LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

He walked over, ready to say thank you to Zhong Qing.

However, the other party looked over with a faint look, and only one look made Zhao Li stop.

This is not Lin Jiaojiao.

Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, looked at the person in front of him, and called tentatively: "Huanhan?"

Zhong Qing looked at him quietly and said nothing.

Zhao Li: "..."

He sighed and gave up his plan to talk to her. He turned around and went to the rest area next to him to drink a glass of water.

Zhao Li has heard before that some people will easily empathize with the characters in the script after entering the play.

Only in this way can the characters performed have souls, completely shedding the shadow of the actor himself.

But in so many years in this circle, Zhao Li has never seen anyone who can do this.

Even the actor Feng, who has always been famous for his acting skills.

Zhao Li couldn't help but glance sideways in Feng Rui's direction.

The other party's eyes were falling on the woman in red in the field, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Even Feng Rui has never reached that level.

Feng Rui has always known that acting is acting.

He has simulated the thoughts, actions, and moods of the characters in the script countless times, and finally performed the character perfectly, but he will not let himself become that person.

Feng Rui felt faintly worried.

Extreme wisdom will hurt you.

Although strictly speaking, the word "love" has nothing to do with this situation.

But Feng Rui always felt that this was not good.

Every script is an unforgettable story of love and hatred. If you just think that this is a story and the person performing it is a spectator or a passer-by, then it doesn't matter.

At most, I was moved to the depths, shed a tear, lamented the twists and turns of the character's life and the uncertainty of the world, and then it passed.

But if you completely regard yourself as that person...

Love is a word, and using too much force is both harmful to the body and sad.

Feng Rui didn't bother Zhong Qing, but just made a decision. After today's shooting, he would have a good talk with Zhong Qing.

The first day of filming went extremely smoothly.

Except for one scene that was not perfect and had to be repeated, whether it was the scene with Zhong Qing and Zhao Li in the morning or the scene with Feng Rui in the afternoon, they were all played over again.

Even some of the minor supporting roles, I don't know if they were influenced by the big names before them, actually performed exceptionally well.

Director Zheng couldn't hide the joy on his face.

A good start is always a very auspicious sign.

"Okay, we're done with today's filming, thank you all for your hard work!" Director Zheng said with a smile.

Many people had relaxed smiles on their faces.

It would be nice if every day could be like today.

Zhong Qing, who was very unusual, did not join the others and silently turned around and went to the lounge.

Feng Rui also took off his makeup and changed clothes in his lounge.

He moved quickly, and after coming out, he waited outside the Zhongqing Lounge for people to come out.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes, no one was there.

Feng Rui frowned. After thinking about it, he reached out his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

No one responded.

Feng Rui knocked a few more times.

"...Come in." A faint female voice came from inside.

Feng Rui didn't hesitate, pushed the door open and went in.

Zhongqing sits in front of the dressing table.

She didn't take off her makeup or change back into her clothes, she just sat in front of the mirror.

Her expression was cold and her eyes were indifferent, completely unlike the Lin Jiaojiao Feng Rui knew.

Feng Rui felt that the person in front of him was a little strange.

He sighed: "Bright."

Zhongqing glanced at him in the mirror and said nothing.