Caught in Affairs with Superstar

There aren’t many young people in the town.

There are even fewer young people in the village.

Most of them have left.

Once the house was refurbished, there was no need to eliminate formaldehyde or anything like that.

It’s not new furniture; all of it was old furniture collected from other places.

This way, there was no need to artificially age them again.

Zhou Yun laid her own sheets and blankets on the bed, tidied up a bit, and walked through every room.

"This is quite nice."

She said with a smile.

Wen Bing asked, "Can you cook?"

"More or less."

"I want to film more shots of you cooking," Wen Bing said. "Practice more in the coming days, especially the dishes mentioned in the script."

Zhou Yun said, "Sure."

She didn’t learn on her own; she went to find Xiuxiu’s mother, gave her one thousand yuan, and asked her to teach her cooking, specifically those dishes in the script.

Xiuxiu’s mother happily agreed.

Xiuxiu’s mother started with her from the raw ingredients.

First, they picked vegetables from the garden, then handled them, heated the pan, and followed the steps to prepare a dish that looks, smells, and tastes wonderful.

Zhou Yun ignored the rest of the crew and stayed at Xiuxiu’s mother’s house, following her in farming, doing house chores, to immerse herself in this environment in advance.

Xiuxiu was very happy because Zhou Yun slept at her house at night, and Xiuxiu often pulled her to watch TV.

It was all animation.

Zhou Yun didn’t watch much before, but following Xiuxiu, she got into it.

These days, she hardly looked at her phone.

What surprised Zhou Yun was that Yu Zhiyang also moved into a nearby family’s place, just like her, integrating himself into their life.

One day, Zhou Yun saw Yu Zhiyang walking on the road wearing black pants and a brown top, looking just like someone who had lived here for a long time, which amazed her.

Yu Zhiyang’s face wasn’t as handsome as Song Chi’s; his features were more defined, and his eyes sharper, but because of this, he had high moldability.

His type of image truly opens up roles in his thirties or forties.

Wen Bing told Zhou Yun, "He’s still too young now, a bit green, but when he’s supposed to play a young man, he lacks that youthful carefree air, a bit restrained. He needs to slowly refine himself, until that greenness is gone, then he’ll make a name for himself as an actor."

Zhou Yun said, "It’s okay, take it slow, no rush, the acting profession is meant to last a lifetime."

"Yes." Wen Bing nodded, "Let me think, if I direct one play a year from now on, there are still dozens of plays to do."

"You’re currently in a phase of strong creative desire; you can direct one or two plays a year, but later when your creative urge isn’t as strong, it might be four or five years before a new work comes out."

Many directors are like this.

Directors are different from actors.

Actors follow the script and the characters, but directors have to find the projects they want to do themselves.

If there’s no project they want to do, or they encounter some problems, they just have to keep looking. Once found, from pre-production to post-production, directors have to spend a lot of energy on it.

Wen Bing said, "I have over a dozen first drafts of scripts I’ve written myself, waiting for me to shoot in the future."

Zhou Yun was shocked upon hearing this.

"What? Over a dozen?"

Wen Bing said, "I was always writing scripts before, wrote a lot, but when submitted to film companies, they were unwilling to shoot them, and no one bought them, so I kept them all myself."

"I was wondering how you could write scripts so fast, turns out you have so many in stock."

Wen Bing said, "I have many ideas I want to shoot, some have been written into scripts, some haven’t, it’s just that most of them, like ’Life’ and this movie, seem to have no box office market in others’ eyes, so I can only shoot them myself. If I don’t, no one else will."

"Then shoot them yourself," Zhou Yun said. "No worries, if New Shield isn’t willing to invest in you, I’ll invest, and if you can’t find actors, I’ll help you find them."

Wen Bing laughed out loud.

"Aren’t you afraid of losing money?"

"I’ve earned enough over the past few years," Zhou Yun said. "Anyway, the money just sits in the bank, so why not use it for something I like? I wanted to invest in movies that couldn’t find financing before, and wasn’t ’Above the Dust’ made that way? But for some reason, I hadn’t encountered anything suitable until now."