Chapter 508: Explosive Acting, The Whole Audience Moved

Details determine success or failure.

In this version of "A Little Red Flower" by Luo Mo, the actress who plays the role of the mother is named Zhou Lin.

A woman with very strong acting tension.

When Luo Mo was auditioning her, he felt that she was truly impressive.

It's just that before this, he had hardly seen many of her movies or television series.

He had some impression of this person's face and felt she looked a bit familiar. But he guessed that the roles she played in works were all minor and unimportant ones.

This made him feel it was truly a pity.

When the short film played to this part, many audience members at the scene had red eyes.

You must know, this segment of the Drama is one of the famous scenes in the movie.

In reality, if a patient appears in a family, the family members also have to bear immense pressure.

But currently, many film and television works are filmed very extremely.

Either the family members are exceptionally good, wholeheartedly treating the illness, willing to sacrifice, and also have incredibly strong minds.

Or the family members are exceptionally bad.

This all seems unrealistic.

The son is sick, and it is true that the mother is willing to sacrifice.

But a mother is also a human.

A mother also has emotions.

A mother also has moments of breaking down.

The screen fell into a brief darkness again as the car started moving again.

The voice-over sounded, and images like a comic began to appear on the big screen.

"Every time Mother took Wei Yihang to see a doctor, after the visit, she would be just like when she sent him to kindergarten as a child, stamping a little red flower on his palm to praise him for actively cooperating."

"This time, Wei Yihang didn't let her stamp it."

With the passage of time, Wei Yihang's condition temporarily stabilized, but the price paid was—a huge sum of expenses.

One Sunday, he was hanging out with friends, and by chance, he saw his father specifically driving a ride-hailing car on his day off to earn money.

He didn't say a word, just looked out the window and asked his friend faintly: "What day is it today?"

After the gathering ended, Wei Yihang found the group owner of the "Patient Group," Wu Xiaomei.

He asked him: "How do I sign up for that medicine trial volunteer post you sent in the group?"

"Oh, that was posted by a friend who is a medical representative; I just forwarded it to help out." He asked in pursuit: "What are you doing?"

Wei Yihang lied to him, saying he was asking for a friend.

Classic trope one: "Asking for a friend."

"Do they pay?"

"They pay, they pay every time, but they have to screen, and this time they are testing some kind of psychiatric Medicine."

"Ah, then that buddy of mine is too suitable; I've always felt he has mental problems," Wei Yihang said.

Classic trope two: Insulting myself.

In the end, he got the business card and participated in the medicine trial.

After the voice-over and comic content ended, the screen lit up again.

The Actors were already seated in the new scene, having moved locations during this process.

This time, it returned to Wei Yihang's home, where the family of three was eating.

"Goji berries and broccoli, a new pairing," Wei Yihang said, though he was depressed, he had a sharp tongue.

He hadn't realized yet that his parents' expressions were both somewhat serious and grave today, and the atmosphere in the house was a bit off.

The camera pulled to a long shot, where one could see the family of three sitting at the dining table, and something propping up the broken corner of the table, otherwise the table wouldn't be steady.

Father looked at Wei Yihang and asked: "Is there something you want to tell us?"

Wei Yihang had just picked up some broccoli to put in his mouth, and after biting off half, he looked up at his father in a daze.

His bangs were really too long, almost poking his eyes.

After looking at his old man, he looked up again to size up his mother, who was sitting there expressionless.

This silly boy, slow to react, only realized at this moment that the atmosphere at home was wrong.

He put down his chopsticks, his hands hanging down, palms tucked between his knees, shoulders slumped, and said:

"I originally planned to tell you in a while, but I've decided where to go hiking; I want to go out for a trip in a while."

"Where would you get the money to go hiking?" Father looked at him, his tone as calm as possible, and asked again.

"I sold those limited-edition toys of mine on a second-hand website, and then that friend of mine chipped in some, it should be about enough." He was still a bit proud, like a child waiting for praise, and picked up his chopsticks again, preparing to continue eating.

He smiled and stuffed the remaining half of the broccoli into his mouth, chewing it in big bites.

Wearing Glasses, the middle-aged and slightly overweight father looked at him with lowered eyelids, his mouth slightly pursed, exhaled a rough breath through his nostrils, took a box of Medicine out of his pocket, and slammed it hard onto the dining table.

"You're bullshitting me?" His voice had a bit more severity, completely different from the old dad who looked easy to talk to and had no temper earlier.

It was obvious that Wei Yihang's matter of using his own body to test Medicine for money had been discovered.

He lowered his head, his chopsticks still in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the medicine box, tapped his teeth lightly with the chopsticks, flicked his lower lip, and then with a slap, put the chopsticks down.

Wei Yihang slumped down again, tucking his hands between his knees, his long bangs following his slight bow, as if they could cover half his face.

"Why did you go through my drawer?" he asked.

Father stared at him and said: "If I don't go through your drawer, you'll turn yourself into a lunatic with all that stuff you're taking!"

While speaking, he couldn't help but reach out his finger and push Wei Yihang's head hard.

Although his tone was severe, it could be seen that Father was still suppressing his emotions and had not spoken loudly to him the whole time.

"Was it Wu Xiaomei who told you?" Wei Yihang glanced at him, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating, the rebellious child still muttering under his breath: "Fine, really fine!"

He exhaled in frustration, ate a mouthful of plain rice, and in that interval, looked up at his mother.

His mother remained silent.

While chewing his rice, he turned his head to look at his father, who was simply staring back at him.

"You don't need to glare at me like that." He uncomfortably picked up his rice bowl with one hand and used the other to pick up food, saying: "I am already an adult, I have the capacity for independent action, and I know what I am doing."

These words completely triggered the Anger of his father, who had been suppressing his emotions and could not bear to be harsh with his child.

He suddenly reached out a large hand, grabbed the rice bowl from Wei Yihang's hand, and smashed it onto the floor.

The sudden outburst and the harsh sound of the rice bowl shattering made many in the audience gasp, as if they themselves had just been scolded by their own father.

His father stood there, his frame slightly hunched, a bit stooped, unable to straighten his back due to both toil and Anger.

"If you want to use money, you can ask us for it." His voice was trembling with rage, but he was still controlling the volume, not yelling at his child: "You cannot ruin your own body!"

Wei Yihang still held his chopsticks in one hand, the rice bowl in his other hand having been smashed; he made a small movement, his index finger lightly picking at his thumbnail, and he looked up to say:

"I am already enough of a burden to you."

"This time, I want to use my own way to fulfill my own wish, is that not okay?"

"What way?" His father lowered his head to interrogate him: "Wei Yihang, I am telling you, your body does not just belong to you."

He placed his palm on the table, tapping it with his fingers, still without making an overly violent sound, and said: "It also belongs to us!"

"Dad, look." Wei Yihang held his chopsticks, pressing them against the dish, occasionally making a sound, his eyes scanning the surroundings of their home.

"Since I got sick, has our family replaced a single new thing?"

He had actually been bottling things up during this period.

He knew his father was driving a private hire car and his mother was going to extremes to save money.

He had even secretly waited for his father to return in the middle of the night, handing him noodles he had just cooked, claiming he had messed up the cooking and needed to make another bowl for himself, so he should eat this one to avoid waste.

The selfless love of parents can also become a pressure for a child.

He felt Gratitude, but also guilt, and would think: If I were not in this world...

It was too heavy.

The illness was too heavy.

The love was also too heavy.

This teenager, who was already taller than his father, stood up abruptly, suddenly lifted the table, kicked away the object propping up one of the table legs, and then slammed the table back down.

His mother, who had remained silent on the side, was startled by the father and son and hurriedly steadied the table.

"The table leg hasn't been steady for a long time." Wei Yihang looked at him and picked up the mobile phone on the table.

"And that phone of yours, the screen is shattered and there's nowhere to get it fixed for you." He shook the phone, the screen half-crushed.

Wei Yihang put the phone down, looked at his parents, and poured out everything in his heart.

"After you two get off work, one goes to pick vegetable leaves, and the other secretly goes to drive a private hire car."

"This home wasn't like this before."

"I don't want to see you like this either."

His parents looked at him in disbelief.

His father looked at this son who was staring straight at him, then glanced at the experimental medicine on the table, and said: "Do you need to worry about it?"

His tone rose by a degree for the first time, and he roared: "We are happy to!"

"I am not happy!!!" Wei Yihang pointed at himself with his finger, shouting loudly, with a slight sob and desperation in his voice.

His eye sockets turned red instantly.

His father looked at him, his eyes filled with astonishment and helplessness.

"I don't want you to have stomach pain and be unable to sleep." Wei Yihang lowered his eyelids, then closed his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed: "And you can't even bear to get a gastroscopy."

"And my mother, haggling with people over twenty or thirty cents." He really wanted to hold back his tears because he felt he had grown up and had the burden of being a Man, but the tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

"And my grandmother, at such an old age, having to rely on selling the house to fill this bottomless pit of mine!"

Wei Yihang opened his eyes, the veins on his neck and forehead bulging.

"You saving my life at all costs only makes me feel like I am a burden; I am not at all thankful to you."

"If I don't escape to catch my breath..." He pointed at himself, gritted his teeth, and said: "I might as well die!"

"Slap—." A loud slap landed instantly on Wei Yihang's face.

After hitting him, his father was stunned himself; he leaned forward slightly, his mouth agape, and the frames of his glasses were jolted by the forceful movement, sliding down a bit.

His mother, already sobbing, watched from the side, at a loss, as this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Wei Yihang, who had been slapped for the first time in his life, felt the burning pain on his cheek.

He pursed his lips several times, opened them again, and his teeth made a chewing motion several times, as if there were still rice in his mouth that hadn't been chewed thoroughly, but in reality, he was feeling the pain in his facial muscles.

He raised his hand to wipe away his snot and tears, glanced at his father, kicked aside the fragments of the rice bowl, and stormed out.

The entire audience watched this scene, feeling both heartbroken and real.

They were shocked by the acting of the three Actors, and also moved by such a realistic situation.

When family members have disputes, the most feared thing is—words escalating.

Sometimes, it might not have been like this, but because of words escalating, things happen that everyone is unwilling to see and unwilling to accept.

The screen darkened again, continuing in the form of a black-and-white comic.

Wei Yihang left home and found the group leader of the patient support group, Wu Xiaomei, again to vent his anger, accusing him of betraying him by telling his parents about the matter.

"You've scolded and vented your anger, it's time to go home." Wu Xiaomei said to him.

"I'm staying here today." Wei Yihang lay on the sofa on the rooftop.

He was lying on his side, his whole body slightly curled up.

Half of his face rested against the cushion, blocked completely, as if hiding something.

"Then go downstairs and tell your dad," Wu Xiaomei said again.

"Not going," Wei Yihang said.

"Then don't stay here, get lost."

"If you hadn't run your mouth those two extra times, would I be like this?"

"Do you not understand why I ran my mouth? Have you ever treated me as a friend? We aren't even friends, so what do you mean by saying these things to me?"

"Right, we certainly aren't friends, but haven't you meddled in every single one of my personal affairs?"

"That's because I am friends with your parents. Don't think I go to your house because I'm so fond of you; I just feel they have it hard."

"Long before you first came to the patient support group, they had already been there many times."

"Afraid you wouldn't be well-received, they went around entrusting you to everyone, saying how good you are here and how good you are there."

"When you offended people here, they accompanied you with smiling faces to apologize for you; everyone feels bad for them and doesn't hold it against you."

"I was once a patient's family member too; I know that feeling."

"It's hard when you're sick, but it's even harder for the people around you."

Wei Yihang let out a breath and turned his head away.

He decided to go downstairs to see his dad.

His dad was downstairs, having waited for a very, very long time.

He had been sitting idly on the sofa for a very, very long time.

The screen lit up again, and Wei Yihang, played by Luo Mo, walked down the stairs from the stage set and into the living room.

He had only walked halfway when his dad immediately stood up and hurried over, saying incessantly:

"Xiao Hang, if you want to stay here today, then stay here."

"I brought the Medicine for you."

Wearing Glasses, the middle-aged man with a stout figure kept his head down, holding a white plastic bag in his hand containing seven or eight bottles of Medicine; as he spoke, he untied the knot in the bag, his hands trembling slightly, never once looking at his son.

Just from these few seconds of footage, due to the superb acting, a large number of the audience at the scene instantly burst into tears.

He just kept his head down, taking out the Medicine on his own, muttering non-stop.

"Uh, this small one, and this one with the red cap, need to be taken together."

"Take two pills at a time."

Then, he added: "Half an hour apart."

"Then, then take this big one."

He kept his head down, his large hands continuing to rummage through the small bag, the frames of his Glasses sliding further down the bridge of his nose.

"This, this is the newly opened Medicine, it's easy to forget, yeah." He seemed to have endless words to say.

His dad wanted to say sorry, but when it reached his lips, only endless instructions remained.

"Dad." Wei Yihang couldn't hold it back and called out to him.

Only then did his dad stop staring fixedly at the small white plastic bag, looking up at him with eyes full of self-reproach.

"Dad has never laid a finger on you since you were little, yet now that I'm old, I've learned to use my hands." His hair was messy, his bangs slightly damp, and his Glasses frames were drooping.

"Ever since you got sick, Dad has, Dad has..." his voice choked: "Dad just can't stand to hear this... this word 'death'."

He raised his palm to cover his face, his shoulders heaving as he tried to control his emotions.

He kept sniffing.

It was as if he was afraid that seeing him like this would place another psychological burden on his child.

He has sacrificed so much for you; his emotions may collapse, but after collapsing, when facing you, he still has to be careful and cautious.

After his dad sniffed hard once more, he took out his phone with the cracked screen to show him his balance: "Dad has been driving for a ride-hailing service these past few months and has saved up quite a bit; it's enough for you to have a good time."

"I'm not going; you should hurry up and take the money to treat your stomach ailment."

"Tsk, the company is having a physical exam next week and specifically booked a gastroscopy for me, don't you worry."

His dad looked at him and said: "You, you need to go and do the things you should be doing at your age, go see more, walk more, but, when you can go, it's up to the doctor to decide."

His dad extended a palm and asked: "Is it a deal?"

Exhausting all one's heart and strength for one's child; pitiful is the heart of parents under heaven.

Wei Yihang extended his palm and shook hands with him.

On the back of his hand was the unwashed, imprinted... little red flower.

(PS: 4600 words, begging for monthly votes! I'll try to upload an easter egg chapter in a bit to show everyone the acting; I don't know if it will pass the review.)

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