"This is the first ti I’ve stayed in such a simple and rustic place." A thatched cottage, a fenced courtyard, and as Tian Sangsang ntioned, you can watch the stars and the moon.
Tian Sangsang couldn’t help but show a sly smile: "Really? Are you sure it’s the first ti?"
"Could it be the second ti?" Zhao Chun couldn’t help but shudder, eyeing her skeptically and observing her expression by the moonlight.
"No," Tian Sangsang imdiately let out an "oh," then added, "I forgot you’re not Zhao Chun."
Here we go again with this talk! Can’t she just explain clearly in one go?
Zhao Chun irately glared at her, his eyes wide, and muttered under his breath, "You’re looking at with that ’there’s a story’ gaze again..."
Tian Sangsang covered her mouth with a laugh and stood up, "We have filming tomorrow, get so early rest."
Zhao Chun pouted. At least explain things properly!
The next day, honoring their arrangent with Charles, the crew headed early to the Lushan Imperial Tablet Pavilion, waiting for him.
However, after sitting inside for over ten minutes, not even a strand of Charles’s hair appeared.
"This isn’t right. We agreed yesterday for 8 a.m. today," Zhao Chun murmured in frustration, looking down the mountain.
"But it’s already 8:15," Yao Yu sighed. "Do you think he isn’t coming?"
"He might be delayed for so reason," Chen Wan replied.
Zhao Chun: "We’ll wait another five minutes. If he still hasn’t shown up, we’ll start filming other scenes first. We even brought the barbecue setup today and specially prepared ingredients for grilling."
While waiting, the crew didn’t idle; they wandered around, looking at the grass, the trees, and the scenery.
"Yao Yu." Tian Sangsang walked to the side and suddenly waved at Yao Yu, "Co here for a mont."
"Sangsang Sis, what is it?" Yao Yu quickly trotted over, his gaze falling on the box of fruit leather in her hands.
"Here." Tian Sangsang handed the box to him. Yao Yu cheerfully took one, chewing as he said, "Sangsang Sis, if there’s sothing, just tell ."
"Actually, there’s been a question in my heart for a while. I’ve wanted to ask you for a long ti."
A question? Sothing she’s wanted to ask for ages? Yao Yu straightened his expression, "Go ahead, Sangsang Sis. If I know the answer, I’ll definitely tell you!"
"So... your boss. I’ve always felt that his brain isn’t quite normal." Tian Sangsang squinted her peach-shaped eyes conspiratorially and leaned in closer, "I was wondering if he’s experienced so sort of trauma or shock. Like maybe a car accident... or perhaps he fell into a river while walking and ca out a different person..."
"Sangsang Sis, you’ve figured it out!" Yao Yu exclaid, then quickly lowered his voice and agreed, "Boss really hasn’t been acting normal lately."
At this mont, saying soone wasn’t "acting normal" was rather innocent, not at all intended as an insult.
"Boss has beco forgetful. Ever since the hospital stay, he’s forgotten so things from the past."
"Why was he hospitalized?" Tian Sangsang seized on the key detail.
"Boss doesn’t like people to know about this. He..." Yao Yu hesitated.
"As soone he forgot, I think I have the right to know," Tian Sangsang extended another piece of fruit leather, smiling aningfully.
Yao Yu reached out to take another piece, his eyes widening, "So Sangsang Sis, you knew Boss before? That incident was on the news at the ti, but they didn’t disclose Boss’s na."
Tian Sangsang suppressed the shock in her heart, furrowing her brows deeply: "Was the culprit nad Chen Biao?"
"Yeah," Yao Yu nodded. "The guy disappeared sowhere, hasn’t been found even now."
Yao Yu had almost forgotten about this incident, but thinking of the culprit still being at large made him uneasy.
Tian Sangsang also felt a chill in her heart. Just thinking about it: if soone could be secretly watching her every day, how would that feel? Wouldn’t it be like living in a horror movie?
The thought alone was spine-tingling!
And why did Chen Biao want to kill Zhao Chun? Was it just over so grudge from the past?
"Places, everyone!" Five minutes later, Zhao Chun stepped out from the Imperial Stele Pavilion and said, "Looks like Charles won’t make it anyti soon. Let’s go shoot the scene first. Leave soone here to wait for him."
There was no other choice but to proceed this way.
With the cara ready, others hovered nearby, sneaking glances—kiss scene, a kiss scene!
Chen Wan was arranging things—a cloth spread on the ground with so fruits and two glasses of water placed on top.
"Ahem." Zhao Chun coughed awkwardly, "Let’s both stay in our best form for this, aiming to get it right in one take." This way, they wouldn’t need to repeatedly redo it.
Tian Sangsang seed slightly distracted, "Alright, no problem."
Zhao Chun, playing Geng Hua, lay on the ground, his chin propped up on his hands as he gazed at the scenery.
Tian Sangsang looked at his profile and automatically imrsed herself in the leading female’s mindset. The heroine must be thinking, "How silly, straightforward, and charmingly handso Geng Hua is."
Her heart unexpectedly fluttered. She rested her hands behind her head, lying down herself, and called softly, "Geng Hua. Geng Hua, can’t you be a little more proactive?"
Geng Hua was too absorbed in the scenery and didn’t hear her initially. After a while, he sat up and asked, "What did you say?"
He looked over, and the lovely Zhou Yun was lying on the ground, eyes closed, her lips curved in a gentle smile and radiating shyness.
She was breathtakingly beautiful like this. Her peach-blossom-like face basked in the sunlight looked flawless, void of imperfections, and without the shadow of the trees, her pale skin soon blushed brightly.
Zhao Chun suddenly realized her intent, his face flushed, heart racing, and he avoided her gaze.
Tian Sangsang nervously peeked at him, unsure of herself. As soone typically reserved, she usually gave re symbolic pecks to relatives or friends. But Zhou Yun, a vibrant and playful woman raised abroad, had a more open personality. When she kissed the male lead, it was a carefree and spirited "mua~," rather than the light, fleeting touch of lips.
Steeling herself, Tian Sangsang tried to channel Zhou Yun.
At this mont, Zhao Chun’s bashful deanor, the jade-like face—it was quite amusing. Just like the female protagonist, she felt a playful impulse, stood up, smiled mischievously with squinted eyes, and quickly kissed his cheek.
The surrounding crew watching couldn’t help but blush and their hearts couldn’t help but race.
Zhao Chun, like Geng Hua, pursed his dry lips bashfully, even more embarrassed, his dark eyes shimring brightly: "Everyone saw."
Perhaps she had indirectly brought him trouble, leading to Chen Biao’s revenge. Tian Sangsang felt guilty, sorrow surfacing on her face.
What was going on here? What’s the matter? Female lead, you kissed the male lead—why are you suddenly feeling sad?
The male lead is talking to you. What are you doing? Didn’t hear him? Hurry and hug him!
"Cut!" Zhao Chun suddenly raised his hand, halting the filming, swallowing nervously, "Tian Sangsang..."
Tian Sangsang snapped out of it, only to see Zhao Chun’s resentful little gaze.
"So just now I..." she said frustratedly, wiping her sweat, "didn’t manage to get it in one take."
Zhao Chun nodded vigorously. Everything was going fine earlier, but why did she get distracted at the end? It was just a small piece of dialogue left!
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