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