The first song's accompaniment slowly began.
Luo Shimiao held the microphone, his eyes lowered as he looked at the lyrics displayed on the screen, and slowly began to speak.
"The only pure white jasmine flower"
Blooming in the amber crescent moon....."
Gu Nian sat in a corner below the stage, quietly gazing at his jasmine flower, his heart overflowing with love.
The private room was filled with melodious singing, one song after another.
Fans held up their phones and recorded each song, then sent the recordings to the group chat.
We didn't leave until 1 a.m.
Luo Shimiao didn't call a designated driver; she drove her fans back to their hotel.
........
The next day.
When Luo Shimiao opened her eyes, it was already 11:10 a.m. She sat up and saw Gu Nian packing her luggage. She whispered, "Are you leaving?"
Gu Nian put down the clothes in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "Well, there's something at the company that I need to go back to handle. The old man ran away with his wife, so I have to go back."
"What time is your flight? I'll take you to the airport."
"It's 1:30. You should get some rest. I've already made all the arrangements." Gu Nian held her shoulder, his eyes filled with reluctance. "I'll be waiting for you to come home."
Luo Shimiao smiled brightly: "Okay."
Gu Nian had lunch with her before heading to the airport.
Luo Shimiao spent the entire afternoon in the midst of intense filming, temporarily suppressing her longing for him.
On the film set.
The final scene involves carrying the female lead, who has twisted her ankle, upstairs.
Hao Yun looked at Luo Shimiao, his tone uncertain: "Shimiao, can you carry me?"
"I could pick you up with one hand, even though you're only a few pounds."
"Really?" Hao Yun's eyes showed surprise, then he thought of something and said, "I've always wanted to try what it feels like to hug someone with one hand, is that okay?" He looked at her with watery eyes.
Luo Shimiao didn't speak, but smiled and beckoned to her.
She took a few steps back, then rushed towards her with a smile: "I'm here."
Luo Shimiao stood sideways, reached out his right hand to catch her steadily, and carried her for a while.
The photographer, who was responsible for taking behind-the-scenes photos, laughed as he took pictures.
During the actual filming, it went very smoothly and we got it right in one take.
The moment the director yelled "cut," Hao Yun jumped off Luo Shimiao's arms and complained, "Today I finally understand, it's not that I'm heavy, it's that they're no good!"
"You, a girl, carried me up to the second floor so easily." Hao Yun leaned closer to her and whispered, "The male actor I worked with on my last film often posted photos of himself working out, but even I couldn't lift him. He said it was because I was too heavy, and I believed him at the time."
Luo Shimiao smiled and said, "Next time you encounter something like this, just say so. If you piss me off, I'll crush you into a specimen in no time."
"I've got it. I'll definitely stand up for myself next time!"
The director, holding a megaphone, announced: "Tomorrow we'll be filming outdoor scenes at a rather remote location, so everyone should prepare food and depart at noon."
After the director finished explaining, everyone started packing up the equipment.
The next day, at 12 noon.
Cars departed from the hotel one after another.
Five hours later, a dozen vehicles were swaying and wobbling along a dirt road.
Not far away stands a towering mountain that seems to reach into the clouds, and as far as the eye can see, everything is green.
Lin Mai was dizzy from the ordeal on the dirt road: "Brother Wang, how much longer until we get there?"
He glanced at the navigation and said, "We're almost there."
Upon arrival, the staff unloaded the equipment from the vehicle.
The makeup artist carried her makeup kit to the RV to do the actors' makeup.
Night falls.
Luo Shimiao stepped out of the RV with a pale face. The biting cold wind of the night swept across her face, and she rubbed her arms, wearing only a thin costume.
Her white T-shirt was stained with blood, and a piece of white cloth was wrapped around her left arm; the cloth appeared to be from the T-shirt she was wearing.
A large area of the white cloth was stained red with liquid.
Lin Mai quickly draped a thick coat over her shoulders.
Hao Yun got out of a campervan across the street; his face and clothes were dirty.
"Shi Miao, your special effects makeup is so realistic, I really thought you were injured."
"The makeup artist is very skilled."
The two greeted the director and then walked up the path to familiarize themselves with the terrain.
Several photographers were carrying cameras and adjusting the angles, while two stagehands were standing nearby, responsible for lighting.
Little Green peeked out from Luo Shimiao's coat pocket, curiously looking at its surroundings.
The light emitted by the phone can only illuminate a small area.
The cold wind was biting, and the leaves were rustling in the wind.
Hearing the strange bird calls, Hao Yun fearfully clung to Luo Shimiao's arm.
Do you think there might be something unclean in there?
Luo Shimiao's bright eyes lit up with a smile: "Don't be afraid. If you really run into him, I'll come and help him pass on to the afterlife."
Aren't you afraid?
"What's so scary about dead people? It's the living who are scary."
"Okay, you're really no ordinary woman." Hao Yun looked back down; they were already some distance from the photographer.
This scene of escaping pursuit was quite challenging. Although Director Jiang had shown them a video of the mountain's terrain, they still had to walk through it to ensure a smooth shoot.
They followed the pre-made markings and walked uphill.
"Shi Miao, I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."
"Okay, let's rest here for a while."
Hao Yun's phone flashlight inadvertently swept across Luo Shimiao's face, and she gasped softly, turning her face away, unable to look any longer: "Your makeup looks terrifying in this pitch-black forest."
"You're already fair-skinned, and with this makeup, you look a bit like..."
"Then... am I really?"
"Huh?" Hao Yun was taken aback after hearing this, and slowly turned his head to look at her.
Seeing her empty eyes and eerie smile, he felt a chill run down his spine and took a step back: "This joke isn't funny at all."
Luo Shimiao stiffened as he approached her: "I actually died halfway there."
"If you don't believe me, touch my hand."
Hao Yun looked down at her hand, his gaze falling on the ground covered with withered leaves, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "There's a shadow, you're not."
"Not too stupid." Luo Shimiao instantly switched expressions, a smile appearing on his face.
"You scared me to death just now." She patted her chest. "I'm going to take a picture and post it on Weibo."
He turned off the flashlight, turned on the camera, switched the lens to selfie mode, and hugged Luo Shimiao to find the right angle.
"Wait a minute!" Luo Shimiao's nonchalant face suddenly turned serious, and his brows furrowed.
If she wasn't mistaken, what flashed across the screen just now was...
Hao Yun looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Luo Shimiao grasped her hand and manipulated the phone to move to the left, while the phone with the flashlight on in her right hand also turned in that direction.
Release her hand and zoom in.
The camera was pointed at a tree trunk not far below them.
Hao Yun's pupils contracted sharply, and he covered his mouth tightly with his left hand.
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