You call Final Destination a safety education film?

"I'm glad you've come to your senses."

Lin Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his tense expression easing considerably. After all, no one wants to fall out with a good old friend.

"Who said I've figured it out?" Yin Jianhuan's lips curled into a smile. "On the contrary, I like you even more now."

"you……"

Lin Ye was speechless for a moment. This sudden turn of events caught him off guard, and his heart, which had just relaxed, jumped up again in the blink of an eye.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't do anything." Yin Jianhuan walked up to Lin Ye, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, her voice as soft as a sigh, "I like you, it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Ye pondered these words repeatedly, his gaze gradually becoming serious.

My feelings for you are my own business. I don't need your approval or response, and I won't stop because of your rejection.

"Is it worth it?" Lin Ye really couldn't understand why such an outstanding girl would keep staring at him.

"Um."

Yin Jianhuan nodded seriously.

After saying those words, Yin Jianhuan seemed to have suddenly opened her heart, and relaxed completely, no longer the awkward person she had been just now.

"...Whatever you want."

Lin Ye had no choice but to continue walking forward. Yin Jianhuan followed behind him with her hands behind her back, her steps light as if she were walking on the wind.

"By the way, Mr. Bi's film screening is in a few days, remember to come!" Yin Jianhuan said casually, as if it were just a casual remark.

Seeing Lin Ye frown as if he wanted to refuse, she added leisurely, "Many celebrities and big shots will be there that day. If you can make connections with one or two of them, it will be very helpful for your future plans to marry Song Ruoxi."

Lin Ye frowned even more. He hadn't expected Yin Jianhuan to have thought of all this. He had absolutely no reason to refuse to participate.

Did she plan this all along, back during winter break?

Lin Ye felt a chill run down his spine, stopped in his tracks, and turned to stare at Yin Jianhuan. He saw that she had curved eyebrows and a pure smile, looking completely harmless.

The two looked at each other.

"it is good."

Having received the answer she wanted, Yin Jianhuan's smile deepened. Without saying anything more, she gently waved goodbye to him.

The two parted ways quietly at the intersection.

One turned and walked back to the dormitory, while the other headed towards the school gate.

……

A few days later, in Qingcheng.

The walls of the exhibition hall for Bi Lao's film screening were neatly embedded with LCD screens of various sizes, which played Bi Lao's classic films and documentaries on a loop, and even a number of his previously unreleased videos.

The investment tycoon stroked his beard and nodded;

The renowned screenwriter covered his mouth and whispered his praise;

The young director stared at the screen with adoration, longing to one day create a classic like the one before him.

……

Mr. Bi sat alone on a sofa on one side of the exhibition hall, gently swirling a half-full glass of champagne in his hand, calmly watching the scene before him, without the slightest ripple in his heart. The nearest LCD screen was playing his earliest documentary.

He made countless classic works in his lifetime and won almost all the major awards. He achieved both fame and fortune, and everyone felt that his artistic career was extremely fulfilling.

But only he knew that there was always an inexplicable emptiness in his heart, something he couldn't grasp or touch, and he couldn't understand where this feeling came from.

So he later sought a breakthrough and switched to making documentaries, following real people and stories. The emptiness he felt lessened, and he felt much more grounded.

Even so, a vague and inexplicable lingering feeling remains deep in my heart, like a thin veil that, though you can see the light, you can never quite grasp it.

Suddenly, he noticed that one of his newly admitted graduate students had entered the documentary exhibition hall, accompanied by a handsome young man.

Old Bi smiled faintly and sighed inwardly, "It's so good to be young."

Just as Mr. Bi finished his champagne and was about to refill his glass, he suddenly noticed that the handsome young man was staring at the documentary he had filmed, lost in thought.

Mr. Bi immediately became interested and quietly moved closer, wanting to hear his opinion on the work.

"This is the first documentary my mentor filmed, about the legal industries in Meng," Yin Jianhuan said. "You've watched it for so long, do you have any questions?"

Lin Ye stared at the screen, pondered for a moment, and said, "Don't you feel a sense of unease?"

On the screen, sex workers in Bangladesh are fluently answering interviewers' questions.

"Huh?" Yin Jianhuan looked puzzled and followed Lin Ye's gaze to the screen.

"Think about it, a woman from the lower class who has never traveled far from home, has not received a complete education, and lives every day under the control of debt and violence, would answer too naturally when faced with a group of foreign strangers with professional equipment."

"Maybe this isn't their first time being interviewed by foreign media, so they're probably used to it," Yin Jianhuan casually offered an explanation.

"That's what I feel is a bit off," Lin Ye said slowly. "We're both directing majors, and we know that it takes a lot of time to get used to facing the camera with ease."

"That means there are countless interviews that force them to repeatedly recount their tragic pasts." Lin Ye turned to look at Yin Jianhuan. "In this constant repetition, they may have already honed their life stories into a standardized script."

"No need to dig or question, they can perform it completely on their own."

"But that's just your guess," Yin Jianhuan chuckled. "Everyone films like this; if there were any problems, they would have said so already."

"Perhaps, but 'critique' itself needs to be viewed critically."

Lin Ye was noncommittal.

"Besides, just because it has always been this way, does that necessarily mean it's right?"

Behind them, Old Bi's expression gradually became serious. With his rich experience, he quickly understood what Lin Ye wanted to express.

Driven by traffic and trending topics, suffering may have been commodified, making it impossible for outsiders to grasp its true nature.

Simply put, what you film may only be what others want you to film, while the most authentic and bloody content has long been buried deep.

Even if some people vaguely sensed that this model was unreasonable, no one dared to break the status quo.

After all, that's always been the case.

Why take unnecessary risks when you can succeed simply by following the path of those who have succeeded before? It's easy to become a target of criticism and end up doing all the work for nothing.

But just because it has always been this way, does that mean it's right?

Old Bi gave Lin Ye a deep look, then turned and left.

After he walked away, Yin Jianhuan and Lin Ye exchanged a quick glance, a sly smile playing on their lips.

Everything that just happened was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated play by the two of them.

On the very day the offline screenings ended, Yin Jianhuan suddenly sent him this video, asking him to analyze its problems from some tricky angles.

Lin Ye first spent a whole day sorting out Bi Lao's life trajectory and creative philosophy, and then spent the next few days constantly reviewing Bi Lao's past public interview records, painstakingly finding such a precise and sharp critical angle.

Lin Ye even made a special trip to Xinghan Culture to consult with film star Jiang Feng on how to achieve the best effect through the most precise words.

In retrospect, the plan has been quite successful.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye suddenly looked at Yin Jianhuan with a complicated expression. His lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

The beautiful girl in front of him went to great lengths just to help him get in touch with Old Master Bi.

Lin Ye felt somewhat guilty towards Yin Jianhuan, as he had already rejected her feelings, yet he shamelessly enjoyed her help.

The beauty's kindness is immense, yet I have no way to repay it.