Chen Anzhi was a director who could balance business and artistic pursuits, so in his movies, viewers could see thought-provoking instances of human nature as well as rich and exciting scenes.
It was the same for his new movie. The genre of the story was suspense, but it also discussed the mutation of people in modern society, and the plot and theme plemented each other.
“An Ran, whom you’re playing, is a woman who’s been forced into a corner by pressure. She’s willing to take risks and mit crimes. It looks like she’s heartless, but she still has a conscience,” Chen Anzhi said as he put the script on the coffee table. “This is a very plicated character. It’s a huge challenge for any actress.”
Ye Shengge was already attracted to the story. She took out her hand, and this time, the man didn’t stop her. He picked up the script and flipped to a certain page, mumbling.
“Can I try a portion?” She looked at Chen Anzhi.
Chen Anzhi nodded and said, “Of course.”
Ye Shengge smiled and immediately turned her attention to the script. She memorized some lines and closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she had a pletely different look in her eyes.
“He has to die,” Ye Shengge said. “Listen, now that things are at this stage, he has to die now.”
Her voice was low and emotionless. Her face was as cold as ice, and every expression on her face was forceful and impatient.
Chen Anzhi played along and said, “No, I can’t. That’s… murder!”
“You don’t have a choice.” She suddenly raised her voice, and her eyebrows twitched as she smiled. “Only the dead can keep secrets! We’ll all be doomed otherwise!”
Her tone became more intense, but she was hiding the fear of being on the verge of despair. She seemed aggressive, but in reality, she was like a drowning person, calling for help as if she couldn’t wait for someone to stop her.
Chen Anzhi continued, “No… Do it yourself if you must!”
Ye Shengge looked at him and shivered.
The salvation she had been waiting for had never appeared, so she had to take this step in the end.
“Alright, I’ll do it.” She opened her eyes and said. Her smile was like a mask on her face, as if she had finally killed herself.
…
Ji Shiting was sitting beside her, staring at her as if he didn’t want to miss any of her expressions.
This was the first time he had seen Ye Shengge in character.
He had never expected that this woman, who usually seemed heartless and didn’t care about anything, would show such amazing charm during a performance. That charm had nothing to do with her character, but it was related to the huge contrast she showed. At this moment, she seemed to have abandoned herself and pletely immersed herself in the role, forming a huge whirlpool that made the audience follow her into the show and feel her emotions.
Ji Shiting’s pupils contracted, and his eyes were burning.
It had only been a minute, and Chen Anzhi saw what he wanted to see.
“That’s enough.” He smiled.
Ye Shengge blinked blankly and took a while to recover her senses.
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