Chapter 125 - New Generation Always Replaces the Old Generation
The woman playing Madam Cai was crowned the best actress in a leading role during the film festival in Shen City: Sun Qiluo. They met each other once last time.
Both of them were nominated as best actress in a leading role when Yun Xiangxiang took part in the film festival with her film: “Caring Love.” But Sun Qiluo got the award in the end however.
Both of them miraculously bumped into each other again in the same team two years later. This could be fate.
“Sister Qiluo,” Yun Xiangxiang greeted her first.
“You’re prettier than you were two years ago,” Sun Qiluo praised. “I was already thinking that you could play as Madam Xi when we were shooting.
Sun Qiluo had a scene together with the previous actresses. It landed her a scolding from Xiong Ao thanks to them. She was already thinking of getting someone who knew how to play as Madam Xi to save her.
It wasn’t because the previous actresses didn’t know how to act. They just didn’t manage to display the quality that Wu Zhao and Xiong Ao wanted. The two famous nitpickers in the industry wouldn’t argue at all if they were collaborating.
However, the actors under them would have to take in double the scolding.
Sun Qiluo thought about how she referred to herself as ‘concubine’ when she talked with Hou Cang and lamented, “Quoting Ruo Feiqun during the award ceremony back then, I have the fear of dying on the beach soon.”
“How much research did the madam do for this film?” He Xingzhou asked feebly.
“I roughly went through the part of ‘Book of Rites,”Spring and Autumn Annals,”The Zuo Tradition,’ and ‘The Analects of Confucius’ that recorded something about our film. I then flipped some pages of ‘Classic of Poetry[2],’ Yun Xiangxiang answered honestly.
“Look at her, look at her,” Xiong Ao immediately pointed at everyone else. “Learn a bit from her.”
“This concubine cannot do it, Big Bro Screenwriter [3],” Sun Qiluo sobbed.
“Ancient poems work better as lullabies than actual lullabies for me. It’s already a miracle that I can memorize the lines of the film,” He Xingzhou protested too.
Hou Cang was even cuter, “Old Man Xiong. I want to do it, but I just can’t. If you want me who only graduated from junior high to read through the essence of Chinese culture, I think that I might have to go through ten dictionaries before I can recognize all the words in them.”