Chapter 47

Yu Feihong watched with excitement as several young girls went to find Cao Yang; she walked up to Tian Zhuangzhuang with her glass, clinked glasses with Old Tian, and squinted at Cao Yang's direction.

"Director Tian, I heard your affiliation has already transferred from the Beijing Film Studio to the Beijing Film Academy?"

Old Tian sipped his wine and said while picking up food: "That's right, being a teacher is actually quite good."

"Cao Yang treats you as his personal cinematographer, do you still have time to participate in teaching?" Yu Feihong asked with some surprise.

"Go away, who is his personal cinematographer?"

Old Tian chewed his food with a crunching sound, swallowed, and then said: "Besides, even if I stay on the crew, can't I teach? I can let them take turns coming to the crew for internships; participating in practice is much more useful than dry reading."

Yu Feihong pursed her lips and smiled, asking seemingly casually: "Cao Yang is so outstanding, he must have a girlfriend, right?"

"Who knows."

Old Tian sipped his wine again with a slurping sound, smacked his lips, and said: "Anyway, I've never seen one, never heard of one, and she's never come to the set to visit; he probably doesn't have one."

Glancing at Yu Feihong, Old Tian continued: "Li Xiaoran has been here, though."

"I know, she greeted me when she came a few days ago."

Yu Feihong looked indifferent, but the topic didn't leave Li Xiaoran, "Is she on good terms with Cao Yang?"

"Isn't that a rhetorical question? She's a 'Cao Girl' promoted by Cao Yang; how could they not be on good terms?"

Speaking of this, Old Tian chuckled and pointed at Yu Feihong with his chopsticks: "If you win an award, you'll also be called a 'Cao Girl', but it's a bit of a pity."

"A pity for what?"

"A pity for your acting skills."

Old Tian was now also a riddle-maker; he only said half of what he meant, just to make people guess.

Yu Feihong was a bit confused, "Why is it a pity for my acting skills?"

Old Tian stopped talking, stood up, and left.

"Hey, hey, you haven't finished speaking, why are you leaving, where are you going?" Yu Feihong couldn't help but stand up and follow him.

"Taking a leak! Do you want to follow me?"

Pfft!

Old lecher!

Yu Feihong's curiosity was piqued; why was it a pity for her acting skills?

Cao Yang should know, right?

Hmph, I'm not trying to approach you on purpose; it's curiosity driving me to seek answers. You're just a jerk who scolds me for having no acting skills every day; I wouldn't want to pay you any mind if I didn't have to.

"Cao Yang, my acting is good, right?"

Pfft, pfft!

Yu Feihong felt ashamed; why did she ask that so smoothly?

However, so what if she asked?

Hmph, I asked, what can you do about it? Who told you to scold me for having poor acting skills.

The more Yu Feihong thought about it, the more she felt she was in the right; she couldn't help but lift her chin slightly, head held high—what did she have to feel guilty about?

Cao Yang was a bit confused; Big Sister, your scenes were finished yesterday; is the reason you stayed behind specifically to ask me this?

Also, you suddenly became as proud as a rooster; isn't that a bit inappropriate?

"Not bad."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hmph!"

Yu Feihong walked away, but after two steps, she suddenly remembered her purpose for coming here.

She paused, thinking it would be so embarrassing to turn around now; she absolutely couldn't look back, couldn't look back, walk, walk.

Old Tian returned from the restroom and saw Yu Feihong's retreating back.

He sat down next to Cao Yang, clinked his glass with Cao Yang's, and said with a self-satisfied tone, "You don't know yet, do you?"

Cao Yang was confused; what should he know?

Old Tian tilted his head back, finished the wine, and chuckled: "My affiliation has already transferred to the Beijing Film Academy; it won't be long before I'm approved by the school's degree evaluation committee as a master's supervisor. Do you know what this means?" What does it mean?

"It means you're going to supervise graduate students?"

"That's right!"

Old Tian slapped his thigh and winked at Cao Yang: "You'll graduate with your bachelor's next year, and the school will definitely make you a recommended student; I estimate there's a high probability I'll be supervising graduate students next year. How about it, kid, do you want to join my tutelage?"

"That's what you said."

Cao Yang took out his phone and said pretentiously: "I'll call Professor Situ right now and say you want me to transfer to your tutelage."

"Don't, don't, I'm joking, just joking, I'll punish myself with a drink."

Old Tian hurriedly begged for mercy, holding his glass to drink, but Cao Yang reached out to block him, grabbed it, and placed it on the table.

"That's enough, you've had quite a bit today; how old are you, how can you still drink like this? It's bad for your health."

Old Tian smiled, didn't reach for the glass, and felt quite emotional.

"I've finally figured it out; the waves of the Yangtze River push the ones before them. I should have come to the Beijing Film Academy long ago; what's wrong with teaching and educating people? Look at that old guy Situ, his students are everywhere; cultivating talent is also a pleasure. I shouldn't have wasted eight or nine years for nothing."

!

Old Tian reached out and grabbed nothing, changing to using his chopsticks to pick up some food, chewing while saying vaguely: "My biggest wish now is to be able to promote your methods, to cultivate their patience from their student days, not to be eager for quick success and instant benefits; directing is a slow, meticulous job."

Cao Yang opened his mouth, finally let out a sigh, and picked up the glass on the table to drink it in one gulp.

"Senior brother, I wish you success in your endeavors."

Returning at night, lying on the bed, Cao Yang suddenly felt that this world was actually quite good; there are many people eager for quick success and instant benefits, just like himself.

But there are also people like the stubborn Old Tian who, once they decide on something, go ahead and do it seriously without looking back, even knowing it's full of difficulties, still insisting on their original intention.

It would be great to have more people like Old Tian.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock on the door.

Cao Yang couldn't help but think, are the students nowadays so bold that they dare to knock on the director's door at night?

You have to know that there are twenty or thirty intern students in the whole crew, all staying in this hotel, two or three to a room; it's very easy to know if someone is missing.

Aren't they afraid of it getting out and ruining their reputation?

Opening the door, he saw it wasn't the student he imagined, but Yu Feihong.

Fine, come in then; what's the meaning of you slightly lifting your head and holding your chest high? You can't do any other expressions or actions, right?

"Sister Feihong?"

Yu Feihong ignored Cao Yang, walked directly into the room, then stood in front of the mirror and beckoned to Cao Yang.

Cao Yang was full of confusion, closed the door, and walked over; it didn't look like she meant to offer herself, so what was she trying to do?

Yu Feihong looked at Cao Yang appearing behind her in the mirror, closed her eyes with satisfaction, and reached out to stroke Cao Yang's face, similar to the plot in "3-Iron."

If Cao Yang were to show a strange smile again, it would be exactly the same as the plot of "3-Iron."

"Is my acting good?"

"Hmm?"

"How does it compare to Li Xiaoran?"

"Ah?"

"Is my acting better or is Li Xiaoran's acting better?"

Cao Yang was a bit helpless; this didn't look like she was in character, but why was she so concerned about acting?

"Why do you insist on comparing yourself to Li Xiaoran?"

"Because her acting is good."

"Your acting in '3-Iron' is no worse than hers."

Yu Feihong's eyes lit up; she opened her eyes, turned around, and pressed against Cao Yang, "Really?"

"Really."

(End of Chapter)