Morning.
Xiao He arrived at the filming location of "The Wind Chaser" on time.
This ancient town, like the mountain villa, is a top filming location for period dramas in China, attracting countless film crews every year.
The area was much larger than I had imagined. Even the street in the center was much wider than in a real scenic ancient town. Large areas were paved with bluestone slabs. Although they looked very old, they did not hurt my feet when I walked on them. The ancient buildings on both sides were also very grand, with the brightly painted redwood shining brightly in the sunlight.
Xiao He stood at the filming location, stomped his foot, and turned his head to see the wire crane from the next film crew turning around.
The person suspended in mid-air seemed like a celestial fairy, dressed in a soft pink dress, her figure ethereal and her movements elegant. The delicate pink did not make her look old; on the contrary, it made her exceptionally eye-catching. The actors waiting for their filming crews to finish all looked up at her, watching her gracefully fly from one side to the other.
This ethereal woman is none other than Yu Xuezheng, the female lead of "Cang Yue Jie".
Because of the distance, Xiao He could only see Yu Xuezheng flying around on that street from time to time, but he couldn't see the details or tell which scene was being filmed. However, Xiao He admired Yu Xuezheng's elegant figure.
However, Xiao He didn't watch the filming for long before he quickly shifted his attention back to the film crew in front of him.
Meanwhile, on the set of "Cang Yue Jie", Uncle Han, who was counting the number of extras, scratched his head in confusion.
"Hey, Xiao Wang, where's Xiao Zhou? I haven't seen him today."
"Huh? No way?"
Wang Yi, who was yawning, barely managed to stop his mouth from opening halfway, and looked around: "Hasn't he arrived yet?"
Because accommodation in this area is always in short supply, extras who come here either rush back to the city or try to snag a regular room to stay overnight.
Some people even rent the nearest house and live nearby year-round.
Wang Yi and Xiao Zhou were both working as extras at the film studio for the first time. After spending some time together, they found that they had good personalities, were not struggling financially, and had certain requirements for accommodation. So they hit it off and became temporary roommates, splitting the hotel room costs together.
Coincidentally, the hotel they stayed at was the same one that Xiao He and the others stayed at, but it was a standard room, so the cost wasn't particularly expensive and the financial burden wasn't too great for the two of them to share.
Despite appearing quite energetic on set, Xiao Zhou actually prefers to sleep in even more than Wang Yi in the mornings. So, Wang Yi usually gets up a few minutes earlier to wash up and arrive at the set first to help with the registration.
Although Xiao Zhou usually gets up late, he is able to arrive at the film set within the last few minutes every day. This has been the case for a while now, and Wang Yi has gotten used to it.
It was only now that Wang Yi suddenly realized that Xiao Zhou hadn't come to the film set this morning!
That shouldn't be the case—
Wang Yi immediately apologized, embarrassed: "Sorry, Uncle Han, the kid probably has diarrhea. I'll go and urge him right away!"
Uncle Han saw through Wang Yi's excuse at a glance, but didn't call him out on it. Instead, he nodded and said, "Okay, go and urge him on."
It's quite common for people to arrive at the film set early to sign in, and usually no one would question it. But these two young people are usually very serious about their work and have great personalities, so Uncle Han was willing to turn a blind eye.
Anyway, there'll be some time for makeup and changing, as long as the people behind them arrive.
"Okay, thank you, thank you Uncle Han!"
Wang Yi immediately bowed to express his gratitude, then jogged to a corner to call Xiao Zhou.
The call went unanswered for a long time.
"Huh? Is this kid really asleep?"
Wang Yi was somewhat puzzled.
Wang Yi was in a rush this morning, and his mind was still foggy. The curtains were drawn, making the room dimly lit, so he couldn't immediately recall whether Xiao Zhou was in bed this morning.
After calling several times without getting a response, Wang Yi began to worry.
"Could something have happened? Or is she sick?"
Wang Yi muttered to himself, feeling somewhat unsure of what to do.
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