When I auditioned for the Film Academy, the examiner arranged a crying scene for me. I pinched my thighs blue, but no tears came out.
But now, oh.
Chen You held a cigarette in his mouth, Give me ten seconds and I can cry like a dog, a dead dog.
444: Film Emperor, it’s time to go to the next set.
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