Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

Xia Xingcheng drank a lot, and he was slightly drunk when he sent Huang Jixin away.

He went back to the hotel alone and walked out of the elevator. Every step of the way, the sole of his shoes fell into the soft carpet without making a sound. His body was a little shaky, not drunk to stand unstable, but in the alcohol driven brain slightly excited, let him walk more than usual.

Xia Xingcheng went to the door of Yang Youming’s room, stopped and looked up at the number.

He originally wanted to invite Yang Youming to dinner today. In the process of shooting, Yang Youming’s gentle appeasement properly dispelled the anxiety and self-confidence in his heart. At that time, he even suspected that he would not find the feeling in the next shooting.

Fortunately, there was Yang Youming.

Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, hitting the wooden door with his knuckles, making a clear sound.

He knocked twice and then stopped to listen to the movement quietly. He did not hear any sound. So he rubbed his knuckles with his fingers, and then raised his hand to knock for the second time, but hesitated.

Xia Xingcheng was a little uneasy. He didn’t know if it’s too abrupt for him to come to Yang Youming like this.

In fact, Huang Jixin was right. He did have a fan filter in front of Yang Youming. In front of Yang Youming, he was a small fan who was very cautious. He must be very careful when talking and doing things. He was afraid to leave a bad impression on Yang Youming. Sometimes he was not as clever as himself.

Xia Xingcheng wanted to go, but before he turned around, he heard footsteps coming from inside. He went all the way to the back of the door. Then Yang Youming’s voice came out: “Who is that?”

“It’s me, Xia Xingcheng.” Xia Xingcheng said nervously and uncontrollably.

When the door opened, Yang Youming stood behind the door in his bathrobe. His hair was still slightly wet. He smiled at Xia Xingcheng, “What can I do for you? Please come in.”

Xia Xingcheng’s brain was blank for a moment. He followed Yang Youming into his room and closed the door.

Yang Youming’s room pattern was similar to that of Xia Xingcheng’s, but it’s much cleaner than his room. All the daily necessities were arranged orderly.

“Sit down.” Yang Youming said to Xia Xingcheng.

Xia Xingcheng sat down on the sofa.

Yang Youming sat face to face at the edge of the bed and asked, “Do you have anything to tell me?”

Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and brushed his hair. He found that his forehead was a little bit hot. In fact, it wasn’t just his forehead. His whole face was probably hot. He said, “I just want to thank you.”

Yang Youming bowed his head and smiled, then looked at him and said, “You have already said that.”

Xia Xingcheng felt inexplicable embarrassment for a moment. Seeing Yang Youming’s bathrobe opening slightly and revealing a strong chest, he couldn’t help turning away his eyes and thinking about what to say.

Yang Youming probably saw that he was nervous. He stood up beside the bed and asked him, “Do you want to drink some red wine? I just opened a bottle of wine.”

Xia Xingcheng looked up at him and said, “OK.”

There were two bottles of red wine on the wine cabinet in Yang Youming’s room. He picked up one bottle, pulled out the cork, and poured the wine into a glass.

Xia Xingcheng looked at his actions, wondering if it’s the habit he had formed in acting. The actions of pouring wine all showed some elegance.

Yang Youming poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Xia Xingcheng.

Xia Xingcheng’s mouth was still full of the smell of beer. He took the glass and took a sip.

Yang Youming stood beside him and asked, “How does it taste?”

Xia Xingcheng looked up and replied, “It’s very good.”

Yang Youming then smiled again.

With this glass of wine, the uncomfortable atmosphere was relieved a little. Even if two people didn’t talk much, they sat face to face and drank silently. It seemed that there was a kind of carefree in this night.

Xia Xingcheng had drunk a lot of beer before he came. He had a good amount of wine, but he never dared to mix it up. He was embarrassed to say no in front of Yang Youming. After drinking this glass of red wine, he felt that the wine was coming up all of a sudden, and his hot face and forehead seemed to be getting hotter.

With the spirit of wine and courage, Xia Xingcheng’s posture on the sofa became more and more casual. He leaned back, put one arm on the armrest of the sofa, and put the other hand on the knee with one leg raised. He shook the glass gently and said, “It’s really hard for me to adapt to the director’s way.”

Yang Youming leaned against the floating window, looked at him and said, “Is that right?”

Xia Xingcheng didn’t realize that his body was slipping. He said, “Yes, I don’t know what kind of effect he wants. I can only act according to my own ideas. If I can’t do it twice at a time, I will feel more and more pressure.” His eyes were wide open, staring at the dark yellow ceiling lamp in Yang’s room.

Yang Youming didn’t speak. He just looked at Xia Xingcheng in silence with his glass in his hand.

Xia Xingcheng thought Yang Youming would say something to him, but he didn’t wait for anything, so he looked at him and said, “Brother Ming, I sometimes think you are a little strange.”

This time Yang Youming seemed to smile and asked him, “Where is strange?”

Xia Xingcheng couldn’t say these words in other time and place, but he really wanted to say it now. He just wanted to find an excuse. For example, he was drunk. The drunk person could wake up in the morning tomorrow without remembering anything, so he looked at Yang Youming and said in a rare disrespectful tone: “Just like today, when you are on the set today and when you leave the set, you are not the same. When you leave the studio, you seem to be cold.”

Yang Youming put his glass on the float window, turned around and said to Xia Xingcheng, “Then you may have confused me with Yu Haiyang.”

Xia Xingcheng suddenly froze.

Yang Youming’s voice was slow and his voice was a little low, “When I was on the set, I was Yu Haiyang, and you were Fang Jianyuan; when I left the set, I was Yang Youming, and you were Xia Xingcheng in my eyes.”

Xia Xingcheng’s eyes twinkled blankly.

Yang Youming continued, “You were graduated from science class. Do you know what experiential school and expressionist school are?”

Xia Xingcheng’s lips moved. Of course, he knew that he had learned all these things, but he had never thought about it since he made the film. Whatever experiential Expressionist! he had never really been in a play. Every performance of him was nothing more than body movements and unintended expressions.

Yang Youming obviously didn’t ask for his answer, but said: “In fact, I don’t agree with the full experiential school. People’s life is limited. Every performance is full of vigor and vitality. It’s too hurtful and sad. But you are not qualified to talk about the performing factions. Do you understand what I mean?”

Xia Xingcheng understood. His face was red all of a sudden.

“So I suggest you try to leave the studio and continue to maintain Fang Jianyuan’s state, not to imagine and imitate, but to live as him.” Yang Youming said.

Xia Xingcheng frowned at Yang Youming, “But you said it hurt too much.”

Yang Youming nodded, “I said that I just suggested that. If not, in your present state, you would encounter obstacles and be a loss again and again in the next performance. He Zheng would not tell you how to perform. He only had standard in his heart and no template, and I could not tell you how to perform every time. After all, you are Fang Jianyuan. Do you understand?”

Xia Xingcheng probably woke up. He stood up and walked uneasily for two steps to see Yang Youming and wanted to ask something, but he suddenly found the coldness in Yang Youming’s eyes.

He confused Yu Haiyang with Yang Youming.

The heat on Xia Xingcheng’s face faded. He thought the air conditioner in the room was too low and his body felt cool. He said to Yang, “I see. Thank you for your advice.”

Yang Youming still smiled gently and politely, “You are excellent. Be more confident!”

Xia Xingcheng nodded, “It’s so late to disturb you. Good night, brother Ming.” Then he turned around in a hurry and walked towards the door.

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