Chapter 431 Extra - The Feeling of Being Pierced by a Thousand Arrows

After the anniversary, Ye Qingning participated in several more events with [Flying Time], and soon it was time for the filming of [Qingqing Zijin].

The first filming location was Hengdian World Studios, where they filmed a flashback story set in ancient times.

Qing City isn't far from Hengdian, and Lin Feiyan would visit the set every few days, but he also followed Ye Qingning's advice and tried to stay in the hotel and do his own things.

When I finished work that day, it was only around 5 p.m.

Fortunately, nothing happened, so he ordered some milk tea and desserts and went to the film set.

From a distance, he saw a woman in red standing on the city wall. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her in gold, adding a touch of tragic grandeur to her red dress.

But for some inexplicable reason, Lin Feiyan felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if something had pierced his heart.

He staggered slightly, his arm was supported, and then a gentle voice asked, "Chairman Lin, are you alright?"

Upon hearing the unfamiliar woman's voice, Lin Feiyan instinctively shook off the voice and then leaned against a nearby tree to steady himself.

"fine."

The man's voice was quite cold, and Li Meng gritted her teeth slightly.

She was waiting in the wings when she saw Lin Feiyan approaching. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the man was indeed handsome and dashing.

His handsome features and tall, upright figure instantly overshadowed all the men around him.

In that instant, the others also noticed Lin Feiyan's arrival. The assistant director came over and greeted him, "Chairman Lin, are you here to visit the set?"

"right."

Lin Feiyan pressed his heart; the discomfort was still there, making him feel somewhat suffocated.

"Miss Ye's scene will be finished soon," the assistant director said. "However, there's another scene after sunset, which should be finished before eight o'clock."

Lin Feiyan nodded, then shifted his gaze to the city wall, where he saw Ye Qingning, dressed in red, already suspended by wires as she flew down.

The director gave it a close-up shot, then yelled "Cut!"

After filming wrapped up, Ye Qingning returned to the studio to review the playback and discovered that Lin Feiyan was resting in a chair, dressed in white, with gentle features.

She raised her hand and waved to Lin Feiyan: "Ayan."

Lin Feiyan laughed and said, "Go ahead and do your thing."

Ye Qingning then turned and went to the director's side to watch the film playback.

Looking at her slender back and her long, dark hair, Lin Feiyan felt a strange mix of sadness and bitterness in his heart, and the feeling of being pierced by a thousand arrows swept over him again.

Lin Feiyan subconsciously raised his hand to his chest, then looked at the distant city wall. Even though the figure in red was no longer there, it seemed as if the roar of thousands of troops could be heard.

A deep voice whispered in my ear: "Perhaps death is the best relief..."

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, somewhat unsure of the origin of these emotions.

Fortunately, Ye Qingning had already sat down next to her, held his hand and said to him, "Ayan, why didn't you say anything before you came? I have a scene to film, it won't be until around eight o'clock."

Lin Feiyan turned his head to look at her, and she smiled gently as she met his gaze. The tenderness between their eyes finally made the noise around Lin Feiyan gradually dissipate.

About five or six seconds later, everything fell silent.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine in a bit."

Ye Qingning's assistant brought her a cup of milk tea, but before she could even raise her hand, Lin Feiyan took it from her, opened the straw, inserted it into the cup, and then handed it to Ye Qingning: "Drink it."

Ye Qingning felt a warmth in her heart. While drinking, she asked, "Why do you look a little pale? Have you been too busy lately?"

Lin Feiyan gazed tenderly at Ye Qingning: "I guess so."

“I told you there’s no need to go through all this trouble. I’m not a child who can’t take care of myself.”

Lin Feiyan smiled and said, "It's me who can't live without you."

Ye Qingning: "...You're not a child anymore."

The man looked relaxed: "Perhaps we've returned to simplicity?"

Ye Qingning smiled: "Then go back and get a good night's sleep tonight, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Lin Feiyan nodded: "With you by my side, I sleep quite well."

The two spoke softly, but Li Meng could hear them, and he overheard almost everything.

My heart suddenly felt like it was being scratched by a hundred claws.

She was a supporting actress, so she had to be on call all day. Even if her scheduled scene was at 2 p.m., if the morning scenes were delayed, her scene would be postponed. She always had to be available whenever needed.

She and Ye Qingning used to sit together, in the best chairs and seats on set.

But right now, even though they are both actresses with 3 billion yuan in box office revenue, she is the one who is respected, while she can only stay in the corner and watch the show.

Her resentment was growing stronger every day.

Not far from Li Meng, You Mi watched her gritted teeth and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The proverb "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" probably means the same thing.

...

At 8:30 p.m., Ye Qingning finished filming her scenes and officially wrapped up work.

Before returning, Lin Feiyan's gaze fell on the high city wall again. In his mind, he still saw Ye Qingning in red. She was obviously cute and charming, but he always felt a sense of tragic solemnity.

But the roar of a thousand troops did not reappear; it was as if it were just tinnitus.

However, as night fell, Ye Qingning, dressed in red, entered his dream once again.

This time, there was a blurry figure beside her, a man, dressed in wedding attire, with a golden crown binding his hair, and an aura of cold solemnity.

"Traitor Lin Feiyan, today is your death day. Do you have any last words?"

"My Qing'er..."

"No, it's mine." The man sneered, "Today is my wedding day with the Crown Princess."

"Qing'er loves me, give her back to me!"

As far as the eye could see, Ye Qingning, dressed in a red wedding gown, wore an equally cold expression: "Lin Feiyan, I have never loved you. Prepare to die."

This sound felt like a thousand arrows piercing Lin Feiyan's heart.

He gazed at the woman he longed for with a face full of sorrow: "Qing'er..."

An arrow pierced through the air and struck his heart, but the pain was less than one ten-thousandth of what he had just experienced.

Suddenly, Lin Feiyan opened his eyes, only to be met with complete darkness. The sadness and grief in his chest continued to spread unchecked.

The lingering pain is suffocating.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the person next to him, who was fast asleep.

"Qingqing".

"Hmm?" The woman murmured softly, her voice tinged with a hint of drowsiness. "Ayan, what's wrong?"

It was completely different from the cold and stern voice in the dream just now.

This also soothed the sense of loss and pain in Lin Feiyan's heart. Feeling relieved, he said softly, "It's okay, go to sleep, baby."

Goodnight, my love.

Lin Feiyan hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead: "Goodnight."

It's definitely his Qingqing.

This dream was indeed a bit strange.

It looks so real.