After the shoot, we even filmed a little bonus scene.
After Qu Lingzhou disappeared into pixel data in the final level, the director had Song Shi'an add another shot.
In the empty control room, all the screens on the wall suddenly flickered simultaneously, all the red dots turned green in an instant, and then went out.
The camera zooms in on the gaming chair, a faded braided rope draped over its back. In the shadows of the room's corner, a blurry figure tilts their head and says, "The game isn't over yet."
It was only a few seconds long; the director said he'd save it for a post-credits scene.
Filming has finally wrapped up.
Song Shi'an received a wrap-up bonus, and pinched its thickness with his fingers; the director was very generous.
The director clapped his hands and called out to everyone, "How about we have a get-together for dinner tonight? There's not much to eat around here, so I've had someone buy some food. We'll have a barbecue outdoors, and after we eat, we can film some behind-the-scenes footage, and that'll be it."
Song Shi'an packed his things in advance, and He Minglou and Wen Qing came over.
Wen Qing leaned against the prop box, unusually without her usual joking expression. "I'm actually a little reluctant to see it go. After dinner tonight, we might not see each other again until the New Year for promotions. Let's have a get-together sometime."
Song Shi'an nodded obediently. "Okay, Sister Qing."
He Minglou handed him a bag. "These are all your favorite foods. There's plenty more to take home and enjoy slowly."
Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. He took the bag and glanced inside. Beef jerky, chocolate, and imported biscuits were all his favorites. He looked up and politely said, "Thanks, Brother Lou."
Wen Qing pouted. "Why haven't you given me a gift?"
He Minglou slapped Wen Qing on the head and ruffled her hair, turning it into a mess. "Didn't you eat enough? Your assistant took your portion. Who was it that was yelling about wanting to lose weight last time?"
Wen Qing lost her temper and gave He Minglou a good beating.
The two men chased each other from the prop box to the monitor, then ran around the light fixture three times. The production assistant skillfully moved the equipment aside to make room for them.
Song Shi'an shook his head helplessly. During this time, they had gotten used to He Minglou and Wen Qing's "love-hate relationship". They had been fighting since the first day of filming. At first, he would try to persuade them, but now he could calmly eat his boxed lunch in the background noise of the two fighting.
Fans of the lead actors all know that today is the day their idols wrap up filming, and many people have come to wait for the wrap-up.
This film studio is built on a barren piece of land, far from any village or shop, surrounded by mountains. Driving here requires taking a long detour through the mountains.
Many fans gathered outside the film studio as evening approached, holding up light boards and banners and waiting outside the fence.
He Minglou and Wen Qing went out for a quick meal, then got autographs, took photos, and chatted. Flashbulbs popped one after another, and screams filled the air.
Song Shi'an was helping to carry the grill. The crew had set up the grill in an open space outside the film set, and dozens of kinds of ingredients were laid out on a long table. Just looking at it made his mouth water.
He's been eating boxed lunches every day while filming lately, and he's been craving them so much.
Lin Fan, standing to the side, listened to the faint screams coming from outside and leaned over to say, "Brother, should we go out and say hello?"
Song Shi'an shook his head. "The main actors are going out to eat, it's not appropriate for us. If they say we're stealing the spotlight or drawing attention, more negative rumors will surface. Besides, I don't have many scenes, so I doubt any fans will come all the way to this remote place."
Lin Fan opened his mouth but then closed it again. His brother still had a serious misunderstanding of himself after all this time. If he weren't his brother's assistant, he would have rushed over overnight.
It's a very memorable occasion that my idol has finished filming his first movie.
Outside, fans excitedly interacted with He Minglou and Wen Qing.
Finally, a fan squeezed in, holding a banner supporting Song Shi'an. He stood on tiptoe and peered for a long time but couldn't see An'an. He almost tripped and fell.
Wen Qing caught her quickly. "Be careful, everyone be safe."
After the fan steadied herself, she hesitated for a moment, her voice tinged with sadness. " Sister Qing, is An'an still on set? Did we miss her?"
Wen Qing then noticed that a group of fans were holding signs for Song Shi'an, and a small group of people were standing quietly in the corner, An'an up their support banners without pushing forward.
It seemed Song Shi'an was more popular than she had expected. She smiled and said, " Song Shi'an is still here. He was busy with something just now, but he'll be here in a bit."
Hearing this, the fans finally breathed a sigh of relief; their trip had been worthwhile!!
Wen Qing gave her assistant a wink, and the assistant immediately understood, turning around and walking into the film set.
She walked past the props and lighting crews, wondering where to look for someone, when she suddenly smelled a strong, overpowering fragrance.
Following the smell, I saw a man with his sleeves rolled up sprinkling seasonings in front of the grill. His technique was extremely skillful; cumin and chili powder were evenly sprinkled onto the beef skewers, and the oil dripped onto the charcoal, sizzling loudly.
The assistant rushed over. "Teacher Song! Your fans are waiting for you outside!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan knew that his brother's fans would definitely come.
He nudged Song Shi'an with his elbow. "Brother, hurry up and go, they must be getting impatient."
Song Shi'an was taken aback; someone had actually come. He handed the cumin jar to Lin Fan, wiped his hands, and said, "You stay here and watch over it, don't let it burn."
Lin Fan stood at attention and saluted. "Mission accomplished."
Song Shi'an followed his assistant out. As soon as he appeared, his screams nearly sent all the birds on the opposite mountain flying.
The other fans were also startled. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a boy in a gray hoodie running from the entrance of the film set, his hair blowing in the mountain wind, revealing his clean and neat features.
The fans were very polite, standing at the very edge of the corner waiting for their An'an to come over and interact with them. They didn't push forward or make a lot of noise.
Song Shi'an ran up to them, beaming, "What brings you here? The mountain path here is difficult to walk on, you must be tired."
The other fans just watched as the boy stood in the corner chatting with them, bending down to accept the letter, looking down attentively at the banner a fan handed him, and then looking up with a smile and saying something.
A mountain breeze blew by, ruffling his hair a little. He casually brushed it aside and then lowered his head to continue signing autographs.
That smile was as radiant as the brightest cloud on the evening sky, melting anyone's heart.
Some solo fans are getting restless, their inner voices are fighting like crazy, they really want to interact with her, but her idol is in front of them... They really want to talk to her... but her idol is in front of them...
In the end, I gritted my teeth and endured it. How could a die-hard fan like me switch allegiances? I had to hold back!!
As soon as Song Shi'an approached everyone, the fans in the front row could smell his scent.
The aroma of cumin, chili, and charcoal-grilled meat mingled with the faint scent of laundry detergent on his clothes.
Everyone came up hungry, and as they looked at An'an's face, they couldn't help but swallow hard.
Those far away couldn't see what was happening in front, but they could see the fans in the front row swallowing hard, muttering with disgust, "It smells so good, what's with all that drooling? They're practically drooling."
The fans in the front row turned around and glared angrily. "The barbecue smell on him is so delicious! You try it too!"