Xia Xingcheng drank a lot, and was slightly drunk when he sent Huang Jixin away.
He went back to the hotel alone and walked out of the elevator, the soles of his shoes sinking into the soft carpet with every step, without making a sound. His body was shaking a little, it wasn't that he was too drunk to stand still, but his brain was slightly excited by the alcohol, which made him walk more than usual.
Xia Xingcheng walked to the door of Yang Youming's room, stopped, and looked up at the house number.
He originally wanted to invite Yang Youming to dinner today. During the filming process, Yang Youming's gentle reassurance dispelled the anxiety and lack of confidence in his heart just right. He even suspected that he would never find the feeling in the next filming.
Fortunately, there is Yang Youming.
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, his knuckles hit the wooden door, making a crisp sound.
He knocked twice and then stopped, quietly listening to the movement inside, but he didn't hear any sound, so he rubbed his knuckles with his fingers, and hesitated when he raised his hand to knock a second time.
Xia Xingcheng was a little uneasy, he didn't know if it would be too abrupt for him to come to Yang Youming like this.
In fact, Huang Jixin is right. He does have a fan filter when facing Yang Youming. In front of Yang Youming, he is a timid little fan. He must be extra cautious when speaking and doing things, for fear of leaving a bad impression on Yang Youming. Not like himself anymore.
Xia Xingcheng wanted to leave, but before he turned around, he heard footsteps coming from inside and walked all the way to the back of the door, and then Yang Youming's voice came out: "Which one?"
"It's me," Xia Xingcheng felt uncontrollably nervous, "Xia Xingcheng."
The door opened, Yang Youming was standing behind the door wearing a bathrobe, his hair was still slightly wet, he smiled at Xia Xingcheng, "Is there anything you need to do? Please come in."
Xia Xingcheng's mind went blank for a moment, he followed Yang Youming into his room, reached out and closed the door.
The layout of Yang Youming's room is similar to that of Xia Xingcheng's, but it is much cleaner than his room, and all the daily necessities are arranged in an orderly manner.
Yang Youming said to Xia Xingcheng, "Sit down."
Xia Xingcheng sat down on the sofa.
Yang Youming sat face to face with him on the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand and brushed his hair. He found that his forehead was a little hot. In fact, not only his forehead, but his entire face was probably hot. He said, "I just want to thank you."
Yang Youming lowered his head and smiled, then looked at him and said, "You said it."
Xia Xingcheng felt inexplicably embarrassed for a moment. When he saw Yang Youming's bathrobe opening slightly, revealing a strong chest, he couldn't help but turn his eyes away, thinking that he didn't know what to say.
Yang Youming probably saw that he was nervous, stood up from the bed and asked him, "Would you like to drink some red wine, I just opened a bottle of wine."
Xia Xingcheng looked up at him and said, "Okay."
There were two bottles of red wine on the wine cabinet in Yang Youming's room. He picked up one of the bottles, pulled out the cork, and poured the wine into the glass.
Xia Xingcheng looked at his movements, wondering if it was a habit he developed from acting, and the movements of pouring wine looked a bit elegant.
Yang Youming poured two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng's mouth still smelled of beer. He took the glass and took a sip.
Yang Youming stood by and looked at him and asked, "How does it taste?"
Xia Xingcheng raised his head and replied, "It's good."
Yang Youming then smiled again.
With this glass of wine, the uncomfortable atmosphere finally eased a little. Even if the two of them didn't speak much, they sat facing each other and drank silently. There seemed to be a kind of unhurried leisure in this night.
Xia Xingcheng drank a lot of beer before he came. He had a good amount of alcohol, but he never dared to mix it. In front of Yang Youming, he was embarrassed to say no. When he drank this glass of red wine, he felt that the wine was rushing up all of a sudden. His hot face and forehead seemed to get even hotter.
Along with Jiu Jin, there was courage. Xia Xingcheng's posture on the sofa became more and more casual. He leaned back, one arm rested on the armrest of the sofa, and the other held the wine glass on the raised bar. On his knees, he gently shook the wine glass and said, "It's really hard for me to adapt to Director He's way of directing."
Yang Youming leaned against the bay window, looked at him, and said, "Really?"
Xia Xingcheng himself didn't notice that his body was slipping, he said, "Yeah, I don't know what kind of effect he wants, so he can only act according to his own ideas. The pressure is getting bigger and bigger." His eyes widened, staring at the dim yellow ceiling lights in Yang Youming's room.
Yang Youming didn't speak, he just held the wine glass and looked at Xia Xingcheng silently.
Xia Xingcheng thought that Yang Youming would say something to him, but he didn't wait for anything, so he looked at him and said, "Brother Ming, sometimes I think you are a little strange."
This time Yang Youming seemed to be smiling and asked him, "What's wrong?"
If these words were changed at a different time and place, Xia Xingcheng would never be able to say it, but what he actually wanted to say was nothing more than an excuse. For example, he is drunk. A drunk person can wake up tomorrow morning without remembering anything. , so he looked at Yang Youming with a rare disrespectful tone, and said, "Just like when you were on the set today, you were different from when you left the set. When you left the set, you seemed to be cold."
Yang Youming put the wine glass on the bay window, turned around and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Then you may have confused me with Yu Haiyang."
Xia Xingcheng was suddenly stunned.
Yang Youming spoke slowly and his voice was a little low, "When I was on the set, I was Yu Haiyang, and you were Fang Jianyuan; when I left the set, I was Yang Youming, and you were Xia Xingcheng in my eyes."
Xia Xingcheng's eyes flickered blankly.
Yang Youming continued: "You were born in a class. Do you know what is experience school and what is expression school?"
Xia Xingcheng's lips moved, of course he knew that he had learned all of these, but since he was filming, he never thought about this issue. What kind of experiential expressionist, he has never really entered the play, every time he performs is nothing more than body movements and unintentional expressions.
Yang Youxian obviously didn't ask him for an answer, he just said: "Actually, I don't agree with the complete experience school. Human life is limited, and every performance is full of vigor and vitality. It hurts the body and hurts. But you are not qualified for your current state. Talking about the faction of the show, do you know what I mean?"
Xia Xingcheng understood, and his face turned red all of a sudden.
Yang Youming said: "So, I suggest you try it after you leave the studio and continue to maintain Fang Jinyuan's state. It's not imagining and imitating, but living him."
Xia Xingcheng frowned at Yang Youming, "But you said it would hurt too much."
Yang Youming nodded, "I said I'm just a suggestion, if you don't, with your current state, you will be at a loss again and again in the next performance, He Zheng won't tell you how to act, he I only have standards and no templates in my heart, and I can't tell you how to act every time, after all, you are Fang Jinyuan, do you understand?"
Xia Xingcheng's wine was probably awake. He stood up and took two steps uneasily. He looked at Yang Youming and wanted to ask something, but he suddenly noticed a flash of coldness in Yang Youming's eyes.
He confused Yu Haiyang and Yang Youming.
The heat on Xia Xingcheng's face faded. He actually felt that the air conditioner in the room was too low, and his body felt cool. He said to Yang Youming, "I understand, thank you for your advice."
Yang Youming still smiled, gentle and polite, "You are very good, be more confident."
Xia Xingcheng nodded, "It's too late, I won't disturb your rest, good night, Brother Ming." After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the door.