Too Deep into Character

Song Ci said, “Alright. I’ll reward you for the final exam when I come back.”

“Okay.” Lu Suo hung up the phone and said to Song Yujin, “Mom said we’ll be able to see her after the exam.”

“Oh,” Song Yujin replied faintly.

“Mom also asked you to kiss me for her,” Lu Suo said on purpose.

Song Yujin did not believe him. He turned around to read his book and pretended not to hear him.

Lu Suo rested his chin on his arm. “Or I can kiss you on her behalf.”

Song Yujin did not even raise his head. “Or you can kiss your uncle for her.”

Lu Suo was dumbfounded. Why did he not think of that? Next time, he could kiss Song Ci and say Lu Gan had asked him to kiss her on his behalf. That way, his aunt would definitely be very happy. At that thought, Lu Suo turned to look at Song Yujin. He did not expect his brother to be so smart in this aspect.

On Song Ci’s end, they had waited for the first snow of the winter.

Qian Wu was overjoyed and immediately moved to another location, waiting to film the last scene of Chen Guihua. This scene was also the ending of the movie.

In the evening, the young people in Chen Guihua’s village laughed and talked about their marriage before going out to see everyone off. When the door opened, she realized a thick layer of snow outside.

They stepped on the snow and walked out of her yard with Chen Guihua following behind them. She stopped in front of her house, bid them goodbye, and watched as they walked away in the night.

Chen Guihua turned her head indifferently, only to find muddy footprints on the white snow. She looked at the snow that was no longer white and was stunned for a long time. She raised her foot, stepped on the footprints, and returned home.

Winter had arrived, and the trees had withered and died. No longer were there bright flowers in the courtyard nor a trace of green. Even the pure white snow had been trampled on.

Chen Guihua recalled when the courtyard was once filled with bright flowers and vitality. Now, all that was left was defeat. She remembered that vibrant summer when she sat alone in the courtyard and smoked all night. The fireworks had gone out, and her heart was repeatedly pulled.

That day, she wanted to die in the bright and brilliant summer. Perhaps she did die that summer. Chen Guihua looked at the corner of the wall. The bare and leafless tree could not even hold the snow. It had nothing. She took out the cigarettes she had prepared for her wedding. Just like that night, she slowly lit them and smoked. She stood there motionless as if she could not feel anything.

The snow fell slowly, settling on her body, on her cigarette. From a distance, she looked like a snowman, fake and unconcerned. She smoked her last cigarette. As the cigarette went out, her story ended.

Song Ci had also finished filming.

Yang Haoran hurriedly stepped forward to help brush off the snow on her body. He put a coat on her and even got her a hot water bottle to keep warm.

Song Ci was a little dazed. She was still immersed in the scene and had yet to come out of it. She vaguely felt that Chen Guihua seemed to have died again. Or rather, the Chen Guihua in her heart had really died that summer.

Yang Haoran brought Song Ci to the van and poured her a glass of hot water to warm her up.

Song Ci was warmed by the heater in the car. She held her cup of water and was silent for a long time before she finally recovered.

This was not the first time she had encountered such a situation. There had been a few times when she was filming this movie when this had happened. Qian Wu was the first to discover it and was so frightened that he kept telling her jokes and asking everyone to chat with her. He was afraid Song Ci would not be able to differentiate between reality and the movie.

Later, he said to Song Ci, “You’re more sensitive than I thought. I didn’t expect you to get so immersed in your character. Song Ci, be more careful when you take on roles in the future. Don’t take on such roles anymore, or you might not be able to get over it. You’re not in a good state to act in such scenes anymore.”

Qian Wu knew very well that some people were so engrossed in their roles that they could not differentiate reality from fantasy. They would often be deeply immersed in the act and walked out. Some even needed a psychiatrist. While he did like movies, he simply liked that movies could tell stories and convey feelings. He did not want his favorite movie to ruin other people’s lives. Especially for someone like Song Ci, who had a bright future ahead of her, she could not stop here.

Song Ci had not expected Qian Wu to say this. Although she did occasionally feel that she seemed closer to Chen Guihua, she was fine. She just wanted to act well in this movie. Every time she got closer to Chen Guihua, she would be happier and more confident about winning an award. She was serious about acting, especially in this one. She was really afraid that she would hold Qian Wu back.