Chapter 1742: Depression

Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen said they were going to see Yu Feihong, and it wasn't a joke—they really did go to see Sister Feihong.

She had been having some trouble recently.

As for Wang Qiang, neither of them brought up his matter again.

As long as Pan Rong wasn't a fool, she should know how to continue getting along with Wang Qiang. If she really liked him and planned to marry him, she should understand that without the approval of these people, the two of them could never end up together.

Besides, Wang Qiang wasn't really an idiot.

He was honest, it's true, but the more honest a person is, the more they often possess a peasant-like cunning.

Wang Qiang knew very well who was genuinely good to him and who was just putting on a show.

The attitude of Zhao Fusheng, Jiang Wen, and the others had actually been quite clear just now.

At the very least, Wang Qiang understood that Zhao Fusheng's reprimand was not only meant for him but also for Pan Rong.

Don't forget, Wang Qiang's money had been spent together with Pan Rong.

If he still couldn't figure out what was going on under these circumstances, then he really was an idiot.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen arrived at Yu Feihong's home.

"..."

Yu Feihong poured them each a cup of tea.

She was still the same person, but from her expression to her eyes and even her body language, everything exuded a gloomy aura. She didn't say a word, occasionally sweeping her gaze over Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen.

Well, the mood was spot on.

Zhao Fusheng squinted, glancing at the somewhat embarrassed Ye Jing. Seeing Zhao Fusheng's reaction, Ye Jing gave a wry smile and said, "Well, I didn't expect that after just over a month of filming, she'd end up like this."

"Are you an idiot?"

Zhao Fusheng said irritably, "He's Wang the Sunglasses. Don't you know what kind of person that is?"

As he spoke, Zhao Fusheng snorted and looked at Yu Feihong: "Sis, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Yu Feihong nodded, her demeanor still melancholic.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to speak, and his gaze toward Ye Jing turned sharp again.

Ye Jing's face was bitter, and he looked at Jiang Wen, clearly pleading for help.

Jiang Wen blinked, looking at Yu Feihong with concern, as if he hadn't seen Ye Jing's pleading gaze.

No way, he had to live his own life too.

Besides, while that guy Wong Kar-wai was certainly responsible for driving Yu Feihong, a perfectly fine person, to this state, Ye Jing, who had pushed Yu Feihong into Wong Kar-wai's *The Grandmasters* crew, also had to take responsibility.

The film circle was so small; who didn't want to live well?

"How about we go out for hotpot?"

Ye Jing thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong hesitated, while Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen exchanged a glance and nodded: "Right, let's go now."

The group went to a nearby hotpot restaurant, booked a private room, and had the assistants, drivers, and bodyguards eat outside. The four of them sat together, eating and chatting.

The steaming hotpot soon made everyone's faces look rosy, and even Yu Feihong, who had been somewhat subdued, seemed much more spirited.

"Actually, having this kind of experience as an actor is a good thing," Jiang Wen said, seeing Yu Feihong in good spirits. "At least, all the good actors I know have gone through periods of being too immersed in their roles."

He then smiled at Yu Feihong: "At the very least, this shows you've entered the inner world of that character, something ordinary actors can't achieve."

Yu Feihong nodded: "I know that."

Ye Jing quickly added: "Right now, you just haven't separated yourself from the character. Zhang Yongcheng is not your life; she's just a role you play. It's true that the play is more important than anything, but if you treat the play as your life, that's wrong."

Zhao Fusheng was much more easygoing than the two of them. He looked at Yu Feihong and said: "How about you go on a trip for a while? Take a good rest?"

Actually, Yu Feihong's situation was simple: she was just a bit depressed from being too immersed in her role.

Unfortunately, being an actor for Wong Kar-wai was a terrifying thing.

That guy was too capricious when filming, unlike other directors who would train actors to gradually approach the character.

In Wong Kar-wai's filmmaking process, there was no such thing as getting to know the character, approaching the character, or understanding the character.

He might even give you a slip of paper and ask you to act out the feeling written on it.

Or he would simply play a piece of music and have the actor perform the feeling in the music.

No joke—back in the day, Actor Leung was nearly driven to depression by Wong Kar-wai, to the point where he flew to London to feed pigeons.

That feeling—how could it be described as anything but intense?

So many actors, after working with Mirror Sung once, often never work with him again.

It's not that Old Wang lacks ability, but that they feel they simply cannot resonate with him.

This is a sad story.

But it must be admitted that for most people, Mirror Sung has the ability and skill to hone an actor's performance, but likewise, if they can't get past that hurdle, that actor might well be ruined by him.

Look at the actors Mirror Sung has used, starting with Goddess Man back in the day—they were really put through the wringer.

"I know."

Yu Feihong looked at them, a smile appearing on her face: "But to be honest, I really like this role."

Zhao Fusheng and the others were silent.

They all knew Yu Feihong loved acting; for a good actress like her, encountering a role she liked, along with a good director and a good script—

it was truly a golden wind and jade dew meeting, surpassing countless moments in the mortal world.

"Don't worry, I'll adjust quickly," Yu Feihong said with a smile to the group. "I'm not a newcomer fresh out of the gate; I still have some self-regulation ability."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly.

Right now, he was just grateful that Mirror Sung liked to drag out filming, sometimes taking years for one film, so actors didn't need to reserve their schedules for him; they could just take on roles normally.

In a situation like this, if Yu Feihong had psychological issues, in an ordinary crew, there would definitely be trouble.

But in Mirror Sung's crew, it wasn't a problem at all.

The reason was simple: Brother Mirror Sung had recently decided to go on a location-scouting trip and was planning to halt filming.

So Yu Feihong had time to return to the capital for recuperation.

"Sis, how about this: focus more on the foundation for now," Zhao Fusheng said after careful thought. "I think if you can shift your mindset, it might have a different effect. What do you think?"

"Hmm..."

Yu Feihong hesitated at Zhao Fusheng's words, but clearly, his suggestion intrigued her.

Zhao Fusheng had his reasons for saying this.

After all, no matter what, a person's mental capacity is limited. When someone devotes themselves wholeheartedly to one thing, they have no time for another.

For example, if Yu Feihong kept delving into the role of Zhang Yongcheng, she would inevitably become more and more immersed in the character.

Conversely, if she engaged in the foundation's charity activities, her mind would be diverted, and perhaps after a while, she would emerge from her current gloom.

This was an inevitable outcome.

"I think it's feasible."

Jiang Wen and Ye Jing exchanged glances and nodded in agreement: "I think this suggestion is good. You can consider it; after all, you're not going out to film recently, right?"

They both understood Zhao Fusheng's intention and knew he had Yu Feihong's best interests at heart.

At this moment, of course, they had to do their best to persuade Yu Feihong to agree.

Humans are creatures with a great tendency toward conformity. Often, we may not particularly like doing something, but under others' persuasion, we unconsciously follow their advice.

By the time we realize it, the deed is done.

The saying 'A single slip may cause lasting sorrow; looking back, a hundred years have passed' captures this truth.

Although Yu Feihong was a strong-willed woman with her own opinions and judgment, the problem was that the people persuading her today were her closest friends.

If Yu Feihong were to rank the most trusted men in her life, these few would definitely be in the top three.

So, after hearing Zhao Fusheng and the others, she sat there genuinely tempted.

She also knew that her current state was unhealthy. As a professional actress, if she got too deep into a role and couldn't extricate herself, the consequences could be severe—she understood that clearly.

With that thought, Yu Feihong nodded and said to Zhao Fusheng and the others, "Since that's the case, I'll listen to you."

The group let out a collective sigh of relief, relieved smiles appearing on their faces.

Regardless, since she had agreed, it showed that Yu Feihong was still in a clear state of mind, which was more important than anything.

Before that, their biggest fear was that she had become completely depressed and unwilling to emerge from it. If that had happened, they would have been at a loss for tears.

As it stood, there was still a chance for a turnaround; things weren't as bad as they had imagined.

"Come on, come on, as long as you're okay, let's have hotpot."

Ye Jing said with a smile to the group.

Since Yu Feihong was fine, that was the best news, and he was naturally very happy.

After all, it was he who had heard that Mirror Sung was looking for actors and had recommended Yu Feihong, leading to her getting too immersed in the role and ending up like this. Ye Jing felt quite guilty about it.

Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen exchanged glances, their expressions also much lighter.

As friends, they naturally understood Ye Jing's feelings. At this moment, everyone was very happy, and that was enough.