Translator: 549690339
Li Duidui’s face stretched out long, and seeing that he finally got someone to pay attention to him, he huffed unhappily, “Mom, what are you guys doing?”
What are you doing… Rong Yan thought of the fiery kiss just moments before, and a blush spread from her ears all the way down to her neck. In extreme heat, like a cat with its tail stepped on, she hurriedly explained, “Nothing… nothing… just running lines. Uh, your dad was helping me out, playing the role of my scene partner.”
While sidling to the side.
Li Duidui was only five years old, but that didn’t mean he didn’t understand what acting meant. He looked at the flustered Rong Yan with his bright, clear eyes, not quite believing her, “Does running lines require kissing?”
“Pfft…” Rong Yan was rendered speechless, her throat felt as if it were clogged with cotton, unable to utter a single word.
Little Baby wasn’t usually this sharp, why was it that whenever he got sharp, he was so formidable!
The last time she told him she had a secret marriage with Li Shengxiao, Little Baby insisted that she had compromised and married for his sake.
Oh, what kind of terrifying sixth sense was this!
“Mom?” Rong Yan didn’t manage to squeeze out a word for a long time, and Li Duidui called out to her again, urging her to answer.
Rong Yan was cornered with no way out, her mind racing, “This… sometimes, the script requires it, so there might be kissing.”
“Did the script require it?” the little guy immediately followed up with another question.
No, it didn’t! But your father arrogantly rewrote the script and improvised, what could I do!
She was almost driven by her own son to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself, but just then, Li Shengxiao came to her rescue.
“You can’t get a grip on the feeling of this scene, am I right?”
Rong Yan instantly pretended to have her attention diverted by Li Shengxiao talking to her and avoided Little Baby’s eager gaze, uttering a noncommittal hum.
“A little, I have no problem with my lines, but I’m just not achieving the desired effect.”
Li Shengxiao’s deep ink-like eyes glanced at her, he picked up the script, quickly scanned through it, then put it aside, pursed his lips, and gazed at her, “Yanyan, look at me!”
“Ah?” Look at him for what?
But Rong Yan couldn’t help but to let her gaze fall on the man standing nobly before her.
Li Shengxiao advanced step by step towards her.
“Monk, I have something to say to you.”
“Could you put down the Buddhist scripture in your hands?”
Finally, the man of stunning elegance stood nearest to her, radiating an imposing presence; regal and majestic!
“I like you,” the four words fell from his lips, and Rong Yan’s gaze involuntarily rested on those eyes that shone brighter than obsidian.
“… Isn’t your dream to enlighten all beings? Enlightening beings is too far-flung, too many people that you can’t possibly save all by yourself, the person who needs saving is right in front of you! Start by saving me! If you can’t even save me, what are you saying about enlightening all beings?”
Rong Yan could recite this line down to the punctuation, but it wasn’t until she saw Li Shengxiao’s interpretation that she profoundly understood what emotion the screenwriter wanted this character to convey.
Certainly, it wasn’t the type of performance she did, reciting the lines forcefully and sounding out the punctuation.
When Li Shengxiao was saying this line, his tone was indifferent and his emotions hardly agitated. Even when questioning the person he loved at the end, his voice was very light. It carried a sense of self-inquiry, doubt, self-redemption, desire, all spoken softly. It was as if he was asking the other person, and at the same time, asking himself.
If you can’t even save me, what are you saying about enlightening all beings?