Chapter 14
In order to save time, Yuan Chengyin filmed several scenes of the exhibition together.
These scenes are the opening of the film. Fortunately, they did not put much burden on the actors and everyone quickly got into work mode.
There is no need to say much about Qiu An's acting skills. She has been a partner with Yuan Chengyin for a long time. Sometimes she can grasp the director's intention with just one glance, and each scene goes by very quickly.
But people's expectations for dyeing are not that high.
The story of Ranlong's first audition spread like wildfire throughout the crew. Even the most orderly crew of Yuan Chengyin's crew was not immune to gossip.
Her reputation on the set was so great that even the ants passing by would look up and say, "You're just a vase stuffed in by capital. Tell me, who's your financial backer?"
The first scene she was going to perform was the one she had rehearsed during the audition, where Shen Zixin saw Yu Youxuan's paintings at an art exhibition.
When the camera was set up, everyone on the set, whether busy or not, found excuses to run up and watch, ready to laugh at her.
Ranlong glanced at the gathered crowd with a hint of annoyance, then looked at Yuan Chengyin to signal her to maintain order.
Yuan Chengyin didn't seem to care much. He turned around and looked at the set that was suddenly full of people, with no intention of chasing anyone away.
Seeing this, Qiu An walked around the camera and came to Ran Long, patted her on the back gently, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ran, prove to everyone that you can do it."
Ranlong grabbed Qiu An's arm and pushed her back: "Oh, I can act. Move away and don't block the camera!"
Seeing Ranlong's sudden and ruthless outburst, the audience erupted in groans. Everyone was puzzled. Hadn't they been on good terms just two days before filming? Could this woman be suffering from schizophrenia?
Yuan Chengyin looked at Qiu An who was walking back in disappointment and could hardly hold back the smile on his face.
Who told you to provoke a ticking time bomb? It's your own fault. Just bear with it.
"Everyone is ready."
At the executive director's command, the scene immediately fell silent.
Ranlong focused his gaze on the painting in front of him and no longer noticed the people around him.
"One scene, one take, one shot."
There was a loud clapping sound, and Qiu An stared at Ranlong's profile. No one noticed that her fingertips were pinching the flesh of her palms. She told Ranlong to relax, but she was actually the one who was more nervous.
“Set.”
Ranlong exhaled the last breath in his mouth, and also exhaled the self called "Ranlong".
Now she is an empty shell. She is whoever the director says she is.
“Action.”
The painting in front of me is a realistic sketch of a butt.
On the day of the audition, Yuan Chengyin said something elegant, such as "The curves in the painting are very much like you."
What was reflected in Shen Zixin's eyes at this moment was a real butt.
On the left side of her buttocks was a striking peach-colored birthmark, about the size of half a coin, or less, because its shape resembled a crescent moon.
The birthmark, the direction of fat, the depth of the hip line, all indicated that it was Shen Zixin's buttocks.
Many people came and went at the exhibition, stopping to look at her. Occasionally, someone would secretly take a photo, digitizing her butt and permanently storing it on their phone.
Obviously, she was the organizer of the exhibition and should have stepped forward to stop the behavior prohibited by the exhibition, but she was afraid that those people could see from her anxious eyes that what she wanted to say was "Don't take pictures, this is my butt, you are invading my privacy."
She was afraid that everyone would know that she had a butt that looked exactly like the one in the painting. She was afraid that everyone would know that the artist, Yu Youxuan, had seen her butt. She was afraid that everyone would remember the naked past she and Yu Youxuan had...
"Click. Very good, this one is fine."
It was a simple shot, but the performance was extraordinary. Yuan Chengyin was delighted; the Ranlong she once admired had returned.
The onlookers had hoped to see a long enough embarrassing show, but they did not expect that after traveling thousands of miles, not only was there no embarrassment, but the show also lasted less than a minute.
It was a photography assistant who led the applause, and soon the entire exhibition hall erupted in thunderous applause, with the staff using this enthusiastic praise to express their apologies for their earlier disrespect towards her.
Ranlong listened to everyone's applause, his face gloomy and he rolled his eyes.
He acted well, but he was a little narrow-minded.
Everyone rolled their eyes, stopped applauding silently, and left in embarrassment.
After all the onlookers had left, Yuan Chengyin said quietly, "Wait a minute, let's do another take of that scene. The extras were so nervous. Please adjust your steps to be more natural."
Tsk, annoying.
Ranlong knew that Yuan Chengyin was a director with aspirations, at least he used to be.
When she was in college, Yuan Chengyin asked her to film a movie, not because of her former status as a child star, nor because of her father Ran Cheng.
Therefore, Ranlong never worried about not being able to portray such complex emotions. Instead, she was worried about the kissing scene with Qiu An that she would be filming soon.
In that plot, Shen Zixin approached Yu Youxuan, hoping she could remove the painting from the shelves. Yu Youxuan agreed, but on the condition that Shen Zixin be her nude model again.
Shen Zixin agreed, and during that undressing process, the kissing scene happened.
Ranlong looked at the script and felt very annoyed.
Firstly, she had never acted in such a scene before, and secondly, she had never kissed before.
What's worse is that the person he was going to kiss was Qiu An.
An enemy whom she hated to the core.
Although she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs running. But the problem was that when she imagined the scene of kissing Qiu An, she felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't even bear to watch the pigs running.
…
The filming of the scenes in the past few days went very smoothly.
Sometimes Ranlong even hoped that Yuan Chengyin would make things difficult for her for a while longer, otherwise when she had some free time, she would think about the upcoming kissing scene again.
When I signed the contract, I thought I could do it, but when I saw the explicit description in the script, I felt that I might not be able to do it.
Feeling irritable, Ranlong wandered around the rest area for a long time. When she was about to go back to the RV to rest for a while, she saw the light of a mobile phone screen flashing inside through the car window.
She leaned over to the window and saw Sister Hou typing words like "Rancheng cheated", "Rancheng gambled", "Rancheng was defrauded in investment" into the browser.
Ranlong was so angry that he jumped on the spot.
While she was working hard on the set and worrying about the script, her agent and assistant were in the RV, enjoying the air conditioning and searching for her damn dad on Baidu!
Speaking of which, this can’t be blamed on Sister Hou.
As an agent, Hou Jie should have known every detail of her artist's life story. However, Ranlong's past was sensitive, so she didn't dare to ask him personally, and she had no connections to inquire. As a last resort, she had to resort to this desperate measure.
Ranlong was not an unreasonable person. She also understood that this was a requirement of Sister Hou's work. After walking around the RV five times, her anger gradually subsided.
She sighed and walked into the RV. Ranlong deliberately slowed down her steps and made a thumping sound on the ground, but Sister Hou was so engrossed in the gossip that she didn't notice her arrival.
Ranlong's temper suddenly flared up again.
"Sister Hou!"
"Hey!" Sister Hou was brought back to her senses by Ranlong's shout and hurriedly put away her phone.
"Dinner will be served soon, what's for dinner?"
"Let me see... Today's dishes are garlic shrimp balls, stir-fried bean sprouts, and mapo tofu."
"Great. Help me remove the garlic smell from the shrimp balls, trim the heads and tails off the bean sprouts, and skim off the sauce from the mapo tofu. It should taste just like something steamed in plain water."
"this……"
"What the hell! You're not allowed to order takeout. I won't eat it unless it's clean! Hurry up and go. If you delay the night show, I'll hold you accountable!"
Sister Hou’s miserable days began from then on.
…
After finishing the night scene, Ranlong returned to the hotel in a bad mood.
Before Qiu An returned to her room, Ranlong took the time to take a shower and go to bed, so that they would not see each other again at night.
Lying in the room bored, I suddenly saw the script on the table and started worrying about the kissing scene with Qiu An tomorrow.
I wanted to do a live broadcast to divert attention, but I had already taken off my makeup and it was not convenient to appear on camera.
In fact, after she joined the crew, she was often unable to start the show on time because she had to shoot night scenes or was too tired. Her already small traffic became even worse. In addition, the "number one brother on the list" never showed up, so she simply reduced the number of times she went on the show.
Ranlong was bored, so he put on his headphones to listen to music and relax. He lay on the bed and checked Weibo to see which friends in the industry had made jokes that were worth sharing with everyone.
These people are not really friends anymore.
Before Ran Cheng got into trouble, many people liked to add her on WeChat whenever they saw her in order to curry favor with her. During festivals, many people would come to greet her and give her red envelopes.
But now, aside from Ran Cheng, she herself has been ostracized by the industry because of the slap video incident. When the incident first happened, Ran Long had begged people humbly, but her messages were often read without a reply. The few responses she did receive were either full of evasion or sarcastic.
How can anyone still be called a "friend"?
After lying down and browsing the entertainment news for a while, my neck felt a little sore. I turned over and was about to lie down for a while when a shadow fell on my face and a face that was too close came into my sight.
"Ah! Ah—Ghost! Ghost—"
Ranlong was frightened to the point of a mental breakdown. She screamed and backed away repeatedly. If her legs hadn't been so weak from fear, she would have jumped out of the window by now.
The person who came was the damn Qiu An.
Qiu An put one hand in his pocket and raised the other hand slightly, pointing to his ear.
Ranlong's heart was pounding. He followed Qiu An's instructions and touched his ear, but felt something cold.
When her fingers suddenly curled up and she almost had a spasm of fear, she realized that she was still wearing earphones on her ears.
Ran Long took off his headphones, panting heavily, and yelled at Qiu An, "Are you crazy? Why did you come into my room without any reason? You didn't even say hello. You could easily scare someone to death!"
"I'm sorry... I saw the light in your room was on and there was no response when I knocked on the door. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came in to check."
"You, won't you call me first and ask?"
Qiu An's eyebrows raised doubts: "Phone?"
After she finished speaking, she suddenly lowered her head with a gloomy look, as if she had been bullied and felt aggrieved.
Ranlong was confused: "What's going on here?"
Qiu An was silent for a long time before he whispered, "You blocked my phone number and WeChat."
There was a faint hint of crying in his tone.
"Oh, haha, sorry."
This time it was Ranlong's turn to be embarrassed.
After she slapped Qiu An and Yuan Chengyin, they kept begging for her forgiveness with the same excuse. Ran Long, annoyed, simply blacklisted them both. Now that they were working together, she unblocked Yuan Chengyin, so naturally, she should unblock Qiu An as well.
Ranlong then picked up his phone and started to work: "Here, it's cancelled. Next time, don't come into my room quietly."
"good."
After Qiu An finished speaking, he glanced at the phone in her hand, but his eyes seemed to be burned and he avoided it unnaturally.
Ran Long was baffled. She looked down at her phone and saw everything was normal, but she realized the problem was with her attire. Her blanket was gone, and she was sitting cross-legged in her light nightgown, the hem of which had been lifted up to her thighs.
Well, it's quite indecent.
Ranlong calmly let down the hem of her skirt and looked up to see that Qiu An was not dressed very formally either.
The man had just come out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe with a strap loosely tied around his waist. The collar was half open, revealing a large area of skin that had been soaked in hot water and was slightly red.
She swallowed, not knowing what she was swallowing.
It certainly had nothing to do with her beautiful, gentle face without makeup, or her small, plump red lips wet with hot water, or her beautiful figure that couldn't be hidden by loose clothes.
All right.
Just because she didn't like Qiu An didn't mean her heart wouldn't beat when she saw a beautiful woman like Qiu An, steaming out of the bath and dressed like that.
Actually, there’s nothing wrong with a kiss. She won’t suffer any loss anyway, right?
What are you thinking about?
Ranlong shook his head and asked her, "Why are you looking for me dressed like this?"
Her mind raced, and she shouldn't have added the words "dressed like this" to her question, as if she was really eager and caring.
Sure enough, a hint of shyness appeared on Qiu An's cold face: "We are going to shoot that scene tomorrow. Let me ask you, do you want to consider Director Yuan's suggestion?"
"What suggestions?"
"Sleep together for one night."
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