He had always wanted to find someone who could share some of his responsibilities and pressure, but it was always hard to find someone. He had no reason to let a famous artist in the company use his own popularity to guide a newcomer. It was unfair to those who were already famous. However, there was always someone who wanted to take over his position. That person had to be willing to stand in his position to discover potential newcomers and help them grow as quickly as possible. He had always wanted to find someone like that. Until today, when he saw Yan Qingchi say to Su Chan, "If you still want to develop in this industry, if you want to continue acting, just tell me." At that moment, Jiang Mochen felt that he had found the person.
He looked at Yan Qingchi and felt that it was him.
However, it wasn't until later on that he realized that Yan Qingchi didn't have any interest in Su Chan's potential. He was just protecting the weak. He simply didn't want his little fan to be unfairly persecuted. That was why he said those words. Jiang Mochen looked at Yan Qingchi, who was talking to him. He suddenly realized that he had only been in the industry for two years. He was still very young, 23 years old. His acting career had just started. He shouldn't and shouldn't be shouldering such heavy pressure at such a young age.
For Jiang Mochen, he could accept that it was very hard. He knew from a young age that the children of the Jiang family were destined to live a difficult life. However, he didn't want Yan Qingchi to suffer like him, especially when he was still so young.
Therefore, he did not tell Yan Qingchi his thoughts. He did have plans to leave the industry, but now was not the time. He would leave the industry when Yan Qingchi had a firm foothold in the industry and become an actor who could take charge of things on his own. Therefore, for now, Yan Qingchi didn't need to know about these things. He just needed to enjoy his acting time. That was enough.
Jiang Mochen and Qi Qi left the set three days later. The other members of the Jiang family and the father and son of the Fu family also left with them. Yan Qingchi and Fu Minzhi sent them off before returning to the set to continue filming.
Today's scene was the scene where the little monk was hung at the city gate and Wen Yao snatched the corpse in the middle of the night.
Jiang Xiaoming was bold and active by nature. When he was hung up by the coercion, he was still very lively and made flying movements. When Fu Minzhi reminded him that it was about to start, he immediately lowered his head and pretended to be dead.
Yan Qingchi had changed into a set of black night clothes. This set of clothes was slimmer than the white training clothes from before, and it made him look especially energetic. Su Qinglong clapped her hands and praised him, "Brother Lin, you're so handsome."
Mo Jianying raised his head and looked at him. He saw Yan Qingchi preparing to cover his face with a handkerchief. Under the light, his eyes were as lively as water, and there was a hint of radiance in them.
Ever since he started acting with Yan Qingchi, Yan Qingchi had always been wearing white exercise clothes. Now that he was dressed in black, there was an indescribable charm to him. He unconsciously closed the script in his hand and prepared to watch his performance.
The stylist put on the handkerchief for him and covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of good-looking eyes exposed.
Fu Minzhi explained the scene to him, and Yan Qingchi listened attentively. When Fu Minzhi finished saying "action", his mood suddenly changed and his entire person became dignified.
The little monk's death made Wen Yao want to kill the Japanese army. As the leader of the alliance, he had the responsibility to protect the people of the martial arts world. In the end, the little monk was still hung at the city gate after his death. Wen Yao looked at the little monk not far away. His eyes were calm, but his knuckles were clearly white from clenching his fists. His eyes were very clear, and there was a kind of hazy realization. It was a kind of doubt towards the rules of the martial arts world that he had always adhered to. However, he quickly returned to calmness, and only a trace of sadness leaked out. It was the sadness under his calm mask.
His skills were very good, and his movements were light. He shot the throwing knives from his sleeves towards the Japanese army in front of the city gate. In their panic, he used his sword to end their lives and save the little monk's corpse.
This scene was filmed very smoothly. Fu Minzhi was very satisfied and called for filming to be over.
Mo Jianying watched as he slowly removed the handkerchief covering his face, revealing a face that was as bright as a peach blossom. He could not help but sigh with emotion. No wonder young girls nowadays liked this kind of little fresh meat. Being good-looking could indeed make people happy. However, on top of being good-looking, Yan Qingchi had the vitality and spirit of a young person. Mo Jianying looked at him and unconsciously thought of his own youth. He somewhat missed that time, missed that time when he was still young.
He glanced at Yan Qingchi, stood up, handed the script to his assistant, and walked back.
Yan Qingchi did not raise his head to look in his direction until he left. Tonight, Mo Jianying had secretly glanced at him too many times. Yan Qingchi felt that it was a little strange, but he could not figure out the reason, so he did not take it seriously. He chatted with Jiang Xiaoming and the others for a while before returning to the hotel with them.
Because of Zhang Cong's departure, the crew was looking for a new candidate to play He Xiao Shuai. Fu Minzhi's golden reputation was out there. Once the news was released, many young actors came to audition. In the end, Fu Minzhi decided on a male actor who had just graduated from a professional acting school and asked him to join the crew as soon as possible. The male actor was flattered and repeatedly agreed. Sure enough, he joined the crew a few days later.
He was about the same height as Yan Qingchi. His skin was a little dark and he looked a little shy. When he saw Yan Qingchi and Qi Ruan, he introduced himself cautiously. "My name is Fang Tuo. I will play He Xiao Shuai."
Yan Qingchi and Qi Ruan politely responded to him with their names and roles.
Fang Tuo asked them, "What about the other one? Isn't there a total of four people in Wulin? "
"It's me, it's me." Jiang Xiaoming heard his question and ran over with his hands raised. "I'm a little monk."
Fang Tuo looked at his round bald head and was a little puzzled. "You're a real monk?"
Jiang Xiaoming touched his head. "Amitabha. Good, good. Almsgiver, you have a good eye for talent. You actually saw through this poor monk."
Yan Qingchi knocked his bald head and said to Fang Tuo, "He's just teasing you. He's a little child actor. He used to learn Kung Fu at Shaolin Temple."
Fang Tuo was not annoyed. He thought that Jiang Xiaoming was quite funny. He smiled and continued to chat with them.
Soon, it was February. Su Chan and Jiang Xiaoming were about to finish filming. Su Chan did not have many scenes to begin with. It was only because she was a small star and Jiang Xiaoming, who had the most scenes with her, was also a small star that the two of them had scattered scenes. That was why filming was delayed for more than a month.
Su Chan was only 14 years old and had not gone to a proper acting school. Her acting skills were all on her own. She was the kind of girl who had a strong ability to empathize with others. When she played a tragic role like Silver Bell, it was easy for her to get into character. When she got excited, she would not be able to control herself.
Fu Minzhi looked at her wearing a small floral dress with Silver Bell and arguing with her mother in the scene. She could not accept that her savior was killed by her own mother because of her, but she could not blame her mother for saying that she did it for her. She cried and laughed miserably. Tears and snot flowed down her face. Then, she chuckled twice and turned around to hit the door frame.
Fu Minzhi saw that she was about to hit the door and hurriedly whispered, "Su Chan."
Yan Qingchi quickly ran over and pulled her back. Su Chan's mother was also frightened. She ran over to look at her, touched her face and asked, "You didn't hit anything, right? Are you okay? "
Su Chan seemed to have woken up from a dream and shook her head repeatedly.
Her mother breathed a sigh of relief. "You really scared your mother."
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