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Chapter 136 A Perfect Mature Woman

Tian tide sat cross-legged on the wooden floor at the edge of the stage, holding a half-cup of chrysanthemum tea that had gone cold, her eyes fixed on Li Yunxiao, who was demonstrating the "lying fish" movement in the center of the stage.

Today, Li Yunxiao wore a tight-fitting purple short-sleeved top and a red and black horse-face skirt. The skirt spread out like an inverted flower when she slowly bent over.

Her hair was loosely clipped back with a brown hair clip, with a few strands falling messily around her ears amidst the neatness. As her body sank, those few strands of hair swayed gently.

When she completed the entire "lying fish" pose, her body lay quietly on the floor like a leaf blown away by the wind. From her fingertips to her toes, she exuded a delicate, boneless, and endlessly charming aura.

"Teacher Li, you have such a great figure!" Tian Xiwei exclaimed sincerely, her tone full of undisguised envy.

After a week of getting to know each other, Xiaotian realized that the person she admired most was Teacher Li.

Before this, she always thought she had the best figure among her group of friends.

She has a little hobby: she likes to take baths with other people.

This hobby is usually difficult to satisfy after living together, since not everyone can be completely open and honest with their friends.

However, Zhou Ye often went to public bathhouses with his grandmother when he was a child in his hometown in Sichuan and Chongqing, so he didn't feel awkward about bathing together at all; Liu Haochun is from Northeast China and grew up in public bathhouses, so he had no problem with it either.

Since the other two had readily agreed, Zhang Ruonan, as the eldest sister, couldn't bring herself to say she couldn't, for the sake of her reputation.

Tian Xiwei was originally very satisfied with her figure, but she met Li Yunxiao these past few days.

The worst thing is comparing goods and then finding that you can't compare them at all.

They didn't even need to shower together; just by watching her perform operatic movements through her clothes, you could see the lines sculpted by years of professional training.

It's very attractive to men.

Don't ask her how she knew.

These past few days, when Teacher Li was teaching them to sing opera, one day she wore a white shirt and glasses.

Old Li stood next to the monitor, forgetting to hold up his walkie-talkie, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

That bastard Wang Zian, he keeps sneaking peeks at me too.

For some reason, she felt uneasy every time she saw Wang Zi'an stealing glances at Teacher Li.

Honestly, who wouldn't look at a mature and sophisticated lady like that?!

Li Yunxiao, unaware of the turmoil in Tian Xiwei's heart, smiled and sat up from the ground.

She reached out and gently gathered the hem of her skirt, her movement natural and elegant, then stood up and straightened the folds of her horse-face skirt.

"Xiaotian, you need to be confident. You're so good-looking, you have a background in dance, and you're so energetic; these are all your assets."

Tian tide pouted slightly, rested her chin on her hands on her knees, and said in a muffled voice, "But I don't have the temperament you all have."

Li Yunxiao tucked the stray hairs that had fallen beside her ears behind her ear, walked to Xiaotian's side, bent down slightly, and reached out to support her shoulder.

Looking into Tian Xiwei's round, almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with genuine insecurity, her heart softened slightly.

This girl wears her heart on her sleeve; even her envy and jealousy are openly expressed, making her impossible to dislike.

"You can cultivate poise; I'll teach you."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Li Yunxiao spoke with certainty. She had been in drama school since she was a child and had seen too many junior girls who were timid and hesitant when they first entered, but who had all grown into graceful young women after a few years.

A refined demeanor will naturally come to you when you have the time and effort.

Tian Xiwei felt that she had regained her strength.

She lowered her hand from her chin, straightened her back, and nodded vigorously.

Li Yunxiao looked at the young girl in front of her, whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She's been having a great time on set these past few days, unlike what her mentor had warned her about before she came.

They said that film crews outside are chaotic and people are complicated, and told her to be careful.

She was initially cautious, but after only two days, she discovered that these young people were genuinely innocent and focused solely on making a good film. No one was up to any tricks or schemes.

Wang Zian was decisive on set but never yelled at anyone. The girls played around like sisters in private, and even the seemingly rough behind-the-scenes men, like Lao Li, were very polite to the actresses.

She turned her gaze to Wang Zi'an, who was performing on the stage, and her heart suddenly began to churn.

In the past few days, she has not only read the script for "Red Cliff", but also two other scripts that are waiting to be filmed.

Each notebook is meaningful, interesting, well-structured, and capable of delivering a powerful emotional punch at crucial moments.

She not only reviewed the script, but also looked through the short videos they had filmed before.

The photos and videos were so beautiful. Wang Zian's styling for these girls, from makeup to outfits, perfectly captured each girl's unique charm.

This guy is so talented.

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The central character of the play "Red Silk" is Liu Haochun.

Wang Zian was well aware of this, so he deliberately filmed several close-up shots of her to reinforce the audience's impression.

The longest performance was a one-minute non-stop theatrical performance, from turning around to singing, from orchid finger gestures to lying fish poses, from bending over backwards to kicking swallows, and even fan skills. Liu Haochun did all of it himself without using a stunt double.

The Kunqu opera singing in the entire play surprised even Li Yunxiao, who was standing aside giving guidance.

Although there is still a gap compared to professionals, to reach this level after only one week of training, this talent cannot be summarized by the word "hard work".

As filming progressed smoothly, Liu Haochun's mood became increasingly depressed, and he grew more and more silent.

Every night when he got home, he would either sit on the sofa with his script and memorize his lines, or listen to excerpts from "The Peach Blossom Fan" repeatedly with his headphones on, or knock on Wang Zi'an's door to rehearse with him.

Moreover, she had to rehearse scenes more and more often, sometimes even going over a scene that had already been filmed. It seemed that only by immersing herself back in the character's emotions could she finally fall asleep peacefully.

Everyone realized something was wrong.

Although she is usually quiet, she is occasionally amused by Tian Xiwei's jokes and will cover her mouth and laugh out loud. These days, even Xiao Tian's best efforts can only get her a faint pursed lips in return.

Zhou Ye asked Wang Chunzai privately, and Teacher Wang said that this is called getting into character. For a newcomer who has never acted before, to be able to get into such a profound role on her first try shows that she has talent.

But this also shows that she hasn't yet learned how to safely step out of a role.

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After suppressing his emotions for a week, Liu Haochun finally had his last scene.

The final scene is a dramatic confession between the two characters, and also a life-or-death struggle.

In the script, the brother and sister troupe members who depended on each other for survival during the war finally spoke all the words that had been weighing on their hearts on the eve of the burning of the theater.

There was no grand, dramatic confession; instead, knowing they were about to die, they entrusted each other to one another in an almost calm tone.

To prepare themselves emotionally, Wang Zian and Liu Haochun did not rehearse their lines backstage as usual.

The two stood side by side in the center of the stage, with an empty audience in front of them and vermilion pillars and a dark red curtain already set up with lights behind them.

In the audience, Lao Li was squatting in front of the monitor, confirming the lighting angle with Lao Yang. The prop master was in the corner checking the props and chairs that were about to be "burned." Everyone was lowering their voices and communicating in whispers.

Neither of them spoke. Wang Zian kept reciting the lines in his mind, going over the emotions associated with each line in his head.

Liu Haochun stood beside him, her head slightly tilted back. The light in her doe-like eyes was brighter than usual. It wasn't tears, but a gaze that had already entered a state of farewell.

She was wearing that bright red theatrical costume, her hair was half-loose, and she looked as thin as a feather that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

The low tension between the two formed an invisible wall, preventing even Zhou Ye and Tian Xiwei from approaching them.