Shi Zhujie hemmed and hawed, but he still had to film his scenes. He really was like an abacus bead-he only moved when someone pushed him.
Asking for it, Director Zhao thought. Does he need a scolding before he feels better?
By the time Shi Zhujie went on set, his eyes were red.
"Can you stop falling apart over every little thing? You're a grown man!" Shen Lian took the assistant director's megaphone, his voice loud enough for the entire set to hear. "Cry, cry, cry! You'll cry away whatever good luck you've got!"
Everyone: "..."
Shi Zhujie took a deep breath. Seeing that he had reached his mark, Director Zhao tentatively decided to try filming a section first.
The actress opposite him lay on the ground, playing the youngest daughter of Marquis Dingyuan's Estate. The young lord had raced back from the palace, but he had still failed to stop the assassins. The rain diluted the blood, and his little sister lay there lifeless.
Despair and shock filled the young lord's eyes. He staggered over to his sister, his heart and soul shattered. Unable to draw breath, he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"There aren't any nails on the ground! Just kneel properly!" Shen Lian roared through the megaphone. "I honestly can't believe you. Your costume's already soaked, and you're scared of getting two more patches of mud on your knees? With that emotional intensity, the kid next door getting his toy stolen could act better than you!"
Enduring the water pouring over his face, Shi Zhujie retorted, "The water's too heavy."
"It's a torrential downpour! The scene takes place in a torrential downpour!" Shen Lian spared him no dignity. "We'll shoot the facial details separately. That's no excuse for you to fake your way through it."