Anna Doriya has ended.
Why is everyone so carefree and laughing?
Shang Yechu wasn't happy at all; in fact, she felt a bit suffocated. There was no sense of reality, as if she were floating in the clouds.
This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. In the film crews she had worked on before, no matter how reluctant she was to leave, Shang Yechu would immediately realize that everything was over when she heard the words "filming wrapped."
But on the set of "Anna Doriya," that shoe never dropped. It hung in the air, leaving one suspended in mid-air, neither rising nor falling.
Yang Huanyi saw through Shang Yechu's thoughts, sighed, put his hand on her shoulder, and said something very knowledgeable: "It's not the right time yet."
"Maybe." Shang Yechu pursed her lips.
Shang Yechu looked down at her hands. She had originally planned to change her clothes, but after seeing the deep furrows on her hands, another idea popped into her head.
"Let's take a group photo," Shang Yechu suddenly said to Yang Huanyi.
"Hmm?" Yang Huanyi asked in confusion, "Shouldn't we take the wrap-up photos after everyone has received their red envelopes and everyone is here?"
"It's not a group photo, just the two of us." Shang Yechu's heart pounded at the idea. "Xiao Kuang has a Polaroid camera, let's borrow it and take a photo of the two of us!"
"Haven't you taken enough pictures these past few days?" Yang Huanyi said, not in a good mood, pointing at Shang Yechu's shoulder. "How many pictures have you dragged me to take? You look terrible now, don't make yourself look bad."
Shang Yechu brought her face close to Yang Huanyi's, straining to open her eyes, which were now shrunk by silicone, and pointed to her own face, excitedly saying, "I'm older than you now! Don't you want to commemorate this?"
Yang Huanyi was stunned, and his face showed a rare moment of blankness.
Shang Yechu took this as tacit approval and ran off to borrow a camera from the film crew. Her agility was quite incongruous with her disheveled and aged appearance.
Shang Yechu not only borrowed the camera, but also its owner. Xiao Kuang, carrying his prized camera, was dragged along by Shang Yechu.
"Where should we film?" Xiao Kuang looked around the messy set. "This place isn't really suitable."
"Let's go to the beach." Shang Yechu pulled up the stunned Yang Huanyi and called to Xiao Kuang, "Take good pictures of us."
The group arrived at the beach, and Shang Yechu pulled Yang Huanyi to stand on the rock—the very same rock where she and Yang Huanyi had watched the sea that night. She put her arm around Yang Huanyi and snapped several photos.
Shang Yechu seemed to have discovered some novel game. One moment she pretended to use a cane, insisting that Yang Huanyi support her; the next she squatted down on a small stool, pretending to be in a wheelchair, and made Yang Huanyi stand behind the imaginary wheelchair with her arms crossed, like an old butler; then, ignoring Yang Huanyi's struggles, she insisted on carrying Yang Huanyi in a princess carry. Yang Huanyi was flustered, clinging to Shang Yechu's neck, kicking her long legs incessantly, looking quite comical.
Xiao Kuang diligently took more than a dozen photos of the two of them, only stopping when he had used up all the photo paper, still feeling unsatisfied.
Yang Huanyi was exhausted by Shang Yechu, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, and she was panting heavily. She patted Shang Yechu's shoulder and laughed, scolding, "You're always causing trouble, you little debt collector."
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