Inside the old house, all the staff members were methodically taking out their equipment and finding their respective tasks.
Feng Guang sat on the stone steps, seemingly out of place amidst the busy crowd around her. The filming was about to begin, but she felt no tension whatsoever; she was lost in thought. She wore a pale white silk robe embroidered with light-colored hibiscus, and a white jade hairpin adorned her hair. Her simple yet elegant ancient attire exuded a gentle charm, especially with the addition of her delicate and petite face. Even if she wore all white, people would likely call her a celestial beauty.
There were quite a few admiring glances on set, but she seemed oblivious, lost in thought about the letter. The letter mentioned that she had fallen into his arms. She had thought about it all night yesterday before finally remembering that four months ago, after trying foreign astrological and tarot card readings to find a partner, Liu Han finally decided to return to her homeland and visit the Temple of the Matchmaker.
Feng Guang disguised herself and went to the Yue Lao Temple with Liu Han. Unfortunately, they happened to be there on Valentine's Day. Feng Guang didn't understand why foreigners would come to the Yue Lao Temple to pray for blessings on their holiday. Anyway, the temple was indeed crowded that day, and she did accidentally fall into a man's arms. But she didn't care at all, and didn't even see what the man looked like. She just hurriedly apologized and left.
Perhaps... the person who wrote her the letter was that man?
"Stop daydreaming, Fengguang! We're starting filming!" Liu Han called out, her face looking somewhat haggard because she hadn't slept well.
Feng Guang got up and walked over. As she passed Liu Han, she asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"Don't even mention it, it's bad luck!" Liu Han rubbed her arms, feeling a chill run down her spine. She demanded a room change today.
Feng Guang gave her a strange look. After Qiu Liang called her name again, she walked to Yu Shu, who was also dressed in ancient costume. The first scene to be filmed today was Qian Mo's memory, which was the scene of him and his wife Lou Ruo admiring flowers in the courtyard three hundred years ago.
The flowers are in full bloom, almost dazzling the eyes.
Yu Shu's expression softened, his eyes filled with tenderness. He said softly, "Xiao Ruo, I know you love crabapple blossoms the most, so I planted many crabapple trees myself. Do you like them?"
"I like it." Feng Guang's eyes sparkled, and her clean smile was gentle and beautiful.
Although Yu Shu usually likes to put on a melancholy look, he can quickly get into character when filming. His title of Best Actor is well-deserved; when it comes to acting skills, he is truly beyond reproach.
"If you like it, that's good. Every year at this time, we'll come to see the crabapple blossoms together. Whether it's this life or the next, Xiao Ruo, I'll always be by your side." Yu Shu reached out and stroked her cheek.
Unfortunately, before he could even get close to Feng Guang's face, a series of loud noises drew everyone's attention.
Feng Guang and Yu Shu looked over and saw that the director's monitor and the cameraman's camera were all shattered and sparking, with a burnt smell in the air.
"This is unbelievable!" Qiu Liang cursed and moved away from the monitor. The cameraman also threw away the camera that was still sparking. Everyone was quite frightened by this sudden turn of events.
Yu Shu and Feng Guang exchanged a glance, and he lowered his hand, which was about to touch her face.
Not only the monitors and cameras, but all the electronic equipment used in filming inexplicably started sparking. A production assistant quickly carried a bucket of water and extinguished the fires.
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