RPAGF Chapter 7 Theory 1123
Chapter 7 Theory 1123
Chen Duling delivered an exceptional performance in the afternoon's scene.
She was exceptionally good, so good that Su Youpeng wondered if she had been possessed by another soul.
That emotion, that look in his eyes, that pain and forbearance that emanated from his very bones.
Su Youpeng looked at the monitor, then turned to the assistant director and asked, "What's wrong with her today?"
The assistant director shrugged: "I don't know, but it's good, right?"
"Okay." Su Youpeng nodded. "Too good to be true."
Gao Huan noticed it too.
Chen Duling looked at him differently today.
It wasn't the cautious, tentative kind of liking from before, but rather a feeling tinged with resentment, unwillingness, and a sense of despair that said, "I know you don't belong to me, but I still can't let go."
That look was exactly what Xu Yi and Xiao Erduo needed most.
Gao Huan knew that Chen Duling was able to act this way because she saw him as Xu Yi, and also as the person who had hurt her.
Life is an actor's source of nourishment and inspiration.
I don't know who said that, but it's true.
evening.
After filming the last scene, it was already dark.
Chen Duling finished all her scenes for the day. After changing her clothes, she came out and saw Gao Huan standing at the entrance of the studio talking to Yangyang Jin.
Yangyang Jin is Gao Huan's assistant. She is a Tibetan girl in her early thirties who is efficient and capable.
She has been by Gao Huan's side for almost two years. She is very sensible in her actions, never saying what she shouldn't say and never asking what she shouldn't ask.
Seeing Chen Duling come out, Yangyang Jin smiled at her, then said to Gao Huan, "Xiao Huan, the phone."
Gao Huan took the phone and glanced down at it.
On WeChat, there are already hundreds of unread messages.
Yangyang Jin stood beside Gao Huan, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Chen Duling's way. She smiled and said something to him, her voice not loud enough for Chen Duling to hear clearly. However, she noticed that Gao Huan's expression changed, becoming an indescribable expression that carried a hint of helplessness and amusement.
"I'll be going now, Xiao Huan." Yang Yang Jin said, then turned and left.
Chen Duling stood still, looking at Gao Huan.
Gao Huan looked down at his phone screen, his brows slightly furrowed.
Chen Duling hesitated for a moment, then walked over: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Gao Huan locked the screen, put the phone in his pocket, and said, "Let's go back."
The two walked together toward the hotel.
The night is a bit cooler than yesterday, and the wind is blowing from the riverbank, carrying moisture.
Chen Duling walked beside him, glancing at him every now and then.
Gao Huan's expression was calm, but Chen Duling felt that he was thinking about something.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"It's nothing," Gao Huan said. "Someone keeps sending me messages."
Who is it?
Gao Huan was silent for two seconds: "Meng Ziyi."
Chen Duling was stunned for a moment.
She had never heard of the name Meng Ziyi before.
"What did she want from you?" Chen Duling asked.
"I don't know," Gao Huan said. "I didn't see it."
Chen Duling glanced at him, not quite believing him, but didn't ask any more questions.
When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Gao Huan stopped.
"You go up first, I'll make a phone call," he said.
Chen Duling said "Oh" and walked into the hotel lobby.
After walking a few steps, he looked back again—Gao Huan was standing under a streetlamp, holding a mobile phone in his hand. The light from the screen reflected on his face, making it difficult to see his expression.
She bit her lip, turned around, and entered the elevator.
Hotel entrance.
Gao Huan leaned against the wall and opened WeChat.
Meng Ziyi's chat window was at the top, with over a hundred unread messages; the red number was quite eye-catching.
He scrolled up.
The earliest news was released three days ago.
"Brother Huan, are you there?"
"Brother Huan, I watched 'Swords of Legends,' your acting was superb."
"Huan-ge, what have you been up to lately?"
"Hey Huan, I'm in Shanghai too, wanna grab a bite?"
"Brother Huan, have you forgotten about me?"
"Brother Huan, I know I was wrong before..."
"Brother Huan, please pay attention to me."
Then comes the voice.
One voice message after another, each lasting several tens of seconds.
Gao Huan didn't click to listen, but he could roughly guess what it was about.
Meng Ziyi was a girl he met last year. She was a junior at the Beijing Film Academy, beautiful, and knew how to get along with people. She pursued him very aggressively.
Gao Huan had eaten with her a few times, chatted with her a few times, and practiced yoga with her a few times.
Gao Huan scrolled through the messages, the last one being sent this afternoon: "Brother Huan, I really know I was wrong. Please give me another chance, okay? I'm willing to do anything."
Gao Huan stared at the message for a few seconds, then typed a reply.
He only replied with one sentence: a time and an address.
The address of an apartment in Shanghai.
That apartment was one he bought specifically; it was located downstairs from Chen Yao's apartment building.
After sending the message, he put his phone back in his pocket and went into the hotel.
He was the only person in the elevator.
Gao Huan leaned against the elevator wall, watching the floor numbers jump one by one.
He remembered a theory he had heard in his previous life.
At that time, he was browsing the internet and came across a post titled "1123 Theory - The Wise Sayings of a Real Man".
The post was simple: A man who is successful in both his career and love life must have one girlfriend, two lovers, and three bed partners every year.
one two three.
Girlfriend, lover, bed partner.
Gao Huan thought the theory was ridiculous at the time, but for some reason, he remembered it.
Perhaps the numbers were arranged too neatly—1-2-3, like steps, going up one by one.
He couldn't do it in his past life.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.
He doesn't have the qualifications, the resources, or the looks.
But this life is different.
Gao Huan looked at his reflection in the elevator door and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
This face is comparable to John Lone's, and even more handsome than Daniel Wu.
This face is a gift from God.
He was thinking that the 1123 theory was something he could experiment with properly in his lifetime.
Let's see if it's true.
Let's see if a man can really have so many at the same time.
The elevator arrived at the floor and the doors opened.
Gao Huan walked out. The corridor was dimly lit and the carpet was thick, so there was no sound when he stepped on it.
He walked to his room door, swiped his card, and went inside.
The room was quiet, the curtains were drawn, and only the bedside lamp was on.
Naza has left, but the scent of her perfume still lingers in the room.
Gao Huan took off his coat, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.
The night view of Shanghai unfolds before my eyes, with thousands of lights resembling a sea of stars.
He lay in bed, the light from the ceiling flickering slightly.
Gao Huan closed his eyes, and the scenes from today began to flash through his mind—Chen Duling's eyes, Nazha's smile, Meng Ziyi's message, and that address.
He knows best what he was thinking when he bought that apartment.
That's a safe place.
A place where he could experiment with the 1123 theory.
Gao Huan turned over and buried her face in the pillow.
The pillow smells of Nazha, and also of him.