Chapter 512: Wrap! Graduation! (8,000-word update!)

As the filming of *Burning Fire* entered its final stages, Wan Renhai specifically arranged for the movie's final scene to be shot last.

Many films are not shot in chronological order, and *Burning Fire* was no exception, but Wan Renhai still kept key narrative nodes on dates roughly corresponding to their place in the story.

This scene depicted Li Wushang, played by Lu Yan He, leaving the Warlock Academy with Wei Yang after discovering the truth about his parentage and killing the Academy Dean.

The script contained only a simple line: Li Wushang and Wei Yang walk through the still-bustling old city. Looking at the familiar scenes, a memory flashes before his eyes: being held in Li Luoyong's arms as a child while buying a sugar figurine. Li Wushang stops, watching the scene in silence. Wei Yang pats his shoulder. Li Wushang snaps out of it, walks out of the city gate with Wei Yang, and slowly disappears beyond the horizon.

"A memory flashes before his eyes: being held in Li Luoyong's arms as a child while buying a sugar figurine. Li Wushang stops, watching the scene in silence" was a detail Wan Renhai had added just two days prior.

Lu Yan He sighed the moment he received the new script.

"Giving me a tough problem even on the very last scene."

Wan Renhai said, "It's the final scene, the ending of the movie. I can't let you two walk away too nonchalantly."

Li Luoyong was the Dean, the man who killed his father, the fake father he had served for over a decade.

This silent gaze surely held more than just hatred, more than just the satisfaction of vengeance fulfilled.

Lu Yan He sighed.

A person who raised you for over a decade, whom you called "Father" for over a decade, only for you to discover he was your father's murderer.

This is an emotion that basically no one in this world can personally experience.

Lu Yan He could only imagine it.

But just reading that line allowed him to feel the complexity of the emotion. Not to mention that as an actor, Lu Yan He had fully constructed this life experience and emotional journey within himself. At this moment, he didn't even know what his reaction would be when he saw that scene on set.

The actor playing Dean Li Luoyong was Wu Peng.

A veteran actor from the National Theatre, a true master of the craft.

During their time filming together, Lu Yan He's feeling toward this teacher was one of reverence.

With a veteran like Wu Peng, every time Lu Yan He acted opposite him, he felt a sense of comfort—not because he himself was acting effortlessly, but because the other party was incredibly comfortable to work with, whether receiving or giving cues.

Deep mastery.

Like spring rain, silent and nourishing.

While Lu Yan He and Shang Yongzhou were walking through the scene, there were many extras around.

"Senior, once we finish this scene, we wrap. When are you heading back?"

Shang Yongzhou said, "Leaving tomorrow. You?"

"I'm leaving tonight," Lu Yan He said. "I have to rush back to school. My graduation thesis still needs to be bound and submitted; I haven't handed it in yet."

Shang Yongzhou nodded.

"Senior, does that mean you won't be taking any roles this year?" Lu Yan He asked.

Shang Yongzhou's habit was to film one project a year, and after finishing one, he would take a good long rest.

Shang Yongzhou nodded and said, "I'm tired."

Lu Yan He smiled, his eyes curving.

He wondered when he would be able to be like Shang Yongzhou, filming only one project a year.

It would take several years of transition to reach that state.

"When are you going to the United States?" Shang Yongzhou asked.

"July, I think," Lu Yan He said. "Though I'm not actually going to the US. *The Mist* isn't being filmed in the US; they're planning to shoot in Canada, saying there are quite a few tax rebate policies there."

Shang Yongzhou nodded. "Before you head to Canada, let's get together in Yuming again."

"Deal."

Once Wan Renhai decided to start filming, Lu Yan He focused his spirit.

The previous walk-through was just for positioning; he hadn't tapped into any emotions yet.

Because the emotions for this scene couldn't be given over and over again.

Emotional energy is limited, and Lu Yan He had learned when to deliver the best take.

Shang Yongzhou was similarly adjusting his state in silence.

As soon as Wan Renhai shouted "Action," both Lu Yan He and Shang Yongzhou fully entered their characters.

The heavy, melancholic weight that had been knotted between Shang Yongzhou's brows from the start had vanished. Although he remained expressionless and serious, that feeling of a mountain pressing down on him was gone.

Conversely, in Lu Yan He's eyes, there appeared a depth of gloom only found in those who have suffered a profound life trauma.

Lu Yan He followed behind Shang Yongzhou.

Everything he saw hit his very bones with a sense of being both familiar and alien.

He had completely entered the state of Li Wushang—

Everything he once knew was a lie that no longer existed.

And he could not expose his fragility or his inner turmoil; he had to hold himself up, using this posture to tell everyone that he had not been defeated, that this world had not broken him.

He looked at everything before him, yet it was as if everything slid past his eyes, leaving no trace behind.

Amidst the noisy crowd, he was clearly among them, yet it felt as if he were separated from them by a transparent, unbreakable membrane.

Suddenly, his eyes paused.

His gaze finally found a concrete focus, landing on a figure ahead.

Wu Peng was holding a younger version of him, teasing him with a face full of loving smiles.

That was a scene that should have appeared in a flashback, but Wan Renhai was filming it live.

Thus, Lu Yan He could see this scene with his own eyes—

A glance that touched the heart, leaving his limbs numb.

Lu Yan He lost his focus, entered the scene, and an indescribable pain spread along his heart meridian, as if cracking inch by inch.

His expression remained numb, as if in a trance; his soul drifted away, floating high into the air, watching his younger self, watching Li Luoyong holding his younger self, watching himself watching Li Luoyong hold his younger self.

A hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

Lu Yan He woke from the dream, returning to reality to look at Shang Yongzhou.

Shang Yongzhou's gaze lingered on Lu Yan He's face for a moment, as if he had seen something, or perhaps not. He simply said, "Let's go."

"Mm."

Lu Yan He nodded.

He followed Shang Yongzhou forward two steps, then hesitated and glanced back in that direction once more.

The flow of people was still like a loom.

It was still the same human world of laughter, anger, and stories.

But that person was gone, as if they had never been there at all.

Lu Yan He withdrew his gaze, turned his head, followed Shang Yongzhou through the bustling crowd, past the city gate, and toward the horizon hidden at the edge of his sight.

He never looked back again.

Not until Wan Renhai shouted "Cut" did Lu Yan He's emotions finally break through the dam, and tears fell with a *plop*.

Shang Yongzhou turned to look at him.

"Are you okay?" Shang Yongzhou asked.

He took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, smiled, shook his head, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

In the state of Li Wushang, he could not have shed that tear.

But from Lu Yan He's perspective, he felt a strong resonance with that moment of Li Wushang—"from now on, wandering the world alone."

Li Wushang's life was too tragic.

Lu Yan He took a deep breath.

Wan Renhai and Wu Peng both came over.

"Yan He, are you okay?"

Lu Yan He covered his face with both hands, shook his head, "I'm sorry, give me a moment. If you need to reshoot, please wait for me."

He had thought he had reined in his emotions, but at Wan Renhai's question, a near-instinctive sense of grievance and heartache poured out like a bursting flood.

He quickly hid away.

Actors are containers for emotions, and also their carriers.

Some actors treat emotions as tools, but Lu Yan He could only ever be a resonance chamber for them.

That was why acting was so draining for him, and so damaging to himself.

After ten minutes, Lu Yan He finally emerged from that state and regained his calm.

He returned to the set.

"Director, I'm back."

Wan Renhai walked straight up and gave Lu Yan He a warm hug.

"Fantastic, Yan He, that's a wrap." Wan Renhai patted his shoulder hard. "You were incredible, you know that?"

Lu Yan He's eyes were still red, and he was made to laugh by that sentence.

He smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Thank you, Director."

Wan Renhai released Lu Yan He and raised his megaphone: "Then I announce, our final scene is a wrap!"

Wrap!

Bouquets prepared early that morning were brought out and handed to each of the main cast and crew.

Lu Yan He let out a long sigh of relief.

Shang Yongzhou stood beside him and hugged his shoulder.

"That scene just now was very good."

Lu Yan He smiled and shook his head, saying, "Senior, do you know? When I took this role, I thought I could nail it easily."

"And you did nail it easily," Shang Yongzhou said. "One take."

Lu Yan He sighed—he didn't know why, but he felt exhausted at this moment.

"Acting really drains the spirit."

With *Burning Fire* wrapped, Lu Yan He spent nearly half an hour saying goodbye to everyone, fulfilling photo requests from staff and extras, and then went to the makeup room to remove his makeup.

This was the last time he would be dressed in Li Wushang's image before the start of the second *Burning Fire* film.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he actually felt a bit reluctant to let go.

Then, he noticed from the mirror that the gazes of Song Jiang and Wan Qingqing toward him had inexplicably become filled with respect and worship.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Jiang and Wan Qingqing both looked embarrassed and lowered their heads.

Wang Biao immediately said, "They were watching you act on set just now, right behind the monitor, and they were completely stunned by you, Little Brother Lu."

"Stunned?"

"Shocked," Wang Biao said. "Even someone like me, who has watched you act so many times, was so shocked by this scene that my hair stood on end. Let alone them."

Lu Yan He: "You're exaggerating even more."

Wan Qingqing immediately waved her hands, saying very seriously, "Not exaggerating, Little Brother Lu. I was truly shocked. I... watching you act that scene on set, I felt like I was completely pulled in by you, as if I had been sucked in."

"What are you all talking about?" Chen Ziyan appeared, carrying her bag.

Her appearance brought surprised smiles to everyone's faces.

Lu Yan He asked, "Sister Ziyan, why are you here?"

He was just about to leave after the wrap.

Chen Ziyan said, "You wrapped today, so I came to pick you up, and to say hello to Director Wan while I'm at it."

"Hm?" Lu Yan He asked, "Do you have business with Director Wan?"

Chen Ziyan, a busy woman, never visited without a reason. Specifically mentioning she came to say hello to the Director meant she was waiting for Lu Yan He to ask.

Chen Ziyan said, "For his next film, *Hall of Impermanence*, I want to secure a role for Minglan, and get Tu Song an OST."

Lu Yan He laughed.

"Alright, so that's it."

Chen Ziyan: "The script for *Hall of Impermanence* was sent to Chen Bige. Long Yan wanted to invite Chen Bige to play the female Impermanence in the Wangchuan segment, but she turned it down. I've read the script; the female Impermanence doesn't have an age limit, she's just set as a cold, emotionless woman. Minglan is very suitable."

Lu Yan He thought for a moment and said, "That role is quite important."

"Yes," Chen Ziyan nodded. "Minglan has always wanted to act in films, but her image and temperament aren't suited for 'innocent flower' roles. I can only find her roles with strong character traits, but they can't be too negative, like playing a straight-up villain."

"So many concerns?"

"No choice. Different actors have different conditions. Some actors can play anything without worry, and the audience will still love them. Minglan belongs to the group that doesn't have that kind of audience favor." Chen Ziyan sighed. "Even with a hit show like *Friends* to build her audience favor, she's still not as liked as Zhan Yun or Bai Jin. If she plays a villain again, that impression will become even more deeply rooted."

Lu Yan He understood what Chen Ziyan meant.

Actually, Wen Minglan was very beautiful, and not in an aggressive, bright way. Her period costumes had a very spiritual charm. However, her personality was naturally cold. Compared to many lively suns, she was a bit like a cold moon in autumn, making it hard for people to get close to her easily.

As an artist, this was the worst thing—her coldness was her real personality, not a persona.

Lu Yan He returned to the hotel to pack his things.

Having lived here for dozens of days, his belongings were scattered in every corner. Wang Biao helped him pack, and it took nearly an hour.

"Why are there so many things?" Lu Yan He remarked.

Wang Biao: "You've lived here for so long. You've never stayed on a set this long before."

"That's true."

*Burning Fire* was truly the set he had stayed on the longest.

Thinking about it, previous shoots had lasted at most one or two months, and two months was already on the short side.

Once packed, they went out to eat, then returned to the hotel to wait for Chen Ziyan.

At four in the afternoon, Chen Ziyan returned, beaming.

They set off for the airport.

Lu Yan He asked, "Did it go well?"

"Pretty much," Chen Ziyan said. "He was satisfied with Minglan's image, but he wants to see her in person. We've arranged for Minglan to meet him later to chat."

Chen Ziyan said, "He also seems to want to invite you to play a role in it as well."

"A cameo?"

"Mm," Chen Ziyan nodded. "The investment for *Hall of Impermanence* is too large, and the lead is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. They have to hold open auditions for newcomers, so they must build up the cast with other roles. Otherwise, why do you think they went to Chen Bige?"

Lu Yan He thought for a moment and said, "That works."

A director like Wan Renhai is still very scarce in the Chinese film industry. There are few who can match his track record of big-budget blockbusters, with almost every film having an investment of over 100 million.

This also makes Wan Renhai the first choice for major film companies when they want to produce such fantasy blockbusters.

This is also because the range of choices is too small.

For actors, the opportunity to collaborate with Wan Renhai becomes even more precious.

Why are so many first-tier actors willing to come to *Burning Fire* to play a supporting role or make a cameo? Putting aside the reasons of the vanity fair, there is actually another point: there aren't many opportunities in the country to act in such fantasy special-effects blockbusters.

So, even just for this, it can move many actors.

Of course, for Chen Ziyan, she believes Lu Yan He can cameo in *Hall of Impermanence* because it is a rare genre and style in domestic cinema. Appearing in it would give Lu Yan He a screen image he has never had before.

After wrapping and returning to Yuming, Lu Yan He spent about a week at school.

Handling various graduation matters, taking graduation photos, having meals and saying goodbye to teachers and classmates—every day was packed.

Graduation is always a very sad thing.

Lu Yan He had originally thought he wouldn't be too upset, because in the past year, he hadn't spent much time at school, nor did he feel much about it. He felt his feelings for the school weren't that deep.

But when he actually finished attending the graduation ceremony, took photos with everyone in his bachelor's gown, and was walking back to the dormitory, Lu Yan He suddenly realized one thing.

The reason he hadn't felt much about not being at school this past year was because he knew he could come back at any time. Even if he wasn't at school, he was still a student of the school.

But after graduation, he would truly no longer be a student.

When he came back in the future, there wouldn't be a dormitory for him.

Thinking of this, a complex, reluctant emotion surged from the bottom of Lu Yan He's heart.

When he was busy balancing school and acting, he had occasionally looked forward to graduation. After graduation, he could focus on acting and wouldn't be so tired.

But in reality, he knew how much he enjoyed reading in the library, sitting in the classroom for lectures, and walking on campus watching the sun rise and set.

Many times, he could be willful and dared to be willful because the identity of a student gave him the confidence—

After all, he was still a student; why have such high requirements? If he made a mistake, he made a mistake.

At worst, he wouldn't be a star anymore; he could just go back and study properly.

This spiritual foundation allowed him to truly maintain a bit of youthful spirit, with a daring, uninhibited air in his demeanor.

But from now on, he would no longer be a student, and he would only have one path to walk forward.

Lu Yan He took a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" Lin Miaomiao's voice suddenly appeared behind him, giving him a fright.

"Damn, you appearing suddenly is very scary."

"You were the one spacing out, and you blame me for being scary?" Lin Miaomiao pouted. "I saw you daydreaming and came to say hello; I had absolutely no intention of scaring you."

Lu Yan He laughed.

"Where's Wang Xiao?"

"He's at the venue; there's a lecture today," Lin Miaomiao said. "When are you leaving school?"

Lu Yan He said, "Tomorrow, I guess. I'll get together with the guys in the dorm tonight, sleep there for the last night."

Lin Miaomiao: "I originally came to Zhenhua because you were here. I didn't expect to see you so few times."

When she said this with a generous posture, Lu Yan He was taken aback.

"But it's fine, Wang Xiao is much better than you," Lin Miaomiao said.

Lu Yan He lowered his head and smiled.

"Yeah."

"In the future, if Wang Xiao asks you for help, you can't refuse him just to avoid suspicion with me," Lin Miaomiao said.

"Huh?" Lu Yan He smiled and shook his head. "I have a very good relationship with the senior, and there's nothing to avoid suspicion about; there was never anything between us anyway."

Lin Miaomiao: "Who knows? Anyway, I've made it clear to you first."

"Fine."

"Leaving now." Lin Miaomiao took a step back and smiled at him. "Happy graduation!"

After saying these four words, she turned and left, her steps light.

Lu Yan He had never seen Lin Miaomiao like this in his memory.

He pursed his lips and tilted them up slightly.

The small mountain is passed, the light boat has already crossed.

Wrapped, graduated, and with no new play started, Lu Yan He hadn't taken on any other work, but he still had plenty to be busy with.

He wanted to finish the post-production of *Love Letter* before going to Canada, so he basically went to Wang Zhong's company every day to monitor the post-production.

Meeting with big-name film score composers, repeatedly adjusting the color grading to find the most suitable tone for the film.

Repeated adjustments and revisions.

By the end, Lu Yan He even had a sense of distortion—he could no longer perceive where the film had been changed and where it hadn't; he was completely numb.

Sleeping at night, he could recite those lines and those scenes in his mind without missing a beat.

It was at this time that Lu Yan He realized one thing: he still couldn't find the joy in being a director.

In the work of directing, he felt more pain than anything else.

When acting, Lu Yan He felt he had more and more to give.

When doing film post-production, Lu Yan He felt he was being hollowed out.

Truly, he didn't have that reserve.

Lu Yan He told Chen Ziyan very seriously, "Sister Ziyan, I can't say I won't be a director in the future, but I won't do this job easily. This is not my comfort zone."

Chen Ziyan saw Lu Yan He's face full of tortured pain and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay."

Of course, although it was painful, Lu Yan He hadn't forgotten about Li Fenglei's matter.

He didn't go directly to express his thoughts to Zhao Yuan, nor did he let Li Fenglei bring up leaving himself.

Lu Yan He invited Luo Yuzhong over.

"Teacher, I need your help."

Luo Yuzhong thought it was about *Love Letter*.

"Trouble with post-production?"

"No, it's another matter," Lu Yan He said. "You recommended Zhao Laoshi Yuan to do the editing for this film, and we've cooperated very happily."

"Hm?" Luo Yuzhong frowned. "Then what do you need my help with?"

"I've taken a liking to his apprentice and want to poach him," Lu Yan He said to Luo Yuzhong with a grin. "But if I go directly to Zhao Laoshi to say it, it seems like I'm poaching his talent."

"This is 'seems like'? Isn't this exactly what you want to do, poach his talent?" Luo Yuzhong pouted. "You really have the nerve to say that."

"I have a production company, and there will be some such business in the future. I've been working with his apprentice, Li Fenglei, during this time. We are about the same age, he's a little older than me, and we get along quite well," Lu Yan He said. "I'm also afraid that speaking rashly will make Zhao Laoshi unhappy, so I wanted to learn from you to see how I should handle it."

Luo Yuzhong: "You think I don't know that kid Li Fenglei? He's about your age, only a little older than you? You treat him like he just graduated and just entered society? You can really talk."

Lu Yan He was surprised.

He didn't expect Luo Yuzhong to be so familiar with Li Fenglei's situation.

"Is this... very difficult to handle?" Lu Yan He was a bit discouraged. "If it's really difficult, forget it."

Luo Yuzhong said: "Difficult or not, you've already asked me. No matter how difficult it is, don't I have to do it for you? Otherwise, wouldn't you have called me 'Teacher' for nothing?"

"How could it be for nothing? I call you Teacher from the bottom of my heart, with genuine sincerity," Lu Yan He said with a bright and silly smile.

"Don't act," Luo Yuzhong snorted, squinting his eyes. "I've seen actors for decades; my eyes are sharp. Even a Best Actor can't hide from my eyes."

Lu Yan He: "No wonder you're so good to me; it turns out you saw my burning and sincere heart long ago."

Luo Yuzhong: "..."

Lu Yan He asked: "Teacher, how are you going to handle this? If it really offends Zhao Laoshi, forget it; there's no rush."

"If I offend him just by taking one apprentice, then you underestimate your teacher too much," Luo Yuzhong glanced at him sideways. "However, even if I'm the one to speak, he will definitely know it's your intention. You have to remember to show your appreciation later."

"I'll listen to you, Teacher."

Lu Yan He didn't know how Luo Yuzhong spoke to Zhao Yuan, but a few days later, Zhao Yuan called Lu Yan He personally.

"Director Lu, you really did take a liking to my apprentice," Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"Hehe, Zhao Laoshi, you won't be angry, will you? I want to poach your beloved apprentice."

"Why would I be angry? If they have good development and a good place to go, of course I'm happy to see it happen."

Lu Yan He didn't know what he was thinking, but since he could say that, he had already handed over the ladder.

"It's mainly that I felt particularly embarrassed, even speaking about it myself felt embarrassing, so I asked my teacher to ask for your opinion," Lu Yan He said. "Originally, I wanted my teacher to ask if you could join my company, but my teacher scolded me for being delusional. But my small company really doesn't have anyone doing post-production. This is my first time being a director, and you brought Li Fenglei to help. I am especially grateful that you edited the film into the way I imagined. So, I really wanted to continue working together. Since I couldn't poach you, I set my sights on Li Fenglei. That way, with Li Fenglei as a connection, it will be easier for me to find you in the future. I can't keep troubling my teacher, and Li Fenglei can also trouble you."

Zhao Yuan listened to Lu Yan He's words, one after another, and felt genuinely comfortable.

He also knew that Lu Yan He was indeed very satisfied with this editing.

Zhao Yuan didn't call to pick a fight either.

To be honest, in this matter, Lu Yan He handled it properly.

He didn't poach directly, didn't speak without knowing his place, and all the etiquette, expressions, and gifts that should be given were all in place.

Zhao Yuan said: "It's Fenglei's good fortune that he can be seen by you and work with you. I'll leave him to you from now on."

Lu Yan He: "Thank you, Zhao Laoshi!"

Luo Yuzhong organized a dinner, invited some friends in the industry, and of course, the focus was still on Zhao Yuan, Lu Yan He, and Li Fenglei. Eating together was equivalent to officially settling the matter.

Lu Yan He also gave Zhao Yuan plenty of face, toasted three full cups, and was thorough in his etiquette, without any airs of a "young generation leader," fully assuming the posture of a junior.

He didn't really understand these worldly ways before, nor did he want to.

But in the world, it seems one is truly helpless. You don't have to follow the rules of this circle, but to handle things with ease, you must follow them.

He gave Zhao Yuan this etiquette not for Zhao Yuan, but because of his teacher.

Because if he appeared ignorant of etiquette, it would be his teacher who lost face.

He still didn't know how Luo Yuzhong managed to convince Zhao Yuan.

Asking meant "Don't worry about it."

Actually, there was no need to ask. Luo Yuzhong must have offered something Zhao Yuan needed or wanted to make this happen smoothly.

Otherwise, Zhao Yuan only needed to say "I still need Li Fenglei myself," and the matter wouldn't be resolved. Either Li Fenglei would leave stubbornly, joining Lu Yan He's company with Zhao Yuan's anger, or the matter would be shelved, waiting for the next opportunity.

Lu Yan He could certainly have poached Li Fenglei forcefully; both sides were willing, and no one could say anything.

If it really blew up, the clown would still be Zhao Yuan—these days, who still follows the master-apprentice system? People go to higher places. If Li Fenglei goes to Lu Yan He's place, and he doesn't let him, he doesn't let him? Why?

But the public is the public. In this industry, others will have their own thoughts.

These thoughts, for a young person like Lu Yan He, would have an impact regardless.

When it ended, Lu Yan He was already a bit dizzy. He sent Luo Yuzhong off first.

"Are you okay, Yan He?" Luo Yuzhong asked with concern.

"I'm fine, no problem, just a little dizzy, nothing else," Lu Yan He said, supporting his head with his hand. "Teacher, thank you."

"I said don't be polite, and you're still so polite," Luo Yuzhong said. "So many people were witnesses tonight; even if Zhao Yuan has opinions in his heart later, he won't say them out loud."

"Mm."

Lu Yan He turned to look at Luo Yuzhong.

"Teacher, I've caused you trouble."

Luo Yuzhong: "You kid, how many times do I have to say it!"

Lu Yan He grinned and laughed.

After a while, he slid completely onto Luo Yuzhong.

"Thank you, Teacher," he muttered.

He was completely confused.

Luo Yuzhong saw him like this and was amused.

"To think you'd be like this when drunk!"

Zou Dong heard their conversation in the back, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Luo Yuzhong sighed softly.

He let Lu Yan He lie on his lap and patted Lu Yan He's back gently.

After a while, he muttered very softly: "Called me Teacher for so long, and only finally asked me for a favor once. Don't know how to ask more often? Too honest for your own good." ===== CHAPTER 513 =====