Chapter 533: Idols and one's own life (6,000-word update!)

"Song Li, his family, counting up three generations, are all officials. He came to act, just for fun, to play around."

Shen Yue whispered to Lu Yan He about the situation she knew.

Lu Yan He was quite surprised.

"How could he be interested in acting."

"Just feels fun," Shen Yue said. "There are quite a few such second generations in the entertainment industry. I basically encounter them in every group."

Lu Yan He looked at Shen Yue in shock.

"So exaggerated? Every group?"

"You wouldn't be encountering it for the first time, right?" Shen Yue looked at Lu Yan He even more shocked.

Lu Yan He: "This kind of second generation, I am really encountering it for the first time. Relationship households and the like, of course, all have them. Like this one, it is really clear that he came to play, I have never encountered it."

Lian Bei's face was not very good for Song Li either.

As soon as he came, Lian Bei said: "Once you are late, everyone has to wait for you."

Song Li didn't apologize either, just listened with a blank face.

Lian Bei saw him like this and was too lazy to say more.

He is not a professional actor, just came to play, hurry up and finish his scenes and pull it down.

Lian Bei hurriedly gathered the actors of this scene first and filmed it quickly.

After filming, there were still Lu Yan He's scenes to film later.

Lu Yan He was already at the scene, and Lian Bei didn't want to let Lu Yan He wait too long.

Who knows, Song Li had only two lines, and he got stuck twice. The key is that the acting was really hard to describe.

Lu Yan He watched from the side and was stunned.

This is not having any acting foundation at all, the acting is more than just stiff.

Lian Bei's face was very ugly.

He shouted stop twice, sent it specifically to Song Li, told him how to act, and acted it out for him personally, letting him imitate.

However, this seemed to have no effect on Song Li at all.

It was impossible to save his performance at all.

In the end, Lian Bei seemed to give up, shouted a pass, let go of this shot, and let go of himself.

Lu Yan He looked at Song Li thoughtfully.

The latter's expression was also listless, as if he couldn't lift his spirits.

"Director, will you use the shot just now?" Privately, Lu Yan He asked Lian Bei.

Lian Bei said: "Use a fart, keep the audio track, use the full shot for the picture, the close-up can only cut one or two frames of static, see if it can be handled well."

"Who greeted this person? I feel he doesn't seem to want to act very much."

"At first, the energy was quite sufficient, later he realized he acted too badly, so he lost interest," Lian Bei was very helpless. "Also asked me, can he not act? I can't say yes, anyway he has the last shot left, bear with it."

Lu Yan He didn't expect Lian Bei to have this mentality.

After a scene was filmed, the next filming was half an hour later, so Lu Yan He went to the lounge first.

Passing the corridor, walking to the left is the road to the lounge, the right is the end, there is a corner, there is a window, usually the crew will have people smoking there.

Lu Yan He heard people talking there.

"Sigh, I'm dragging people back here, don't want to act, want to go home."

The voice was very muffled.

"This thing is not as interesting as I imagined, and it's not just about looking good. I feel he wanted to get angry and scold me several times, but held back."

Seems to be Song Li's voice.

Lu Yan He didn't expect to hear his voice.

It was mainly the words he said that made Lu Yan He didn't expect, a bit unexpected.

Lu Yan He previously assumed that Song Li, this kind of relationship household, second generation, didn't take the trouble he caused others to heart at all, and would definitely not have emotions like "sorry," "regret," and "lost."

During the whole process just now, Lu Yan He also didn't see similar reactions and emotions from Song Li.

Didn't expect to hear it here.

Lu Yan He didn't continue to listen and returned to the lounge.

Wang Biao asked: "Little Lu, the person talking just now is Song Li, right?"

"Listening to the voice, it seems to be."

Wang Biao curled his lips, "Didn't expect him to have self-knowledge, I thought he didn't realize his own problems at all."

"I have the same assumption as you."

Wang Biao: "But he came here, still caused trouble for the filming."

"Yes," Lu Yan He said. "Actually, from the beginning, I shouldn't have agreed to let him come to act these few shots."

"But, Little Lu, didn't you say before? Some human relations, can't be pushed, can't be pushed away," Wang Biao said. "What to do in this situation that can't be pushed away?"

"Then arrange one he can act, a role that doesn't need lines and performance," Lu Yan He said. "Human relations are unavoidable, but the premise is still to ensure quality. Like this time, the shots he filmed basically can't be used, all need to be processed later. Even if Director Lian Bei has deep skills and has thought clearly about how to handle it, it can actually be handled better at the beginning, don't spend so much effort."

Wang Biao: "But I see *Love Letter* doesn't seem to have any relationship households?"

"Because I blocked them all," Lu Yan He said bluntly. "This is also my first film as a director. When filming, quite a few people held a skeptical attitude, don't know if it can be successful, and unlike *Seventeen Layers* Season 2, which already has a huge fan base, then there must be many people who want to squeeze in. *Love Letter* in the eyes of others, actually is still a small production, right? Many people don't look up to it that much."

Wang Biao: "Okay, that's true."

Half an hour later, Lu Yan He went out to film the last scene of the day.

This scene is Lu Yan He and Chen Bige trapped in a secret room, must find a way to escape within five minutes, otherwise, they will be killed by poison gas in this secret room.

The two arrived at the scene.

Lu Yan He asked: "Sister Bige, walk through it?"

Chen Bige nodded, "Walk the position, but, when filming officially later, I might have some improvisation. This scene is more anxious towards the back, I will put myself out a bit, not so according to the plan, give a little real panic."

Lu Yan He nodded and said okay.

He said: "Actually, this is also what I want to tell you."

The two smiled at each other.

Filmed so many rival scenes, Lu Yan He and Chen Bige have too much tacit understanding with each other.

Both of them belong to the kind of on-site performance players.

Once they are on the scene, there will be many new reactions that exceed the preset.

This kind of reaction, not officially started, must not come out.

It is also strange.

But the two of them belong to the kind of being able to catch the play temporarily given by the other party and being stimulated to have better reactions.

Therefore, when Lu Yan He acts in a rival scene with Chen Bige, many actors will come to the scene to watch even if they have no scenes.

Everyone feels that their acting is hearty.

Song Li stood in the corner, watching Lu Yan He and Chen Bige holding the script, walking through the points to be filmed later with the director, and then standing together, talking about how to act later.

Together with him to act in this play, there is another actor, called Mo Zhifan. Mo Zhifan is from a professional school, just graduated, the same age as Lu Yan He, because he and Song Li are members of another small team, so they often stay together. Mo Zhifan is also the one who has the best relationship with Song Li in the crew.

"Young Master Li, are you OK?"

Song Li hugged his chest with both hands, looked at Mo Zhifan, and said: "OK a fart."

"Sigh, don't give yourself such great psychological pressure, you are not a professional actor, acting not so well is a normal thing," Mo Zhifan said. "Director Lian Bei is dissatisfied with you, more because of your attitude. You said every time you are late because you arrived outside the studio, didn't dare to enter, afraid of acting, afraid of seeing the director, waited until the director got angry before biting the bullet and entering, then the director is not more angry? At least your attitude is better, now everyone feels you don't take filming seriously, just came to play, the director is so angry."

This, Mo Zhifan said very softly, and only Song Li could hear it.

Song Li shook his head and said: "Forget it, experienced it once is enough, I won't act in the future."

Mo Zhifan didn't persuade Song Li this time.

Fools can see that Song Li is not the material for acting at all, and it is a good thing not to act in the future.

Mo Zhifan patted Song Li on the shoulder and said: "Anyway, strive to act your last shot well, I will accompany you to rehearse tonight."

"Okay, thanks." Song Li said.

Mo Zhifan was silent for a moment, remembered something, and asked: "However, speaking seriously, Young Master Li, why are you interested in acting? I asked you before, you didn't say. Since you are really interested, why didn't you go to a professional performance school before?"

"Family didn't agree," Song Li said. "I didn't feel like I wanted to act much either, just once saw *Three Mountains*, saw Lu Yan He appear in the temple, I was like being hit by a head. I don't know how to describe it, in fact, I watch many films, just watched, feel good or not good, but watching that scene of Lu Yan He, it was like being recruited, the whole person looked in, he acted that scene to make my scalp numb, I was very shocked at the time, it turns out that a person in the film can complete another look, as if crazy. In fact, I want to come to act, not because I want to act much, I just want to know Lu Yan He, so *Seventeen Layers* Season 2 had a chance, I came."

Mo Zhifan was stunned, "Then why do you eat this bitterness, you find someone to find a chance to know Lu Yan He, I don't see you go to know Lu Yan He now."

Song Li's face was awkward.

"I act like this, how to know him, he must hate me now, I heard he is a person who has very high requirements for acting."

Mo Zhifan: "However, it is also true, our play has been filmed for so long, Lu Yan He basically only chats about roles with the director and his rival actors at the scene, we who have no rival scenes with him, I estimate he doesn't know who we are."

Song Li sighed.

Mo Zhifan saw him like this, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Big brother, you are a big young master, don't sigh here for such a little thing, okay?"

Song Li: "You don't understand."

Song Li can never speak out, his own mentality of fans towards idols towards Lu Yan He.

He didn't chase stars before, nor was he a person interested in the entertainment industry and stars.

After seeing *Three Mountains* that day, he was shocked by Lu Yan He's performance, and then turned over other works of Lu Yan He to watch.

After that, he became a fan of Lu Yan He.

Whenever Lu Yan He has works coming out, he will watch them.

His mother is a dancer. When he was a child, his mother often told him that there must be something in life that has nothing to do with fame and wealth, it can be piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or poetry and songs.

When Song Li was a child, he was most annoyed by this kind of thing. No, the most annoying should be

Therefore, Song Li knew one thing from a very young age: he had no artistic talent.

Mo Zhifan asked him why he didn't go to a performing arts school. He said his family didn't agree, which was true, but he hadn't really wanted to go himself either.

His grades were too poor to get into any good school, so he could only try to find a way to take a shortcut.

Because he inherited his mother's looks, he did indeed have a good face, and at the time, someone suggested he could try acting.

He didn't care; at the time, for him, anything was fine, and nothing affected him.

His family was very opposed to it because his family had been in politics for three generations, and they hoped Song Li would continue on that path—even if he seemed completely cut off from it.

Later, Song Li went to military school.

That was a place and environment completely different from his previous life.

In that environment, he encountered many people and things he had never met before.

For example, unconditional obedience, collective living, people writing diaries every day to reflect on themselves, or people from the countryside who were frugal, saving all their money to send home.

Song Li had resisted angrily, only to be disciplined, which tempered much of his spirit.

Everyone knew his family had some background; one could tell by the attitude of the instructors and teachers at the school toward him.

So, they still treated him a little differently, more or less.

He, who had never had any artistic talent, was not sensitive, and was called a blockhead by his mother, suddenly began to think about his own life amidst that subtle difference.

He also began to think about the meaning of life for the first time.

When he talked about this on the phone with his mother, she laughed, saying he used to be a blockhead, but she hadn't expected the blockhead to suddenly become enlightened at military school.

Was it enlightenment?

Song Li couldn't explain clearly what kind of inspiration he had received.

Later, one day during a break, he actually had nothing to do. The place was remote, there was no entertainment, and the break wasn't long enough to go far. After wandering around, he accidentally bought a movie ticket and went to see that film called "Sanshan."

In that lonely mountain temple, three travelers happened to meet the fortune teller played by Lu Yan He.

He spoke of their origins and passed judgment on their future, acting like a madman, a demon, and a ghost all at once.

Song Li's hands and feet went cold. In the dark screening room, he suddenly had the illusion that the fortune teller was standing in front of him, passing judgment on him.

His past life had been carefree, yet also a wasteland.

What about the future?

Song Li couldn't tell Mo Zhifan about the many moments of trance and shock.

Song Li would always remember that his chaotic life had been struck by a bolt from the blue at that very moment.

After coming out of the cinema, he searched for the film, searched for the character, and then saw Lu Yan He's past life experiences.

That was another life, a life completely different from Song Li's pampered past.

"We won't die, we definitely won't die here!" Lu Yan He's trembling voice, which also tried to express a sense of firmness, pulled Song Li back from his daze.

Song Li returned to the reality before him and saw that Lu Yan He had already entered a formal state of performance. The autistic genius he was playing was walking through the secret room before them with a pace different from ordinary people but with his own rhythm, looking for clues to leave.

Chen Bige was frantically searching for something nearby, her movements becoming increasingly large, and a kind of anxiety of being unable to control her own tension and panic began to spread.

And Lu Yan He was muttering to himself while searching.

"The sun points to the stars, the stars form the moon, five little people hold hands and laugh—"

That was the clue to escaping the secret room.

Song Li was completely immersed in Lu Yan He's staccato rhythm; he was using this rhythm to control his own body—

At this moment, Song Li realized he completely understood Lu Yan He—no, or rather, everything about the character Lu Yan He was playing.

He was using the rhythm of muttering the clue to stabilize the rhythm of his own movements. He was just as nervous and panicked, and facing the pressure of the death countdown, he was just as anxious, but he was constantly adjusting himself.

After Song Li understood this, he took a deep breath.

This precise control of rhythm was something he could never achieve in his entire life.

Finally, Lu Yan He found the switch to open the secret room.

The death countdown ended.

He turned around, his eyes pure and flawless, releasing the joy of surviving a disaster.

"I opened the secret room." He said to Chen Bige.

Chen Bige was covered in sweat, sliding to the ground with lingering fear, as if she had been exhausted and drained after intense exercise.

She nodded at Lu Yan He and gave a thumbs up.

"Good, cut!" Lian Bei said, "Let's review the footage."

After checking and confirming there were no mistakes, Lian Bei said with a beaming smile: "It's a pass."

Lu Yan He stepped forward and pulled Chen Bige up.

"We can wrap up for the day." Lu Yan He said with a smile.

Chen Bige: "That scene just now was really tiring to act."

"You were too strong; you completely entered the situation, your forehead was full of sweat." Lu Yan He said, "I was scared just seeing you; I was completely drawn in by you."

Chen Bige: "Let's stop blowing smoke at each other."

Lian Bei walked over and said with a smile: "Let me blow some smoke—it was amazing, truly amazing. You two are worthy of being Best Actor and Best Actress. Such a difficult piece of blocking; I originally thought it would take at least seven or eight takes to finish, but you passed in two."

Chen Bige waved her hand, "Seven or eight takes? Look at me, I only acted two takes and I'm already out of energy, my face is pale."

"I admire you." Lian Bei hugged Chen Bige, "Thank you, sister, go back and rest quickly."

Lu Yan He: "Yes, we're going back to rest. Director, you should rest early too, see you tomorrow."

He said goodbye to everyone.

Wang Biao brought his water bottle over and gave him water first.

Lu Yan He was indeed thirsty.

He took the bottle and took a big gulp.

After getting into the car, Wang Biao told Lu Yan He with an excited face.

"Little Brother Lu, guess what I overheard just now."

He had the expression of someone who had just heard some gossip.

Lu Yan He asked: "What?"

"The reason Song Li came to act in 'Seventeen Layers' is because he's your fan and he wants to get to know you." Wang Biao laughed, "But it turns out he was too embarrassed to get to know you because he thought his acting was too bad."

"Ah?" Lu Yan He looked at Wang Biao in surprise, his face full of astonishment.

Since Lu Yan He became famous, he had encountered all kinds of fans.

Someone like Song Li, who ran directly to a film crew to act with him, was a first.

The key was, because his own acting was too bad, he was too embarrassed to get to know him?

Is his self-esteem that strong?

Lu Yan He didn't know what to say either.

Wang Biao: "This guy is really quite funny."

Lu Yan He asked: "How did you know?"

"He was chatting with another actor and didn't notice me behind him." Wang Biao said, "The funniest thing is, isn't he often scolded by the director for being late? Actually, he wasn't late; he had arrived but didn't dare to come in. I guess it's because his acting was too poor and he felt ashamed. Sigh, I really haven't seen anyone like him in the entertainment industry; it's too magical."

Lu Yan He: "Don't go discussing this with others outside."

"Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut." Wang Biao immediately made a gesture of zipping his mouth, indicating he would definitely keep it closed.

Lu Yan He was lost in thought.

"Mom, I don't want to act anymore. I'm also very sure that I'm not cut out for acting."

Song Li said to his mother on the phone.

His mother laughed, "Realized the reality? It's fine not to act; your father has always been against this, as you know."

"However, I still want to work in this field in the future." Song Li said as if he had made up his mind: "Mom, I like the film and television industry. I've been in this crew for so long, and although acting is a nightmare for me, I still like it here. I want to do this."

His mother heard this and said: "Then you need to think carefully about how to tell your father about this."

"I'm also not cut out for politics. Help me persuade my father. With me like this, wanting to go into politics? I'd be blacklisted by the leaders on the first day." Song Li said, "You know, I've been lazy since I was a kid and I can't keep secrets. How could I go into that den of dragons and tigers? My father is the same, he still hasn't given up even now. How can he have been dreaming the same dream for so many years without waking up?"

Just as Song Li finished complaining, he heard his father's voice roaring from the phone.

"Why don't you ask yourself, after all these years, why haven't you made my dream come true even once?! Get back here immediately!"

Song Li: "... Damn, Dad, why are you eavesdropping on my call with Mom? That's unethical."

Then, his mother said apologetically: "Son, it was Mom who put it on speakerphone, I forgot to tell you."

"..."