Unexpectedly, Ye Xian was all sunshine and smiles, bringing breakfast with him and seemed to have returned to his usual vibrant self.
What kind of elixir has President Bo given Brother Ye? He brought him back to life just like that!
Yesterday afternoon, Ye Xian’s scenes weren’t filmed, and by evening, news came that he went home sullenly. Zeng Minghui also felt somewhat guilty, contemplating whether he had been too harsh on him. After all, Ye Xian was just an eighteen-year-old kid with little life experience, especially deficient in understanding emotions. Considering he managed to act this well was already commendable; Zeng shouldn’t have been so severe.
So, before filming started today, Zeng Minghui didn’t say anything, but offered a comforting smile and said, "Just do your best!"
Before the scene, Ye Xian glanced at the script, closed his eyes slightly, and recalled Bo Tingshen’s gaze from last night, then lifted the tent flap and walked in.
Zeng Minghui had thought she would perform like yesterday, but he had not expected... this kid had suddenly transformed into someone else today.
Seeing her change, Zeng Minghui was so astounded that he moved closer to the camera.
Every nuance in the youth’s tone, every minute detail in his movements, every complex emotion in his gaze, and even the air his hair seemed to exude were completely different from yesterday. Now, he had that ’something’ that truly turned him into the Shen Jinyou Zeng had envisioned.
A touch more would have been too much, a touch less insufficient.
Now, he was the very embodiment of Shen Jinyou.
Zeng Minghui held his breath nervously, staring unblinkingly at the viewfinder, fearful that any noise he made might disrupt this perfect, art-like performance.
When the scene ended, he had forgotten to call "Cut," It was Chang Rong who reminded him at the side.
Zeng Minghui: "Great! Cut, cut, cut!!!"
With the scene done in one take, Ye Xian wanted to see how well he had done, but Zeng Minghui rose from behind the camera, approaching her with enthusiasm and eyes shining, "Ye Xian, what happened to you!"


Ye Xian breathed a sigh of relief. Could you not speak so breathlessly, Director?

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