Sure enough, Xie Yanci stayed away from the filming location for several days.
Song Zhixing was delighted.
The filming went exceptionally well over those days. He even stopped cursing at people on set and, in a rare show of patience, walked everyone through their scenes bit by bit.
"Here, have some ginger tea." Xiao Chi handed Xu Shi a steaming cup of ginger water.
Winter had arrived in Hong Kong City, and the weather had suddenly turned cold. The film was still set in early autumn, and Xia Cen's costumes consisted of only a few thin suits.
Xu Shi took it, blew on it to cool it, and took a sip.
"Why don't we go inside to read the script? It's cold out here," Xiao Chi urged him.
The heating was on throughout the villa. Song Zhixing spared no expense when filming, as if electricity cost nothing.
But Xu Shi simply didn't like it.
Every day, he carried a little stool to the villa's entrance and sat there wearing only a thin suit jacket, his slender, reddened fingers holding the thin script.
Occasionally, he gazed at the neatly tended garden in the distance, his thoughts unknown.
"A little fresh air clears my head," Xu Shi said.
Suddenly, a car horn sounded in the distance. Xu Shi instinctively looked over. A taxi had stopped by the road some distance away.
"..."
It wasn't the familiar Maybach he had imagined.
Xu Shi silently withdrew his gaze.
He went back to reading the script, his eyes settling on a passage-
Early summer in the south was softened by the plum rains.
Gu Jinnan came to the rental apartment where his wife had once lived. Pale daylight filtered through the narrow window, and the air was hot and humid.
Xia Cen held out his