The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 842 - 833 Exposure (1)
Chapter 842 -833 Exposure (1)
Siyu nodded in response. Bo Yan still felt a bit regretful: “Your mother also starred in a similar movie back in the day. I was planning to watch it with you since I don’t have much work recently, but unfortunately…”
“Really?” Siyu also stood up immediately.
In fact, when she was young, she didn’t know her mother was an entertainer. Wen Qunxiao retired from the industry and took her to Italy. Although they lived in the Chinese District, she kept a low profile. Most residents in the Chinese District were people who had ventured to Europe in the early part of the last century and harbored certain prejudices against China. At that time, the entertainment industry in China was not well-recognized abroad, so many people had not seen her movies nor recognized her.
As a child, her mother only taught her to dance and never mentioned anything about acting. Wen Qunxiao didn’t want her daughter to go back down that road either, believing that the entertainment industry is complex and that everything said and done would be magnified. A single misstep could turn you into the target of public criticism. It was after returning to China that she gradually learned about her mother’s profession through the disdainful tones of the Xia Family members.
However, by the time she wanted to revisit her mother’s films and dance clips, she discovered that the Xia Family had already done a certain degree of cleansing. Her claim to fame as a two-time Best Actress seemed to have faded over the years, with one of her award-winning movies even being banned due to “political reasons.” After so many years, there hadn’t been a re-release or a TV broadcast. Searching for the films was not easy.
But Bo Yan used to study film culture, and he had a collection.
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Now, at 9:30 p.m., it was still early, and neither of them felt sleepy, so they might as well watch a movie.
Thus, Siyu and he went to the audio-visual room on the second floor. In the afternoon, Shang Feifei had recorded a show in the room next door and had put everything back in its place upon leaving.
Bo Yan picked out a video disc from a stack of archives, turned off the lights, and the two of them sat in front of the screen projected by the projector and started watching.
The film began, and her mother was playing a swordsman from ancient times, wearing a green robe, with her hair simply coiled up in a bun, unadorned, yet with resolute eyes. In terms of martial arts and acting skills, she was beyond reproach.
This was one of her early works after her debut, playing merely a supporting role, but her graceful movements and outstanding performance led to her rise to stardom, and she quickly won awards.
Normally, Siyu was like Erha, a character with springs in her cushions, unable to stay still for five minutes before bouncing around. But at this moment, she was watching very intently, almost without turning her eyes away.
Bo Yan was no different, and although he didn’t have the deep emotional connection that Siyu had, he watched with respect and studiousness towards his senior, and with the diligence from his own research, he paid close attention throughout the film.
The film was not long, just 90 minutes, and after finishing, Siyu didn’t say much, which was rare for her. It was now eleven o’clock. After a brief cleanup, they went upstairs to rest. Turning off the light, Siyu squeezed into Bo Yan’s arms and mumbled, “I have to work even harder.”
Although Siyu usually thought highly of herself, boasting and brimming with confidence and believing in her own spiritual energy, the truth was, her mother was the genius. To catch up with her mother, there was still a long way to go.
Bo Yan nodded, caressed her little head: “You certainly will.”
In the darkness, Siyu looked up: “Bo Yan.”
Bo Yan lowered his head too, and Siyu kissed him on the cheek: “I love you very much.”
