A Slacker at Work

Chapter 252

Filming continued until the end of the year. Along the way, the crew moved between several on-location shooting sites and even caught the first snow of the year in the southern mountains.

The snow came without warning. Because of the high altitude and heavy mist, only a thin flurry had gathered, falling softly over the mountains. Crystal blossoms dotted the grass and leaves. When the camera pulled back, the deep clouds and swirling fog made the scene look like a glistening paradise on earth.

On the winding bluestone steps in the mountains, a tall Daoist in gray climbed leisurely beneath an oil-paper umbrella. A flock of birds passed overhead, and before long, both human traces and bird tracks had vanished without a trace.

The shot was completed in one take. When Li Qingluan called it, the entire crew erupted in cheers.

"We've wrapped! It's freezing to death up here."

"Why don't we clean up tonight and go get hot pot together?"

No one noticed that Jiang Hansheng had already grabbed a coat and strode over to Li Wenchuan. He wrapped him directly in it, then stuffed several already-warmed heat packs into his hands.

Though it was early winter, Li Wenchuan was still wearing summer clothes for the scene. As a transcendent master, Tang Ruoliu could hardly be bound by changes in the weather. He was meant to be carefree and unrestrained, unlike ordinary people. The fox-fur cloak Jiang Yan had given him back in Chang'an City, after seeing how lightly he dressed, was probably his thickest garment.

In the film, Tang Ruoliu carefully folded that cloak and locked it away in an exquisite sandalwood cabinet. In reality, it was now draped over Li Wenchuan by Jiang Hansheng, who even reached out to pull it close, trying to bury