Lin Fan immediately stepped forward and handed her a bottle of water, his eyes filled with concern.
Song Shi'an, his hands covered in blood, took the tissue, rinsed his mouth, and the horrifying smell of blood lessened somewhat. " Lin Fan, this wet wipe is all bloody and sticky."
Lin Fan immediately handed over a wet wipe. "Brother, you were amazing just now! It gave me goosebumps, and it really hurt!"
Song Shi'an wiped the sticky prop blood from his fingers, a few drops of blood still clinging to his silver-white wig. "Aside from being a little embarrassed, everything else is fine."
God knows what he just went through. One minute he was clutching at the air, the next he was convulsing in pain, and he had to stiffen his neck with bulging veins, his face screaming "I'm in so much pain but I have to endure it." He was practically a hypocrite...
Zhou Yiyang walked over and looked him up and down. "Impressive, you got into character in a second. Are you really not from a formal acting background?"
Song Shi'an quickly shook his head. "No, I'm not a professionally trained actor. I've acted in a few period dramas before, so I have some experience."
Zhou Yiyang patted him on the shoulder. "You're too modest. The effect will be even better with special effects in post-production. I'll go prepare now. Let's all have dinner together tonight if we have time." After saying that, he left.
Song Shi'an changed clothes a few more times and followed Zhou Yiyang, acting out some daily temple life. That concluded this part.
The rest of the filming was done in two parts. One part was about Si Qinglan opening her mountain and taking on disciples, and finding a divine soul to raise a child. This part was condensed into about twenty minutes of filming. Ling Yan's storyline was filmed elsewhere.
Only after finishing work and returning to the hotel in the evening did he have time to take out his phone.
Opening Pei Zhiyan's message, I only saw a line of gray text. "The other party retracted a message." What did he retract?
Song Shi'an sent a message: "What did you retract? I was quite busy today, just finished filming and got back to the hotel."
After sending the message, I ignored him and opened Weibo, where my private messages were flooded again.
Song Shi'an's heart skipped a beat. What heinous thing had he done now?
He clicked into the trending topics and was puzzled. He thought they were all criticizing him, but suddenly he had gained followers. The comments section was full of praise and anticipation for Si Qinglan.
He clicked on a promotional post, and the first thing he saw was two pictures. One was of him squatting in a corner of the set feeding a little fox while playing Tushan Yan. He was wearing a white robe that trailed on the ground, his long hair cascading down his shoulders, and he was looking down at the crumbs of egg yolk in his palm.
Another image is a still from the drama where Tushan Yan lies indifferently on his side on the divine tree, with golden pupils and a commanding gaze.
The two images are placed side by side, with a single caption. "God has no form, but now takes form."
"They lure people in to kill them, and then they don't appear until episode eight, and only for two or three minutes!"
"Gods are formless, but they've become tangible in this moment. I really love his period drama looks; every single one of them is so captivating!"
"This morning I was worried he wouldn't portray Si Qinglan well. Si Qinglan is aloof in the early stages, but her great love for the world after entering the mortal realm is truly reflected in these two sets of photos. Isn't this Si Qinglan herself!"
"If there are gods in this world, I hope it's like this. By the way, which direction should I pray from to receive a glimpse of them?"
"I heard everything you were planning in Ningguta."
"I really don't want to talk about how fast you guys change your tune..."
After reading the comments, Song Shi'an realized that the drama "Tushan Yan" had been released without any prior announcement, airing eight episodes at once, and it just so happened to be his scene—a divine rescue!!
Looking at the playback data in the backstage, the director instantly felt several years younger.
This move capitalized on the hype perfectly. The undisputed pinnacle of good looks in the Chinese entertainment industry is no joke. Digging up someone from within during a period of decline is incredibly effective.
After reading the comments, Song Shi'an sighed, "Isn't this change a bit too fast? Just two days ago they were calling me a pervert, and today they've upgraded to husband. But at least it's all positive feedback, so it's a good thing."
He took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and was about to read the script a little longer when there was a knock on the door.
Song Shi'an opened the door. " Lin Fan, so late..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw two or three people standing at the door.
Zhou Yiyang leaned against the doorframe and glanced into the room. "Are you ready to go to sleep after your shower?"
Song Shi'an wondered what they were doing there, then shook his head and said, "Nothing, we're just looking at the script for a while before we go to sleep."
Zhou Yiyang winked at him. "We're one short, wanna join? We're finishing early today, just two hours, we need someone."
"What do we need, one more person?"
He Zeyu peeked out from behind Zhou Yiyang, holding a pitcher of beer. "Playing cards, huh? You didn't go to the dinner party tonight, the director and the others got drunk, so we'll definitely start work later tomorrow. Take this opportunity to relax."
After thinking for a moment, Song Shi'an put on a coat and went with them to the suite next door.
A deck of cards was already laid out on the coffee table, with three sofas arranged in a circle around it.
He had only ever watched others play cards in his life, never having played them himself. He glanced at the pitcher of beer on the table, then at Zhou Yiyang's skillful shuffling of the cards.
He Zeyu chuckled and pushed the pitcher of beer onto the middle of the coffee table, "We're family, so let's not beat around the bush. It's just entertainment; there's no point in winning or losing. The loser just needs one drink; it's not very strong."
He patted the beer can. "Fruit beer, sweet, like soda."
Song Shi'an felt that there was something off about the smiles on the two people's faces.
At first, Song Shi'an lost two rounds in a row, then drank two small cups of something that tasted quite good—peach flavor.
After figuring out how to play, he started counting the cards.
After several rounds, the two opponents lost in a row, and a whole pitcher of fruit beer ended up in their stomachs.
He Zeyu was already a little dizzy. Pointing at the double image on the other side, he said, "Why do you always win...?" Then he let out a thunderous burp.
Song Shi'an held his breath and shrugged. "I don't know, maybe you were lucky? Are you drunk? How about we end this here?"
He Zeyu held up a finger and shook it. "No, no, no~ I'm not drunk!"
He leaned closer to Song Shi'an's face, widened his eyes, and said mysteriously, "Why don't you secretly tell me what skincare products you usually use, or where you got your facials done? I want to look more handsome too; I'm really tired of always playing the second or third male lead!!"
Song Shi'an sighed and rubbed his forehead. He had thought this guy was up to something, that there must be something fishy going on behind his back. But it turned out this was all for this.
Zhou Yiyang pulled He Zeyu back and put his arm around his shoulder. "He's drunk, don't listen to his nonsense. I'll take him home, you should get some rest too."
Song Shi'an nodded. "Okay, do you need my help?"
Zhou Yiyang immediately smiled and said, "No need, no need, I'll treat you to drinks next time." After saying that, he dragged He Zeyu towards the door.
He Zeyu was still struggling when he turned around and shouted, "Tell me! I just want to know what face wash you use!"
The door closed, and Zhou Yiyang's voice could still be faintly heard in the hallway. "She's naturally beautiful. No matter how much face wash you use, it's useless. Didn't your face still get ruined after you secretly bought that 800-yuan face mask last time?"
You are not allowed to mention that!