Chapter 33: Weak Hands And Weak Legs
The next morning, Shen Qingzhi opened the door and coincidentally bumped into Gu Jinrong, who was also opening the door.
"Morning, Qingqing," Gu Jinrong, dressed formally and elegantly, greeted.
"Morning." Shen Qingzhi lowered her head and fled in a bit of despair.
Li Qian, who had come to deliver breakfast, was puzzled: So early in the morning, what kind of scene is this unfolding?
She glanced at the hasty back of her own artist, then at a certain actress with a cheerful smile, and stepped forward to say hello politely.
Gu Jinrong smiled and nodded at her, "Catch up quickly, don't let her go hungry."
So gentle and considerate, even Li Qian, who is an assistant, felt the love as the crow in the house*.
*爱屋及乌 (ài wū jí wū) -( loving the house and the crow) loving someone along with whoever or whatever comes along with them, flaws and awe. Li Qian being the plus one.
Being able to crack candy on the spot early in the morning, she chased to the set with breakfast while screaming in her heart.
The set was already arranged, and Shen Qingzhi, after finishing her styling, surprisingly arrived earliest among the actors.
Now she was sitting on the wicker chair, holding a carton of milk in her hand, biting a straw, with a deep expression on her face.
Those who didn't know will think she was thinking about life.
But the little assistant at the side could see clearly that she became so distraught after meeting Gu Jinrong this morning.
Recalling Gu Jinrong's morning advice, the assistant didn't try to discourage her. Instead, she kindly handed over a tissue and offered a sympathetic "sigh" when Shen Qingzhi sighed for the fifth time.
Shen Qingzhi, who finished drinking a box of milk, sensed something was wrong, looked at the little assistant, and wondered, "Why are you sighing?"
"Zhizhi-jie has something on her mind. I can't share your worries. I can only sigh with you." The little assistant spoke with sincerity.
Shen Qingzhi threw the empty milk carton into the trash can, and took a bite of the bread, "I have nothing on my mind, you thought wrong."
I've known for a long time that my idol is a tsundere, but I didn't expect her to be this much of a tsundere.
Seeing that Shen Qingzhi's face was about to swell into a pufferfish, the little assistant comforted her, "It's okay, Queen Gu is not here now, she can't see."
"What does this have to do with her!"
Shen Qingzhi's voice rose several decibels at once, and when she received the puzzled look from the staff on the side, she shrank her neck and lay back on the wicker chair.
At that moment, a twofold resentment grew in her heart: Who on earth brought this assistant here? Was she brought in just to annoy me with that black heart??
Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears*, Gu Jinrong also arrived on the set at this time and brought a whole working team with her, and the scene suddenly became lively.
*Chinese version of speak of the devil, Cao Cao was a prominent warlord and statesman during the late Eastern Han Dynasty and early Three Kingdoms Period in China
There were still four or five people between them, but Gu Jinrong's eyes seemed to have substance, passing through the crowd and falling straight on Shen Qingzhi.
It was clearly just a superficial glance but Shen Qingzhi felt that her body was burning hot.
She stood up and wanted to go for a stroll not far away, but was stopped by Director Xue who was coming towards her.
"Where are you going?"
Shen Qingzhi, who was caught straight, had a bitter smile, "I... I'm going for a walk."
"The filming will start soon, why are you going for a walk now? Go for a walk after filming."
Filming was split into Groups A and B, happening simultaneously. Shen Qingzhi and Gu Jinrong, the leads, were part of Group A, under the direct guidance of Director Xue.
Their focus that morning was mainly on indoor scenes. As soon as they kicked off, Director Xue made a bold move, starting with the chase scene that had kept Shen Qingzhi up all night, pushing it right to the forefront.
The first scene of "Heavenly Beings"
"Stop!"
Feng Yasong's figure was agile as she flipped in from the side window.
In the house, Cang Xingyun was dressed in a plain white robe, sitting on the head of the bed, holding a book in her hand.
She saw the unexpected visitor in the room, the young girl from the Yuan clan whom she had encountered on the street during the day. A moment of surprise crossed her face and disappeared in an instant.
When Feng Yasong saw Cang Xingyun, she too was momentarily taken aback, but with pursuers close behind, she couldn't afford to dawdle.
She immediately rushed to the bed, pulled a corner of the quilt, got in like a loach, and hid tightly under the quilt.
Cang Xingyun:?!
She wanted to kick this abrupt little thief out of the bed like a conditioned reflex, but she was hugged tightly by the waist.
The other party clearly has poor martial arts skills, but she is inexplicably passive at the moment.
The single bed in the inn is not big, and the two people are very close to each other.
The more Cang Xingyun wanted to shake her off, the more Feng Yasong held her tightly because she was afraid of being discovered.
"Tok tok tok." knocked on the door.
"The Meng Mansion is catching the thief, please open the door and cooperate."
Cang Xingyun looked at the person hanging from her waist like a sedge and suddenly understood.
She could have sent the person away directly, but when she met those nervous and bright eyes, she changed her mind.
"There's no one else in this room. I've already retired for the night. You should search elsewhere."
"Whether there's anyone or not, we won't know until we search." The pursuers pushed the door open and entered. When their gaze met Cang Xingyun's cold, intense look, they couldn't help but shiver.
"So, do any of you want to search my bed?" When Cang Xingyun spoke, her expression didn't reveal anything, yet it sent a chilling sensation down everyone's spine.
The accompanying pursuers were shaken by this imposing momentum, hesitating to approach.
"Boss, the person probably isn't here. This person in front of us is the young master of the Chengfeng Villa..."
"Apologies." He bowed and apologized, leading his subordinates out of the room quickly, and considerately closing the door behind them.
The room returned to its quiet state.
Cang Xingyun lifted the quilt, looked at the "little thief" on her lap, and said word by word: "Let go."
Unexpectedly, Feng Yasong not only didn't let go but pulled her even tighter.
With one hand, she pulled back the quilt to cover herself again, and with the other hand, she tightened Cang Xingyun's slender waist, like pulling a life-saving straw.
"Those guys are very smart, maybe they will turn back later, let me hide here for a while."
The two were too close, and a thin mist seemed to rise on Cang Xingyun's face, whether from anger or heat, it was unclear.
"They won't come back. Let go."
However, Feng Yasong seemed entirely unconvinced. To hide herself more securely, she reached out and pulled Cang Xingyun, who was half-sitting, onto the bed. With her own body as a shield, she completely covered herself.
Cang Xingyun:!
But a certain person didn't realize it, "This angle is good, I think they are still a little wary of you, so they probably won't directly come to lift the quilt."
Under Cang Xingyun's usual calm face, a crack finally appeared.
She grabbed Feng Yasong by the collar, threw her off the bed in a rage, and was dragged and thrown out together with the belt around her waist.
"Hiss~"
Feng Yasong bared her teeth and got up from the ground, with one hand she rubbed her butt which was almost broken in two, and with the other hand, she grabbed the belt that had just been pulled off the woman.
She was angry in her heart, but she also knew that she was no match in force. Listening to the commotion outside fading away, a mischievous idea formed in her mind.
She folded the belt, folded her hand,s and saluted nondescriptly, "Thank you Young Master Cang for your hospitality, until we meet again."
After that, she turned around and left.
"Presumptuous."
A woman's personal belongings should not be allowed to be taken away by strangers at will.
Although Cang Xingyun loosened her clothes, her aura remained unabated. She stretched out her hand to grab the air, and Feng Yasong, who had already walked to the door, was grabbed back into her hand by a force.
Feng Yasong, once again being grabbed by the collar, was bewildered: Well, what kind of technique is this now?
Facing Cang Xingyun's faintly angry expression, Feng Yasong quickly forced a smile and said, "Jiejie, I was just joking. I'll tie it up for you."
After saying that, she didn't even care that her own collar was still being held, and with a slightly panicked expression, she rewrapped the belt around Cang Xingyun's waist.
Because of being too nervous, she touched all the places that should not be touched.
Perhaps because she was afraid of repeating the same mistakes just now, Cang Xingyun didn't throw her away this time, but with a cold face, she watched Feng Yasong completely refasten her belt before letting go.
"Get lost."
***
This scene was shot to the end, and Shen Qingzhi rushed to Director Xue's side immediately after filming, waiting for instructions. In just a few minutes of filming, her palms were sweating.
Last night, she went to discuss with Gu Jinrong and the two of them planned many tricks for Feng Yasong to tease Cang Xingyun for this scene.
It's just that every time she fights in actual combat, her hands and legs always turn weak. With the blush on her face, it would be more suitable to play Cang Xingyun directly.
The two tossed about in the room for two hours, and Shen Qingzhi was "taught" to the point of crying, obviously, she was the one who needed to tease the other.
It's all because the black heart deliberately dressed like that to seduce people!
In the end, Shen Qingzhi came up with a clever solution. Feng Yasong's "teasing" of Cang Xingyun could also be conveyed through words and actions.
As for those close-fitting pulls, many are hidden under the quilt and cannot be seen.
After all, what mattered was the atmosphere. How to capture the shots was the director's decision.
Director Xue frowned, staring at the recording on the monitor for a long time, making Shen Qingzhi anxious as well.
Finally, she nodded, "Even though this portrayal is a bit different from what I imagined, the effect is still good."
Shen Qingzhi let out a long breath, "Director Xue, so this one has passed?"
"Save one first, take another shot, and then take a few more close-ups."
Director Xue turned to Shen Qingzhi, her tone still relatively gentle, "The emotions are pretty good, but the movements are still too restrained. Don't think I didn't notice. Just now, under the blanket, you weren't actually holding her waist. Don't try to deceive the audience."
Shen Qingzhi:!
Director Xue then looked at Gu Jinrong beside her and nodded, "You did well. Keep it up."
In that previous scene, the sense of pulling between the two was mainly conveyed through Cang Xingyun's changing expressions.
With just a few glances, a series of emotional changes and throbbing in her heart were undoubtedly revealed. It must be true that ginger is still spicy when it's old.
This was Shen Qingzhi's first time acting against someone with much greater skill than her. During the intense scene just now, she keenly felt the gap and realized she couldn't rely on her cleverness as before.
So she had no choice but to muster 120000 points of her spirit, afraid of dragging down the film crew.
The second take felt more natural than the first. Shen Qingzhi dared not be too crafty this time, almost staying close to Gu Jinrong for the entire first half of the scene.
She even suspected that she blushed even more than the person being teased at that time, but it was surprising that Director Xue never shouted 'cut'.
The two re-shot the scene and added a few close-up shots of the hands and face before the shot finally came to an end.
Shen Qingzhi sat on the wicker chair, wiping the sweat on her forehead with a tissue as if she had just finished a marathon.
There was a ten-minute break before the next scene, and she wanted to calm down by herself, but a certain black heart who was in the mood to disturb her, teased her on purpose.
"Qingqing, would you like some strawberries?" Gu Jinrong held a plate of brightly glistening strawberries, smiling sweetly and harmlessly.
Shen Qingzhi glanced around and saw many crew members holding fresh strawberries in their hands.
This person was quite approachable.
"I don't want to eat." She lazily reclined on the wicker chair, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.
After Shen Qingzhi finished speaking, she felt a strange sensation behind her, as if someone was following her.
She looked up, and Gu Jinrong was clearly standing right in front of her. Strange.