shooting scene
Li Cheng and Meng Ziyi began to operate with real guns and ammunition, unlike the fake moves they had studied in the morning.
There was mottled moss under the ancient city wall, and Li Cheng's knuckles knocked on the prop saddle, making a dull sound.
He suddenly grabbed the reins and pushed them down, and the horse's head lowered with the sound of the metal bit clinking.
"Come over here diagonally." The reins left red marks on his palms. When he looked up, his Adam's apple rolled in the shadows. "The angle of your leaning should be 15 degrees higher than the horse's back."
Meng Ziyi's fingertips, without rouge on, passed through the air, and the hem of her pomegranate-red skirt swept across the cracks in the blue bricks.
She suddenly jumped onto the horse, and the leather waist guard creaked slightly as she moved.
"What if it hits your jaw?" The reins were wrapped around her wrist three times, and the horse stepped on its front hooves nervously, and sparks flew on the stone slabs.
When the chestnut horse brought by the props team stepped over the reflection of the moat for the third time, the stage management had already removed the fourth bucket of iced sour plum soup.
Li Cheng pressed his palms against the saddle and pushed forward, his sweat-soaked undershirt sticking to his spine.
When Meng Ziyi leaned over for the thirteenth time, he smelled the scent of osmanthus oil mixed with sweat on her temples, but her eyelashes suddenly trembled half an inch away from his nose, like a frightened butterfly.
"Cut!" Meng Ziyi tore open the corset that left red marks, and the lapis lazuli earrings left a residual shadow on the side of her neck.
She grabbed the clapperboard and thrust it into the crack between the blue bricks: "Every time you tilt your head, the timing is wrong." Li Cheng's sword handle hit the gap in the city wall, and the peeling wall dust fell on his shoulder armor.
He suddenly untied his leather wrist guard and threw it to the ground, the metal buckle bouncing on the stone slab and rolling into the shadows.
As dusk spread over the eaves of the arrow tower, the site staff pulled up the last cordon.
Li Cheng's sleeves were wrapped with three leather straps. He suddenly grabbed her ankles and stuffed them into the stirrups.
The sound of Meng Ziyi's gasp was stuck in his throat, and the temperature of his palms burned his skin through the silk socks.
"On the count of three, let go of the reins."
When he spoke with his Adam's apple against the back of her neck, it sent a tingling sensation down her spine.
When the eighteenth attempt made the horse's hooves stop right at the gap in the city wall, the setting sun was leaking in from the battlements and cutting the shadows of the two people.
Li Cheng suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her down, his nose rubbing against the pearl dangling from her earlobe.
“I want this.”
His hoarse voice mixed with the crisp sound of horseshoes hitting bluestone, "The moment you dodge."
When the last afterglow shattered into gold foil on the surface of the moat, the clapperboard finally stopped making the harsh cracking sound.
Meng Ziyi loosened the buttons on his collar and caught a glimpse of the blush on the tips of his ears blending into the twilight.
The stone pavement reflected the damp light, I don't know if it was splashed
Li Cheng is very serious and pursues perfection, while Meng Ziyi may be a little shy or nervous, but gradually lets go through repeated attempts. The interaction between the two is full of subtle tension, with eye contact, reactions during physical contact, and the frustration and unwillingness brought about by constant failure.
The chestnut horse brought by the props team was snorting and stamping its hooves on the spot, its mane glossy in the twilight.
Li Cheng's palms were stained with sweat as he gripped the reins, and the leather reins left light red marks on his knuckles.
He didn't know how many times he had adjusted the length of the stirrup, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the other person rubbing the copper nails on the front bridge of the saddle with his thumb. The metal surface reflected the setting sun like a dancing fire.
“Try again.”
His voice was hoarse like gravel, and the movement of him lifting his legs to straddle the horse's back caused a squeaking sound of leather rubbing against each other.
Amid the crisp sound of horseshoes knocking on bluestone slabs, one could hear the electrical noise of the site manager's intercom urging everyone to finish work.
The wind caused by the horse's trot lifted the other's hair on his forehead. When he leaned over, he could smell the sweat oozing from the back of his neck mixed with the scent of grass. His lips were about to touch the ends of his hair and then slipped away. At this moment, the horse tilted its head and snorted.
I don't know how many times the clapperboard hit, but the morning sun was stuck between the upturned ridges of the eaves.
He lost the balance in the force he used to grip the horse's belly, and the moment the horse raised its hooves in pain, its neck tilted back due to inertia, forming a fragile arc.
This time the touch finally felt real - the skin under the lips was steaming with the hot flashes after intense exercise, the ears were filled with the uncontrolled heartbeats in two chests, and the saddle belt cut into the outside of the thigh as the horse shook its head. The sharp pain made the chaotic nerves suddenly clear.
The hand of the stagehand holding the lighting board froze in mid-air, and the aluminum alloy frame cut the last ray of daylight into pieces.
Neither of them called for a stop. The horses circled in place, nibbling on the grass stems growing out of the cracks in the bricks. Their manes brushed across the backs of their folded hands, causing a slight itch.
In the distance, a cart could be heard rumbling across the cobblestone road. A dragonfly landed on a copper stirrup that was still warm, its thin wings trembling in the twilight like a dying charcoal fire.
When their lips parted, Sister Meng looked up at Li Cheng affectionately.
The latter rode his horse two steps and looked back every two steps.
During the rehearsal, in a corner on the other side, Li Cheng's assistant Xiao Wang was holding a thermos cup and watching the copper bells hanging from the eaves making clear sounds in the wind.
He nudged the short-haired girl next to him with his elbow and said, "I'll bet a bag of spicy noodles, and Teacher Meng will definitely change his position later."
Before she finished her words, Sister Meng had already whirled away like a butterfly.
Meng Ziyi pressed her fingertips against the edge of the script, her eyes squinting: "Teacher Li just stepped on the third blue brick?" The tip of her embroidered shoes precisely touched the mottled moss marks on the stone slab, and the silver thread embroidery on her cuffs flashed coldly in the sunlight.
"Mr. Meng counted wrong."
Li Cheng raised his foot and stepped over the moss, and the friction between the soles of his boots and the stone slabs made a slight sandy sound.
The Buddhist beads on his wrist tapped against the railing as he moved, and the muffled sound of the wood startled a few gray birds under the corridor.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves on the set, casting patches of light on the nervous faces of the two assistants.
The air was filled with a faint scent of jasmine, which was the atmosphere that the crew specially prepared for this emotional scene.
On the stone bridge, the quaint pavilions appear and disappear in the misty rain, creating a unique Jiangnan water village style.
The two assistants took out their mobile phones at the same time and started recording. In the camera, two figures were chasing and fighting in the winding corridor, and the hems of their skirts and robes fluttered like swords.
The two assistants' eyes were fixed on the shooting site not far away. Their artists were immersed in their roles, performing a passionate kiss scene.
Li Cheng's eyes revealed deep and focused emotions, as if he wanted to embrace Meng Ziyi completely into his own world.
Meng Ziyi was like an elf that had fallen into the mortal world, gentle and affectionate, and every look in her eyes revealed her deep affection for Li Cheng.
The director stood behind the monitor with a satisfied smile on his face.
The camera lens captured this scene faithfully, and the two people in the picture seemed to have really traveled through time and space and became an inseparable part of the world in the play. The assistants' hearts beat with the fluctuations of the plot, and their emotions were infected by the actors' performances, as if they had become a part of the play.
Everything around them became quiet, with only the occasional sound of a distant cruise ship passing through the water, adding a touch of unintentional romance to the scene. However, in this tranquility, the two assistants' emotions were turbulent.
They know that their artists' performance will become an eternal classic in the hearts of the audience, and this moment will undoubtedly become an unforgettable scene in their careers.
She forgot to look away when Li Cheng suddenly turned his head.
There was a mint leaf at the corner of his lips, and the sunlight cast his eyelashes into a dense golden fence. The eyes that flowed from behind the fence were hotter than the kiss on horseback.
She hurriedly grabbed the ink on the dressing table, but found that the tip of the pen had already left a crescent-shaped mark on her palm.
When looking at Meng Ziyi, Li Cheng looked into his eyes, stared at him for a moment, and then frowned slightly.
He noticed the ambiguity in Meng Ziyi's eyes, as if he could feel the love dancing in her eyes.
Meng Ziyi's eyes were like an endless ocean of tenderness, with a hint of hesitation and expectation.
This love penetrated through his eyes and struck Li Cheng's heart, as if it was going to melt him completely.
Li Cheng couldn't help but respond to Meng Ziyi's love. The latter felt the response and felt a little shy. He turned his head quickly, fearing that others would notice something.
-
The accumulated water on the bluestone slabs on the set reflected the image of the ancient city wall, and the rail cars made slight sounds as they rolled over the slippery road.
Li Cheng held the reins with one hand. The iron scales shone coldly under the spotlight. The force of his combat boots against the stirrups made the chestnut horse paddle its front hooves restlessly.
He saw the number three machine position slowly moving forward out of the corner of his eye, and as his Adam's apple slid, he swallowed the rusty-tasting blood - the tip of his tongue that he had bitten during practice was still bleeding.
The tassels of Meng Ziyi's earrings swept across her collarbone, and the collar of her clothes embroidered with twin lotus flowers rose and fell with her breathing.
She counted the seconds as the track slid, and looked up at the moment the eighth hoof hit the ground.
The cold armor neck guard brushed against her chin, causing a slight sting, and her eyelashes were still trembling when the hot lips pressed down.
The stagehand's knuckles turned white as he gripped the blower switch, blowing her scarlet skirt into a blooming pomegranate flower.
The muscle memory accumulated from dozens of auditions is fermenting.
Li Cheng's left hand gripped the back of her neck three points harder than during rehearsal, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed the cinnabar mole below her earlobe.
In the monitor, his leaning shadow completely enveloped her, and she lightly touched his palate with the tip of her tongue in the blind spot of the camera - this was a secret she discovered during the third rehearsal, which made the red curve at the corner of her eyes more natural.
The extras holding reflectors on the sidelines covered their mouths, and the black-sailed boat props created ripples in the artificial rain curtain.
There were seven stubbed cigarette butts from the assistant director piled up in the mossy corner of the wall, and the arc of the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the stone bridge was always exactly the same.
When the tiptoes of Meng Ziyi's embroidered shoes rose beyond the safety mark, Li Cheng's drooping cloak wrapped around her ankles just in time, and the fabric with dark gold patterns concealed her staggering step.
The raindrops froze amid the sound of hitting the boards.
The director leaned half of his body out from behind the monitor, and the sound of his palm slapping his knees startled the copper bell on the eaves.
The torn corners of the script notebook recorded the number of NGs, which were finally marked with twisted asterisks in ballpoint pen.
The jasmine scent of lip balm lingered on Li Cheng's loosened fingertips, and when Meng Ziyi lowered her head to adjust her belt, she hid the burning tips of her ears in her dark blue hair.
"Crack!"
As soon as Director Zeng's voice rang out, Li Cheng and Meng Ziyi quickly separated their lips.
'Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap'
There was warm applause at the scene. After all, this kissing scene was not easy to shoot, especially since Zeng Qingjie was very good at shooting short dramas. He did not expect that these two actors in horizontal screen could perform a kiss that was more enjoyable than that in vertical screen. Meng Ziyi was worthy of being the man he had chosen.
Sister Meng smiled slightly, hid behind Li Cheng who was wearing armor, and whispered: "Is your mouth bleeding?"
Li Cheng tilted his head slightly, snorted, and said, "You were the one who bit me before, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive this time."
Li Cheng really didn't expect that this time Sister Meng would actually take the initiative to stick out her tongue to pry open his gums, but he would not admit defeat.
Director Zeng looked at the two people who were walking over, showed a very satisfied smile, and said: "You two acted really well! Cheng Cheng, you really look like a general in this armor, more majestic than the one you wore in Joy of Life."
After talking about Li Cheng, Director Zeng looked at Meng Ziyi who was watching attentively on the side and said, "Sister Meng is really beautiful, especially the moment when you raised your head and stood on tiptoe, wow."
Sister Meng felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, but she discovered one thing while watching: Li Cheng's hands were really beautiful, just like a girl's hands.
Director Zeng pointed at the screen and said to the two of them proudly, "Especially the way Cheng Cheng turned around and left, it was really evil!"
Li Cheng also nodded with great satisfaction. It must be said that the person who shot the short drama was really good. The shots were amazing and it was so cool to watch!
Director Zeng looked at the two and asked carefully, "Would you two take a break and continue filming?"
“You can direct!”
"Thank you, director."
Director Zeng saw that the two people did not look shy at all, and he really did not choose the wrong people. The two people really had a tacit understanding, and the most important thing was that the two people were too familiar with each other. He looked at the two people who were about to leave and said, "After you finish your makeup, don't forget to walk through the next scene."
"Do not worry!"
"Ok!"
Watching the two of them leave, Director Zeng is looking forward to the days ahead. Although Li Cheng made quite a stir during the New Year's Eve, it also brought a lot of exposure to their drama! After all, Li Cheng is now a walking traffic star and a hot search!
As the two walked back side by side, Sister Meng asked in a low voice: "I will treat you to dinner tonight after the filming, after all, you bit your mouth."
Li Cheng nodded, pointed at the two of them and asked, "Just the two of us?"
"Oh, who else do you want to call?"
Meng Ziyi was a little unhappy. I, a beautiful lady, invited you to dinner and you are not happy?
"Aren't you afraid that we'll be photographed? The incident I made a couple of days ago was such a big deal, aren't you afraid of being labeled a mistress?"
Li Cheng was actually a little worried. After all, after Song Qian danced with him, the black hot searches continued to rise, and it was obvious that someone was targeting her again.
Sister Meng shook her head and said, "Everyone knows our relationship! Who can think that way? We are family! We participated in three seasons of Taohuawu together! And after the news of our collaboration was known to fans, I saw that people on the Internet were very excited. How could anyone accuse me of this?"
After listening to Sister Meng's words, Li Cheng felt that it was right. Although he had been ambiguous with Sister Meng before, it was limited to ambiguity and he did not do anything else.
Meng Ziyi noticed that Li Cheng was in a daze while walking, and asked with concern: "Are you still worried about the past?"
Li Cheng was fantasizing in his head. When he heard Sister Meng's voice, he shook his head and said, "That's not the case. If Xiaotian isn't angry, then it's no big deal. Netizens are talking about them. I can't lose a piece of meat or block their mouths."
"That's right, your mentality is better than mine."
Meng Ziyi nodded after listening to this, not knowing that Li Cheng was actually fantasizing about something else. (End of this chapter)
Li Cheng and Meng Ziyi began to operate with real guns and ammunition, unlike the fake moves they had studied in the morning.
There was mottled moss under the ancient city wall, and Li Cheng's knuckles knocked on the prop saddle, making a dull sound.
He suddenly grabbed the reins and pushed them down, and the horse's head lowered with the sound of the metal bit clinking.
"Come over here diagonally." The reins left red marks on his palms. When he looked up, his Adam's apple rolled in the shadows. "The angle of your leaning should be 15 degrees higher than the horse's back."
Meng Ziyi's fingertips, without rouge on, passed through the air, and the hem of her pomegranate-red skirt swept across the cracks in the blue bricks.
She suddenly jumped onto the horse, and the leather waist guard creaked slightly as she moved.
"What if it hits your jaw?" The reins were wrapped around her wrist three times, and the horse stepped on its front hooves nervously, and sparks flew on the stone slabs.
When the chestnut horse brought by the props team stepped over the reflection of the moat for the third time, the stage management had already removed the fourth bucket of iced sour plum soup.
Li Cheng pressed his palms against the saddle and pushed forward, his sweat-soaked undershirt sticking to his spine.
When Meng Ziyi leaned over for the thirteenth time, he smelled the scent of osmanthus oil mixed with sweat on her temples, but her eyelashes suddenly trembled half an inch away from his nose, like a frightened butterfly.
"Cut!" Meng Ziyi tore open the corset that left red marks, and the lapis lazuli earrings left a residual shadow on the side of her neck.
She grabbed the clapperboard and thrust it into the crack between the blue bricks: "Every time you tilt your head, the timing is wrong." Li Cheng's sword handle hit the gap in the city wall, and the peeling wall dust fell on his shoulder armor.
He suddenly untied his leather wrist guard and threw it to the ground, the metal buckle bouncing on the stone slab and rolling into the shadows.
As dusk spread over the eaves of the arrow tower, the site staff pulled up the last cordon.
Li Cheng's sleeves were wrapped with three leather straps. He suddenly grabbed her ankles and stuffed them into the stirrups.
The sound of Meng Ziyi's gasp was stuck in his throat, and the temperature of his palms burned his skin through the silk socks.
"On the count of three, let go of the reins."
When he spoke with his Adam's apple against the back of her neck, it sent a tingling sensation down her spine.
When the eighteenth attempt made the horse's hooves stop right at the gap in the city wall, the setting sun was leaking in from the battlements and cutting the shadows of the two people.
Li Cheng suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her down, his nose rubbing against the pearl dangling from her earlobe.
“I want this.”
His hoarse voice mixed with the crisp sound of horseshoes hitting bluestone, "The moment you dodge."
When the last afterglow shattered into gold foil on the surface of the moat, the clapperboard finally stopped making the harsh cracking sound.
Meng Ziyi loosened the buttons on his collar and caught a glimpse of the blush on the tips of his ears blending into the twilight.
The stone pavement reflected the damp light, I don't know if it was splashed
Li Cheng is very serious and pursues perfection, while Meng Ziyi may be a little shy or nervous, but gradually lets go through repeated attempts. The interaction between the two is full of subtle tension, with eye contact, reactions during physical contact, and the frustration and unwillingness brought about by constant failure.
The chestnut horse brought by the props team was snorting and stamping its hooves on the spot, its mane glossy in the twilight.
Li Cheng's palms were stained with sweat as he gripped the reins, and the leather reins left light red marks on his knuckles.
He didn't know how many times he had adjusted the length of the stirrup, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the other person rubbing the copper nails on the front bridge of the saddle with his thumb. The metal surface reflected the setting sun like a dancing fire.
“Try again.”
His voice was hoarse like gravel, and the movement of him lifting his legs to straddle the horse's back caused a squeaking sound of leather rubbing against each other.
Amid the crisp sound of horseshoes knocking on bluestone slabs, one could hear the electrical noise of the site manager's intercom urging everyone to finish work.
The wind caused by the horse's trot lifted the other's hair on his forehead. When he leaned over, he could smell the sweat oozing from the back of his neck mixed with the scent of grass. His lips were about to touch the ends of his hair and then slipped away. At this moment, the horse tilted its head and snorted.
I don't know how many times the clapperboard hit, but the morning sun was stuck between the upturned ridges of the eaves.
He lost the balance in the force he used to grip the horse's belly, and the moment the horse raised its hooves in pain, its neck tilted back due to inertia, forming a fragile arc.
This time the touch finally felt real - the skin under the lips was steaming with the hot flashes after intense exercise, the ears were filled with the uncontrolled heartbeats in two chests, and the saddle belt cut into the outside of the thigh as the horse shook its head. The sharp pain made the chaotic nerves suddenly clear.
The hand of the stagehand holding the lighting board froze in mid-air, and the aluminum alloy frame cut the last ray of daylight into pieces.
Neither of them called for a stop. The horses circled in place, nibbling on the grass stems growing out of the cracks in the bricks. Their manes brushed across the backs of their folded hands, causing a slight itch.
In the distance, a cart could be heard rumbling across the cobblestone road. A dragonfly landed on a copper stirrup that was still warm, its thin wings trembling in the twilight like a dying charcoal fire.
When their lips parted, Sister Meng looked up at Li Cheng affectionately.
The latter rode his horse two steps and looked back every two steps.
During the rehearsal, in a corner on the other side, Li Cheng's assistant Xiao Wang was holding a thermos cup and watching the copper bells hanging from the eaves making clear sounds in the wind.
He nudged the short-haired girl next to him with his elbow and said, "I'll bet a bag of spicy noodles, and Teacher Meng will definitely change his position later."
Before she finished her words, Sister Meng had already whirled away like a butterfly.
Meng Ziyi pressed her fingertips against the edge of the script, her eyes squinting: "Teacher Li just stepped on the third blue brick?" The tip of her embroidered shoes precisely touched the mottled moss marks on the stone slab, and the silver thread embroidery on her cuffs flashed coldly in the sunlight.
"Mr. Meng counted wrong."
Li Cheng raised his foot and stepped over the moss, and the friction between the soles of his boots and the stone slabs made a slight sandy sound.
The Buddhist beads on his wrist tapped against the railing as he moved, and the muffled sound of the wood startled a few gray birds under the corridor.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves on the set, casting patches of light on the nervous faces of the two assistants.
The air was filled with a faint scent of jasmine, which was the atmosphere that the crew specially prepared for this emotional scene.
On the stone bridge, the quaint pavilions appear and disappear in the misty rain, creating a unique Jiangnan water village style.
The two assistants took out their mobile phones at the same time and started recording. In the camera, two figures were chasing and fighting in the winding corridor, and the hems of their skirts and robes fluttered like swords.
The two assistants' eyes were fixed on the shooting site not far away. Their artists were immersed in their roles, performing a passionate kiss scene.
Li Cheng's eyes revealed deep and focused emotions, as if he wanted to embrace Meng Ziyi completely into his own world.
Meng Ziyi was like an elf that had fallen into the mortal world, gentle and affectionate, and every look in her eyes revealed her deep affection for Li Cheng.
The director stood behind the monitor with a satisfied smile on his face.
The camera lens captured this scene faithfully, and the two people in the picture seemed to have really traveled through time and space and became an inseparable part of the world in the play. The assistants' hearts beat with the fluctuations of the plot, and their emotions were infected by the actors' performances, as if they had become a part of the play.
Everything around them became quiet, with only the occasional sound of a distant cruise ship passing through the water, adding a touch of unintentional romance to the scene. However, in this tranquility, the two assistants' emotions were turbulent.
They know that their artists' performance will become an eternal classic in the hearts of the audience, and this moment will undoubtedly become an unforgettable scene in their careers.
She forgot to look away when Li Cheng suddenly turned his head.
There was a mint leaf at the corner of his lips, and the sunlight cast his eyelashes into a dense golden fence. The eyes that flowed from behind the fence were hotter than the kiss on horseback.
She hurriedly grabbed the ink on the dressing table, but found that the tip of the pen had already left a crescent-shaped mark on her palm.
When looking at Meng Ziyi, Li Cheng looked into his eyes, stared at him for a moment, and then frowned slightly.
He noticed the ambiguity in Meng Ziyi's eyes, as if he could feel the love dancing in her eyes.
Meng Ziyi's eyes were like an endless ocean of tenderness, with a hint of hesitation and expectation.
This love penetrated through his eyes and struck Li Cheng's heart, as if it was going to melt him completely.
Li Cheng couldn't help but respond to Meng Ziyi's love. The latter felt the response and felt a little shy. He turned his head quickly, fearing that others would notice something.
-
The accumulated water on the bluestone slabs on the set reflected the image of the ancient city wall, and the rail cars made slight sounds as they rolled over the slippery road.
Li Cheng held the reins with one hand. The iron scales shone coldly under the spotlight. The force of his combat boots against the stirrups made the chestnut horse paddle its front hooves restlessly.
He saw the number three machine position slowly moving forward out of the corner of his eye, and as his Adam's apple slid, he swallowed the rusty-tasting blood - the tip of his tongue that he had bitten during practice was still bleeding.
The tassels of Meng Ziyi's earrings swept across her collarbone, and the collar of her clothes embroidered with twin lotus flowers rose and fell with her breathing.
She counted the seconds as the track slid, and looked up at the moment the eighth hoof hit the ground.
The cold armor neck guard brushed against her chin, causing a slight sting, and her eyelashes were still trembling when the hot lips pressed down.
The stagehand's knuckles turned white as he gripped the blower switch, blowing her scarlet skirt into a blooming pomegranate flower.
The muscle memory accumulated from dozens of auditions is fermenting.
Li Cheng's left hand gripped the back of her neck three points harder than during rehearsal, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed the cinnabar mole below her earlobe.
In the monitor, his leaning shadow completely enveloped her, and she lightly touched his palate with the tip of her tongue in the blind spot of the camera - this was a secret she discovered during the third rehearsal, which made the red curve at the corner of her eyes more natural.
The extras holding reflectors on the sidelines covered their mouths, and the black-sailed boat props created ripples in the artificial rain curtain.
There were seven stubbed cigarette butts from the assistant director piled up in the mossy corner of the wall, and the arc of the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the stone bridge was always exactly the same.
When the tiptoes of Meng Ziyi's embroidered shoes rose beyond the safety mark, Li Cheng's drooping cloak wrapped around her ankles just in time, and the fabric with dark gold patterns concealed her staggering step.
The raindrops froze amid the sound of hitting the boards.
The director leaned half of his body out from behind the monitor, and the sound of his palm slapping his knees startled the copper bell on the eaves.
The torn corners of the script notebook recorded the number of NGs, which were finally marked with twisted asterisks in ballpoint pen.
The jasmine scent of lip balm lingered on Li Cheng's loosened fingertips, and when Meng Ziyi lowered her head to adjust her belt, she hid the burning tips of her ears in her dark blue hair.
"Crack!"
As soon as Director Zeng's voice rang out, Li Cheng and Meng Ziyi quickly separated their lips.
'Pap-pap-pap-pap-pap'
There was warm applause at the scene. After all, this kissing scene was not easy to shoot, especially since Zeng Qingjie was very good at shooting short dramas. He did not expect that these two actors in horizontal screen could perform a kiss that was more enjoyable than that in vertical screen. Meng Ziyi was worthy of being the man he had chosen.
Sister Meng smiled slightly, hid behind Li Cheng who was wearing armor, and whispered: "Is your mouth bleeding?"
Li Cheng tilted his head slightly, snorted, and said, "You were the one who bit me before, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive this time."
Li Cheng really didn't expect that this time Sister Meng would actually take the initiative to stick out her tongue to pry open his gums, but he would not admit defeat.
Director Zeng looked at the two people who were walking over, showed a very satisfied smile, and said: "You two acted really well! Cheng Cheng, you really look like a general in this armor, more majestic than the one you wore in Joy of Life."
After talking about Li Cheng, Director Zeng looked at Meng Ziyi who was watching attentively on the side and said, "Sister Meng is really beautiful, especially the moment when you raised your head and stood on tiptoe, wow."
Sister Meng felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, but she discovered one thing while watching: Li Cheng's hands were really beautiful, just like a girl's hands.
Director Zeng pointed at the screen and said to the two of them proudly, "Especially the way Cheng Cheng turned around and left, it was really evil!"
Li Cheng also nodded with great satisfaction. It must be said that the person who shot the short drama was really good. The shots were amazing and it was so cool to watch!
Director Zeng looked at the two and asked carefully, "Would you two take a break and continue filming?"
“You can direct!”
"Thank you, director."
Director Zeng saw that the two people did not look shy at all, and he really did not choose the wrong people. The two people really had a tacit understanding, and the most important thing was that the two people were too familiar with each other. He looked at the two people who were about to leave and said, "After you finish your makeup, don't forget to walk through the next scene."
"Do not worry!"
"Ok!"
Watching the two of them leave, Director Zeng is looking forward to the days ahead. Although Li Cheng made quite a stir during the New Year's Eve, it also brought a lot of exposure to their drama! After all, Li Cheng is now a walking traffic star and a hot search!
As the two walked back side by side, Sister Meng asked in a low voice: "I will treat you to dinner tonight after the filming, after all, you bit your mouth."
Li Cheng nodded, pointed at the two of them and asked, "Just the two of us?"
"Oh, who else do you want to call?"
Meng Ziyi was a little unhappy. I, a beautiful lady, invited you to dinner and you are not happy?
"Aren't you afraid that we'll be photographed? The incident I made a couple of days ago was such a big deal, aren't you afraid of being labeled a mistress?"
Li Cheng was actually a little worried. After all, after Song Qian danced with him, the black hot searches continued to rise, and it was obvious that someone was targeting her again.
Sister Meng shook her head and said, "Everyone knows our relationship! Who can think that way? We are family! We participated in three seasons of Taohuawu together! And after the news of our collaboration was known to fans, I saw that people on the Internet were very excited. How could anyone accuse me of this?"
After listening to Sister Meng's words, Li Cheng felt that it was right. Although he had been ambiguous with Sister Meng before, it was limited to ambiguity and he did not do anything else.
Meng Ziyi noticed that Li Cheng was in a daze while walking, and asked with concern: "Are you still worried about the past?"
Li Cheng was fantasizing in his head. When he heard Sister Meng's voice, he shook his head and said, "That's not the case. If Xiaotian isn't angry, then it's no big deal. Netizens are talking about them. I can't lose a piece of meat or block their mouths."
"That's right, your mentality is better than mine."
Meng Ziyi nodded after listening to this, not knowing that Li Cheng was actually fantasizing about something else. (End of this chapter)
