"call!"

Chen Zhixing sat up suddenly and waited for a long time before he became familiar with the surrounding scene.

The soft bed, the empty room, and at this moment, he felt an emotion called escaping from death.

I feel like crying a little bit.

After all, he stayed in this dream for more than a month, and every second of this month was spent in Feng Yuanzheng's murderous eyes.

More than a month!

Chen Zhixing's face dropped, and he quickly grabbed his phone to check the time.

July 31, 2014, only one night passed?

He heaved a sigh of relief again, feeling that Teacher Feng was also a scheming man and had been deceived by him.

"Next time we meet, I must give him a good beating!"

Chen Zhixing secretly made up his mind.

...

"Because the time flow rate in dreams is different from reality. Dreams are produced by active cerebral cortex. There is a term in Buddhism called Yi Nian, which refers to a very short time. For example, it takes you more than ten seconds to run 100 meters, but imagine yourself running

It doesn’t even take a second to cross 100 meters.”

"oh!!!"

Chen Zhixing suddenly realized that he gave Wubai a thumbs up. This old bastard was quite knowledgeable.

"It's not a big deal, I only know a little bit." Wubai tried hard to hide the joy on his face, but his eyebrows were full of showoff. "It's okay, it's just a dream, it's all fake, don't take it to heart."

What he said was unintentional on the part of the speaker, but intentional on the part of the listener.

Chen Zhixing suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

This is just a dream...

Is it possible that my more than one month of study was just an illusion?

Dreams are so subjective that many times you don’t even know whether you are dreaming or not.

Chen Zhixing had this unreal feeling at this moment, and he suddenly suspected that the dream last night was just a dream he had in a hurry.

The experience of more than a month seems to have only brought about changes in self-confidence, and my acting skills have not changed at all.

After all, the dream thing is just his wishful thinking. He can be reborn, can "watch" the movies he watched in his previous life, and now he can be personally guided by an acting master?

Why did all the good things happen to him? If he was so lucky, he wouldn't have been silent for seven years.

In disappointment, even the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

"You didn't smoke half of it, what a waste..."

"You two, stop smoking, we're going to start work soon."

Wang Wei appeared like a ghost, and the scene he saw made him freeze in place.

Wu Baizheng picked up the half-cut cigarette butt that Chen Zhixing had dropped on the ground and started sucking it happily.

"Did I come at the wrong time?"

Wubai's eyes lit up, "No, you came at just the right time..."

These words rang in Wang Wei's ears, which was tantamount to applying for fencing.

"Forget it, you go ahead and don't delay your work."

After that, he slipped away as if running away.

Wubai was still wondering, "This grandson has changed his gender? He has given up smoking to become a director."

...

"You're in a bit of a bad state."

Liang Yuan was attentive and saw at a glance that Chen Zhixing's expression was not very good-looking.

From great sadness to great joy and then to great sadness, Chen Zhixing's expression could make him cook a dish.

"I'm fine."

Chen Zhixing forced a smile.

"Don't hold it back if something happens. It might be easier to talk about it and share it."

Liang Yuan is still heart-warming, she is worthy of being a close friend of Guan Bao, unlike those rough guys who are all sarcastic and sarcastic.

"I can relax a little if you tell me."

Chen Zhixing really didn't expect that his weight in Liang Yuan's heart would be so important, and that his preferences could even affect Liang Yuan's state.

"I was nervous at first, but with you I'm not nervous anymore."

Just when Chen Zhixing was so moved that he was about to cry, Liang Yuan changed the subject.

"My acting skills are not good and I don't have much confidence, but when I think about the protagonist's acting skills being a problem, I feel confident."

Thank you very much.

Chen Zhixing turned away and left. After all, he paid by mistake.

"Get ready, one shot at a time, A!"

Chen Zhixing took a deep breath and suppressed his worries first.

"Wait a minute, put some makeup on his face, the tip of his nose."

Chen Zhixing finally adjusted his condition, but was distracted by a word from Wang Wei behind the monitor.

By the time he hit the board again, his mind had gone blank, and the emotions that had just emerged from his efforts had disappeared.

Suddenly, he seemed to be in that dream again.

At the same time, what emerged was not the familiarity of more than a month, but a sense of incompatibility.

Everything around him seemed like a cramped cage, constantly squeezing towards him, leaving him unable to breathe.

"It's very good. This feeling of confusion is quite right."

Hearing these words, Chen Zhixing suddenly woke up.

As if electricity was spinning in my mind, what emerged was a lesson from Feng Yuanzheng in my dream.

"When the camera is pointed at you, simple movements will be distorted; when hundreds of pairs of eyes of the crew are looking at you, your brain will be filled with all kinds of emotions, and you can't find the state.

When you think about your scene on a big hard screen, with thousands of viewers watching you, you will restrain yourself all the time not to make mistakes. As everyone knows, restraint is the biggest mistake."

"Then what should I do?"

"You haven't stood in front of people in seven years. Even if you beat 1,180 people to enter the entertainment industry, you are just a backup and have no chance to play. When you stand in front of the stage again, won't you feel the joy that suddenly comes from a lifetime ago?"

"You were framed, and you were finally able to step into the sunshine for a short time. Wouldn't you feel that relief and confusion?"

"Public opinion will crush you, and you are afraid of being criticized harshly again. Don't you know that kind of caution and fear?"

...

"You are Guan Hongyu."

At the same time, all the experiences of that month were surging in my mind, gradually becoming clear from blur. Every movement, every expression, every look.

He recalled that every performance he performed was getting closer to perfection.

At this moment, he had put aside all worries.

A car door isolated Chen Zhixing from another world.

The small space of the taxi was actually more spacious than the 100-square-meter room of my brother Guan Hongfeng.

Looking at the street scene, his eyes showed longing.

Zooming in further, he thought of the seven years of pain he had endured. This feeling of seeing the light of day again was unfamiliar to him.

That time and that moment, exactly this moment.

Emotions can mobilize a person's aura. As soon as he recalled something, turbulent emotions rushed over him in an instant.

Without his subconscious actions, his body started to perform involuntarily.

He did not have any unnecessary expression, but there seemed to be light in his eyes, bringing everyone present into sad emotions.

After a month of training, his eyes seemed to be able to speak.

This can no longer be called a performance, but a complete expression of true feelings.

He is acting Guan Hongyu, but he is also acting himself.

So every movement is so natural.

Every breath is so perfect.

He has gone beyond the original performance standards, and his performance this time was even better than the one he was recognized in the dream.
To be continued...