Chapter 13
"That was a great shot just now," Tang Lin was very satisfied, but he didn't dare to praise it too much, for fear of being flattered. He just turned around and asked, "What does it feel like to be suspended on a wire?"
"It's a bit tight," Xiao Ziyu thought for a moment and then said, "It's a bit heavy."
After coming down from the wire, some felt dizzy, some vomited, and some suffered from acrophobia, but no one seriously thought about the experience.
Seeing Tang Lin's heavy face, Xiao Ziyu felt a little uneasy, "Teacher Tang, the one I just took..."
"Not bad, not bad. You can just play freely next time." Tang Lin immediately put his thoughts aside and praised him first. He said to Meng Leyu, "Leyu, your mood just now was not right. After returning to the village, you saw that the villagers were killed and Deng Feng was missing. What should Wei Qiao's reaction be?"
"Hate." Meng Leyu said.
He was a little absent-minded the whole morning. When Xiao Ziyu helped him shoot the take-off shots in the past, he was just suspended in the air and doing some fixed movements. How come his wirework skills suddenly improved by leaps and bounds?
"Meng Leyu!" Tang Lin noticed that he was distracted and said in a serious tone, "If you are not in good condition today, don't shoot for now."
Meng Leyu subconsciously defended himself: "No, I..."
"You found out that the villagers were killed by Lin Buwei. This evil guy might still be nearby. You can't just hate him, you also have to be afraid and confused, because you still don't know why Lin Buwei wanted to kill Deng Feng."
"Acting is not just about pretending and reciting the lines. You also need to have eye contact and micro-expressions so that the audience can easily relate to you."
Xiao Ziyu was listening carefully at the side. Although these emotion analysis techniques were of no use to him now, he knew that he couldn't just be a stuntman forever.
"Alright, alright," Tang Lin unscrewed the ice water and took a sip, "Let's take a break and have lunch first, and continue in the afternoon."
Everyone dispersed on the spot, and Tang Lin finally had time to look at Yuan Heng: "Have you eaten?"
Rowley shook his head for him.
"A CEO comes to eat my lunch." Tang Lin scolded with a smile, "You need to eat more. There are several fight scenes in the afternoon, which will consume your energy."
He looked at Luo Li, "Why did you bring a little one with you?"
"This is my apprentice," Zheng Hong said, "Bring him to the crew to learn."
"Director Tang, I've heard of your name for a long time," Luo Li began to talk like a machine gun again, "I grew up watching your movies. You have always been my idol. Before I went to the Cultural Management School, I wanted to apply for the directing major."
"I've only been making movies for a few years. When you were a kid, I was still making documentaries." Tang Lin poked the back of his head. "You're full of nonsense. What's your name?"
Luo Li said coyly: "Luo Li..."
"Okay, Xiao Luoli," Director Tang ordered him out with just one sentence, "Xiao Ziyu doesn't have an agent, so you go and be his assistant first."
"Xiao Ziyu is the one who was flying on the rope just now?" Luo Li's eyes lit up, and he didn't even bother to correct the name. "Okay, I promise to complete the task!"
The lunch break was short and Xiao Ziyu was too lazy to change his clothes. Luo Li had only been on the set for less than half an hour, but he already acted more like the owner than Tang Lin. He took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Boy Yu, come and eat with us."
Xiao Ziyu's eyebrows jumped, but he subconsciously looked at Yuan Heng, "My last name is Xiao..."
"I know," Rowley said nonchalantly, "it makes it look intimate."
After pulling the man over, Luo Li went to take out the lunch box from the thermal box. Xiao Ziyu finally had time to catch his breath when Yuan Heng suddenly asked, "Who did this makeup for you?"
"Makeup artist," Xiao Ziyu reached out and touched it, his fingertips were gray. He knew that this powder was called contouring, and it could change a person's skin appearance.
Yuan Heng also leaned over and wiped it. His slightly cool fingertips rubbed against the skin. Xiao Ziyu only felt an itch on his jaw. Before he could react, the other party withdrew his hand, and only a faint cold fragrance lingered.
Ambergris has always been used in the Eastern Palace of Daliang. The scent is based on the heavy aroma of earth and wood, mixed with the restlessness of flowers in full bloom. Yuan Heng also has that scent on him, and she can't help but inhale more of it when making love with him.
Xiao Ziyu thought he had forgotten that smell, but when he smelled it without any preparation, he still got goose bumps all over his body.
Yuan Heng twisted the powder on his fingertips, not very satisfied. "Ask them to change to a lighter shade this afternoon. This one doesn't suit you."
Xiao Ziyu didn't like his behavior of touching her in public, and didn't want Yuan Heng to interfere, so he insisted, "I don't think it's necessary."
Zheng Hong didn't understand where the undercurrent between the two came from, so he intervened and said, "Actually, they're both OK. Ziyu and Leyu have different face shapes, so just edit them to get the desired effect."
Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, Luo Li came back with four lunch boxes. He distributed the boxes to everyone and said, "I picked one too. You can have a try."
The crew would order lunch boxes with different flavors, and everyone would open them like blind boxes, and they would all be bright red pepper color.
When the south winds return in spring, the climate is extremely hot and humid, so the locals like to eat spicy food to ward off the cold and avoid the dampness. Xiao Ziyu got a serving of spicy chicken, Zheng Hong got a boiled fish, Luo Li got mapo tofu... Everyone looked at Yuan Heng, who slowly opened the lunch box, revealing a serving of juicy green kale with minced meat.
"No, why did you open the hidden version?" Zheng Hong was very puzzled. His mouth was burning with anger and he really wanted to eat some green leafy vegetables.
Yuan Heng raised his eyes and saw, as he had hoped, a stubborn little fox looking at him eagerly.
Xiao Ziyu has a light taste and prefers sweet vegetarian food. He can't eat oily or spicy food. I was exhausted after a whole morning, and my whole body was hot. I couldn't swallow a single bite of the spicy chicken with red oil.
However, he was thin-skinned and couldn't speak again after he had just talked back to someone.
Zheng Hong didn't care. He knew Yuan Heng loved meat, so he was about to exchange it with him when he heard the person next to him say, "This is too plain. Switch with me."
As he said that, he reached out and gave his share to Xiao Ziyu.
Zheng Hong: “…”
Bro, don't you even ask for my opinion? Do you know that I get anxious and angry every day because of all the trivial things I do for you?
Oh, Yuan Heng knows, but Yuan Heng doesn’t want to care.
Luo Li, who was slurping his Mapo Tofu Rice, raised his head and said, "It tastes good. Why don't you eat it?"
Zheng Hong was so angry that he wanted him to grow his brain.
Xiao Ziyu chewed a box of kale slowly but didn't eat much of the rice. Luo Li is young and has a big appetite. He handed over his lunch box without hesitation and said, "If you can't finish it, give it to me."
Xiao Ziyu took out a new pair of chopsticks and picked up the rice for him. Yuan Heng next to him put down the empty lunch box heavily, causing the plastic table to shake twice.
Luo Li didn't understand what was going on, so he reached out to help him. Then Yuan Heng said, "You're going to graduate soon. How's your thesis going?"
He was the only one at the table who was about to graduate, so Luo Li could only bite the bullet and mumble, "Well... I've only written half of it."
"You'll be hired as a full-time employee after you get your diploma." Zheng Hong said, "Sign one more artist to Yuantai Culture and you'll get a commission."
The one who is close to the water gets the moon first. Luo Li asked Xiao Ziyu: "Brother Xiao, have you signed with the company?"
Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was being called: "Not yet."
"Then come to our company!" Luo Li promoted it: "Five social insurances and one housing fund, a handsome agent, and... a generous boss!"
Yuan Heng's eyelids twitched. He felt that if he said a few more words, he would appear petty if he didn't treat the entire crew to a meal.
Xiao Ziyu lowered his eyes: "I haven't thought about it yet."
"Don't worry, don't rush. Take your time." Luo Li was not embarrassed by being rejected at all. He clapped his hands cunningly. "With Xiao's figure and skills, I will be your agent and earn a million dollars a year!"
"Even a million-dollar annual salary can't stop you from talking!" Zheng Hong slapped him on the head, "If you can't make it, go do crosstalk, it's a sure win."
After the meal, Yuan Heng went to the building to put on makeup and change clothes, while Xiao Ziyu returned to the hotel to get his small backpack. The lunch break was not short, and he had nothing to do during the breaks in filming, so he wanted to learn more.
The learning machine takes into account all-round development. It can be used to learn both pinyin and English. Xiao Ziyu finds it very useful. After all, modern society is different from the Daliang Dynasty. The commonly used languages in the world are foreign languages, just like the bathtub in Yuan Heng's room, which are imported.
So when Yuan Heng came out after cleaning up, he saw Xiao Ziyu in a white shirt sitting in a rocking chair under a tree, watching the screen seriously. His posture and demeanor were very much like that of a nobleman who had come out to enjoy the cool air after a full meal. His clothes were as bright as jade, with the hem of his clothes blown up by the wind, and he looked like a scholar dancing gracefully.
The staff coming and going couldn't help but lighten their footsteps for fear of disturbing him.
Yuan Heng had neither elegance nor tact. He looked like a ghost in black clothes and robes, and even his face was covered with simulated blood plasma. He walked over with his hands behind his back. Xiao Ziyu looked up as if he noticed something. When their eyes met, the gentle and jade-like Master Xiao recited the sentence he had just memorized: "How are you?"
Yuan Heng was stunned for a moment, as if he was in a trance and subconsciously blurted out his good mood: "Not bad"
"bad...bad, not bad," Xiao Ziyu muttered to himself, and clicked on the learning machine with a confused look on his face. He remembered that this was not the answer in the book.
"Fine, thank you." Yuan Heng compromised, "and you?"
Just right! Xiao Ziyu immediately smiled, "I'm fine too!"
"What year's edition of that crappy English book are you reading?" Yuan Heng said with disdain.
The information in the learning machine was what Wang Ma had downloaded for him before. Xiao Ziyu clicked back to the catalog and took a look. He was not used to the current calendar system yet, so he said stiffly, "2012."
Yes, ten years ago.
Yuan Heng lifted his robe and sat down opposite him, stretching his hand forward: "Let me see."
Xiao Ziyu handed him the reading machine hesitantly, "What are you doing?"
Still worried, he reminded her: "Don't break it."
Yuan Heng swiped his fingertips across the screen, deleted the old books, searched for the latest version of the information and downloaded it, and said casually: "Don't worry, it won't break."
Xiao Ziyu didn't know where he was going. He opened his phoenix eyes slightly and stared at Yuan Heng's bony fingers moving around. He felt that the mid-spring weather was getting hotter. "You, what are you talking about?"
"I said your information is too old," Yuan Heng paused, his tone becoming playful, "Should I ask what Master Xiao is thinking?"
Xiao Ziyu lay back on the recliner and said, "...I'm talking about the learning machine."
When he came to his senses, Yuan Heng had already stuffed the learning machine back into his arms: "Learning English requires context, not just reading books."
Xiao Ziyu looked back at the screen and found that Yuan Heng had downloaded a cartoon. After clicking play, a pink pig jumped out: "I'm Peppa pig. This is my little brother, Ge."
The piglet began to grunt and roll around in the mud. Xiao Ziyu said sincerely, "Thank you."
The break was over and Tang Lin shouted for everyone to gather in the middle of the venue.
In the afternoon, their group was going to shoot the fight scene between Wei Qiao and Lin Buwei. Yuan Heng put away his nonchalant look and he got into the role so quickly that Xiao Ziyu's heart sank when he saw those eyes as black as ink.
The Crown Prince Yuan Heng back then was exactly this crazy and violent.
Wei Qiao held a soft sword, while Lin Buwei's weapon was a long whip. Xiao Ziyu shook the weight of the sword, it was a little too light, it would be difficult to hold down the force, and the blade would tilt.
He raised his hand and made a sword flower. The soft sword seemed to come alive, spinning in his palm, and the prop made a whooshing sound through the air. Xiao Ziyu moved with the sword, his feet spinning like lotus flowers, making it impossible to see his movements clearly, and one could only catch a glimpse of the fluttering corners of his clothes.
Since the props were not sharpened, he played boldly, and finally he turned his wrist and pulled the sword into his arms. The soft sword jumped up to his waist like a snake, and the tip of the sword was retracted into the handle, and it was locked with a click.
"Damn, he's so good at playing in the circle of sex!" Luo Li was stunned.
There was a burst of applause all around, and the photography teacher captured this scene in time so that it could be released as a behind-the-scenes footage later.
"Sure, Xiao Xiao!" Tang Lin couldn't let go of this genius, and turned to Yuan Heng and asked, "Do you feel any pressure?"
Yuan Heng smiled perfunctorily, "Not yet."
"Come on, get on the wire!" Tang Lin shouted.
Since both of them are kung fu masters, Tang Lin doesn't even need a martial arts instructor and plans to let them perform freely.
After the board was hit, Xiao Ziyu was the first to jump into the air. The staff quickly adjusted their steps and caught up with him. Yuan Heng took a light step and jumped two meters high, blocking his way from the side.
"Snap!" The whip was swung against the wind, making a crackling sound.
Xiao Ziyu did not dodge, but raised his hand to stab Yuan Heng's wrist, but the other party dodged and swam down, landing on a low roof.
Yuan Heng didn't give him time to breathe, and chased after him by walking on the roof, but his footsteps were so light that there was not even a sound. Xiao Ziyu once again swung his sword in a flower pattern to avoid being entangled by the whip, while approaching Yuan Heng. He took a risky move, and the tip of the whip brushed against the ends of his hair, breaking off a few strands of hair. Xiao Ziyu had already approached Yuan Heng!
His chest rose and fell slightly. The whip was a long-range attack weapon, and he was only an arm's length away from Yuan Heng. Xiao Ziyu raised his hand without hesitation, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the opponent's chest!
Yuan Heng did not dodge. There was an imperceptible madness burning in his dark eyes. His black robe billowed, looking very much like a black robe embroidered with dark golden dragon patterns. The smell of ambergris was approaching, and Xiao Ziyu paused in his stabbing movement. The soft sword slipped out of his hand and suddenly fell from a height of several meters.
In just a few microseconds, the long whip in Yuan Heng's hand had already wrapped around Xiao Ziyu's waist. Standing on the slanted roof, Xiao Ziyu lost his balance and fell straight down.
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