Xia Yitong's head just rose a little, and Lu Yinbing suppressed her with one hand: "Go to sleep, shut up, and close your eyes."
Xia Yitong was held down by her, and she didn't know when she fell asleep. Before falling asleep, she was still thinking in a daze: What was I trying to say just now
The next day was a cloudy day, a rare cloudy day since I joined the group. There were dark clouds in the sky and showers were forecast. Xia Yitong woke up first. She stared blankly at Lu Yinbing who had crawled into her arms again. Memories of the previous day rushed into her head, and some of them seemed unreal.
Opening Weibo, the hot search list is still the same as yesterday. After a night of fermentation, the matter has not only not settled down, but has intensified. Questions such as why did Dong Yafei spread rumors? The costlessness of online rumors, witnessing the strange current situation in the entertainment industry, etc. are still being discussed in the square, but the focus has shifted away from the "homosexual scandal". Netizens have no evidence for these things, and each of them has their own reasons. They can't make any waves.
For some unknown reason, Xia Yitong poked the screen a few times and entered Dong Yafei's Weibo. The most recent Weibo post was yesterday morning, saying good morning, but the number of comments had exceeded 100,000, which showed that it had been slaughtered.
Lu Yinbing's hand moved slightly, and Xia Yitong immediately locked the phone screen. She looked over and saw that he was not awake. Xia Yitong unlocked the phone again and looked at the screen quietly, without opening the comments to read the content.
I don’t know how long it took, but her dull eyes rolled around. She first removed Dong Yafei’s fans, then unfollowed him and returned to her homepage.
Even without reading the comments on her Weibo, she knew that they were all sympathetic to her suffering from this unprovoked disaster. Everything became dull. Xia Yitong simply put away her phone, closed her eyes, and waited for Lu Yinbing's phone alarm to ring.
"The snow on this river and mountain cannot compare to the coldness between your brows..." Lu Yinbing's voice when singing is different from her voice when she speaks. It is round and smooth, and has a unique appeal. Xia Yitong feels like she is going insane. She thinks everything about Lu Yinbing is good.
One hundred and eighty seconds later, they both got up and said "Good morning" in unison. Then one of them went inside to wash up and the other changed clothes in the room. Xiaoxi knocked on the door and came in, with gossip written all over her face.
"Teacher Xia, Teacher Xia." Xia Yitong was humble and kind to others. Xiaoxi was more relaxed with her than with Lu Yinbing.
"Um?"
"You and our teacher Lu..." Xiaoxi winked, "I feel like you are different."
"Really?" Xia Yitong thought about it carefully. It seemed that after the scandal, the relationship between her and Lu Yinbing had taken a big step forward. Lu Yinbing had a tendency to put her in his protection territory, but more like a friend than a lover. Not sure whether this trend was good or bad, she smiled at Xiaoxi and said meaningfully, "I'll give you my good wishes."
Xiaoxi: “…”
I don't think I said anything. Why did you just give me good wishes? Now why is Teacher Xia like the artists in their family, talking in a mixed bag and she can't understand him.
It’s over, it’s over, Teacher Xia has turned bad, how can she still be a CP fan!
After washing up, Lu Xia and the other went to the set together. Although the matter had come to an end, they still restrained themselves and did not dare to laugh openly. They put on makeup on the set again and did not have any private communication. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the two of them put on makeup and took a car to the location for the filming. Qin Hanlin was already waiting there.
This was not the original plan, but today happened to be a cloudy day, and it might rain. It is now the end of July, and the planned shooting period is six months. Most of the shooting is tight in the early stage to avoid any accidents in the later stage, so the early stage scenes can only be spared for two months at most. This kind of weather is hard to come by, so the coordinator and the director discussed and simply moved the later scene to today.
On the mountain in the northern suburbs, there is a cool breeze, lush trees, smoke rising from the temples on the high ground, and soft soil underfoot, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Xia Yitong has filmed so many movies, but she didn't even know there was such a place nearby.
The camera had already been set up, and the scenery—the bamboo house, the forest, the temple—was ready-made. Xia Yitong heard from Lu Yinbing that Zhou Yiwen's script was written directly based on this. Qin Hanlin was already sitting behind the monitor, and the two handsome young actors had changed into ancient costumes and had already started filming.
Although young Chen Qing is only eight years old, he already looks like an adult, wearing a green dress and with delicate features; young Jing Xiu is four years old, wearing a navy blue brocade dress. The actress was well chosen, she is a famous child star nowadays, with a delicate and beautiful figure. The interesting thing is that both of them are girls.
Lu Xia and the other girl looked at each other and found that the two actors did have similarities in their facial features.
Qin Hanlin stopped and bent over to talk to the children: "Later, your Highness, you run down this mountain path. Little Chen Qing, you hold a straw in your mouth and sit on the branch and wait. Don't be afraid, your uncle will carry you up."
The actor who plays Xiao Chen Qing smiled maturely: "I'm not afraid. I often climb trees. I can also do martial arts scenes."
Qin Hanlin took out a candy from his pocket and gave it to her: "You will have a fighting scene later, wait for it."
The "little prince" got along better with Qin Hanlin, and even joked in a baby voice: "Director, do you want me to run sideways, vertically, or twist my waist?"
"Run normally." Qin Hanlin tapped the little actor's nose and gave her a candy.
"Snow Breaking Chapter...action!"
For some reason, Jing Xiu, who was only four years old, was not in the palace. Instead, he was escorted by several guards to this remote place and handed over to an old man with white hair and beard to take care of him. The simple food and drink in the mountains were completely different from the luxurious food in the palace. There were trees on the left and trees on the right. No matter how unfavored, the little prince was still pampered. He couldn't stand it after just three days and thought about escaping.
That morning, while the old man was out collecting herbs, she secretly packed her luggage and planned to go down the mountain. A camera was set up in the bamboo house, and the camera cut to the bamboo couch. A small figure appeared in the camera, and the camera shifted to show that little Jingxiu was struggling to carry a triangular bamboo stool. The two stools together were taller than her. Little Jingxiu lay on the chair and panted, then climbed up using all four limbs, stood on her feet unsteadily, and looked at the corner cabinet. Her black grape-like eyes lit up in surprise. Her pink little hands grabbed something, but her feet were unstable, the bamboo stool legs shook, and she fell straight down.
She pursed her lips subconsciously, wiped her eyes, but didn't cry. She got up by herself, with a stubborn expression as if she had never known what tears were.
"Stop—" Qin Hanlin shouted, "Go!"
The stage manager took some candy and rubbed the little actor's sore butt.
Lu Yinbing looked at it and said, "Guess what she is holding?"
Xia Yitong had read the script, so she naturally knew: "Grasshopper."
"Why don't you write for me anymore?" Lu Yinbing suddenly sighed softly.
Xia Yitong was slightly surprised and was about to say, "I've never made a story for you, and I don't know how to make one," but she suddenly realized that Lu Yinbing was no longer Lu Yinbing, she was Jing Xiu.
Xia Yitong lowered her eyes and slowly immersed herself in the role. Miraculously, she had never been so immersed in a role before. She raised her eyes, and the slight surprise disappeared. Her eyes were bottomless, as if she was desperate and sad: "Some things can only be chosen one by one. If I choose to be Chen Qing, the man of the world, I can no longer give you the person who wrote the grasshopper."
Lu Yinbing looked at her, but it seemed as if he wasn't looking at her. He was just looking through her into a distant memory. His expression was indifferent and distant: "When you betrayed me, did you ever think that I might die?"
“I have thought about it.”
Lu Yinbing's focus came down to reality. The person in his memory overlapped with the person in front of him. He asked quietly, "What if I died? What would you do?"
"I can't do anything."
"Will you come to accompany me?"
"… "
Lu Yinbing smiled, her eyes seemed to be filled with moisture. She took a deep breath, her eyes reddened because of some hidden emotion. She turned around and stood quietly facing the distant mountains for a long time. She shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that we are all helpless."
Xia Yitong let out a long breath, feeling a little blocked in her throat and feeling very uncomfortable. Lu Yinbing turned around and saw that her eyes were red. He knew that she was really in love, so he called out in her ear, "Hey, Mimosa!"
Xia Yitong immediately lost interest in the show, and huddled herself into a small ball, shyly.
"Why do you think screenwriter Zhou Yiwen designed this kind of plot?" Xia Yitong asked. The two protagonists have known each other since childhood and fell in love with each other, but fate pushed them in opposite directions from the very beginning.
Little Jingxiu had already left the house and was running down the mountain along the narrow path. She didn't bring any luggage with her, except for a small grasshopper in her hand, which she had picked up in the grass when she went out to play two days ago. She called out twice, but didn't see the owner, so she took the grasshopper home.
There were some people hiding in the mountains, but she didn't know.
Xiao Chen lay lightly on a tree branch. Below her was a sparsely populated narrow path covered with flowers. Above her was a bright blue sky - of course, the sky was not bright today, so she could edit it later. She crossed her legs and held a piece of straw that she had just broken from the field in her mouth. The straw swayed slower and slower, and finally stopped moving. The girl fell asleep.
The crane camera passed over her eyes, capturing this clear and delicate face at close range.
A fine dust flew up from the distance of the camera, and a small pink ball appeared in sight. The girl fell into a deep sleep, her feet landed and hung in the air. She was startled and opened her eyes. Half of the wooden sign on her chest fell out. It was an old sign, and the material was not rare. The handwriting was so childish that it seemed as if it was carved by the child in front of her.
The word is: broken snow.
The girl put the sign with the words "Po Xue" engraved on it back into her chest, and calmly looked at the child staggering towards her from a distance. She found the right moment and blew, and the straw in her mouth floated down and landed on little Jingxiu's head.
"Child."
Little Jingxiu was so frightened that she sat down on the ground and looked around. Little Chenqing jumped down from the tree like a god descending from the sky.
"You left without permission, but did you get my consent?"
"You, who are you? Why should I get your consent?" When little Jingxiu saw that it was a person, and a pretty sister, he was not so afraid of her anymore and spoke with the airs of a prince.
"My name is Hongyu." Little Chen Qing looked like a little adult, leaning against the tree trunk, looking very casual. "I opened this mountain, planted this tree, if you want to pass by, leave the grasshopper behind."