"My favorite." Li Xingwan took a step forward, standing on the steps, looking down at some of the scenes below. Full of lofty aspirations.
"Thirty years of fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, cloud and moon, never take it lightly, white-haired youth, deeply lamentable!
Shame of Jingkang, yet to be avenged. The resentment of the subjects, when will it be extinguished! Driving the long cart, treading through the Helan Mountain pass..."
As Li Xingwan recited the last line, everyone turned their gaze towards her.
Because this was one of the most classic moments in Zheng Shaosu’s films. A scholar in white, with boundless enthusiasm but never able to apply it wisely. In pain, he composed such a poem.
Yet no one expected that Li Xingwan could make them empathize and recite with such feeling.
It shocked them to their core.
Including Zheng Shaosu and Bo Jinkun!
"You girl, you’ve even imitated my charm and actions clearly. You have a strong foundation in reciting lines. And you even embodied that fictional youth!"
Li Xingwan had been praised more than once before, including for her script-reciting skills.
This made everyone even more convinced that she was truly talented!
It was definitely not just a performance in the previous variety show.
Chen Ming wouldn’t have invited her otherwise!
Li Xingwan immediately turned back. "I’d also like to collaborate with you, Film Emperor Zheng."
"Haha!" Bo Jinkun couldn’t help but laugh. "He may not agree. After all, this old guy has been retired for so many years. He’s become a classic for a generation."
He was someone who would not step back into the limelight easily.
"No matter, maybe one day I will have that opportunity," Li Xingwan said undiscouraged, still seeking the chance. It made Zheng Shaosu take another look at her.
Now he was somewhat hesitant.
"Let’s go, let’s go inside. They’re waiting for us inside."
This little girl really knows how to charm people.
The more he watched, the more comfortable he felt.
"Okay." Li Xingwan followed them inside and grabbed a suitcase beside her. Most surprising was that Little White Bun also followed her in.
This attracted the attention of many.
Inside, La Sirong and the others were gathered together, each dressed in extravagant haute couture. They were the young idols, the classics.
In the entertainment industry, they held significant clout.
Even now, if they were to make a request, it was likely that even the program’s staff would dare not refute them.
In front of them was a long table, with cola bottles and some strings on it.
Presumably, they were about to play a game.
"We’ve brought the people in," Zheng Shaosu said after entering.
La Sirong and the others immediately looked over, their gaze landing on Li Xingwan.
She was wearing a stunning silver-white gown, remarkably beautiful. Standing there with grace and without a hint of stage fright.
And she was carrying her own suitcase.
Such presence was rare in the entertainment industry nowadays.
"Greetings, seniors. I am Li Xingwan," she introduced herself to everyone. "Just call me Xingwan."
"I heard you’ve been popular lately? The new top star?" La Sirong asked pointedly, "What’s your understanding of all this?"
"I hope one day to speak through my work, just like you do."
With that response, she seemed to reveal some of her ambition. Blatantly so, without any attempt to hide it.
La Sirong normally had little interest in these newcomers, and all that talk about top stars and fan base gimmicks.
But Li Xingwan’s remark made her take another look at her. "Then I hope you find success in the future."
"Thank you." Li Xingwan walked towards them.