Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Jia Wei has always been low-key, rarely accepting interviews, and because his previous filmings were all art films and he seldom did publicity, so it was difficult to find a frontal photo of him on the Internet.

Fortunately, after Jiang Ling received the audition invitation from the director team, Wan Wan contacted Chen Guo, who had interviewed Jia Wei, and got Jia Wei's photo from her and learned about the director's little hobbies.Although speaking of them, they are all insignificant details, but it is always more reassuring to know a little more about the people who can make decisions about your future.

Jiang Ling obviously recognized that it was Jia Wei himself who spoke, he bowed slightly to everyone present, and began to enter the state.

"Ten years ago, you just left without saying a word. Looking back now, do you want to pretend that nothing happened?" Different from Jimo's agitation and tension, Jiang Ling spoke every word very calmly, even... Some are too gentle, so that it seems that a person is talking to himself to a painting in front of the window and a flower under the wall, "What do you think of me? What do you think of yourself?"

His supporting role was the middle-aged man who opened the door to call them just now. He looked down at the script with the lines written on it, and said without emotion, "I can't do what I have."

"Not allowed? Heh..." Jiang Ling smiled lightly, with a trace of indifference and alienation in his brows, "I have limited knowledge, and I never know how to write the word 'not allowed'."

The middle-aged man was silent.

Jiang Ling paused for a moment, then continued, "In this world, you are not the only one who has a heart. In the past ten years, I have seen so many separations, so many sorrows and joys, there is no one who does not step on iron nails step by step I didn’t know that you came here with blood, Mr. Song, you can’t be more noble.” His tone was light and his breath was calm. These words were not accusations or anger, but just slowly telling some facts That's all.

"No, no, that's not what I meant." The middle-aged man continued to read his lines.

"That's all...you and I have different ways, and we are not trying to harm ourselves. Mr. Song and I..." Jiang Ling closed his eyes very lightly and slowly, and his eyes fell far into the void, as if he could see through that point. Someone from the depths of time.After a slight pause, he finally finished speaking, "This is the end of my conversation with Mr. Song, and we don't need to see each other again."

Different from Jimo's exhausted performance style, Jiang Ling's performance is more similar to the calm and breezy performance, so light that there is almost no trace of emotion, let alone the large-scale movements and sighs or tears that enhance the appeal.

However, what is surprising is that compared to the feeling of being suffocated by overwhelming emotions after watching Jimo's performance, it is now that I feel even more heartbroken. It lingered in Gu Wanwan's heart for a long time, making her chest tight.

Can breathe, just can't breathe freely.

Because every time he took a breath, the smiling and calm appearance of that person would appear in front of his eyes.

He was no longer angry or resentful, he just closed his eyes lightly, smiled lightly, and said, "That's all for you and me, and we don't have to see each other again."

At that moment, Wan Wan completely lost any ability to think and move, she could only quietly and silently look at the young man standing in the middle of the room with indifferent eyes.

The sunlight was so thin that it fell on him through the window lattice, as if it would melt away at any moment.