No Spring in Song

Chapter 466 - 368: What Really Matters

Chapter 466: Chapter 368: What Really Matters


In the evening, Zhou Yun arrived home and was greeted by the aroma of meat as soon as she opened the door.


Zhou Yun joyfully changed her shoes and followed the savory scent to the kitchen.


Sure enough, Song Chi stood there in the kitchen, busy with something.


"Back already?" Song Chi asked without turning around.


"You knew it was me just from the sound of my footsteps." Zhou Yun said with a smile as she approached.


Song Chi turned his head, smiled at her, and said, "Of course, besides you and me, nobody else can get in at this time."


Usually, only the cleaning lady could come in at a fixed time.


Zhou Yun asked curiously, "What are you making?"


"I’m stewing meat. Haven’t you been wanting to gain weight recently? A friend taught me how to make this stew during a film shoot, and it’s especially fragrant," replied Song Chi.


Zhou Yun nodded: "It does smell amazing."


Song Chi scooped up a spoonful of the meaty broth, tasted it, and nodded, "This is the flavor."


Zhou Yun laughed, "You are looking quite like a chef right now."


Song Chi said, "Joking aside, I did take it seriously and learned for a while."


He then told her, "You can go out; I’ll call you when it’s ready."


"Do you need any help from me?" Zhou Yun asked.


"No need," shook Song Chi.


So, Zhou Yun left the kitchen.


The rich aroma of the meat broth wafted from the kitchen, filling the living room with its savory scent.


Curled up on the sofa, Zhou Yun yawned and, with nothing better to do, took out her phone to see if there was anything new.


There’s nothing new under the sun; the hot search was still the same old stuff.


Zhou Yun had no interest in clicking on any of them; many were obviously topics marketed by companies themselves.


She opened her own private messages, planning to clear them out.


Many fans liked to send her private messages, some simply saying good morning or goodnight, and others writing mini essays.


Zhou Yun never replied, but sometimes she would take a look.


She opened them one by one until her finger suddenly paused on one of them.


A user with a numerical username sent her a private message: Lew Qingqing is pregnant, did you know?


Zhou Yun was startled.


This account only sent her this one message, sent an hour ago.


Her first response was: Lew Qingqing’s pregnancy has been discovered?


Her second thought was: Why would this person send her a private message?


After a moment of silence, Zhou Yun clicked into this numerically named account only to find that it had never posted a single weibo.


Clearly, it was an anonymous account with no information.


Zhou Yun pondered for a while, then decided to screenshot the message and send it to Lew Qingqing.


Lew Qingqing replied with a question mark.


Not long after, Lew Qingqing’s call came through.


"What is the meaning of the picture you sent me?"


Zhou Yun said: "I just saw this on Weibo’s private messages, I don’t know who it is."


Lew Qingqing was silent on the other end for a long time.


Zhou Yun went on: "I’m also not sure how to handle this matter, so I sent you the screenshot. I still hold the same view; you can’t keep this a secret forever. You either acknowledge it openly or coordinate with the company to find an excuse, find a place and give birth quietly."


Lew Qingqing remained silent and after a while, she hung up the phone.


Zhou Yun didn’t expect Lew Qingqing to hang up directly.


She was somewhat surprised, but since Lew Qingqing had hung up the phone, Zhou Yun didn’t bother with the matter anymore.


After all, this was not her business, it had nothing to do with her.


But—


Who sent her this private message?


It must be someone from the industry, right?


Accidentally learned of Lew Qingqing’s pregnancy, so what?


Instead of exposing it to the media or on social media, they chose to tell her about it through a private message.


What’s the intention?


Hoping that she would spread the news?


Zhou Yun was determined not to get involved in this muddy water.


At this moment, Song Chi called out from the kitchen: "Dinner is ready."


Zhou Yun immediately responded: "Coming!"


For her, the most real thing was the warmth of the food right now, the warmth of the lights when Song Chi looked at her with a smile.


With no worries about controlling her figure, Zhou Yun enjoyed a hearty meal and had two bowls of rice with gravy.


"Xue Qin still thinks I’m too skinny, she wants me to gain some weight," Zhou Yun said with worry, "it’s a bit difficult to suddenly gain weight."


Song Chi nodded: "It’s indeed hard to gain weight in a short period of time."


"Remind me to eat chocolate before going to bed tonight," Zhou Yun said, "The script for ’Falling Leaves’ is really well written, I really like the character Wan Duoyan."


"Mm, the contradictions within her are quite intriguing," Song Chi had also read the script of "Falling Leaves," he said, "This character naturally possesses a dramatic quality, representing the continual collision between the culture she acquired later in life and the culture inherently etched in her bloodline. She has to find her own identity amidst these collisions, and it’s more than just a self-identity; whether it’s love, kinship, or where she chooses to live in the future, these practical considerations are all in front of her like puzzles, and her task is to break through these barriers."


After listening to Song Chi, Zhou Yun smiled and said: "I find that you understand the character Wan Duoyan even more deeply than I do."


"An observer sees clearly," Song Chi said, "Because I don’t have to play this role, you are immersed in the emotions and perspective of the character from the start, sometimes only able to see from one angle."


"That’s true," Zhou Yun nodded.


"By the way, there’s a web series called ’The Beginning’ that’s quite interesting, you could watch it when you have time," Song Chi said, "Especially some of the supporting actors’ performances, the two leads are also brilliant, but you can tell their brilliance comes from acting skills. The real-life feel of their characters is much weaker compared to the bus driver and a few other passengers. There are several roles that at first glance you might think they are just extras directly recruited by the crew, perfectly resembling the ordinary people we might see on the bus, whether it’s the tone of their speech or their behavior, it’s very life-like."


With one hand propping up her chin, Zhou Yun said: "Actually, I sometimes wonder if a sense of real-life is the most important thing for an actor to portray a character. Look at Nicole Kidman in ’Big Little Lies,’ ’Eyes Wide Shut,’ ’The Hours,’ her characters don’t have a sense of real-life at all, her performance is very theatrical, very academic, but she makes those characters stand out, and the audience watches with trust. And there are some plays that, from a performance standpoint, maybe you could say it’s a perfect imitation, just like the real person, not apparent to be acting, but such acting is often not memorable. People will say it’s true to life, very good, but then they forget. What shocks people in the end is often those strokes of genius, like Tony Leung in ’2046’ and ’In the Mood for Love,’ where is it mainly about real-life feel? He appears reticent, but with a glance, he exudes such sensuality that you almost want those eyes to see right into your heart. The more subdued, the more stirring and unforgettable."