Chapter 37
There was a thunderstorm in the second half of the night. When Yuan Ye got up to close the window, he found Xiao Ziyu clinging tightly to his brother's arms. He seemed to be startled by the thunder, and his shoulders covered by long hair shuddered.
When he came back after closing the window, Yuan Heng, who was sleeping, raised one hand to cover Xiao Ziyu's ear, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.
The showers stopped before daybreak.
Xiao Ziyu opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to see the banana leaves outside the window soaked in water, green and crisp.
He reacted belatedly and found himself restrained. Yuan Heng held the back of his neck with one hand and the other around his waist, with his chest rising and falling slightly.
Without the embellishment of perfume, a more primitive scent emerged. Yuan Heng used the mint toothpaste provided by the hospital last night, and the mint toothpaste mixed with it smelled unexpectedly good.
He took a shallow breath, and a low, hoarse voice came from above his head: "Awake?"
Xiao Ziyu froze, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He didn't have time to respond, and first tried to pry the big hand at his waist: "Take it away..."
Yuan Heng had no intention of letting go: "You hummed and burrowed into my arms last night, but you forgot about it after you fell asleep?"
Xiao Ziyu doesn't snore or hum when he sleeps, so he knows that Yuan Heng is making it up. But there were more than just the two of them in the room, and he didn't know if Yuan Ye on the other bed had woken up. He didn't want to make a big noise, so he said kindly: "I'm going to get up."
Yuan Heng remained unmoved and even closed his eyes leisurely.
Xiao Ziyu didn't waste any more words and began to push Yuan Heng's shoulders. The muscles under his palms were hard and his face turned red. However, Yuan Heng turned sideways unexpectedly. Xiao Ziyu didn't have time to retract his strength and fell on Yuan Heng, completely waking up.
Not only did he wake up, his hair stood on end. Through his hospital gown, he could feel the thing that had once tried to kill him.
Yuan Ye on the other bed moved and opened his eyes: "Hmm..."
Seeing the two of them entangled together, he did not react much, and rubbed his eyes with his hands: "Brother, sister-in-law, good morning..."
Xiao Ziyu rolled over and got out of bed as if he had been electrocuted. His heels were still weak, and he said, "Good morning."
The swelling on Yuan Heng's foot has gone down, but he still has to wear protective gear. He disliked the bad smell in the ward and the bad food in the hospital, so he decided to check out and return to Blue Ocean.
Yuan Ye asked the family driver, Lao Zhao, to come and see the person off. The 1.80-meter-tall young man supported his brother and walked briskly.
Even after returning to Lanhai, he was still worried: "Sister-in-law, is your small body really okay? Or you should hire a nurse, my brother is so big."
Before Xiao Ziyu could express his opinion, Yuan Heng became impatient and said, "Don't give me any more orders."
Yuan Ye: "Okay brother, I'll disappear immediately."
Staying in bed to recuperate actually requires patience, but Yuan Heng is not a patient person, and the injury is only on such a small part of his body as the ankle. The master bedroom became his temporary office. Yuan Heng put two backrests behind him, leaned against the head of the bed, and remotely connected to the meeting using a tablet.
Routine work reports are made every Friday. The head of the business department was a former civil servant and always spoke in a very different way, using words like "implement", "promote" and "look forward to". He could spend half an hour on a 300-word report. Yuan Heng was annoyed and spoke directly: "Keep it short."
"What is the policy? You are still doing something that is not recommended. Has your business department practiced iron head skills?"
Xiao Ziyu listened to Yuan Heng's scolding through the door and slowly turned over a page of the script. "Jade Fan" was originally scheduled to start filming next week. After the accident, the crew also contacted him and sent gifts to express their condolences.
Before I finished reading the line of words, Luo Li called me, "Brother Xiao, I defended my thesis yesterday, but I just saw the news today. Are you okay?"
Xiao Ziyu: "Just some scratches."
"It's good that you didn't break any bones." Luo Li breathed a sigh of relief. "Where's Teacher Yuan? I think he's in the hospital too."
"His condition is more serious. He sprained his ankle," said Xiao Ziyu.
Luo Li was anxious: "Which hospital are you in? I'll go there as soon as I finish getting my graduation materials."
"No need." Xiao Ziyu paused, "We are discharged from the hospital... I am going home."
"Back to Blue Sea?" Luo Li asked worriedly, "Is there anyone taking care of you?"
Xiao Ziyu: “…I think so.”
Luo Li responded quickly: "I almost forgot that you have a partner. Brother Xiao, have a good rest and contact me if you have any problems."
After hanging up the phone, there was no sound in the master bedroom. Xiao Ziyu was just about to take the menu to order food when the door opened and Yuan Heng came out with a cane.
He stood up and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Yuan Heng said: "Take a bath."
Xiao Ziyu was shocked: "How can I wash my injured foot?"
Yuan Heng leaned against the door frame and tapped his cane rhythmically: "Then I can't stink."
The two sides confronted each other. Xiao Ziyu thought about who made him look like this, and gave in: "I'll help you wipe it."
Yuan Heng was in a good mood and said, "You are so conscientious."
Xiao Ziyu was stunned and seriously suspected that Yuan Heng did it on purpose.
Xiao Ziyu still lacks experience in serving others, and what little skills he had left in his past life and this life were all spent on Yuan Heng.
He brought a hot water towel. Yuan Heng frowned on the bed and said, "That's for wiping feet."
There is a shelf of towels in the bathroom, arranged in order from small to large, and I didn’t expect that they are also divided into categories. Xiao Ziyu went back to change the clothes he wore to wipe his body, secretly complaining that Yuan Heng was not the crown prince in this life, but the crown prince's illness was no less severe.
He remembered how Yuan Heng was picky about his subordinates, so he wrung out the towel and tried his best not to let him find any mistakes.
Starting from the smooth shoulders, Xiao Ziyu touched the tight muscles again and wiped them one by one with the towel. He caught Yuan Heng's sight from the corner of his eye and was a little upset: "Can you stop staring at me?"
Yuan Heng shifted his gaze away from the white and slender fingers: "Then where should I look at?"
Xiao Ziyu reached out to cover his eyes: "Close your eyes."
Yuan Heng said seriously: "If I close my eyes, I will think of something wrong."
Xiao Ziyu was puzzled: "What are you thinking?"
"What did you say?" Yuan Heng said excessively, "Skin-to-skin contact, and you want me to close my eyes, do you like blindfolding?"
Xiao Ziyu was a studious ancient man: "What play?"
Yuan Heng sighed heavily and turned his head away: "Wipe it quickly."
After Xiao Ziyu wiped his upper body, he lifted the quilt and tried to pull his belt. Yuan Heng was about to take a nap, but then he woke up again: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Ziyu: "Don't you need to wipe it down there?"
Wiping someone's body is a physical job. Xiao Ziyu had a thin layer of sweat on his face, and his cheeks and nose were red. His sleeves were rolled up in two folds and pushed to his elbows, revealing his round and delicate joints. Yuan Heng felt his throat tighten: "No need, you can go out."
Xiao Ziyu was suspicious: "Can you do it yourself?"
Yuan Heng said nothing, but put the quilt back to cover his thighs.
His movements were not slow, but Xiao Ziyu had been with him day and night for nearly ten years and knew every move of the Crown Prince very well. At this moment, he slowly widened his eyes in disbelief.
Yuan Heng felt that he was going to fail, so he had to save face and repeated, "You go out first."
Xiao Ziyu raised the corners of his lips, revealing a rare bit of romantic teasing: "Is half an hour enough?"
"What are you thinking about?" Yuan Heng said with a frown, "Get out."
Yuan Heng lay in bed at home for a week and was barely able to walk. The police have been investigating the cause of the wire break, but the progress has been slow. Instead, the news came from a private detective.
The other party sent a surveillance video.
The surveillance video was taken at a hardware store near the studio. The night before the filming began, someone came to the hardware store, bought a wrench, and went straight into the studio.
Normally, one needs a work permit to enter the studio, but there were so many people coming and going that I don’t know how the other party negotiated with the security guard, but he actually walked in with a toolbox in his hand.
"It should be him." Private detective Ms. Li paused the surveillance footage and captured a man in a mask and a baseball cap. The brim of the hat was pulled down so low that his eyes were almost invisible.
Ms. Li said: "There are only three crews shooting recently. We have asked all of them, and no one has hired a repairman."
Yuan Heng groaned: "Can we find this person?"
Ms. Li said: "I can't guarantee it. After all, we are not a formal case handling agency. If we want to track it further, we need a police investigation warrant."
However, three days later, news came from the police station that someone had voluntarily confessed to the crime.
The one who confessed was a temporary worker in charge of the location of the crew. He looked to be in his fifties. He seemed a little overwhelmed in the interrogation room, and his rough hands clenched nervously: "I, I don't like Xiao Ziyu, and I got excited and…"
The interrogating police officer asked, "Why do you dislike him?"
"What's the reason for this?" the uncle said, "He looks down on us odd-jobbers, so we can't hate him?"
Yuan Heng watched the whole process in the monitoring room. His handsome face was gloomy and veins in his neck were throbbing. He asked Tang Lin: "Do you believe he did it?"
Tang Lin was also a little puzzled: "Although Lao Wang is a temporary worker, he has been taking jobs in this studio for many years. All the nearby crews know him."
"Besides, Xiao Ziyu would never look down on the staff. After each shoot, he helped to clean up the props and even left lunch boxes for the staff who didn't have time to eat."
"Someone asked him to take the blame." Yuan Heng said in a deep voice.
As expected, the case ended smoothly. Because there were no major casualties, Lao Wang was sentenced to one year in detention and fined a few thousand yuan.
When the verdict came out, Xiao Ziyu was about to join the crew of "Qing Yu'an". Yuantai provided him with a private RV with all daily necessities, so he only needed to bring some daily clothes.
He didn't quite understand the legal process in modern society, and was a little confused as he folded his clothes: "What does this mean?"
Yuan Heng had difficulty walking, so he leaned on the sofa and watched him clean up: "It means that someone has saved Meng Leyu. You should be smarter after joining the team, so that there won't be someone who will take the blame for you every time."
Xiao Ziyu ignored this and realized it later. He was a little surprised: "Are you worried about me?"
Yuan Heng flipped a page of documents: "I'm worried about the company's property."
It was already past morning, and the advantages of the large flat were revealed. The sunlight filled half of the room and flowed through Yuan Heng's fingertips as he turned the pages. Xiao Ziyu suddenly thought that they had lived together for so long, and they were either filming or working, and it seemed that they had never really been in the same room together.
The longer the two are together, the easier it is for them to reveal flaws. If Yuan Heng never recovers his memory, and one day finds out that he is not the original "Xiao Ziyu" but an ancient man from thousands of years ago, how will he feel?
Before he could come up with a conclusion, Yuan Heng suddenly reminded him, "You don't need to wear a woolen sweater in June."
Xiao Ziyu was stunned when he saw the neatly folded black wool sweater in his hand. It was the one he borrowed from Yuan Heng after the rain scene, and he had forgotten to return it.
He nodded and put the sweater back into the locker. He thought Yuan Heng would take the opportunity to say something bad, but he suddenly stood up and dragged his injured leg to pull out a pure cotton T-shirt from the closet: "If you get caught in the rain again, you can change into this."
"Oh..." Xiao Ziyu folded the clothes and put them into the suitcase, "Thank you."
This time joining the group was much more relaxed than last time.
Yuantai has equipped Xiao Ziyu with a basic team, including Luo Li, who has become a formal agent, as well as a life assistant and a makeup artist.
The personal assistant is called Wang Kai, who is older than them. He has worked with several artists before and is familiar with the affairs of the crew. Xiao Ziyu and Luo Li call him Brother Kai.
The group headed to the airport. Luo Li was extremely excited to have successfully graduated and become a formal employee. "Brother Xiao, you are awesome. This is the first time our company has provided a formal team for a newly signed artist. We upgraded the hotel, and also provided a nanny car, a Toyota Alpha. I didn't expect to have such good conditions for the first formal filming."
"Really?" Xiao Ziyu was a little surprised. "What are the normal conditions like?"
"For example, my good friends in the dormitory are now all managing young artists and have to do all kinds of work. It's impossible for the company to provide them with cars, let alone upgrade their hotels," Luo Li became more and more excited as he spoke, and started to blurt out everything. "If you and Teacher Yuan hadn't kept yourselves clean, I would have thought your partner was Teacher Yuan!"
Xiao Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt guilty for some reason: "Well, it's not him."
Luo Li did not continue to inquire. He led the person to the waiting room and went to check in the luggage with Wang Kai.
The people waiting in the VIP room were sitting separately, and no one noticed this. Xiao Ziyu took out his phone, found Yuan Heng's name on WeChat, and sent a message reservedly: "Thank you."
Yuan Heng did not reply. He should still be in a meeting at this time. Xiao Ziyu put his phone back into his pocket and pinched the corner of his clothes as if it was a little hot.
After getting off the plane, the Toyota Alpha that Luo Li had been looking forward to was already parked at the airport exit. It took two or three hours of driving on the highway before he officially arrived at the crew.
The last time Xiao Ziyu served as a stand-in, no one knew him. This time he played the second male lead, and the crew greeted him in advance, and some actors began to come forward to greet him.
In addition to Director Yang and the chief screenwriter, the protagonist Zhou Qilin had also arrived. His nanny car was parked not far away, and it was the same model as Xiao Ziyu's.
Zhou Qilin greeted him lively, without any embarrassment of being bumped into by a newcomer: "Zi Yu is quite good."
Xiao Ziyu shook hands with him and said, "I'll have to trouble Mr. Zhou for your guidance in the future."
Because the abandoned prince Wei Zhouqi has no official female lead in the play, the female characters with more roles in the play include Fang Jingshi's elder sister Fang Ruoyu who married far away, and Wanhe, the geisha assassin trained by Fang Jingshi.
The two actors are film queen Song Mei and popular young actress Chen Churan.
Xiao Ziyu had done his homework beforehand and knew that Song Mei was from Sichuan and Chongqing, had a forthright personality and loved spicy food, whereas Chen Churan had a gentle temper, was a little introverted, and had a very sweet smile.
He prescribed the right remedy. He first discussed the script with Song Mei, and then called Chen Churan, who was isolated from the crowd, to join in. Soon he became familiar with everyone.
After everyone arrived, the opening ceremony officially began. Xiao Ziyu changed into Fang Jingshi's clothes in the drama and went to burn incense in front of the cauldron.
During the Daliang Dynasty, Yuan Heng did not offer sacrifices to heaven or worship gods. Instead, whenever a festival required sacrifices, the king would show up and lead his ministers to complete the ceremony, praying for good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people in the coming year. So much so that the folk prayer stickers in Daliang all feature Xiao Ziyu's thin and bright silhouette.
Xiao Ziyu held three incense sticks, bowed three times respectfully, closed his eyes and prayed, then performed a great ceremony before calmly inserting the incense into the ashes.
He was wearing a moon-white gown, a jade-green bun, and had a calm expression. Blue-grey smoke shrouded his eyebrows, adding a bit of compassion to his lowered eyes.
Xiao Ziyu stood up solemnly, but found that everyone around him was silent. Zhou Qilin, who had already burned incense, Song Mei, who was holding an incense stick, and even Director Yang, who was about to remove the red cloth for the camera, all stopped what they were doing and looked at him quietly.
Xiao Ziyu tightened the corners of his lips. Isn't this how you burn incense here?
He opened his mouth and asked sincerely, "Is there anything wrong with what I did just now?"
"Ah, no, no." Song Mei waved her hands, "I just feel... a little shocked."
After all, for these veteran actors, the opening ceremony is just a formality. Believe it or not, as long as there is a process, it will be fine. This is the first time I have seen someone perform the full set of etiquette like Xiao Ziyu did. Moreover, this is not the widely circulated simplified etiquette. It is more like some lost craft rooted in civilization. It is gorgeous and shocking, which makes people awe-inspiring.
It was Zhou Qilin who broke the overly quiet atmosphere: "Is there any sacrificial tradition in Ziyu's hometown?"
Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the people around him were just queuing up and taking turns to insert the incense into the cauldron, but he habitually followed the Liang ritual. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and quickly took the opportunity to say, "Yes, it's the custom in my hometown."
The group expressed their understanding, and Song Mei joked, "It's a bit of a waste of talent to let you play a romantic playboy. This is definitely a reclusive master."
Everyone treated the incident as a joke, but Director Yang and the chief screenwriter looked at each other, and both saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.
Before the official shooting began, there was a simple on-site reading, in which Director Yang led the actors through the script, analyzing the personalities of important characters to help them get into their roles.
In the play, Wei Zhouqi, as an abandoned prince, endured humiliation for more than ten years, and finally tore off his honest disguise and coup to become king;
On the other hand, Fang Jingshi, the youngest son of a general, has always been brooding over his mother's death. His father and elder brother appear to be respected ministers and generals, but they rape women in secret. In order to consolidate their status, they even marry their eldest sister off to a distant place.
He grew up in a divided environment. He listened to people praising his father, but his mind was filled with the tragic scene of his mother before her death. The playboy's skin was already filled with hatred.
Wei Zhouqi needed Fang Jingshi's intelligence network, while Fang Jingshi needed Wei Zhouqi's power in the palace. The two used each other and appreciated each other, but still found out some true and false feelings in the conspiracy and secret struggle.
Director Yang usually doesn't talk much, but when he explains the script, it's very detailed and easy to understand, and it's easy to understand: "What you need to understand is the way Wei Zhouqi and Fang Jingshi get along with each other, the collision of soulmates, and the lack of friendship. Only in this way can the interaction between the characters have tension."
The chief screenwriter continued, "It can also be understood that Wei Zhouqi will not go to Fang Jingshi for a drink, but will accompany him to watch the stars when he is depressed."
Xiao Ziyu looked at the chief screenwriter, his name was Du Ruochao, he looked to be about the same age as Director Yang, but he was much easier to talk to than Director Yang. He was present at every audition to the start of filming, and it was obvious that he was very interested in the script.
The scene they are going to shoot today is Fang Jingshi going into battle with Wei Zhou and dealing with defeated prisoners.
Xiao Ziyu was familiar with this scene.
After they first met at the Imperial Banquet, Yuan Heng first sent him to Guanwa Palace to be a tutor, and later recruited him to be his study companion. The two were almost inseparable, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would also take him with him when he went to war.
That year, the Liang army defeated the Qiuci tribe and captured hundreds of prisoners. The people of Kucha had fierce faces, strong muscles, and a lot of body hair, and looked no different from animals to the people in the Central Plains. The men roared and spontaneously protected the women and children in the middle. They bit the ropes on their wrists with their teeth, wishing they could skin and eat the fair-skinned Central Plains monkeys.
That was the first time that Xiao Ziyu saw the lonely smoke in the desert and the battlefield on the frontier. He had only heard that Prince Yuan Heng was hanging around in the military camp and living with the soldiers, but he never expected it to be such a horrible situation.
He clenched his fists tightly, resisting the trembling in his body, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said to Yuan Heng: "The woman and the child are innocent, can you give them a chance to live?"
Yuan Heng glanced at him and said lazily, "Letting them return to the tribe will only cause trouble."
Xiao Ziyu insisted: "Perhaps we can take them into the army and let them take care of the cleaning and seek survival."
Yuan Heng did not argue with him. He just looked at him deeply with his dark eyes, and then said to his men, "Let the woman go."
The women of Kucha also have strong and plump figures. They have submissive expressions and withered hair. When they see people untying the shackles on them, they are more cautious than relieved.
The military translator, who understood Kucha language, stepped forward and was about to explain the great kindness of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince when a woman suddenly jumped up and strangled the translator's neck with her muscular right arm!
The others also broke free from their restraints and attacked the nearest Central Plains people, and two even rushed straight towards the prince.
Yuan Heng sighed lightly, as if he had expected this outcome. He put his arm around Xiao Ziyu's waist and pulled him into his arms. He extended his left hand and used his wide sleeves to block the man completely. The next second, the guard beside her pierced the woman's chest with a gun, and blood splattered on the dark robe.
Xiao Ziyu's eyes widened, his chest rising and falling in shock. After a long while, he turned pale and asked, "How could this happen?"
"Your idea is good, but it's unrealistic." Yuan Heng looked down at him, "They won't be grateful for your sudden kindness. They will only remember the ashes of their burned homes. This is the battlefield."
That day, more than a hundred prisoners were pitted and then burned. Xiao Ziyu went from being stunned to numb, and seemed to not understand how this man, who was only three years older than him, could be so decisive. A chill ran down his spine, and for the first time he realized what kind of murderous intent and revenge he would face if he stood against His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
He was in a daze until someone touched his hand and Zhou Qilin reminded him, "Zi Yu, it's your turn."
Xiao Ziyu came back to his senses, looked at his script, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, can you spare the woman and the child?"
Fang Jingshi is good at intelligence exchanges, but he has never been exposed to a real battlefield of blood and bloodshed. Moreover, he usually hangs out in Yanyun Pavilion, and most of the assassins he trains are women. Naturally, he knows how difficult it is for women to make a living, and he can't bear it.
The scene of Wei Zhou killing prisoners together shocked him greatly.
His emotions were just right, with a hint of persistence amidst his confusion, his lips trembling a little, but he still tried his best to suppress his uneasiness.
By now, everyone had basically taken a turn at the reading session. Director Yang was very strict, and everyone had been pointed out for inappropriate things to some extent.
After Xiao Ziyu finished reading, his eyes were empty and blank, and a little bit at a loss, as if he had really witnessed the battlefield where bones were buried in the yellow sand and a massacre that took place thousands of years ago.
Director Yang's eyes swept over him without interrupting him, secretly admiring the infectiousness of Xiao Ziyu's performance.
What a good actor needs is never over-the-top acting, but to draw the audience into the play through subtle details, so as to obtain the best viewing experience. He chose Xiao Ziyu at the beginning because he had put Zhou Qilin into a state of distress without him noticing. It seemed that his judgment at that time was correct.
"Very good." Director Yang summarized the reading session with two short words, "Get ready for the moves, and we'll go through it again."
On the first day of work, the workload was not very heavy and we finished work on time in the evening.
But the weather has been getting warmer recently, and it's easy to get sweaty when wearing three layers of ancient costumes. Xiao Ziyu first went to the nanny car to change his clothes. His face was red and covered with tiny beads of sweat.
The crew posted the final makeup photos and materials for today’s opening party on Weibo, and a topic #萧子煜神# appeared on the hot searches.
Luo Li excitedly scrolled through his Weibo: "Brother Xiao, you are really good. You brought in traffic on the first day. You don't even need the company to buy hot searches for you."
The photographer seemed to have taken the picture specially for him, even his drooping eyelashes were clearly visible. Xiao Ziyu had his eyes closed, his posture was pious and yet also contained a hint of compassion. His thin figure made people feel even more pitiful, and there was a burst of screams in the square.
[Such a pious look...]
[This is really a male Bodhisattva!] (Covering nosebleed)]
[Yu Yu is so serious when burning incense. I love you so much.] 】
[Is there really no one who feels this is very erotic?! Want to surpass】
【Some 18+ scenes automatically play in my mind. 】
[We want a male Bodhisattva, we want a male Bodhisattva!] 】
Xiao Ziyu has gradually become accustomed to the unrestrained nature of netizens and deliberately ignores certain remarks. Brother Kai and Luo Li stayed in the crew to help with the aftermath, and he went straight back to a nearby hotel.
As the day was fading, he stepped on the shadows of the trees on the ground. When he arrived at the hotel entrance, someone suddenly said to him, "Zi Yu, are you staying here too?"
Xiao Ziyu looked up and it was Zhou Qilin.
Not only did he bump into the actor's nanny car during the day, but he also bumped into someone else's hotel at night. Xiao Ziyu felt that Yuantai really treated him well, so he asked politely, "Teacher Zhou is staying here too?"
"Yes," Zhou Qilin had filmed here many times and had a fixed suite in the hotel. He was used to drinking some coffee before meals to moisten his throat, so he took the initiative to invite, "The bar here is nice, do you want to go have a drink together?"
Before Xiao Ziyu could respond, the phone rang like a card. Xiao Ziyu swiped the phone and answered it, saying, "Sorry."
Yuan Heng's face appeared on the screen. He was wearing a black suit with broad shoulders and back. Judging from the background, he looked like he was in a company.
Xiao Ziyu had never used video calls before, so it was a bit novel for a moment.
Yuan Heng just looked at the screen blankly, then adjusted his position back and forth. His facial features suddenly magnified, and he could clearly see his beautifully shaped lips opening and closing: "Yuan Heng?"
"You can move it farther away." A voice came from outside the screen, and then the camera was pulled away, revealing Xiao Ziyu's entire face.
He looked up and said to someone unknown: "Thank you."
Yuan Heng's face darkened, and before he could react, he blurted out, "Who is that?"
Yuan Heng: You competed with me for the Best Actor award before, and now you want to steal my wife?
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