58: Chapter 59: Substitute (4) 58: Chapter 59: Substitute (4) Making porridge now would definitely be too late, and the house was not stocked with century eggs or chicken wings.
Fortuitously, there was a Hehe Valley near the school, selling various Chinese-style lunches, which happened to include century egg and lean pork congee and chicken wings.
By the time she sprinted there with the speed of a hundred-meter dash, waited in line to purchase, and then ran back, it was already an hour later.
Yu Zexiao sat in his spot, surrounded by vast patches of grass.
At the edge of the lawn were flowers placed by the school’s sanitation department, blooming furiously in the sunlight.
With his back to the light, his entire figure was silhouetted, and his extraordinarily handsome face looked down at the script with a slight frown that made him resemble a furry, adorable little animal, soft and bewildered.
Even amidst the disorder of the film set, he seemed to naturally possess a distinct aura that drew eyes to him from the crowd at first glance.
Like a spoiled, self-absorbed prince who knew nothing of the world’s hardships.
Next to him, Director Li was holding a script, mentoring him hand by hand into the role.
“Take this scene, for instance, when the male lead is giving a speech on stage, and under everyone’s watchful eyes, the female lead suddenly bursts out and accuses him, there should be not only the pride exuding from his bones but also surprise, confusion, and even a bizarre feeling that he himself doesn’t understand—why is this girl so persistent, so resilient?
You’ve managed to portray the pride and surprise just now, but that admiration, shaken by her actions, I didn’t see it.
Bear in mind, the male lead has had a too smooth-sailing life, always surrounded by people who flatter him.
It’s rare for him to encounter a woman who disagrees with him so strongly, which is why he takes it to heart.”
Shaken by an argument with a woman who opposes him?
Yu Zexiao genuinely thought the male protagonist of this drama had a problematic mindset.
“Later, when he’s accidentally pushed onto Jiang Xuanqi, embracing her, and then, kisses her.
Because the male lead has never had a girlfriend before, he feels only novelty, finds it amusing—”
Yu Zexiao frowned; he never found anything novel or amusing about being with those brainless women.
The director noticed his frown and thought he was still deeply contemplating.
He began to coax gently:
“You should portray that feeling of your heart skipping a beat.
Yes, just like your own first love.”
At that, Yu Zexiao’s frown deepened even more.
“First love?” He had never been in love before!
“Yes,” Director Li urged, “think back, like that year you met that girl, as if in that moment, all the flowers in the world bloomed at once.”
Memories seemed to churn slowly; he frowned as if exploring in his recollections.
At the age of eighteen, in Vienna’s magnificent Golden Hall, that girl with hair flowing over her shoulders, dressed in an aqua blue long dress, with her back towards him.
The beautiful melody flowed from her fingertips, like a breeze over the fields in early spring, lifting a hint of the fresh, moist scent of grass.
Not until the music stopped did she turn her face slightly toward him with a fleeting, startled glance—
Like a beam of light.
The bell chimed just then.
Sober, dignified bell tolls as if ringing the gates of heaven.
All the flowers in the world bloomed simultaneously, all the fireworks in the world burst forth, and all the breaths in the world stopped at once.