Chapter 132 He truly saw light in Xia Mian.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Chestnut came to wake Xia Mian up to do her makeup.
She had Xia Mian's room key. After spending a lot of time together, she noticed that Xia Mian always slept in her pajamas, so she didn't think too much about it and just took out her card and swiped it.
As a result, after opening the door, they froze in place in embarrassment.
—In the living room, Xia Mian was stretching on the small balcony, while a certain legendary big shot sat on the sofa, intently looking at his tablet, looking serene and content.
Chestnut: "...Sorry, I didn't know Jay Chou was here. You guys go ahead with your work, I'll excuse myself for a moment."
Children are easily embarrassed and will definitely blush in this situation. Zhou Pingchuan opened his mouth, intending to answer for him. However, Xia Mian stopped what she was doing, her voice surprisingly natural: "No need. Are you starting to put on makeup?"
Chestnut glanced at them again. The two were dressed neatly and didn't seem like they wanted to do anything else. "Well, the first scene today is at ten o'clock."
Xia Mian nodded to indicate that she understood, then turned to Zhou Pingchuan: "Third Master, I'll see you out first, then go to the dressing room."
Ten o'clock... that should be enough time. Zhou Pingchuan glanced at his watch: "No need to see me off. The driver is waiting downstairs. I'll go down with you."
Xia Mian didn't try to persuade him further. She took her belongings and went downstairs with him.
Unlike the north, the snow season in Yunshan is short. Before the snow melts, all the snow scene scenes need to be filmed, so working overtime is the norm.
There was also an early scene this morning, and the filming had already started, so when they went downstairs, they didn't run into any other actors or staff.
As Zhou Pingchuan had said, his car was waiting by the roadside downstairs. Xia Mian helped Zhou Pingchuan into the car and said, "Be careful and have a safe trip."
This was the first time Xia Mian had said something like a blessing to him. Like a real couple, they would always nag and pray for each other's safe and smooth journey before setting off. It sounded intimate and warm.
And it also carried a bit of... inexplicable detachment.
"Filming went smoothly," Zhou Pingchuan replied.
Xia Mian didn't say anything more, standing there watching the car drive away. When he looked back, his expression was slightly dazed, but there was no reluctance in his eyes: "Li Zi, let's go too."
Today's attire is different from usual. Mo Yu usually prefers dark-colored casual clothes, but before a premeditated murder, he will deliberately change into light-colored clothes. The more people he kills, the more elegant his attire becomes.
For example, today, he decided to lead his men to slaughter the sects that had grudges against him. Before leaving, he specifically instructed his maid to help him change his clothes.
A light blue, narrow-sleeved, fitted long robe, with bamboo embroidered on the cuffs, was covered with a layer of light gauze and paired with a white and gold brocade belt. As she walked, the hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, like flowing wind and swirling snow.
As he walked onto the set in this outfit, the staff all looked at him. One of the girls from the props department even stared at him longingly the whole way, forgetting to prepare any props.
Gao Yifeng put down the storyboard and praised, "You're in good shape. Go and go with Mr. Ren twice first."
Ren Lao was Xia Mian's co-star. There was a fight scene in this movie, but the shots were few. However, Gao Yifeng was a perfectionist and demanded that the fight be powerful and exciting.
The girls in the props team finally realized what was happening. Holding the swords, they handed one to Lao Ren and the other, blushing, to Xia Mian.
"Are you all warmed up, Xia?" Old Ren asked.
Xia Mian replied with a smile, "The activity has been going on all morning."
"Then I won't be polite."
Ren Lao, a former action star, not only played the sect leader who was slaughtered by Mo Yu, but also served as the assistant martial arts director for "Legend of the Dragon". With his white beard and otherworldly demeanor, he made Xia Mian feel awe.
"Come on, Uncle Ren, don't hold back."
In reality, fight scenes in period dramas aren't that difficult to create. You often see scenes on the market where a wave of the hand, a few cheap special effects, and a whole bunch of opponents fall down—it's nothing like real martial arts. "The Legend of the Dragon" also features many flashy but ultimately ineffective moves.
Xia Mian still started practicing early. He had studied dance and was flexible, so he knew how to start the performance. Although he was not as free and easy as Master Ren, he was good at agile footwork and light movements.
Moreover, he didn't miss a single move from beginning to end.
Mr. Ren said directly to Gao Yifeng, "No need to go any further, just start filming."
"Okay," Gao Yifeng called to the stage manager, "set the clapperboard."
It was cold when he first entered the set, and Xia Mian was a little reserved. But after warming up, his movements became more precise during the actual filming. His graceful figure was just like his name "Mo Yu"—magnificent and ethereal like a feather.
Especially in the final scene, when Master Ren made a desperate attempt to attack Mo Yu's throat, Mo Yu blocked with his sword, pushed back, and with a slight movement of his wrist, sealed Mo Yu's throat with a single blow, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
Just then, sunlight broke through the clouds and, reflected off the sword, shone on the upper half of Xia Mian's face.
Looking down, the blue robes were spotless. Looking up, in the light, were a pair of eyes, their eyelashes stained with blood, filled with a mocking yet numb gaze.
This beam of light was a stroke of genius; Gao Yifeng was utterly amazed and overjoyed: "Clang! It's done!"
He turned on the monitor and excitedly muttered as he watched the playback: "Actually, there's a small problem with this scene. The prop blood pack didn't explode enough. It would have looked better if it had splattered on Mo Yu's chin and collar. Right now, it only splattered on his eyelashes... But the final light and his eyes were just too stunning... We can't reshoot it, so we'll use this version! Come on, Xia, Mr. Ren, come and take a look too!"
The fact that Gao Yifeng, who is always demanding and a perfectionist, could accept a flaw shows just how good his performance was. Xia Mian was secretly pleased. Carrying her sword, she did as instructed and went to the monitor. Her mocking expression faded, and she looked like a spirited young swordsman again.
He was focused on the monitor, unaware that someone was watching him from a short distance away.
After getting on the bus in the morning, Zhou Pingchuan didn't leave. The forum had already been postponed to tomorrow, so he might as well stay on set and watch Xia Mian film.
In his eyes, the profession of an artist is no different from that of the employees in his company; both earn their wages through labor. He doesn't understand why anyone would be so enthusiastic about idolizing celebrities. His circle is never short of handsome men and beautiful women, as well as all sorts of hardworking and successful people.
Until just now, he gained a new understanding of idol worship—he truly saw light in Xia Mian.
Zhou Pingchuan's gaze was fixed on Xia Mian, and he was slightly dazed. At this moment, the assistant director leaned close to Gao Yifeng's ear.
Hearing the whisper, Gao Yifeng looked over, his eyes showing surprise, but his face remained impassive. He walked quickly with a smile, saying, "Mr. Jay Chou, I've heard so much about you. Are you here to visit the set?"
Xia Mian was stunned for a moment, not expecting Zhou Pingchuan to still be on set. She stood there, not really wanting to follow him.
Coincidentally, at the same time, Tan Jingcheng, who had just finished his morning performance and was going to touch up his makeup, also walked over with Jiang Chun, chatting and laughing.
Gao Yifeng's statement was vague; he only asked if Zhou Pingchuan was visiting the set, without specifying whose set he was visiting, to avoid saying the wrong thing and offending the capitalists.
He glanced at Xia Mian, then at Tan Jingcheng, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
"The Legend of the Heavenly Dragon" got off to a good start, and he just hoped that nothing would go wrong. But what he feared most came to pass, and the three of them actually bumped into each other!
What should we do...?
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