can be sexy too."

Zhang Yaoyang was speechless, and Liang Chaowei and Zhang Manyu, who were not far away, exchanged a sympathetic glance. They understood each other all too well.

"Director, if I can't make it today, I won't be able to come back later. I... I'll have to go shoot another movie," Zhang Yaoyang said through gritted teeth.

Wang Jiawei remained silent for a long while before raising his hand and gesturing for others to make their own arrangements.

Zhang Yaoyang lowered his head. Although the other party was a famous director, he didn't appear in the movie after all, and he couldn't keep wasting time with him like this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time, Director."

After saying that, he picked up his things, greeted the people around him, and walked out of the film set without looking back.

Wong Kar-wai lowered his head and pondered for a while, then told the crew to take a break before walking to a corner and taking out his phone.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, how's filming in mainland China?"

"Haha, it's still the same as always here."

"Hey, Mr. Jiang, could you help me find an actor...?"