I can support you.

Ning Youran didn't respond, but simply smiled at the camera, her eyes flickering. After a moment, she picked up a comb and slowly combed her hair.

"Tomorrow I want to meet up with Master and my fellow practitioners, and report to Master about my work progress."

"Wait two days, and I'll go with you when I get back."

Xue Pianpian immediately responded.

"No,"

Ning Youran was angry at her,

"You're so popular now. You're surrounded by people wherever you go. My sisters are all so young, beautiful, and outstanding. I'm afraid someone will snatch you away."

Xue Pianpian protested with a smile:

"What are you talking about? Am I such a superficial person as your sister? My sister will always be unique in my heart, and no one can replace her."

The two of them laughed at the screen for a long time, until Ning Youran yawned, and Xue Pianpian urged her to go to bed.

Before hanging up the video, she suddenly seemed to remember something and added:

"By the way, sister, don't wear cheongsams at your master-disciple gatherings."

"Ok?"

"Wear the new Chinese style that I bought you last time,"

There was a hint of cunning in Xue Pianpian's voice.

"It complements your waist perfectly. Let the sisters see that my sister is not only a good singer, but also has a great figure..."

"Snow!"

Ning Youran interrupted her with a red face and reached out to press the hang-up button.

"Hey hey hey don't hang up!"

Xue Pianpian quickly begged for mercy,

"I was wrong, sister, you look good in anything you wear!"

Listening to the chuckle coming from the receiver, Xue Pianpian leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the darkening screen and smiled.

"This Ning Youran is indeed beautiful, especially her graceful figure. She looks good in anything she wears!"

Tang Xintian, the film queen who has always boasted about her stunning looks and invincible figure, expressed her sincere admiration for another woman for the first time.

Recently, she has rarely appeared on Tik Tok due to being busy filming a costume drama.

I took a break from my busy schedule tonight and came here to take a look, and I saw this extraordinary competition between opera actor Ning Youran and Kunqu opera actor Chu Feng.

Tang Xintian paused her fingertips on the phone screen, then clicked on Ning Youran's homepage and looked through it.

It turned out to be a local opera actor. The top post was a video of him performing opera stage steps.

Tang Xintian clicked on the video. Ning Youran was wearing a plain shawl and thick-soled boots, walking vigorously on the red felt carpet in the training room.

Opera emphasizes graceful movements, and her stage steps are even more tenacious. When she kicks, her instep is stretched straight, and when she turns around, her sleeves sweep across the ground, raising light dust. Although she is clearly a woman, she exudes the heroic spirit of a military commander.

"Bangzi opera..."

She leaned back in her chair and recalled the opera performances she had attended in the countryside with her grandmother when she was a child.

At that time, the stage could make the theater stage buzz with a single opening of the opera actress's mouth. Her bright singing voice was wrapped in an earthy flavor, and even her crying voice carried a spirit of not admitting defeat.

The assistant came in with coffee and laughed when he saw the picture on the screen:

"Wow, Teacher Ning's stage steps are truly authentic! When my old troupe was rehearsing this play, our master always said, 'To imitate Mulan's departure from home, you must first practice your stage steps like you're walking across the ice of the Yellow River.' Look at the power of her steps..."

Tang Xintian moved closer and saw that Ning Youran took every step firmly, and the heels of her thick-soled boots made a dull sound when hitting the floor, as if she was really walking in the snow at the border.

She suddenly remembered the costume drama she was filming. In the drama, the heroine had a scene where she joined the army in place of her father. The director always said that she walked too lightly and lacked the solemnity of "traveling thousands of miles to the battlefield."

"This posture really shows his skill."

She swiped her finger across the screen, clicking on another video. It was Ning Youran, warming up her voice backstage. She was wearing simple training clothes, holding a blue and white porcelain cup. The moment she opened her mouth, she was stunning. Her voice was so clear it pierced the screen, and the ending note was clever and sharp, with the unique crispness of Bangzi opera.

"Check if she's available lately."

Tang Xintian handed the phone to her assistant.

"The martial arts instructor on our crew can only teach the moves, but the soul of this play must be this kind of strength that comes from the bones."

The moonlight from outside the window shone in obliquely and fell on the four words "Join the army in place of my father" on the script.

Tang Xintian suddenly remembered the PK just now. Chu Feng's Kunqu Opera was like flowing clouds and running water, while Ning Youran's Bangzi Opera was like boiling oil on a raging fire. One was the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other was the scorching sun in the Central Plains, but both were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

“No wonder we won.”

She picked up the script and tapped the table lightly. Ning Youran's bright singing voice seemed to still echo in her ears, which was even more refreshing than the sound of the clappers on the set.

Tang Xintian spread the script on the table and paused her fingertips on the heroine's name.

The assistant just sent Ning Youran's schedule, saying that she will be free the day after tomorrow to come to the crew for guidance. The note also included a sentence "Teacher Ning said that I can bring a full set of costumes, and the on-site demonstration will be more intuitive."

"He's a real guy."

The sound of the stagehands shouting came from the corridor, it was time to shoot the night scene.

Tang Xintian put on her costume jacket and walked out. When she passed the prop room, she caught a glimpse of several colorful spears piled in the corner. The tassels of the spears were faded, and the wooden poles still had patina from previous users.

She suddenly stopped and remembered the way Ning Youran wielded a gun in the video - it was not a fancy move, the tip of the gun was shaking steadily, and when she turned around, the gun barrel brushed against the seam of her pants, with a fierceness that could defeat thousands of troops.

"Teacher Tang, the director is urging us!"

The assistant director called her from the stairs.

"coming."

She responded, subconsciously straightening her back as she turned around, and her steps were heavier than usual.

Moonlight leaked in through the window lattices in the corridor, casting mottled shadows on the ground. She walked forward on those light and shadows, and suddenly felt that this long corridor looked very much like the red felt carpet in Ning Youran's training room.

The scene we were filming tonight was the heroine's first battlefield scene. When she stood on the city wall with a sword in hand, looking at the crowd of extras below, she felt an inexplicable warmth in her throat.

The moment the director shouted "Begin," she didn't frown or lower her eyes as the script had designed. Instead, she looked up at the spotlight in the distance, as if looking at real beacon fires, and blurted out a simple line with the unique sonority of Henan dialect:

"I'll guard this tower for my father!"

After I finished shouting, I realized that I had changed the lyrics, but the director didn't call for stop.

A low sigh of admiration came from behind the monitor. Tang Xintian's hand holding the hilt of the sword felt slightly hot. She suddenly understood where the power in Ning Youran's singing came from - it was not practiced, but grew from the bones, like the crops in the Central Plains, which can take root in the soil and grow through the rocks.

As soon as Xue Pianpian opened her eyes, she saw the voice message from her idol sister.

Look at the time, it was sent at 1:30 in the middle of the night.

Ning Youran's tone was filled with unconcealable excitement and joy:

"Xue, guess who called me last night? You would never have guessed it was the assistant of your idol in the film and television industry, Tang Xintian.

Tang Xintian is currently filming a costume drama and wants me to be her action director. I've already agreed. Do you want me to get her autographed photo for you?"

Xue Pianpian almost jumped up from the bed. She poked the voice bar with her fingertips and listened to it three times until she confirmed that the excited voice was indeed from Ning Youran. She couldn't help but scream.

The screen was still on, and there was a tongue-sticking emoticon under Ning Youran's message.

Xue Pianpian's first reaction was to call, but when she looked at the time, she remembered that Ning Youran should still be asleep. However, she still sent a message, her fingertips tapping the screen of her phone quickly:

"Sister, you're not lying to me, are you? Is this really Tang Xintian, the actress who won Best Actress and played eighteen different heroines?

Unexpectedly, Ning Youran replied immediately:

"That's her. Her assistant said she watched the fight between me and Chu Feng, and also watched my work. She felt that there was a certain energy in my body, which made me suitable for teaching her the fighting scenes for her character in the drama."

Xue Pianpian rolled around on the bed wrapped in a blanket, remembering that she still had Tang Xintian's red carpet photos from last year in her phone album. She suddenly felt that the world was as wonderful as a dream.

She started following Tang Xintian's dramas ten years ago and even compiled a collection of all the martial arts scenes of the costume roles she played. She never thought that one day she would be able to connect with her idol through her idol sister.

"Autographed photos! I want ten! No, twenty!"

After she finished posting, she felt that she was too greedy and quickly added,

"Actually, one photo will do... Mainly, I want to see her in person! Sister, can you talk to her assistant and let me visit her on set this weekend? I promise I won't stay long and won't affect your work!"

Ning Youran didn't reply until a while later, probably because she was busy with other things.