Just after sending the message, Lin Fan turned around from the passenger seat. "Brother, we're here, let's get out."
I slept for less than three hours on the plane and arrived. This time I was able to attend the opening ceremony. Although my role is small, the character Si Qinglan has received a lot of attention from book fans.
After settling into the hotel, I rushed to the film set. The palace built in the studio was enormous, with a dome at least ten meters high, and golden dragon pillars stretching from the ground to the top. Dry ice, shrouded in mist, flowed slowly around my feet.
It is said that a real-life immortal cultivation sect was even built on the mountaintop, which shows their considerable wealth.
This was Song Shi'an's first time meeting so many main actors. Everyone finally got to see Song Shi'an, who has been generating a lot of buzz these past few days. Seeing him in person revealed just how amazing he is.
I'm actually quite a bit taller than I appear on screen, and my face, illuminated by the soft lighting in the studio, looks like it's been filtered.
It's astonishing how many twisted characters he plays; if it weren't for his face, he would have been torn to shreds by some people long ago.
When Song Shi'an saw Zhou Yiyang playing the male lead, he realized that it made sense why the author chose him.
This man's appearance perfectly matches that of a leading man: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and an upright demeanor. Just standing there, he exudes an aura of "I will act on behalf of Heaven."
The other main actors also look somewhat familiar, including several popular young actors and actresses; the cast is truly impressive.
After greeting the people next to him, Zhou Yiyang walked straight towards Song Shi'an: "Hello, I'm Zhou Yiyang. I stayed up all night watching your drama. You're pretty good, you acted very well. If it weren't for the plot twist, I wouldn't have been able to tell that you were playing a villain."
Several actors nearby, upon hearing the name " Su Wenli," also gathered around to join the discussion.
"Yes, yes, I also saw that rooftop montage. The part where Xia Yu and Su Wenli were on screen together was really creepy."
"Teacher Song, weren't you scared when you were acting? That character's psychology was so twisted."
Song Shi'an stood in the middle, listening to everyone enthusiastically discussing how perverted the character he played was right in front of him, his toes silently carving out a three-bedroom apartment in his shoe.
Acting is one thing, but being discussed about these things in front of a group of colleagues is really embarrassing.
He maintained a polite smile, but in his heart he was already thinking about how to move to another planet.
The director coughed twice, saving him from the brink of social embarrassment. "Everyone's familiar with each other now, let's get our makeup and styling done first. We'll shoot the promotional posters later, and the opening ceremony is at nine. Quite a few people are here today, so be mindful of your facial expressions."
Song Shi'an followed the makeup artist into the dressing room, and was immediately stunned upon entering.
Dozens of ancient costumes, ranging from simple to gorgeous, were hung in the room, with more than twenty of them belonging to him alone.
Lin Fan, standing to the side, was also stunned. "Brother, are all of these yours?"
The makeup artist smiled and said, "They're all Teacher Song's. Five sets are for the temple, and the remaining twenty are for the mortal realm."
Song Shi'an glanced at them and realized why those sets were so extravagant. They were moon-white, silver-blue, and embroidered with star patterns, layered upon layered. The other dozens of sets from the mortal realm were incomparable to these sets; they were much simpler and more elegant, but the quality was still top-notch.
As soon as she sat down, the makeup artist rolled up her sleeves and started working on her. An'an, a miracle in the entertainment industry, had long wanted to try this.
Song Shi'an was already used to this routine, so he closed his eyes and let them do as they pleased.
This was the first time he'd tried a white-haired look, and he thought it would make him look older. But after fixing it, he looked in the mirror and thought it looked pretty good.
The person in the mirror had a pale complexion due to their full head of silver hair, which softened the sharpness in their eyes and made them appear more distant.
After that, I was taken to the changing room to change clothes and accessories.
Belts, wristbands, tassels, silver ornaments—the table was filled with odds and ends.
As he looked down at the makeup artist fastening the third silver chain around his waist, he couldn't help but ask, "Do immortals wear such complicated clothes? Won't they step on their own clothes when they fight?"
The makeup artist didn't even look up. "Immortals don't fight with fists and feet, they fight with divine power."
She wore a flowing, moon-white robe with ice-blue trim, the thin fabric embroidered with delicate star patterns, and silver tassels cascading down her sleeves, swaying gently with each step.
Her snow-white hair was tied up high, with the rest of her long hair flowing freely, and the exquisite silver crown accentuated her aloof and otherworldly face.
Her eyebrows and eyes were pale, her gaze seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and her expression was indifferent and aloof, showing no trace of human warmth or affection.
When he is not smiling, he exudes an ancient and lonely divinity, as if he came from the primordial era, and all the noise and clamor of the world cannot enter his eyes.
Lin Fan immediately started taking pictures from every angle.
His brother is absolutely amazing. Although Tushan Yan, whom he filmed last time, is also a god, the difference between the two is enormous.
Tushan Yan is alluring, possessing a seductive charm and a condescending, superior air.
Si Qinglan is aloof, the kind of person who, even though you know he's standing right in front of you, feels like there's an entire galaxy between you.
Props maker Old Zhang pushed open the door, half a loaf of bread still dangling from his mouth. "Where did Si Qinglan's sword go? I clearly remember putting it there--"
His gaze fell on the figure standing in the center of the dressing room, and he almost dropped the bread he was eating.
Song Shi'an turned around when he heard the sound. Si Qinglan's sword, Moon-Embracing? It's a divine weapon! It's described as pretty cool in the novel.
He was about to ask what the sword looked like when Old Zhang spoke first, "Goodness, Si Qinglan! Help me summon this divine weapon!"
Song Shi'an pointed to himself, his face full of confusion. "Me?"
The stylist shook his head helplessly beside him. " Old Zhang, can you be normal for once? The sword was put in the studio this morning. You're not that old, but you've got a terrible memory."
Old Zhang scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Who can remember all that props we moved this morning? You guys keep going, I'll go move some things first."
The makeup artist immediately called out to him, "The styling is done. Could you help take him to the photo studio? We're going to shoot the posters soon. I have someone else to do my makeup for, so I'll go there later."
Song Shi'an followed Old Zhang towards the photography studio, her clothes swaying as she walked, her long silver hair gently lifted by the breeze, and the star patterns on her wide sleeves shimmering faintly under the lights.
Passing staff members would take a second look, then turn to the person next to them and whisper, "This is Si Qinglan."
After greeting the staff at the studio, I was pulled in front of the "shadowless wall" and photographed extensively; every single shot was top-notch.
After the photoshoot, Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief. This outfit weighed at least ten pounds. The silver tassels looked elegant, but you only realized how heavy it was when you put it on.
In addition, the Moon-Embracing Sword is made of real materials. At first, I thought it was a plastic prop, but I realized how heavy a divine weapon it is when I picked it up.
When he returned the sword to Old Zhang, he shook his slightly numb wrist and asked, " Master Zhang, how heavy is this sword?"
"Eight pounds and four ounces, forged according to the description in the original novel, made of meteorite iron mixed with silver." Old Zhang took the sword and casually twirled it. "There's a lighter version for action scenes, don't worry, you won't be lifting this while doing wire work."