Lu Ming was mentioned in the script.

Although Hong Ou currently appears as a human girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, foxes have long lifespans. Hong Ou has been kept in a cage by her father for several years and has never been taught. Her mind is still stuck when her mother was in a coma, like a seven or eight-year-old child.

It was precisely because of his low mental capacity that he became so obedient to Fei Niang, who was his own kind, after being adopted by her.

In this scene, An Xie is still wearing that muddy costume.

After the clapperboard sounded, the camera focused on the closet where she was hiding.

A face covered in pale yellow fox fur was filled with a variety of expressions, including panic, fear, sorrow, pain, hesitation, and weakness. Red Lotus Root lowered its head and licked the wounds inflicted by humans, whimpering softly.

Zhang Shu glanced at the camera, his expression one of surprise and delight, and ordered, "Close-up."

The executive director immediately directed the camera to focus on "Red Lotus Root's" dusty, blood-stained, and muddy little face.

An Xie didn't notice the camera suddenly zooming in. He was just recalling "Red Lotus Root's" experiences, putting himself in the role, and imagining that the little fox who escaped from the den of demons and was wandering around and hated by everyone was himself.

On that face covered with fine fox fur, two large, pearl-like eyes were set in. At this moment, those two pearls were red and slightly swollen, silently sobbing, tears sliding into their mouths, half swallowed and half licked onto their wounds.

As the camera zooms in, you can see "Red Lotus" trembling. Whether it's the pain from her wounds or the uncertainty of what lies ahead, her tears fall like broken pearls, but she clenches her teeth tightly and doesn't make a sound.

Her cheeks trembled slightly from the exertion, making her appear exceptionally weak and pitiful, yet her entire being exuded a will to survive. Her fragility and stubbornness coexisted, and the joy in Zhang Shu's eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

To be able to act to this level, it's clear that they've studied the script carefully.

The most important scenes for the character "Hong Ou" are these few. If you don't put in a lot of hard work to understand the character, how can you play her so vividly?

Zhang Shu stared at the camera screen, his mouth practically stretched to the sky, increasingly pleased with his ability to choose roles.

Lu Ming and Zhang Shu sat together in front of the camera screen, watching An Xie's performance. She, who was usually stingy with praising actors, said something unusual: "This actor is not bad. Finally, there is an actor in your crew who can live up to the character I created."

"That's right, look who picked the actors!" Zhang Shu smiled smugly.

Lu Ming immediately rolled his eyes at him: "You get cocky when you get a little praise. Mind your manners, you've got no eyes!"

Zhang Shu instantly got angry, but after glancing at the camera and seeing that the crucial scene was about to begin, he glared at Lu Ming and said, "I'll argue with you later."

"Red Lotus" stayed at the He residence for three days and two nights without eating or drinking.

Even though she could endure the pain from her wounds, the rumbling in her stomach was something she couldn't stop by simply covering her belly.

The sound of the wheelchair sliding grew closer and closer. "Red Lotus" shuddered, her breath almost freezing as she stared intently at the gap between the cabinet doors.

Just as she was about to bite her lip in nervousness, the wheelchair stopped moving.

The moment stood still for an unknown period of time before a man's clear, calm voice entered from inside the cabinet, "Who are you?"

"Red Lotus" suddenly opened her eyes wide, but still bit her lip and remained silent and motionless.

"They say a monster has entered the manor. Come out and let me see what kind of monster you are," the man said again.

The person inside the cabinet paled, biting her lip tightly, but a strong hatred flashed in her eyes.

He Shifang frowned as he smelled the faint scent of blood in the air. "You stinking thing, get out of my closet! I'll count to three, and if you don't come out, I'll throw you out!"

Despite being a wheelchair-bound man with limited mobility, he was extremely authoritative in his words and actions, causing Hongou to tremble in fear.

After hesitating for a moment, the little beggar pushed open the cabinet door and was about to run away.

Just before "Red Lotus" was about to step out the door, He Shifang said quietly, "You can't escape. Once you leave this courtyard, you'll be caught and burned alive."

"Red Lotus" stopped in her tracks, looking back at He Shifang with a sorrowful yet angry gaze.

This was the first time she had seen He Shifang. The man had eyebrows like ink paintings and a face like peach petals. He had a gentle and elegant appearance, like a fairy. However, a cold and unapproachable charm piled up at the corners of his eyes, which neutralized this gentleness and made people feel cold.

"I'm not a monster, I've never harmed anyone!" she shouted angrily.

This was the first thing "Red Lotus" said to He Shifang.

The man stared at her indifferently for a long time, then scoffed disdainfully, "You're not a demon? What are you covered in fox fur for? Whether you've harmed anyone or not, a demon is a demon. Instead of staying in the deep mountains and forests to cultivate, you come to the mortal world to disrupt order, so you deserve to be killed!"

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Hongou's eyes were red as she stammered, "I haven't hurt anyone, I haven't hurt anyone..."

He Shifang coldly watched the little beggar's eyes show despair, paused for a moment, and then wheeled himself toward his wardrobe.

The wardrobe door was already open, and a foul stench instantly darkened the man's usually cool and aloof face. His voice was deep and menacing, like a storm brewing, "Little... monster!"

"Red Lotus" trembled again from the shout, and cautiously looked over with a shaky body. If you ignored the messy hair and black fur on its face, its expression was quite cute and bewildered.

He Shifang turned around and stared coldly at the little beggar's innocent and naive expression, then suddenly stammered, "You..."

You talked for a long time, but then there was no follow-up.

Zhang Shu stared at the camera screen, utterly incredulous that Xiao Jingyi had forgotten his lines. After a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand and shouted, "Cut!"

The script supervisor took the script, pointed to the line, and reminded him with a smile, "Mr. Xiao, this is your line. Would you like to read it a few times?"

Xiao Jing glanced at the lines, pursed his lips, and indicated that it was ready.

"Let's do it again." Zhang Shu was relatively confident in Xiao Jingyi, and after shouting, he started staring at the camera screen again.

Who would have thought that such a short scene would have so many problems, requiring more than ten takes, and all the problems were caused by Actor Xiao.

The atmosphere on set became somewhat tense. Zhang Shu drank two bottles of water, held back his urge to urinate, grabbed the megaphone, and shouted, "One more time!"

After filming this scene repeatedly, Bi Xie's expression became stiff. He rubbed his face and looked at Xiao Jingyi, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

He Shifang only had one simple line, and she didn't understand why Xiao Jingyi had so many takes and still couldn't get it right.

She simply asked, "Are you capable?", but to a man, that question touched upon a certain aspect of his abilities.

Xiao Jing was so angry that he glared at her coldly, but he felt a little frustrated. Whenever he met her eyes, he would frantically try to take her body from him, but when he didn't meet her eyes, he couldn't finish his lines.