Fang Zhao knew what he meant when he heard this and glanced at Si Lu's hands. "No knife."
"... No." Si Lu scratched his head in embarrassment. Asking for help and bringing a knife? Wouldn't it be misunderstood as a fight?
However, hearing Fang Zhao mention a knife, Si Lu had another layer of confidence in Fang Zhao. The character he was playing was someone who never left his knife.
"Come in." Fang Zhao handed him a glass of water.
Si Lu politely accepted it. "Thank you."
But he didn't dare drink it.
His agent had told him many times not to drink water handed to him by others. Even if they were from the same company, he had to be on his guard. They were all competitors. Who knew if the other party was competing for a certain role or had other motives and might add something to it?
Before joining the cast and crew, his agent had exhorted him to be on his guard against other actors, especially those from rival companies like Silver Wing. Even if the other party seemed friendly and warm, he still had to be cautious. Even if it wasn't serious, just having diarrhea for a day was enough to make you feel uncomfortable. Work pressure, psychological pressure, and when the weather was bad, the whole body would feel uncomfortable. If you had diarrhea on top of that, you would be half-dead.
Now that Fang Zhao had handed him this glass of water, should he drink it?
"You want to know more about Qi Guan?" Fang Zhao asked.
Qi Guan was the character Si Lu played in the series.
"Yes!" Si Lu's attention shifted away from the cup of water. He said seriously, "I've looked up a lot of information, but the image is still not clear enough. The introduction of Qi Guan in the script is also not detailed enough. When it comes to acting, the first few seasons were fine, but the fifth season is the most crucial period. I want to act this character well, hoping to better present this character and that person to the world. I heard that you are also a member of Yanzhou's consultant team and should know more about that period of history. Perhaps you know more than me, so I came over to ask. "
"Qi Guan... that person was very special. He was not suited to be born during peaceful times. The Period of Destruction was hell for others, but for him, it was more carefree. His thinking was actually more old-fashioned. He liked to use knives and not guns. His three views were also different from ordinary people. To him, the strong did not need help. He only helped the weak. Thus, he could stand at the side and watch coldly as a strong person or even more strong person died, but he could also die without a complete corpse for the sake of two weak researchers... "
Fang Zhao remembered Qi Guan. He had once invited Qi Guan to join his team, but he had been rejected.
"We are not the same kind of people."
This was Qi Guan's reply. Then, he took his slender blade and left without looking back.
He was like a wandering knight in ancient times, doing everything according to his heart. As for what other people thought, he didn't care at all. He didn't seem to care about anything, but he had his own persistence and stubbornness. He was not a good person in the traditional sense, nor was he a heinous villain.
After Fang Zhao had been reborn, he had seen some information left behind from the Founding Era. Every person who could move their grave into the Zhongzhou Cemetery of Martyrs had gone through many rounds of vetting.
Qi Guan's way of doing things made people dislike him. During the Founding Era, when the tomb had been moved, some people had objected, but in the end, it had still been moved to the Cemetery of Martyrs.
In the eyes of future generations, his merits far outweighed his demerits. This was because the people he saved were doctors who would later develop a variety of anti-viral drugs. They were also the first batch of founding members of the Academy of Sciences during the Founding Era.
Back then, Qi Guan probably didn't expect to save such a great scientist.
Qi Guan's grave in the Cemetery of Martyrs had no bones, only a saber covered in marks. When the grave had been moved, it had been that doctor who had personally placed the saber into the grave. Now, the one in the museum was a replica.
The prop saber Si Lu used for filming was a replica based on the replica in the museum.
At this moment, Si Lu was sitting on the sofa, listening attentively to Fang Zhao's analysis of Qi Guan. When he came back to his senses … he realized he was drinking water.
When he looked at the glass, it was only half full.
Si Lu: "!!"
In the past 10 minutes, he had actually unknowingly drunk half a glass of water!!
Would he have diarrhea?
Would there be poison in it?
It wasn't that Si Lu liked to think the worst, but that his agent often scared him.
But Si Lu didn't have the time to continue being conflicted. Compared to this, he hoped to hear more about Qi Guan from Fang Zhao. For this, so what if he was poisoned?
The Qi Guan that Fang Zhao spoke of was slightly different from the information Si Lu had found, but it made this person more livable. Si Lu always felt that the Qi Guan recorded in the historical records was a little fake and incomplete, as if an important part of his soul was missing and not deep enough.
But as he listened to Fang Zhao's words, Si Lu's previously muddle-headed thoughts seemed to gradually clear up. What Fang Zhao said was the crux of the matter. It was what he urgently wanted to know!
As he spoke, Fang Zhao walked over to the place where the musical keyboard was placed. This was what he usually used when he came back to compose. At the mention of Qi Guan, the person he had not seen in a long time, Fang Zhao subconsciously placed his hand on it.
The sound of a keyboard broke through the fog and flew away.
"For that person, Qi Guan, life is transformed into the wind. Death is elegant with the wind. There is no difference. "
He didn't know if it was because he was affected by Fang Zhao's words or if the musical notes were too magical, but Si Lu's thoughts completely sank.
Not asking for results, sparing no effort;
A moment, a day, a month, a season, a year, a cycle, a lifetime;
Straight into the heart.
Perhaps that was Qi Guan's path of cultivation.
When Si Lu had received the script and researched the information, he had thought that he would see a lonely life in the wilderness with no one to accompany him, but perhaps that wasn't the case.
He had thought that when faced with death, Qi Guan would be like other people and display more emotions, but perhaps that wasn't the case.
Si Lu seemed to be able to see those gloomy, repressed emotions in his own mind.
The sunlight was hidden behind the world, and when the wind blew over, there was only coldness.
He seemed to see the loneliness of the wilderness, but at the end of the loneliness, his heart wasn't as fretful as when he had first arrived.
Deep in thought, there seemed to be some unwillingness, some loneliness.
Later on, those emotions were all gone.
It was as if he could hear the wind singing in the night sky, as if he could see a star falling from the sky onto the surface of a lake, still glowing.
The surrounding world was silent like the deep sea.
Eyes closed, eyes opened, a smile.
There was no unwillingness, no loneliness.
Life, transformed into the wind.
Death, drifted with the wind.
Unbounded Voyager!
Si Lu's fingers tightened, but his heart was empty.
"Where's the knife?" Si Lu mumbled.
"You left it in your room." Fang Zhao stopped tapping the keyboard.
Si Lu turned and left. If it was the him in the past, he would still have said a few polite words, but now, he didn't say another word.
Fang Zhao looked at the closed door and sighed.
Those people had already been dead for over 500 years, almost 600 years!
— —
Elsewhere, a few days after Si Lu returned from Fang Zhao's place, he stayed in his dormitory all the way until season five of the "Founding Era" Yanzhou chapter started filming.
In the cast and crew, Si Lu had lost his usual reserved politeness. He was even more free and easy, even more unbridled, yet he restrained himself within a designated range. The knife never left his hand.
Everyone in the cast and crew sensed this change, but they didn't say anything. They were all in the same industry and understood what this meant.
The director was delighted, knowing that Si Lu had found his form, but he was also worried, worried that Si Lu wouldn't be able to walk out after filming.
On the day when all the scenes were shot, the director saw Si Lu still standing there in a daze and went over to pat him on the shoulder. "Remember to make a trip to Dr. Dai's place later."
The director also got someone to take away the prop knife. Since the scenes were done, it was safer to take back things like knives. However, the people on the director's team had seen Si Lu's state too many times. This state was definitely not an isolated phenomenon. The further they went, the more actors would fall into this state. Yesterday, he had even heard someone from the psychologist team suggest to Director Roman that they increase the number of psychologists.
A staff member of the cast and crew looked at the dumbfounded Si Lu and said to his comrade, "Sigh, yet another one who can't get out."
"Go to the psychologist. After some time, he will be able to break free from the character."
The cast and crew were too busy. Even actors from the same company or very good friends might not have the time to take care of them. Thus, the cast and crew had arranged for people in charge of such situations to bring such actors to the psychologist and ensure that they were brought over for treatment at the first opportunity. The cast and crew also didn't wish for an actor's mental health to suffer from acting in this series.
Si Lu was like a robot. He listened to the staff member's instructions, changed out of his costume, washed off the "bloodstains" on his body, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and went to the psychologist for treatment.
By the time Si Lu returned from the psychologist, the sky had already darkened.
Si Lu wasn't as dazed as before. The staff member didn't leave. Instead, he was brought to the cast and crew's canteen to collect his sumptuous, fragrant, delicately decorated, and plentiful lunchbox.
The staff member handed him the lunchbox. "Have a good meal when you get back and rest for a few days. You must be tired from filming. Sleep until you wake up naturally tomorrow!"
Si Lu accepted the lunchbox and said in a low voice, "Thank you," before turning around and leaving.
Returning to his dormitory, Si Lu placed the lunchbox on the table and didn't touch it. Just like that, Si Lu sat in front of the table in a daze.
Even though the lunchbox looked, smelled, and looked impeccable, he just couldn't bring himself to eat. He didn't have any desire to eat. He still felt that his hands were empty and didn't want to pick up his cutlery. He closed the lunchbox and continued to stare blankly.
When Fang Zhao finished filming and came over, Si Lu's lunchbox still hadn't been touched.
Fang Zhao had also seen Si Lu's scene today. It had been done very well, but at the same time, Si Lu's state wasn't quite right. Even though he knew that he would be brought to the psychologist for treatment, he still didn't feel at ease, so he had come over to take a look.
"Can't bear to?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Mmhm," Si Lu replied in a low voice.
Unwillingness, reluctance, anxiety, melancholy, just like a knight who had lost his horse or a monk who had lost his prayer beads. However, these emotions didn't belong to the character but Si Lu himself. Even though his scenes were over, he was still affected by the character.
During filming, Si Lu had felt that Qi Guan was his other self in this world. But now, it was time for him to bid farewell to the character, to bid farewell to his other self in this world.
Taking a deep breath, Si Lu's slightly trembling fingers opened the lunchbox once again. He picked up his cutlery and, as if in a serious ceremony, ate mouthful by mouthful. However, his tears couldn't be controlled. Big droplets flowed down his face and fell into the lunchbox.
Si Lu finished his meal without sparing a single grain. He also finished his drink without sparing a single drop. After wiping his face, Si Lu told Fang Zhao, "Wait a little longer."
After saying that, Si Lu walked briskly into the restroom. When he came out, his face no longer looked like a fool from crying.
"Let's take a photo together. When the time comes, I will post it on my social platform. Thank you for your help. I really am very grateful! "
Fang Zhao didn't refuse. After the photo was taken, he didn't stay behind to disturb Si Lu. Now, Si Lu needed some private time and space to ease the psychological impact.
After Fang Zhao left, Si Lu edited the photo and set it to be automatically uploaded to the social platform. His agent's mission was to send out a message every time he was connected to the internet to greet his fans.
The psychiatrist also told him to visit once every three days and only leave the cast and crew after confirming that there were no problems. Right now, he only felt tired. His body and mind were exhausted. He needed to sleep for a few days.
The next day, Si Lu was woken up by the resounding sound of his communications device.
Si Lu opened his eyes a slit with difficulty. At a loss, he didn't know where he was and could only answer the call mechanically out of habit.
"Hello …"
His agent's storm-like roar came from the other end of the line. "You want to jump ship?!"
Si Lu looked at the time blankly and was flabbergasted to discover that today was actually internet access day!
Time had passed so quickly?! He had thought it would be two days later. Why was it already time?!
However, Si Lu's agent saw that Si Lu didn't say anything and thought that Si Lu was tacitly agreeing. His rage intensified and his roar became even louder.
"You didn't even take a photo of your lunchbox. You only took a photo with Fang Zhao and still want to say 'thank you'? What are you trying to say? You want to jump ship to Silver Wing? You've become famous and your guts have grown. You want to rebel!? How many times have I said it? Stay away from Silver Wing's people! Is this how you repay me? "
Si Lu's consciousness returned and he suddenly remembered. Oh, right, he had indeed forgotten to take a photo of his lunchbox yesterday!!
In the past, his agent seemed to have told him to look for a good angle when taking a photo of his lunchbox and had taught him many shooting techniques. However, he had forgotten!
"You have found a backer and a new employer, and now you want to kick away all of us who have spent so much blood and sweat to push you up?! Your father and his team were helping you write your development plans, and the next thing I see is this thing. Si Lu, you have some freaking guts! "
"No, you misunderstood!" Si Lu hurriedly explained.
His agent and the team behind him had indeed put in a lot of effort and made great contributions for him to go from a nameless nobody to where he was today. He really had no intention of jumping ship. He just wanted to tell everyone that he had been able to play this role in his best condition thanks to Fang Zhao. When he had been editing the picture, he had been a little depressed and had only said the word "thank you." Who knew that this kind of trouble would arise!
When Si Lu explained the cause and effect, the anger on the other end subsided a little.
"Next time, don't randomly send such misleading information! You don't know that because of this photo, many entertainment media in Yanzhou are going crazy saying that you are jumping ship and that Fang Zhao is planning to poach our Neon Culture! Fang Zhao is the best at duping people. When he was playing games, he helped Silver Wing's gaming department poach a few e-sports gods. Now that he is acting, he is surely trying to poach our opponent's star! Oh right, that actor who switched to Silver Wing last week was surely duped by Fang Zhao! "
"I don't think Fang Zhao is that sort of person. How about I delete that message now?" Si Lu asked cautiously.
"Delete my ass! That sounds more like a guilty conscience! Send another message. Explain the situation in more detail. No, send it to me when you are done editing it. I will send it when I think there are no problems. Forget it, I will write it for you. Go back to sleep. Remember to go see a psychologist when you wake up! "
After the call ended, Si Lu's agent lamented to his team. "I am probably the most hardworking agent out of all the agents."
On the other end, Fang Zhao was also bombarded with information. There were inquiries from Silver Wing and probes from other companies.
After he finished reading the "evidence" from various entertainment media online, Fang Zhao realized that he had "started poaching from a rival company again."
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