Chapter 67 Who is it?
The four girls, like chickens caught in a rage, rushed into the dim tunnel in a panic.

What they think is...

"If we discover Zhang Yuan's special hobby, he will kill us."

Zhang Yuan also quickly followed into the tunnel, thinking...

"I promised Shi Xiaolong that no one would know that I was secretly learning Shaolin Kung Fu. If this matter were to be leaked, it would be fine for me, but it would bring trouble to Shi Xiaolong, a young boy."

"We must catch the peeper and make sure he doesn't talk nonsense."

In this way, the five people rushed into the tunnel and fled accompanied by the occasional glimmer of light.

After all, Zhang Yuan is a man, and he has martial arts skills, so his speed is much faster than the girls!

In less than two minutes, he caught up with one of them.

Listening to the footsteps, Zhang Yuan felt that the other party was very close to him, no more than five steps away, so he stretched out his hands and pounced on him.

He grabbed the man from behind and exerted force with both hands, but suddenly felt his palms sinking into two soft masses.

He reached out his hand and felt around in confusion.

how to say.

The woman he caught had a curvy figure and was quite attractive.

"what!"

A scream broke the silence, and it kept reflecting in the narrow space of the tunnel, making Zhang Yuan's ears buzz.

"Who is using the Lion's Roar Technique..."

As soon as he retracted his hand, the opponent disappeared like a loach.

The lighting in the tunnel was very poor, and he didn't know who he had just touched.

But then he thought about it.

This place is quite secluded. No one would hang out here in the dark late at night. Most people come here to follow me.

And the person who followed me so late at night for no reason was a woman, so there was no way she could escape from those people.

The next day, at lunch, several young leading actors were there.

"It seems like everyone didn't sleep well last night?" Zhang Yuan mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally.

All four women had dark circles under their eyes.

Su Youpeng raised his eyes and snorted, and I said I wouldn’t get involved.

"Zhang Yuan, no matter what you did, I won't blame you." Gao Yuanyuan suddenly turned around and stared at him with a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

Oh, it's you.

This straightforward person can't hold back her words. I originally thought I would have to lie to her, but I didn't expect her to just hang up directly.

You can’t tell from the loose clothes she wears, but she has such a great figure.

Zhang Yuan adjusted his mood and spoke again: "Recently I go to the back mountain every day. The air there is fresh and suitable for cultivation."

Chen Zihan nodded. Yes, dual cultivation is also a form of cultivation.

I have heard of men and women practicing together, like Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, but I have never seen men practicing together.

It has to be said that information was not well developed in those days, and they had never seen such "philosophical weirdos" as "Billy" and "VAN".

"Yesterday when I was practicing stick techniques in the back hills, I discovered someone was stealing my skills."

"Who it is, God knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, we all know."

"There is only one thing. Please do not disclose this matter, because the person who taught me martial arts has many enemies and I am afraid of retaliation."

Zhang Yuan bowed and said, "Thank you very much."

"Are you really practicing martial arts?" Gao Yuanyuan's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course, what else can I do?"

"We thought you..." Gao Yuanyuan was about to say something when Lin Jing and Chen Zihan covered her mouth together.

"That's great."

Yuanyuan immediately became in a good mood and ate two more bowls of rice.

A few days later, after several months of filming, Zhang Yuan's role in the crew finally came to an end.

This was his last scene in the filming of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

What a coincidence, this scene was exactly the one Zhang Yuan performed during the audition.

"Haha, wait until the rice is cooked."

"When the matter is done, the fruit will fall when it is ripe."

"You wouldn't have killed your husband, or even the father of your child..."

Zhang Yuan had a smile on his face, and in that smile there was a hint of complacency, and a hint of the ambition of a villain who had finally succeeded after going through so much hardship.

There is also a hint of disgust, which comes from the debauchery of the lecher.

Just like a few months ago, Zhang Yuan was dressed in white, looking like a handsome young talent.

The paper fan in her hand waved gently, which was extremely elegant.

If those present had not known in advance that Song Qingshu was a villain in this plot, they would have really thought that this Jade-faced Mengchang was such an elegant and refined figure.

"Cut, it's over. The camera crew should change the angle and do it again." Because it was the last scene, both directors Lai Shuiqing and Yang Tao were present.

After watching Zhang Yuan's performance in front of the camera, the two looked at each other tacitly.

"This kid has improved again!"

Both of them were present at the audition, and it was their first time watching Zhang Yuan's performance live.

At that time, their evaluation of him was...

He is considered to be the best among his peers.

After all, Zhang Yuan is only 20 years old after the Chinese New Year. Most actors of this age are either working outside the Beijing Film Studio or taking classes in several famous universities.

Either the theory is lacking or the practice is insufficient.

Zhang Yuan is different. Although his performance reveals a hint of immaturity, he can clearly express every stroke that needs to be expressed.

Yang Tao thought of Zhang Yuan's regular script.

"The handwriting really reflects the person. The previous performance was quite neat."

“And now there is a little more calmness in his performance.”

"That's right." Lai Shuiqing was also very curious.

In the past few months, Zhang Yuan has indeed been making progress, but the direction of his progress has always been in increasing performance details and enriching the character's emotions.

But in the past few days' scenes, especially this one, his emotions were obviously much more restrained than before.

"Look at his expression and movements, the amplitude is smaller than before."

"Indeed, it's a lot more natural. It's obviously a process of subtraction."

Others may not understand, but the comparison between the two makes it particularly obvious.

"He is trying to fade away. Although he has just started, this is a step that many actors may not take until they are 30 years old."

"Zhang Yuan's pace is too fast!"

Not far away, Mr. Yu Wenzhong was dressed in his theatrical costume, waiting to film Zhang Zhenren's scene.

Zhang Guoli, Xu Jingjiang and other younger generations all stood respectfully behind the old man.

The old man was dressed like a hermit at this time. He had a kind face and stroked his beard lightly, chuckling softly.

"Not bad, not bad, you learn really fast."

The old man is not only an actor, but also a teacher. Not everyone can be a professor at the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy.

As educators of the older generation, what I hate most are "smart people" who take shortcuts, do not delve into their profession, and have a lot of crooked ideas in their heads.

What I like most are young people who respect their teachers, accept advice readily, and can respond and adjust quickly after being advised.

He saw some of the old actor's youthful qualities in Zhang Yuan.

"Mr. Yu, have you taught him?" Zhang Guoli asked in surprise after hearing the old man's words.

"It's just a casual chat. Whatever insights he gained, he figured them out himself." Although the old man was a teacher, he was not a good teacher. He shook his sleeves and concealed his achievements.

Zhang Guoli smiled and said nothing.

He thought about it and realized that there were many people in the crew who had given guidance to Zhang Yuan, but why didn't others have this opportunity?

What's more, even I can get along well with him. Even though we are several dozen years apart in age, we often recite lines together.

He is not that close to other young actors.

"This kid has some tricks, but he's not annoying."

"Moreover, he has dabbled in acting, calligraphy, painting, and crosstalk, and they are all pretty good..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Guoli suddenly discovered that Zhang Yuan was very similar to himself when he was young.

He also performed crosstalk and calligraphy, and I felt closer to him immediately.

"He's obviously the same age as my kid, but he's much more competitive."

Whenever Zhang Guoli thought of his son, he got a headache and thought that if Zhang Yuan was his son, he would have less worries.

"Card!"

After the last shot was finished, Yang Tao called for a stop, then stood up and applauded.

"Congratulations to Zhang Yuan for finishing the film!"

Everyone rushed forward, except for the actors who had left the crew early, most of the other leading and supporting actors came forward to congratulate them.

"Zhang Yuan, you've worked hard."

"Smooth completion, best wishes."

"Please keep in touch in the future."

This lively scene was something that no other actor had experienced before.

"Let's have dinner together tonight. Don't leave until you're drunk."

"Okay!" Yang Tao and Lai Shuiqing agreed immediately.

"It's included in the crew's public relations fee."

Zhang Yuan: You two old guys don’t bleed at all.

(End of this chapter)