He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Lin Jie is an action movie fan.

He became a fan after seeing Zeng Zidan's "Flash Point" for the first time in the movie theater when he was in sixth grade.

He has watched every one of Zeng Zidan's movies at least three times.

My home has an entire wall of Blu-ray discs.

His pinned Weibo post is verified as "Vice President of Zeng Zidan's National Fan Club".

So when the premiere of "Kung Fu Jungle" opened up tickets for fans, he waited for three days and three nights to snag a ticket.

Fifth row, by the aisle.

It wasn't a great location, but he was already quite satisfied.

Before the movie started, he saw Zeng Zidan walk down the red carpet and was so excited that his hands were shaking.

But he didn't expect that what truly excited him wasn't Zeng Zidan.

It's that person named Feng Yuxiu.

……

When Feng Yuxiu first appeared, Lin Jie's reaction was: Who is this guy?

He was limping, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a drab face and messy hair.

He doesn't look like a kung fu master; he looks more like a migrant worker who just finished get off work on a construction site.

But the moment he picked up the knife, Lin Jie's eyes were glued to it.

That feeling is hard to describe.

It's not about being handsome or cool; it's about a kind of chilling "authenticity."

The way he walks, the way he holds the knife, the way he looks at people—every detail tells you: this person really is capable of killing.

Lin Jie sat up straight.

……

Rooftop.

Feng Yuxiu took off his shirt, revealing a lean but muscular physique.

His body is covered with many scars, old and new, as if they have never been broken.

He squatted down and picked up a handful of coarse salt from the ground.

Lin Jie had no idea what he was going to do.

The next second, Feng Yuxiu pressed coarse salt onto the wound on his arm.

His body tensed up suddenly, and veins bulged from his neck to his forehead.

But he didn't say a word, or even frown.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and breathed heavily like a wounded wild animal.

Coarse salt mixed with blood dripped down his arm. He opened his eyes and looked down at the blood.

Then he laughed.

That smile wasn't one of pain, but one of contentment.

Like a masochist who has finally found a way to make himself feel pain, a pain that makes him feel alive.

Lin Jie's back pressed against the back of the chair.

He has watched countless action movies and met countless tough guys.

But no one could ever make him think this person was crazy with a handful of coarse salt.

They've really gone mad.

It's not the kind of madness portrayed in movies; it's madness that comes from the very core of one's being, emanating from every pore.

"Holy crap..." Lin Jie muttered under his breath.

The fan next to him turned and glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

Because he also wanted to say those two words.

……

Every fight that followed sent Lin Jie's adrenaline soaring.

When Feng Yuxiu practiced boxing, he wasn't using his fists, he was using his life.

Every punch felt like he was going to smash himself out, and every kick carried the resolute determination of "I'll die if I don't kill you."

His movements weren't graceful, even a bit awkward, but that ruthless, death-defying ferocity reminded Lin Jie of a word—

A desperate struggle.

But the trapped beast was forced into it, while Feng Yuxiu did so voluntarily.

He enjoyed the fight, the thrill of risking his life.

After the fight, he stood there panting, blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes shone like fire.

Lin Jie clenched his fist.

He asked himself: What's this actor's name again?

Ye Mo.

He remembered it.

……

It's not just Lin Jie.

At that moment, everyone in the premiere theater remembered Feng Yuxiu.

Some people came for Zeng Zidan, some for Fan Shaohuang, and some just managed to snag a ticket and came to see the place.

But halfway through the movie, everyone was waiting for the same person to appear—Feng Yuxiu.

His scenes were few, but every time he appeared, it was like a nail driven into your brain, impossible to pull out.

One of the film critics in the front row later wrote on his public WeChat account:

"I've seen many movies and met many villains. Some villains rely on their lines, some on their appearance, and some on their music, but Feng Yuxiu relies on none of those. Just standing there, you feel afraid. Not afraid of what he might do to you, but afraid of what he might do to himself—if this person doesn't even care about himself, who else does he care about?"

He wrote this in his phone's notes app before the movie ended.

……

During halftime, someone went to the restroom.

In the restroom, two strange men were chatting in front of the mirror.

"Did you see Feng Yuxiu?"

"I saw it, that's ruthless."

My legs went weak.

"Me too, how come these newcomers are so amazing?"

"I don't know, but this movie was worth it. I've seen several domestic action movies before. The trailers were all flashy, but when you watched the movie, it was all slow motion and wire work. This one is different. Every punch felt real."

"That's why I say Zeng Zidan's acting won't be bad."

"It's not just Zeng Zidan, Feng Yuxiu is the real surprise."

After washing their hands, the two returned to their seats, neither mentioning their earlier conversation again. But they both knew that the ticket had been worthwhile.

……

on the highway.

The final battle.

Feng Yuxiu and Xiahou Wu stood amidst the rushing traffic.

There were no wires, no stunt doubles, and the two of them fought for real.

The fists and feet slammed into the roof of the car, producing dull metallic clanging sounds.

Every punch felt like it hit a person, and every kick made you feel like your bones were cracking.

Feng Yuxiu's face was covered in blood, his left eye was so swollen he couldn't open it, but his right eye was frighteningly bright.

His left leg had become even more lame, and he was almost dragging himself along.

But he did not back down.

Lin Jie felt that Feng Yuxiu, played by Ye Mo, was a pitiful and pathetic madman consumed by his own obsession.

"It not only distinguishes between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death."

Feng Yuxiu's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

……

The screen went dark.

The subtitles scroll.

The end credits song began to play.

The premiere theater was silent for several seconds, then erupted in applause.

It wasn't the kind of polite, perfunctory applause; it was the kind of heartfelt applause that came after holding back for two hours.

Lin Jie remained seated and did not applaud.

He watched the credits slowly scroll across the screen—the cast list.

Feng Yuxiu—Ye Mo.

He read the name aloud, then read it again.

Then he took out his phone, opened Weibo, and searched for "Ye Mo".

The result was only a few hundred followers, and the Weibo posts were from a few months ago, consisting of a few photos of filming in Hengdian and a few close-ups of boxed lunches.

Lin Jie followed him.

Then he posted a Weibo post:

"At the premiere of 'Kung Fu Jungle,' Feng Yuxiu's performance made me cry. His name is Ye Mo. I'll remember that."

.......