Chapter 30 Coaxing a Child Qin Weijin's expression changed, and he subconsciously went to look for...
Qin Weijin was somewhat surprised, but quickly understood.
He could barely contain his smile: "Why are you giving me this?"
What was she doing? Mo Ningzhi didn't even know what she was doing.
He was always lacking in the ability to comfort people. He would instinctively try to avoid others when they were sad. He couldn't come up with comforting words because he felt they were pretentious. But when he saw Qin Weijin crying with red eyes in front of the camera, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted. He didn't know how to comfort people, so he could only find a piece of candy and stuff it into his mouth.
"I just bought it at the supermarket, you can try it."
Over the years, Qin Weijin has filmed many mentally taxing dramas, and he needs a short rest and adjustment period afterward. He usually listens to soothing music, looks at landscape pictures, or plays games, all of which help him return to normal. But after today, eating candy will probably be added to his list of options.
Qin Weijin grasped the candy, his fingertip pricked by the hard candy wrapper. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy: "Are you trying to coax a child?"
Mo Ningzhi already felt that giving away candy was a bit stupid, and now her face tightened even more. "Give it back if you're not going to eat it."
He reached out to grab it, but Qin Weijin stepped aside.
"I didn't say I wouldn't eat it." Qin Weijin put the candy into his pocket. "Thank you for your comforting words. I feel much better now."
Mo Ning thought to herself, "Who wants to comfort you?" But seeing Qin Weijin's reddened eyes, she ultimately said nothing.
Qin Weijin had been wondering where Mo Ningzhi had gone, but after getting into the car, he found out completely.
The chair was adjusted to his most comfortable angle, the water in the cup was ice-cold with lemon slices and ice cubes, and the air conditioning was turned on in advance to relieve the stuffiness brought by his heavy ancient costume.
Mo Ningzhi had been very thoughtful; there was even a plate of cut fruit on the table, carefully avoiding allergens. Qin Weijin tasted it and found it was still cold. He wondered how Mo Ningzhi had managed to do that.
Qin Weijin rested alone in the car for an hour. When he got out of the car and returned to the film set, the atmosphere had changed drastically.
"Ling Mo, what's wrong with your expression?" Director Hou shouted through a megaphone, sweat pouring down his forehead. "You're a prince, a member of the imperial family, and you finally managed to marry the woman you love. What's with that expression? Did you marry your father's killer?"
Ling Mo was also covered in sweat. Dressed entirely in red, he stood off-camera while the makeup artist touched up his makeup. His eyes kept glancing at the tree next to him. "Director, can we clear the set? There are too many people and I can't perform well."
Hou Qing followed his gaze to the tree and saw Mo Ningzhi leaning lazily against it. "What are you clearing the set for? There are so many supporting actors and shots. Are you going to manage them?"
Hou Qing is known for his bad temper and is extremely picky about the quality of films. Not to mention that the hot weather makes people more irritable, and Ling Mo's several takes of basic plot points have completely exhausted Hou Qing's patience.
"Try again in five minutes." After saying that, he put down the loudspeaker and went off to sulk.
Ling Mo's face was grim. Before he could even touch up his makeup, he stormed to the sidelines and said, "Don't stand here. Go somewhere else."
Mo Ningzhi didn't move: "Am I interfering with filming by standing here?"
“No,” Ling Mo said, “but you’re bothering me by standing here.”
“Teacher Ling,” Mo Ningzhi said with a smile, “I didn’t make a single sound.”
Ling Mo took a deep breath.
He couldn't very well say that Mo Ningzhi's gaze was too provocative. Although he wasn't standing close, his onlooker's eyes were fixed on him, as if he were just waiting for him to make a fool of himself, making it impossible to concentrate.
He always felt that Mo Ningzhi was waiting to mock him.
Ling Mo's agent had said long ago that his mental fortitude was too poor, and he was too emotionally sensitive. He would easily get anxious and irritable at the slightest disturbance, causing him to underperform. They had tried to correct this for many years but hadn't been able to. This emotional trait was innate; Ling Mo had been sensitive and suspicious since birth, and he hadn't been able to shake off this bad habit. He filmed seven or eight takes for his very first scene on set, which was incredibly embarrassing.
"Your presence is already affecting me. Please find another place." Ling Mo's tone was exasperated.
"Oh." Mo Ningzhi still smiled. "I won't change it."
"you……"
Footsteps echoed across the sand. Ling Mo turned around and saw that Qin Weijin had returned. His expression turned awkward for a moment, but he quickly put on a smile. "Brother Jin, you've rested well. Are you alright?"
Upon seeing Qin Weijin's figure, Mo Ningzhi straightened up a bit and stopped leaning lazily against the tree.
"What's all the noise about?"
“I wasn’t arguing, Brother Jin must have misheard me. I was just asking Assistant Mo not to stand here, because he’s interfering with my filming, but he refused.” Ling Mo smiled helplessly. “He probably thinks that becoming your assistant, Brother Jin, has made him a bit arrogant.”
Mo Ningzhi had just moved her lips when Qin Weijin said, "Really? This part is in the shot too?"
"It's not that he's in the shot, it's just that his presence here is too strong and it's affecting me." After Ling Mo finished speaking, he probably felt that his reason was a bit untenable. It was unbelievable that a well-known star would be afraid of other people's gazes. He waved his hand, "Never mind, it's not a big deal. Brother Jin, it's almost time. The director is calling. I'm going to touch up my makeup."
Ling Mo left in a hurry, and Qin Weijin waited until he was far away before asking, "How do you know he has a bad mentality?"
As soon as Qin Weijin returned to the set, he caught a glimpse of Ling Mo. In that direction, under the tree, there was only Mo Ningzhi. After the incident in the dressing room earlier, Qin Weijin knew what Mo Ningzhi was doing after a moment's thought.
He became increasingly curious about where Mo Ningzhi got so much detailed information.
He knows him too well, and he is also very familiar with Ling Mo's weaknesses.
"Just a guess," Mo Ningzhi said casually.
"Guess?"
Mo Ningzhi was silent for about five seconds before she could think of a way to put it: "He cares a lot about his image. Every time he goes somewhere, he unconsciously tidies up his appearance in less than a minute. He looks very lively and cheerful, but even his smile is designed and a bit stiff."
In fact, Mo Ningzhi lied. His understanding of Ling Mo, like his understanding of Qin Weijin, was obtained through dubious means and could not be spoken of.
Qin Weijin rarely saw Mo Ningzhi explain something so complicatedly. He seemed very patient, but Qin Weijin could detect a rare hint of unease in his voice.
...Feeling guilty?
Qin Weijin's gaze fell on Mo Ningzhi's calm face. "So you're planning to stand here and disrupt his filming?"
"No." Mo Ningzhi looked unhappy. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Half."
The other half is purely for annoyance.
Qin Weijin observed his expression. "Why?"
"He has wicked intentions."
Qin Weijin felt as if the taut nerve in his mind had finally gotten a chance to breathe and relaxed a little. "How so?"
Mo Ningzhi was about to speak when he suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped himself. He glanced at Qin Weijin and, as if possessed, changed his words: "He wants to steal my job."
Qin for Jin: "..."
Mo Ningzhi closed her eyes and felt that she was better off with her tongue tied in knots.
What a lame excuse.
"Brother Jin." Xiao Guo finally found Qin Weijin, who was unilaterally probing Mo Ningzhi in the corner, "The preparations for the next match are almost complete. The martial arts instructor is waiting for you. We'll be testing the wire work later."
Qin Weijin turned around and said, "I know, I'm coming."
In the afternoon, we'll be filming Duan Yunfei, alone with his sword, searching for his enemy in the mountains and forests. He's ambushed by assassins and is critically wounded and on the verge of death.
The location has been found; it's on a small hill in the film studio, with a bamboo forest at the foot of the hill.
Qin changed into a dark blue knight-errant outfit for Jin, his demeanor elegant and his temperament and attire blended perfectly, truly like a chosen one from an ancient sect.
"Teacher Qin, it's nice to see you again." The martial arts instructor shook hands with Qin Weijin in a friendly manner.
Qin Weijin gave the person a hug and said, "Teacher Lin, it's been a long time."
"It's been a long time, hasn't it? We haven't worked together since Qin Yao." Lin Qi smiled and patted his shoulder. "I heard this time it's another high-difficulty challenge. You've worked hard."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the people, Qin Weijin walked to an open space to prepare to learn the moves and memorize the footwork.
Mo Ningzhi stood at a distance, carrying a backpack and a water bottle. Zhang Yuyu watched Qin Weijin nervously beside her. "Brother Jin hasn't filmed such a big action scene in a long time. It makes me a little nervous."
Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment, then asked, "Was he playing the Qin Demon in the last action scene?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's been several years, and my movements are almost rusty now," Zhang Yuyu said, clenching her fists.
In the center of the arena, Qin Weijin had already begun to replicate the movements of the martial arts instructor. His movements were expansive and powerful, like a crane or a dragon, with strong limbs, not just for show.
Previously, some people in the group were spreading rumors that Qin Weijin abused martial arts stunt doubles, and that all the super-exciting fight scenes circulating online were fabricated. They claimed that he was just a good-for-nothing.
But now, Mo Ningzhi feels that most of the negative information in the group is false, and it cannot be verified regarding Qin Weijin.
Since joining the company as an assistant, Mo Ningzhi has seen too many reversals and exceptions in Qin Weijin, all of which are completely opposite to the image he had in the group. Mo Ningzhi admits that he did believe the rumors for a long time and had a deep misunderstanding of Qin Weijin.
"Tsk, that move looks painful to me," Zhang Yuyu said, grimacing.
Mo Ningzhi looked up and saw Qin Weijin and Lin Qi sparring. It was clear that they weren't using much force, but when Qin Weijin finally collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion, it still made a dull thud. Mo Ningzhi frowned as she watched.
However, Qin Weijin's newly learned moves did not come in handy immediately. An hour later, Hou Qing came to tell Qin Weijin to take a break, carrying a folder and looking troubled.
"Director Hou, you never come to me with this look on your face; it's never good news." Qin Weijin wiped his sweat and said, "What happened this time?"
"What are you saying? Can't I come to you for something good?" Hou Qing said, then handed Qin Weijin a bottle of ice water and sat down next to him.
Qin offered water to Jin, showing unsolicited hospitality.
Hou Qing laughed and scolded him, then sighed, "It's still about the role. The actor suddenly said he couldn't come. Am I having a run of bad luck this year? We've only been filming for a short time, and the actor has already been replaced twice."
Qin Weijin was taken aback: "No contract signed?"
"I didn't have time. Never mind, let's not talk about that. I came to see you about something else." Hou Qing opened the folder, revealing several resumes and photos inside. "The assistant director selected a few people to fill in, and it's been confirmed. They all have available time."
Qin Weijin listened for a long time but still didn't understand, and asked in surprise, "Why are you telling me this? Do you think I can make decisions for you?"
"You're really something," Hou Qing said.
Qin for Jin: "??"
Hou Qing took out two photos. "These are artists from your studio, right? If you agree, she can join the crew tomorrow. Of course, we need to sign a contract first."
Qin Weijin glanced at the photo, his expression changed, and he subconsciously looked for Mo Ningzhi. As soon as he looked up, he saw his assistant standing behind him, staring at the photo on the table with a strange expression and a deep frown.
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Author's note: Goodnight, goodnight.
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