Grande Diretor Acadêmico do Entretenimento Chinês
Dizem que os diretores acadêmicos são hábeis em orientar atores, e Cao Yang não é exceção. O diretor Cao possui uma habilidade especial: ele consegue mobilizar as emoções dos atores, guiando-os para q
The Directing Department must have poor feng shui; not a single one of them lets anyone rest easy.
Old Si Tu was exhausted in both body and soul—nearly retired, yet still beset by endless worries every day. Gazing at the student before him, whose expression remained calm and unruffled, Old Si Tu’s anger rose uncontrollably. Even Li Bai, the immortal poet, for all his brilliance, wore a perpetually discontented face, lamenting his fate to the heavens.
Why was this young man pretending to be so mature and detached, as if nothing could stir him? Who was he trying to impress with his air of indifference? Why not ascend to the heavens while he was at it?
“Speak up. Zhuang Zhuang came to me complaining, said you’re stubborn and rigid, always fixated on your own ideas, never listening to opposing views, and extremely difficult to get along with. He’s in his forties now, and after less than two shots of liquor, he was bawling, tears and snot everywhere.”
Cao Yang refilled Old Si Tu’s cup with water, speaking softly, “Teacher, don’t blame Senior Brother Zhuang Zhuang. He’s suffering inside. Back in his prime, just as he was ready to make a mark, he was suddenly banned from directing for ten years. Now he can only drown his sorrows in drink. It’s only in front of you that he can open up and pour out his bitterness.”
Old Si Tu blinked, surprised—the explanation wasn’t what he’d expected. Wasn’t Cao Yang supposed to defend himself? Why was he speaking up for Zhuang Zhuang instead? Now the troublesome disciple had learned to drown his sorrows in alcoho