The little fox of the actor's house

Back at the hotel prepared by the crew, Ye Anxian logged in to the monster forum without incident.

Monster forums are like microblogs for human beings. Gossip and major events can be seen on the forum. It is a good place to watch gossip.

It's a pity that the recent years have been quiet and calm.

Ye An felt bored, took the script at hand, and revisited the scenes to be filmed tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door of the room. Ye An thought it was Wang Yu, and when he opened the door, he saw Qin Lang standing outside holding a script.

Before Ye An could speak, Qin Lang smiled and said, "There will be more scenes with you in the future, so I came to find you in advance."

Qin Lang asked again: "Didn't bother you?"

"No." Ye An moved aside, and closed the door after Qin Lang came in, "I'm also reading the script, and it happens that I can't find the feeling in some places. You came at the right time."

The two exchanged a few words of politeness, and tried out the scenes that Ye An said they were not sure about. After the scene was finished, Qin Lang fell into silence.

Ye An was a little embarrassed, and explained: "I tried this scene myself, but I couldn't achieve the expected effect. It just felt a little bit worse, but I didn't understand what this feeling was."

Qin Lang pondered for a moment, and directly pointed out the crux of the problem, "Your understanding of the role is still not in place."

Ye An was taken aback.

He thought he had a thorough understanding of Lu Zhiyue's role, and this bucket of cold water poured over his head directly stunned him.

Qin Lang put the script on the table and said, "What did the director say to you when you were filming the first scene?"

Ye An thought about it for a while, "Director Peng said, let me forget that I am the murderer."

"Yes." Qin Lang pointed at the script, but his gaze was on Ye An, "You have to know, you are not the murderer, you are the victim's son, and your father was killed."

"The police came to you for questioning and wanted to find some clues about the murderer. You are very sad, but because you are not the murderer, you can calmly face the police."

Ye An silently understood while listening.

Qin Lang's speech was neither urgent nor slow, and he couldn't hear the harshness or harshness, as if he was gossiping, "You have seen the ending, and in your subconscious, you think Lu Kang should die. In your eyes, nothing but the sadness of losing your father In addition, there is a bit of satisfaction, you can easily expose yourself like this, and the police will lock you as a suspect, which runs counter to Lu Zhiyue's calmness, indifference."

Hearing this, the invisible mist in front of Ye An's eyes quietly dissipated, and he suddenly became enlightened.

That's right, because he knew the ending after reading the script, he felt that Lu Kang deserved to die, he was happy in his heart, and he also brought this emotion into the character, which caused him to have a bad sense of proportion.

Qin Lang waited for a while, and then asked: "Have you ever thought about why a murderer can be so calm? Is it because of his strong mental capacity?"

Ye An was stumped by this question.

Is it because of what?

"Because he has experienced despair." Qin Lang looked at Ye An, his deep eyes were calm, "Do you know what despair feels like? When you have experienced it and survived it, you will not be afraid of anything .”

The following words were like a stone being thrown into the lake, causing ripples in Ye An's peaceful heart.

Out of nowhere, Ye An asked, "Have you ever experienced heart-wrenching despair?"

Qin Lang said nonchalantly: "That thing is not suitable for me."

After finishing speaking, Qin Lang stood up, looking like he was going to leave, Ye An hurriedly said: "My assistant is going to buy dinner, if you don't mind, let's have dinner together."

"Next time, I have an appointment." Qin Lang smiled at Ye An, and walked slowly towards the door, "Remember to bring my script there tomorrow."

Just when Qin Lang was about to open the door and go out, Ye An suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute."

Qin Lang withdrew his hand from the doorknob, turned to look at Ye An, "Huh?"

Ye An inexplicably felt his face was a little hot, he said embarrassedly: "Thank you today, Qin..."

He remembered again, Qin Lang said that he was not allowed to call Teacher Qin.

Ye An thought for a while, then smiled, "Thank you, Brother Qin...Lang...?"

The two smiled at each other.

Qin Lang thought, let's just call him brother, he is better than the younger generation, so he acquiesced to this title.

In the hotel corridor, Qin Lang, who was in a good mood, met Ye An's assistant, Wang Yu, who greeted him politely, "Hello, Teacher Qin."

Qin Lang looked at the food box in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Do you like sweet and sour fish?"

Wang Yu: "..."

The little carp expressed dislike and trembled.

After scaring Wang Yu a bit, Qin Lang felt better and left the hotel with his big sunglasses on.

That night, Ye An fell asleep peacefully, and the dark tide surged outside the dream.

The next day's filming continued, and when it was approaching noon, Ye An welcomed his irascible manager -- Zhang Bufan.

Zhang Bufan first seriously interrogated Ye An, and asked him if he had done anything wrong recently, and only after making sure that Ye An had been well-behaved did he feel relieved.

After dealing with the manager, Ye An went to the monster forum again, thinking that there would still be nothing exciting to watch like yesterday, but as soon as he logged in, he saw a red-flagged post floating on the front page.

【shock!After many years, Mr. Mao has reappeared in the Jianghu world, with the same style as before, and he can't afford to be provoked. 】

Ye An tapped the screen with his fingertips and clicked into this post.

The first floor is a photo, which is full of people at a glance, all of them are full of momentum, and they look like they are about to fight.

The leader was a man in a black coat, who looked quite tall. After zooming in on the photo, Ye An saw that the man was wearing a fox mask. Most of his face was covered and he couldn't see his face clearly. forward.

Ye An wondered, "Who is this cat always?"

Zhang Bufan unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water and took a sip of water, "The top management of our eastern district was given the nickname Black Cat Sheriff."

"Pfft..." Ye An was amused by the nickname, "This nickname..."

"Appropriate." Zhang Bufan explained: "Mr. Mao's original body is a black cat."

"Oh..." Ye An understood, saying this, the nickname really fits.

Ye An showed the post to Zhang Bufan and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Bufan glanced at the ignorant Ye An with disgust, "Then let me give you a good lesson."

As soon as there was gossip to listen to, Wang Yu also came over, and the three monsters got together to chat about their top management.

"The cat is always the top manager of our Eastern District. He is a monster who has lived for thousands of years. You think, to be the top manager of one of the four districts, the strength must not be low, but no one knows. The limit of the cat's combat power is at where."

Ye An was a little startled when he heard the words, "Is he so powerful?"

"It's powerful, but your thinking is not on the same line as mine." Zhang Bufan said: "No one knows the limit of his combat power. It's not because he hasn't used all his strength, but because he never fights alone."