The director yelled "Cut!"
Song Shi'an took a White Rabbit milk candy from his sleeve, squatted down, and handed it to the child. "It's over, great job."
The child wiped away his tears, took the candy, and sobbed, "Thank you, big brother."
"Hey! I'm still lying here, isn't anyone going to care?" He Zeyu shouted from a distance while lying on the mat.
Song Shi'an stood up and accurately tossed the two remaining White Rabbit candies on his head.
He Zeyu slumped onto the mat, rubbing his forehead and rolling his eyes. "Murder..."
The child's mother ran over, squatted down, and hugged her child tightly. "Did you thank your brother? You were so clever today, my little one."
The child held out the candy in his hand, raising it high. "Big brother gave it to me!"
Song Shi'an found the interaction between the mother and son quite amusing.
He Zeyu, his face smeared with blood, walked over from behind, unwrapped a candy, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it indistinctly. "Tsk, you like kids, huh? He's a pure demon, but he's so well-behaved around you."
"What magic pill?" Song Shi'an looked at him in confusion.
He Zeyu pouted and pointed at the back of the child walking away with his mother. "Him? I spent several days trying to get him to cooperate before filming even started, and I bought him a lot of snacks, but it was all for nothing. You won him over with just one candy. There must be some reason for that."
"Trust in science." Song Shi'an listened as his words became increasingly absurd, then waved his sleeve and turned to leave.
He was busy preparing lunch, which was cooked in a large pot by the villagers. He could smell the aroma even before filming started; the smell of the firewood wafted far away on the wind.
He Zeyu followed behind him, complaining as he walked about how he had been tormented by the child a few days ago.
The assistant chased after him, his voice cracking with anxiety. His brother's image was completely shattered. "Bro! Get the blood off your face! Don't scare people when you go out to eat with that on!"
He Zeyu touched the half-dried blood on his face. Oh well, his public image was bound to collapse sooner or later anyway.
As soon as Song Shi'an arrived at the dining area, he lifted the lid of a large pot, revealing scrambled eggs with tomatoes and rice, steaming hot as it rose.
He squatted by the roadside, holding a bowl, and ate two bowls of food with gusto without even looking up.
Seeing the child eating so heartily, the woman who was cooking brought out a small bowl of her homemade braised pork from behind the stove, placed it in front of him, and said something in her local dialect.
Song Shi'an looked up and smiled at the auntie, "Thank you, Auntie!"
He Zeyu quickly reached for the bowl, raised an eyebrow, and his meaning was clear.
Song Shi'an looked down at the bowl of braised pork, picked up the fattest, glistening piece of pork belly, and placed it steadily into He Zeyu's bowl, saying earnestly, "This is the essence of pork belly, the most fragrant piece." After saying that, he dumped the rest of the meat into his own bowl, picked up the bowl, and started eating.
He Zeyu's lips twitched as he looked down at the lone piece of fatty meat in his bowl. This guy was so possessive of his food.
He looked up at Song Shi'an, who had already added another half bowl of rice and was using a spoon to mix the last bit of broth into the rice.
He can eat whatever he wants and not gain weight! His dad's even more envious...
The paparazzi, having stomped through the mud, finally managed to sneak in. After searching for a long time in the bushes, they finally spotted a few people eating around a broken wooden table.
There are already too many paparazzi on Zhou Yiyang's side, it's impossible to even get close. His only target is Song Shi'an, who has been frequently trending on social media lately, he's got a knack for trending.
He snapped a series of photos, then fell silent as he scrolled through the screen to check the final images.
Aside from the beautiful photos, there are only stunning ones; not a single unflattering one. Even the fast-paced act of eating makes his face look great on camera, with chopsticks still bringing food to his mouth. Surprisingly, the photos still have a touch of youthful charm and warmth.
What kind of body is this? Give up struggling...
In the remaining week, aside from Song Shi'an appearing briefly in an important plot point, there was only one last death scene left to film before we wrapped up.
Si Qinglan's ending is regrettable. When the mortal world was like a purgatory, he spent decades establishing branches to provide relief everywhere. In the end, he was labeled a demon and besieged by the eight major immortal cultivation sects.
To put it bluntly, it's about sacrificing the person the male protagonist cares about most to pave his path to godhood.
Si Qinglan, who had already lost his divine body due to marrow extraction, was kept alive by Moon-Embracing using her divine power.
Ling Yan had watched the Immortal Venerable suffer excruciating pain every time the moon was full since he was a child. He heard that there was a divine herb that could cure all diseases, but it could not be found without a divine artifact. So he lied to Si Qinglan, saying that he was going down the mountain to train, hoping to use the Moon-Embracing Embrace to protect himself.
Si Qinglan gave it to him without saying anything, and that's when things went wrong.
When the eight major cultivation sects besieged Clear Pavilion, he fought alone to protect the sect's disciples, ultimately leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.
When Ling Yan returned covered in injuries, he found the sect in complete disarray, while Ling Xuan, barely clinging to life, waited for his return.
Thus began the male protagonist's journey to godhood.
Lin Fan, panting heavily as he climbed, his back soaked with sweat, his hiking boots slipping on the loose stones, said, "Brother, did this scene really have to be built on a mountain? There's no cable car; we have to climb it ourselves."
Song Shi'an, dressed in ancient costume, tucked the hem of his robe into his belt, glanced back at him, and said, "Say less, use that energy to climb a few more steps."
The young man next to her, carrying equipment and a tripod, seemed quite relaxed. "Teacher Song, do you go hiking often? You're in good physical condition."
"It's alright, it's alright." Song Shi'an smiled, then suddenly realized that He Zeyu, who had been talking non-stop in his ear just moments before, was gone. He glanced behind him and asked, "Have you seen Teacher He?"
The young man turned and pointed down. "Over there."
Song Shi'an looked in the direction he was pointing.
He Zeyu lay on the stone steps halfway up the mountain, his hands gripping a protruding rock, his whole body like a fish washed ashore, struggling to move upwards.
He was still muttering something, his words floating up intermittently. "Wait... wait for me..."
Song Shi'an shook his head helplessly, turned around and rolled up his sleeves. " Lin Fan, you climb up first, I'll go and pull him up."
Lin Fan had just taken a sip of water when he almost choked on his words. He rubbed his ear sharply. What? Bring him up?
He Zeyu rolled over and sat on the steps, leaning on his knees and panting heavily. "I only have two scenes left. Can't you find a stunt double? I'm exhausted."
"Are you still able to climb? It'll be dark soon."
He Zeyu looked up. Song Shi'an stood a few steps above, looking down at him against the light. A strand of white hair was blown by the mountain wind and brushed past his cheek. He Zeyu's heart skipped a beat.
Song Shi'an waved his hand. "Hey, what are you daydreaming about?"
"I'll rest for a bit." He Zeyu came to his senses, coughed twice, and said, "You guys go up first, I'll climb slowly."
"All that muscle work for you wasted." Song Shi'an looked him up and down. "You've only crawled so far."
He Zeyu perked up at these words and immediately sprang up from the steps. "I work out every day, are you kidding me!"
My assistant climbs faster than you.
The final straw broke the camel's back. He Zeyu plopped back down on the steps, completely giving up the struggle. "Never mind me, you guys go."