Mingwei had no choice but to give up. The three of them went to the airport and set off at around 8 o'clock. They arrived in the capital just in time for lunch. After lunch, they went to report to T University. Mingqiang asked the counselor about the ratio of males to females in his daughter's class. The male counselor looked at Mingwei and her sister and smiled: "There are a total of seven girls in this college, and there is only one Mingqiao in Class 3. Some classes are all boys."
Mingqiang's face turned dark. For the first time, he regretted supporting his daughter's car learning. What should he do if his daughter was bullied by so many vicious people surrounding her
Mingqiao doesn't care. She is here to study, and it has nothing to do with her whether her classmates are male or female.
Mingwei told herself that she would come over to see her sister when she had time.
After putting the things in the dormitory, Mingqiang took his two daughters to pick up the car. Last year, Mingwei graduated and Mingqiang wanted to give his daughter a car as a graduation gift. Mingwei refused because she thought it was convenient to take a taxi. Now that she is an actor, she needs more private space, so Mingwei happily accepted her father's intention and chose a white Cayenne.
"Qiaoqiao, don't worry. When you graduate, Dad will give you one too." Mingqiang treats everyone equally.
Mingqiao was not in a hurry at all.
After seeing her father off and sending her sister back to school, Mingwei drove back to the apartment.
Lin Nuan went on a trip abroad, and she had the apartment to herself. Ming Wei took a bath and leaned against the bed to read the script of the Republican drama "South City".
This was the first drama chosen by Shen Su for her.
In today's film and television industry, an actor may not need solid acting skills to become famous, but good luck is definitely indispensable. Ming Wei is one of those people with great luck. Because she is a close friend of Lin Nuan, she was recommended to a big production by the boss of Dongying Film Studio because of Lin Nuan. But she was able to successfully sign with Shen Su's agency, which was the result of her hard work in improving her acting skills.
Mingwei is very grateful to the crew of "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty".
If her original intention of joining the crew was to make extra money, then after meeting a group of dedicated actors and witnessing and participating in the production process of a TV series, Mingwei really fell in love with the profession of acting. Mingwei also felt that acting and being a translator had one thing in common that fundamentally attracted her: richness and variety.
Being a translator requires Mingwei to be exposed to all walks of life. One day she may be working with an advertising company, and the next day she may be working as a translator for a pharmaceutical factory manager. This requires Mingwei to constantly learn about new industry backgrounds and expand her knowledge. Acting is more interesting than translating. It requires Mingwei to put herself in a completely new role and live another wonderful life in just a few months.
Whatever Mingwei is interested in, she will strive for perfection and set high standards for herself to do her best.
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"South City" started filming in Shanghai in mid-October, and Mingwei only had one and a half months to prepare. In the script, the heroine is a rich girl who later fell into prostitution and sold her art instead of her body. Because Mingwei can play the guzheng, the crew temporarily changed the plot and replaced the heroine's guzheng with a guzheng. In this way, Mingwei only needed to train in Republican social dancing, gun fighting and some etiquette.
At the end of September, Ming Wei received a notice from the crew of "The Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty" asking her to go to the recording studio to dub.
The main actors of "Da Ming" all have strong lines. Ming Wei is the only layman, but she has a good voice and speaks the lines with taste, so no dubbing was arranged. Director Zhang used live sound recording during filming, and the noise would be filtered out in the later stage. However, the noise was too loud and too mixed during the filming of some scenes, which was difficult to filter out in the later stage, so re-dubbing was required.
According to the production manager, Mingwei's dubbing can be completed today.
Mingwei set the alarm for 6 o'clock, and after getting up, she practiced yoga for an hour, had a simple breakfast, and went out around 8 o'clock. The door was locked, but she remembered the weather forecast, so she opened the door again and took an umbrella. There were traffic restrictions today, so she called a Didi and arrived at the recording studio fifteen minutes early.
After opening the car door, a drop of rain fell on her face. While the rain was not heavy, Mingwei ran quickly to the entrance of the building, overtaking two people holding umbrellas on the way. Mingwei didn't pay attention and ran into the building to take a few breaths, then walked slowly towards the elevator. It was working hours, and the elevator was busy. Just after one person went up, there were five or six people waiting below.
Mingwei stood on the outskirts of the crowd, looking down at her phone.
"Ah, you are Mu Tingzhou, right?"
Suddenly, she heard an excited voice of a young woman. Mingwei's heart moved. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mu Tingzhou at a glance.
A man nearly 1.9 meters tall stood on the other side of several office workers, standing out from the crowd. He wore a ball cap and sunglasses that covered most of his face, revealing only his thin lips, exuding a sense of loneliness and coldness. When Ming Wei looked over, Mu Tingzhou nodded slightly, acknowledging his identity.
The young female fan excitedly took out a notebook from her bag and asked the actor to sign it, and others followed suit.
But Mutinju only signed three.
He was a man of few words. The first female fan who recognized him took the initiative to explain for him. The onlookers expressed their regrets. Then, as the elevator came down, they enthusiastically invited Mu Tingzhou to get in first and considerately left a large private space for Mu Tingzhou. As a result, the elevator that could accommodate more than a dozen people only had room for six or seven people, excluding Mu Tingzhou.
Mingwei touched her forehead and chose to take the next one.
The elevator door slowly closed and left.
Mingwei stood facing outside the hall. In just a few minutes, the rain got heavier, pouring down heavily. The autumn wind and rain were a little bit bleak.
They say that you see what kind of scenery you are in. Well, Mingwei was indeed a little disappointed.
During the months of cooperation, Mingwei initially disliked Mu Tingzhou, but Mu Tingzhou's acting skills were there, and Mingwei admired him from the bottom of her heart. Once she admired someone, she would subconsciously tolerate his shortcomings. The two worked well together, but they didn't communicate much. Mingwei didn't expect the actor to be willing to be friends with her, but the night before they parted, Mu Tingzhou took the initiative to ask about her career and gave her some advice on how to choose a script, and Mingwei felt that they should have a kind of comradeship.
But just now, Mu Tingzhou didn't even look at her.
Didn't recognize her? Impossible, since we've been together for four months. Did she recognize her but not interested in saying hello, or didn't want to recognize her in public
Mingwei believes the latter more, but this also shows from another perspective that she and Mu Tingzhou are not on the same level.
How can they talk about friendship when their status is so different? It is right for Mu Tingzhou to avoid her, and she should forget about their cooperation, so as not to be too enthusiastic and be misunderstood by the actor or the public as wanting to pay for him.
When Mingwei arrived at the recording studio, Mu Tingzhou had already taken off his sunglasses and hat, and was lowering his head to listen to the staff. His profile looked indifferent and focused.
"Mingwei is here. Did you get wet?" the recording director greeted her with a smile.
Ming Wei smiled and shook her head. Seeing that Mu Tingzhou didn't look at her, she focused on talking to the recording director.
Coincidentally, the male and female lead actors were both there, but their dubbing had no overlap. Mingwei recorded her own voice, and she couldn't hear what Mu Tingzhou was doing, nor was she curious. Chen Zhang was out of town, so the recording director arranged for an assistant to act with Mingwei to help her get a feel for the scene. Mingwei performed well, and after recording for a while, she took a break.
"Mr. Mu is recording next door. Do you want to go and take a look?" the assistant invited Mingwei.
Ming Wei shook her head and declined: "I'll reply to a few WeChat messages."
The assistant went on his own.
Mingwei checked WeChat, played around with Weibo, and recorded audio, and her work was completed successfully.
After leaving the recording studio, at about 4pm, Mingwei walked into the elevator with her phone, ready to call a taxi when she got downstairs. But after she pressed the floor button and looked up, she saw Mu Tingzhou walking towards her slowly, about ten meters away from the elevator. Mingwei hesitated, but since they had met, she still blocked the elevator door and waited for him.
"Mr. Mu, long time no see." She greeted politely.
Mu Tingzhou looked at her, nodded, and stepped in.
There were only the two of them in the elevator, and the atmosphere was almost frozen. Ming Wei didn't want to appear too affectionate, but she also didn't want to be too naive, so she tried to find a topic naturally: "I saw you when I was waiting for the elevator this morning. You were busy signing autographs, so I didn't bother you."
Mu Tingzhou hummed lightly, his eyes looking at the elevator, his mind was on the first time he saw her this morning, she ran past him in jeans, her bangs were blown by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead, and her fair face flashed by. In front of the elevator door, she lowered her head to play with her phone, and when he signed, he noticed from the corner of his eye that she was looking at him, and before he could tilt his head, she shrank her neck and turned away.
The elevator quickly descended to the fourth floor, and the door opened. It was raining heavily outside the building.
Mingwei prepared to call a taxi.
"Are you going to Jingshan Apartment?" Mu Tingzhou had good eyesight and saw her destination.
Mingwei looked up in surprise and saw the man staring at her phone. She said instinctively, "Yes, yes."
"Take my car, it's on our way." Mu Tingzhou looked straight ahead with a cold face.
Ming Wei couldn't tell whether he was being polite or sincere. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "Forget it. If someone sees this, it will spread around."
"It's up to you." Mu Tingzhou said coldly, put on sunglasses, opened an umbrella, and stepped into the rain without any reluctance.
Mingwei stood inside the building and waited for about five minutes. Then the Didi driver came. She ran over with an umbrella and got in the car.
The rain was so heavy that Mingwei was busy packing up her umbrella and didn't notice a black Porsche parked on the roadside not far away.
The Didi driver drove away, and the Porsche stayed where it was. Mu Tingzhou didn't start driving until Mingwei's car disappeared in the sea of cars. Rain kept hitting the car window, and the wipers moved back and forth regularly. Mu Tingzhou held the steering wheel with one hand and rested his chin with the other, looking at the road ahead with his deep black eyes without focus.
"Mu Yun, I can't do it anymore. Minghua and the prince are still young. Please take good care of them for me..."
"I accept your order."
The previous emperor died, leaving him with a fifteen-year-old princess and an eight-year-old emperor.
The little emperor was sensible and obedient, while the princess was naughty and naughty. On rainy days, she clamored to go boating on the lake: "Master, good Master, for once..."
She pulled his sleeve, pouted and acted like a spoiled child, her moist eyes looking at him in a dependent and flattering way, he couldn't refuse. The maid held an umbrella, but she refused, and ran under his umbrella with her skirt lifted, saying in surprise that he was so tall. He immediately lowered the umbrella, covering most of her head, she noticed it, looked around, and then looked at him.
He had already avoided her sight, but still saw her secretly smiling, a smile so sweet and contented.
The raindrops continued to hit his shoulders but could not touch his heart. She smiled from half an arm's length away, but it broke his thirty years of practice.
“Tongtong!”
A shrill woman's scream pierced through the rain. Mu Tingzhou suddenly came to his senses and saw the little boy standing blankly in the middle of the road. His hands acted before his brain. With a sharp turn, the black Porsche was like a lightning that suddenly changed its route and headed straight for a sycamore tree on the side of the road. With a "bang", it hit it head-on!
Princess Minghua was in love with the Imperial Tutor, and rumors started to spread inside and outside the palace. The former Prime Minister, Lord Guo, who had resigned and was living in retirement, heard about it and was worried that his disciple's reputation would be damaged, so he invited him to his home to talk. The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and sat upright. Facing the dignified and courteous Imperial Tutor, he got straight to the point: "How old is the princess?"
The Grand Tutor's eyelids moved slightly, and he said calmly, "Seventeen." The late emperor had passed away two years ago.
"And you?"
"Disciple thirty-seven."
Mr. Guo: "Do you think you are suitable?"
The Grand Master raised his eyes, looked at his teacher and said, "I have never had such a thought."
"No is the best." Lord Guo's voice suddenly became sharp, and he glared at his disciple in admonition: "Before the late emperor died, he entrusted the emperor and the princess to you. It was the late emperor's trust in you. The princess is young and ignorant, and it is easy to be deceived by your appearance, but as a teacher and a subject, you should abide by the rules and not cross the line even a step."
The Grand Tutor listened respectfully.
Lord Guo added, "In this dynasty, all consorts are selected from commoners or low-ranking officials. The late emperor treated the princess like a jewel and made an exception to allow the princess to freely choose a consort, regardless of official position. But don't forget that Taizu set that rule to prevent powerful officials from using the status of royal relatives to threaten the orthodoxy. Now the emperor is young, he trusts and respects you. Once you marry the princess, you will have both power and the title of royal relative. Even if the emperor does not doubt it for the time being, what will those court officials who are eyeing you and wishing to replace you say?"
The Master was silent, with no expression on his face.
Lord Guo looked at him deeply and finally reminded him: "Marry a wife as soon as possible and stop the princess's thoughts. It will be good for both you and her."
The Grand Tutor sat to the west of Lord Guo. The sunlight from outside shone through the window screen, illuminating his finely crafted brocade robe, but the Grand Tutor's face was hidden in the dimness, obscure and unclear. After a long while, Lord Guo spoke first, waving his hand and saying, "Go see Jin'er, your Master's Wife is over there too."
The Grand Tutor nodded, bowed and left.
After leaving the study, the tutor followed the maid and went along the corridor to the backyard.
The little granddaughter of Mr. Guo is named Jin'er. She is only fourteen years old. She has beautiful eyes and eyebrows. Unfortunately, she has been weak and sick since childhood. Now she is seriously ill. The Guo family has invited many famous doctors to help, but it is useless. The imperial physician even asserted that Jin'er may not survive this winter. It was a bright spring day, but Jin'er was cold and afraid of the cold. She lay on the bed with a pale face. Mrs. Guo was doing needlework beside her to accompany her granddaughter.
"Third Uncle." Seeing the Grand Tutor, Jin'er called out weakly, respecting the Grand Tutor as an elder.
The tutor nodded.
After chatting for a while, Madam Guo came out to see the tutor off, and said sadly as she walked: "I wanted to find a marriage for Jin'er to bring good luck, but Jin'er refused, saying that she didn't want to implicate others... The silly girl has been kind and considerate since she was a child, why is God so blind..." She burst into tears.
The Grand Tutor stopped to comfort her, and looking at the aged Master's wife in front of him, his eyes gradually became blurred.
He thought of Princess Minghua in the palace. Whether he was moved or not was not important. There was only one outcome. In terms of age, he was old enough to be her father. When he was old, she would still be in her prime. In terms of status, she was an innocent princess. He was the chief minister of the cabinet. He had to stabilize the court for the young emperor, so he could not give up his power.
Lifting up his skirt, the master knelt down slowly and said, "Master's wife, if you don't mind, I want to marry Jin'er."
"good!"
After several stutters, this segment was successfully filmed, and the following scenes of Taifu's monologue were almost all shot in one go.
Ming Wei was in awe. Mu Tingzhou's personality was not likable, but he seemed to be born for acting. He had no exaggerated expressions, no unnecessary lines, but he stood there, with a small movement of turning the tea bowl, a back view leaning against the window, and a profile hidden behind the window, and he firmly grasped the audience.
Those who have read the original novel know that the Grand Tutor, Princess Minghua, only has one wife in his life. He married Jin'er to break the princess's heart. After marriage, he continued to take care of Jin'er as a junior without any intimate behavior. Jin'er understood him and never had any romantic feelings. When the first snow of winter came, Jin'er died of illness. Since then, the Grand Tutor never married in his life. He only watched Princess Minghua from afar, while serving as his courtier and maintaining domestic stability and foreign defense.
In the afternoon, Ming Wei and Mu Tingzhou will perform against each other.
Before today, Ming Wei only had to play a playful and bold princess who was just beginning to fall in love, but as the plot changed, the character of Princess Minghua became more and more experienced, and the requirements for her acting skills suddenly increased. Ming Wei was already under pressure, and Cheng Yao threw an emotional bomb at her last night, so you can imagine how she was doing during the filming.
"Card!"
"Card!"
"Card!"
"Cut! Mingwei, what's wrong with you? The princess is usually spoiled and willful. She just learned that the tutor is going to marry someone else, and she is angry. Why do you look so heavy-hearted? The princess is only seventeen, seventeen, a high school girl. Take a ten-minute break and think about it carefully." After many NGs in a row, Director Zhang exploded.
In fact, Director Zhang took good care of Mingwei. Apart from Mu Tingzhou, Mingwei was the only one who received the least scolding in the crew. Chen Zhang was scolded several times.
Mingwei apologized repeatedly, then went to the shade of a tree to calm down, facing the tree trunk, looking so pitiful.
Mu Tingzhou sat comfortably in the chair. When he raised his head to drink water, his eyes moved around Mingwei and he was suspicious. Xiao Zhao said that Mingwei and Cheng Yao had a good chat last night, and he thought they had reunited, but Mingwei was lifeless today, and she didn't look like she was successful in love.
"Would you like to give some advice?"
Someone was talking too much, so Mu Tingzhou turned his gaze to the assistant beside him, while putting down the water bottle and screwing on the lid.
"You looked at her." Xiao Zhao said firmly, not allowing the actor to deny it.
Mu Tingzhou was not that bored. Instead, he glanced at Ming Wei openly: "She is not in a good state."
Xiao Zhao smiled but said nothing.
Ten minutes passed, and the filming continued. Mingwei still failed. She was confused, and she couldn't find the feeling of Princess Minghua. Forcing herself to continue would only waste the energy of the crew. Mingwei took the initiative to find Director Zhang, hoping to give her half a day to film other scenes in the afternoon.
Mingwei has been performing well since she joined the crew, and Director Zhang gave her face and encouraged her. In the final analysis, he believed that Mingwei could act well, and since her emotions were not in place, forcing her to shoot would only result in half the effort and twice the result.
Mingwei returned to the hotel dejectedly and continued to lie on the bed in a daze.
She was troubled a lot last night, and today Mingwei just wanted to pick a solution. After hesitating and making repeated choices, Mingwei finally had an answer as night fell. She would not quit the group, delaying the progress of the crew and a month of filming, which would be unacceptable to her conscience, and she could not afford the penalty for quitting the group.
But she would not owe Cheng Yao anything. After receiving the film remuneration, she transferred all of it to Cheng Yao. As her fame increased, she would not step into the film and television industry again. She would just be her Italian translator. She would not seek to become rich, but would have enough food and clothing. Cheng Yao might have had good intentions, but he used the wrong method. He underestimated her self-esteem.
It was as if a huge rock pressing on her chest had been pushed away. Mingwei felt relaxed both physically and mentally. She took a shower, combed her hair, changed her clothes and went out to look for food.
Tired of eating at the hotel, Mingwei decided to find a down-to-earth snack bar nearby and eat to her heart's content without caring about her image.
The elevator went down to the third floor. Mingwei walked in while checking Dianping. After entering, she turned around and clicked a hotpot restaurant.
"Eating hot pot in this weather, aren't you afraid of getting irritated, Miss Ming?"
Ming Wei was startled by a familiar voice coming from behind her. She turned around and saw Xiao Zhao with a smile on his left and the cold and arrogant actor on his right. Xiao Zhao was wearing a white shirt and Mu Tingzhou was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, making them a perfect pair of black and white villains.
Ming Wei smiled awkwardly: "Are you going to the set?"
Mu Tingzhou stared at the jumping floor numbers indifferently. Xiao Zhao answered for him: "No, Tingzhou wants to eat outside. I'm not familiar with this place. Does Miss Ming have any recommendations for a restaurant?"
"I'm not very familiar with it either." Mingwei shook her phone, "I'm still choosing."
"This one looks great." Xiao Zhao leaned closer and said to her phone screen.
It seemed that the matter was settled. The moment she stepped out of the elevator, Ming Wei was completely dazed. She took a few stiff steps before she reacted. She jokingly begged Xiao Zhao for mercy: "Why don't we act separately? You two are too famous, and I'm afraid of being photographed." She didn't want to have a scandal with Mu Tingzhou, or be criticized for wanting to marry the movie emperor.
"She's having hotpot, let's go to another place." Mu Tingzhou walked right past Mingwei.
Mingwei laughed dryly.