Mu Qiuniang nodded, then, just like Mu Nan had said, leisurely walked from one side to the other, eyes straight ahead.
"Cut, OK, Sister-in-law Jiang, you did great. Just do it like that later," Mu Nan praised her.
Mu Qiuniang felt a little confused: why did this movie seem so different from what she used to film? Before, there’d at least be so plot with Jiang Nuo leading, but for this one, she didn’t need to do much.
It was either having her walk from here to there or have her sit sowhere drinking tea, or painting, or admiring flowers, sothing like that.
Is this really a movie and not just filming her daily life?
"Hehehe... Honey, didn’t I tell you, just be yourself. The plot of this script is inherently simple, just a story about two people going from eting to falling in love, it’s their own story."
"Is the daily life of the female lead very similar to mine?"
Jiang Nuo touched his chin: "A bit similar, yet completely different. But having you act like the script requires is definitely a no-go, so why not just tweak the female lead a bit to fit your personality, it’s easier."
Mu Qiuniang: "..."
Easier to the point she thought they were just filming her.
Whether the plot was deliberately scrambled or not, after several days of shooting, Mu Qiuniang still had no idea what they were filming, one scene after another, just like shooting a photo album.
She basically had little to no dialogue.
No, not entirely without lines.
Until that day, the director suddenly handed her a note: "Hmm, the weather’s nice today, perfect for filming the first eting of the protagonists. In a while, just say these few lines, Jiang Nuo will converse with you, don’t ss it up."
With the script in hand, Mu Qiuniang felt these dialogues oddly familiar but couldn’t recall where she’d seen them before.
Following the script’s arrangent, as Mu Qiuniang walked from a certain corner, Jiang Nuo, dressed like a high schooler in faded, yellowed clothes, ran up from behind: "Hey, please wait a mont."
She paused, turned around, and looked at him puzzled.
He panted heavily, "Hey, pretty lady, what’s your na? I like you, can I be your friend?"
Mu Qiuniang looked utterly bewildered, turned around without even acknowledging him, and walked away.
Afterward, Jiang Nuo even acted out a scene of pursuing her, but unfortunately, the female lead walked too fast, and the male lead couldn’t catch up.
"Cut, next scene," the director’s voice rang out.
Then, just like before, Mu Qiuniang walked past that street corner once more. This ti, Jiang Nuo directly blocked her path, afraid she’d run off, standing in front of her out of breath, asking, "Don’t go, you haven’t answered my question yet, what’s your na? I really like you and want to be your friend, I’m not lying..."
"Hey, don’t be like this, just a na, one na will do, tell ."
"If you don’t tell , I’ll just keep blocking your way next ti, I have to get your na, or else I won’t give up."
...
Out of nowhere, Mu Qiuniang said, "Mu Qiuniang."
"What?" Jiang Nuo was clearly not expecting her to suddenly say her na at that mont, taken aback for a second, "I an it, if I don’t know your na, I definitely won’t give up. Wait, what did you just say your na was? Qiuniang? Is it Mu Qiuniang? Which Mu, which Qiu, which Niang?"
He yelled after her, as she walked out of his sight once more.
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