Jiang Yixing is the most unique among He Mang's girlfriends. Most of his girlfriends are the same type as him, and their relationships are just for fun in life; none of them are really serious about them.
If you always say sweet words and give nice gifts, who cares whether someone is truly in love with you?
Ultimately, isn't love just an exchange of benefits between two people? It's about having each other's company when they feel empty and lonely.
He Mang has always thought this way, which is why he never makes romance films. He doesn't understand or agree with the things in romance films.
But Jiang Yixing seemed different. She took relationships seriously, preparing as thoroughly as she would for her studies. She would research what you liked to eat and what you liked to do, and then devote herself to you wholeheartedly.
He Mang couldn't understand why not asking for anything in return made him panic.
So they broke up hastily.
"Director He."
Jiang Yixing stood in front of He Mang, the once somewhat naive girl now blossoming into a radiant and dazzling young woman.
He Mang rubbed her long hair, tied it up with a hair tie, shook off her chaotic thoughts, and focused on her work.
"start."
At He Mang's command, the staff on site sprang into action, each person acting as a cog in a machine, creating a well-organized factory.
Jiang Yixing stood in the set, the large lights in front of him were turned on, and the camera was in position, very close to Jiang Yixing's face.
Jiang Yixing blinked, adjusting to the glaring light. She lay half-reclined on the lawn, the green plastic grass feeling a bit prickly.
With sound recording, lighting, and video recording all in place, the on-site personnel held their breath and were ready to go.
He Mang waved his hand, and Jiang Yixing began his performance.
She woke up from her sleep, looking around with a slightly confused expression.
The long hem of her skirt trailed on the ground, leaving streaks.
The camera zoomed in, and Jiang Yixing's eyelashes fluttered. Her skin was flawless on the high-definition screen. She slightly raised her eyes, revealing clear, light brown pupils, and her lips were pursed.
Everything on site remained normal. He Mang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop!"
Remembering that he had just eaten someone else's breakfast, He Mang suppressed his emotions and said in a friendly manner, "Your mood is off. Pay attention to your micro-expressions."
Jiang Yixing blinked; clearly, her impromptu acting practice couldn't make up for what she'd missed for three hundred years.
For her now, it would be much easier to get her to fight.
Jiang Yixing said loudly, "I'm sorry, I'll correct it!"
He Mang was stunned for a moment. The fact that she admitted her mistake so quickly made him swallow the words of anger he wanted to say.
The next scene was about to start filming, and there was no time for Jiang Yixing to make adjustments. Fortunately, Jiang Yixing was a quick learner and remembered all the key points He Mang mentioned, so he didn't make the same mistake again.
He Mang watched Jiang Yixing's performance on the screen and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Yixing corrected the parts he mentioned, but there were problems with the parts he didn't mention.
"stop!"
Jiang Yixing stopped what he was doing and looked at He Mang.
"Jiang Yixing! Don't be stiff! Pay attention to your expressions and movements! Can't you be more fluid?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."
The next time, Jiang Yixing quickly corrected his mistake, only to be stopped again.
Why aren't you looking at the camera?
"Focus your eyes! Don't let them wander!"
"Can an actor be afraid of a camera?"
"sorry!"
Then the next time:
"What are you doing? Why are you looking at me so sharply? Are you trying to eat me alive?"
"Be gentler! Did you hear me!"
Next time:
"What did I just say about this place? Tears! Tears! Where did the tears go?!"
Throughout the morning, He Mang taught and filmed at the same time, starting with gentle and harmonious words, but later scolding Jiang Yixing mercilessly.
When lunchtime finally arrived, Zhang Meng, seeing the situation on the ground, had already booked lunch and afternoon tea for everyone, fearing that the staff might have a problem with Jiang Yixing.
The staff were used to it, but He Mang just had that nitpicky, dog-like temper.
He Mang looked at Jiang Yixing with a half-smile, "So you've come here to learn from me?"
Throughout the morning, He Mang would say a little, and Jiang Yixing would learn a little. By the end of the shoot, the quality had improved significantly compared to the morning.
Jiang Yixing had long since put aside the unpleasant past. She wasn't angry at being scolded all morning. She stuck out her tongue and handed He Mang a cup of milk tea. "Thank you for your careful instruction, Director He. I promise I won't make the same mistakes again!"
"Heh." He Mang took the drink, the label on the bottle read "Taro Paste Thick Milk," and his expression instantly became subtle.
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