Sheng Yan lowered his gaze, a trace of contemplation flickering in his eyes. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the table as he calmly said, "Let’s pick a new Film City. I think Luodou Film City is a good option, worth exploring for investnt planning."
Zhang Ming said subconsciously, "Okay, I’ll call Director Li in a bit to suggest it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly realised what he had said and frowned, asking, "Why have you suddenly decided to invest in a Film City? I thought you’ve always looked down on such small businesses?"
Sheng Yan paused, his expression indifferent, "I think I should change my agent. You’re good with finance, so just focus on being mine—"
Zhang Ming quickly feigned ignorance to interrupt, "What? You said you want to make a new investnt? Alright, alright! I’ll talk to Director Li right away. The signal’s bad in these backwoods, so I’ll not chat with you for now. Ah, what did you say? I can’t hear you, gonna hang up now!"
Listening to the dial tone in his ear, Sheng Yan put the phone down unhurriedly, opened his contacts list, and his gaze lingered on one number for quite so ti before finally dialing it.
The phone rang for a long ti, over and over, and Sheng Yan didn’t know for how long exactly, but he didn’t let it go through—he just hung up and redialed.
As soon as He Jinxia stepped out of the bathroom, she heard her phone ringing and hurried over to answer it.
"Hello?"
Sheng Yan’s deep and resonant voice slowly transmitted, "Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"
He Jinxia was montarily stunned, shifted her phone, and checked the main screen; there were over a dozen missed calls, all from Sheng Yan.
She quickly explained, "I was just taking a shower, just got out."
Sheng Yan: "..."
An uncontrolled image arose in his mind of Jinxia wearing a bathrobe, slowly erging from the steamy bathroom, her face surely flushed red, her bathrobe shifting as she moved...
He coughed lightly, feeling an odd sense of embarrassnt creeping up inside him.
He stretched his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, decided not to dwell on that topic any further and instead asked, "Is your ntal state a bit better now?"
He Jinxia set her phone on speaker and placed it down sowhere, then began searching her wardrobe for pajamas to put on, replying nonchalantly, "It’s okay, I guess. Why the sudden concern?"
A faint ’thud’ sound emanated clearly from the phone, followed by rustling noises, and then the sound of a zipper gliding across clothing, which was sowhat grating in the silence of the room.
These sounds made Sheng Yan swallow down the words he was about to say.
He pinched the bridge of his nose once more, feeling as though he were indeed bewitched, struggling to prevent his mind from conjuring more images.
This was infuriating.
The eminent Big Boss Sheng suddenly felt this phone call to be enormously awkward, but he just... couldn’t... bring... himself... to hang up!
Having changed her clothes, He Jinxia heard no reply from Sheng Yan and asked in confusion, "Sheng Yan, are you still there?"
With a slightly hoarse voice, Sheng Yan said, "Aunt He ntioned in the group that you weren’t in good spirits. I saw it."
He Jinxia sat on the bed, twisting her hair with a towel, and responded, "Oh."
Sheng Yan: "It’s not uncommon for actors to get deep into their roles, though rare. Actors from the Experience Fact often have imrsive experiences, it seems in acting, you belong to the Experience Fact, not the Craftsmanship Faction."
He Jinxia: "Oh."
Sheng Yan: "The Experience Fact emphasizes the sense of character imrsion, setting aside one’s own thoughts to blend into the character, transforming into the character to experience their joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, chasing the philosophy of ’no insanity, no artistry.’ Actors from the Experience Fact tend to have more monts of brilliance than those from the Craftsmanship Faction."
He Jinxia: "Oh."
Sheng Yan: "The Craftsmanship Faction is about artisanal skills. The reason they are called craftsn is that these actors don’t imrse themselves in the character but instead polish the character’s actions.
Through the long history of acting, so directors have summarized a set of acting techniques—what emotions should be conveyed with specific actions. Craftsmanship is about this kind of precision and strict expression."
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"This type of actor imrses less deeply than those in the Experience Faction, but it’s not absent either. After all, any category, when honed to perfection, can produce a master."
He Jinxia still spoke languidly, "Oh."
Sheng Yan: "..." Suddenly at a loss for words.
He Jinxia, hearing the person on the other end of the phone fall silent, saw a hint of a smile cross her eyes, her lips curving slightly as she took the initiative to say, "I’m going to dry my hair. If you’re busy, you can go ahead."
Without a second thought, Sheng Yan replied, "I’m not busy."
He Jinxia paused.
As if to cover up sothing, Sheng Yan quickly added, "You should dry your hair quickly so you don’t catch a cold."
He Jinxia asked softly, "What about you?"
Sheng Yan: "I’m going to do so work."
Jinxia’s eyes curved again as she responded with a good.
Not sure if it was his imagination, Sheng Yan felt that her "good" sounded unusually sweet.
Putting down the phone, He Jinxia went to find a hair dryer and started blow-drying her hair. She didn’t hang up, assuming Sheng Yan on the other end would do so.
However, after she finished drying her hair and picked up the phone again, she was startled, the call hadn’t been disconnected?
She hesitantly asked, "Sheng Yan, are you still there?"
"Mhm," a deep, llow voice ca slowly through, even a simple hum sounded irresistibly alluring.
A slight sense of guilt welled up in He Jinxia, and she spoke softly, "Have you been waiting long?"
Without a hint of embarrassnt, Sheng Yan calmly replied, "No, I just took the opportunity to check the computer and deal with so things."
As he said that, his gaze inadvertently moved to the computer, then swiftly away.
Well, the computer had been loyally shut down ever since Mrs. Sheng left, turned on? Not a chance.
He Jinxia humd in response, letting her body lie flat on the bed, and silence enveloped the atmosphere again.
An indescribable tenderness flowed between them, and even without speaking, He Jinxia felt considerably more at ease.
As her heart settled, fatigue followed, the day’s deep imrsion in her role taking a heavy toll on her spirit. Now, as she relaxed, her head began to ache.
It was uncertain how much ti had passed—or if it was rely a mont—when Sheng Yan’s words slowly erged from the phone, carrying a softness he didn’t even notice, "How do you feel now, any better?"
He Jinxia’s heart ward, and she asked in a low voice, "Have you been talking with just to ease my ntal state?"
Sheng Yan also softened his voice, "Mhm, it’s not easy to get into character nor to co out of it. I’ve been in character before too, I know it feels terrible afterward for a while, but talking with soone can relieve a lot of it."
He Jinxia: "So you plan to keep talking with ?"
Sheng Yan countered, "Why not?"
He Jinxia was lost for words, the corners of her mouth lifting gently.
Thinking of sothing, her eyes twinkled mischievously, and with a gleeful expression, she said, "No need, it would be bad if it affected you."
Sheng Yan was about to say it wouldn’t affect him, but the words turned back at his lips, and he swallowed them. He once again pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing it wasn’t ti yet.
What if he scared the little fox?
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