After having diarrhea for three hours straight, he became listless and could barely lift his arms.
Seeing that he was almost at his limit, Li Xuyang finally relented. "Take a break, loosen up your arm muscles, and we'll continue tomorrow."
The moment Song Shi'an heard the sound, he put down his bow and shook his aching hand.
Lin Fan had been taking photos for three hours, and his phone was almost out of battery. As soon as he finished, he immediately handed him some water. "Brother, have some water!"
Song Shi'an took the drink, tilted his head back, and drank two mouthfuls. "Let's go back."
As soon as I got back to the hotel, I collapsed onto the bed, my arms hanging limply at my sides, and I couldn't even turn over.
He mentally tapped the system: " Brother System, how many Affection Points do I have now?"
[5,676,000 points. Would you like to purchase a skill? The shop has many discounted items recently!]
That piqued his interest. "What kinds are there?"
[ Thunder Electric Eyes Buff Card, Lightning Perky Butt Shaping Card, Five Thunders Clamour Talisman, Thunderbolt Social Death Talisman...]
Song Shi'an's lips twitched. What kind of outrageous products are these? They're only on sale because nobody wants them...
The system seemed to sense that its host wasn't interested in these things, and quickly recommended a skill it had recently acquired from another system: "[How about buying the Phantom Feather Lost Trace? It's only 200,000!]"
Song Shi'an sat up. "What is this? It doesn't sound like something we could use in modern times."
[This skill was obtained from another system; simply put, it's an archery skill.]
This system is awesome! Two hundred thousand! Filming period dramas will be a piece of cake from now on. "Exchange!"
[Ding! Exchange successful. Enjoy using it!]
Song Shi'an still trusted the system's products. After resolving one issue, he took a shower, reviewed the script for the next day's filming for a while, and slept soundly until dawn.
Arriving at the film set feeling refreshed, Lin Fan looked at Song Shi'an, who had finished his makeup and hair, and his eyes sparkled. "Brother, you look great today! Here's breakfast!"
Song Shi'an sat on a small stool and took the food, saying, "You slept well last night." He ate while watching the plot of today's performance.
This scene is about Wei Jinghong drinking wine, listening to music and watching dancing with a group of dandy boys in the Flower House. He turned around and saw that Xie Yanzhou, whom his sister had been talking about recently, was actually visiting the Flower House. He beat up the person and was taken back by his sister to face the wall and think about it.
To put it bluntly, he's just a plot device, a backdrop for the main characters' developing relationship.
He Yuntian looked at Song Shi'an, who was dressed in white, with long hair reaching her waist, a simple hairpin at the back of her head, her clothes slightly open, revealing a bit of her collarbone, and a few strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, making her eyebrows and eyes look lazy yet noble.
He leaned against a pillar, holding a fan in his hand and idly waving it.
He looked exactly like a dashing young man straight out of a storybook, exuding an air of leisurely wealth, yet he didn't appear effeminate at all; his very being radiated youthful vigor and arrogance.
She glanced at it a couple more times, then silently looked away. Was the makeup artist being biased? How could he be made so eye-catching? She, the female lead, was practically relegated to the background.
She turned her head to ask her assistant to help her get her phone, but saw that the assistant's eyes were practically glued to her. She sighed and had no choice but to get it herself.
Song Shi'an picked up the fan he would be using later, and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.
The thought of kicking someone's face made his heart tremble. He felt terribly guilty.
Just before filming was about to begin, Song Shi'an saw his co-stars and went over to greet them, saying, "Please bear with me during filming."
The male co-star waved his hand excitedly. "It's no big deal, Teacher Song, go ahead and kick me! I'm thick-skinned!"
Song Shi'an smiled awkwardly. Was it a matter of thick skin or not? What he was afraid of was not controlling his strength and actually kicking someone seriously.
The director looked around and nodded in satisfaction. "The makeup artist's skills have improved! That's the flirtatious charm, not bad, not bad. Bring out that vibe later!"
Song Shi'an subconsciously tugged at his collar. "Director, what are you saying? He's a respectable man, what's with all this talk about being a womanizer?"
The actual brothel was quite bustling, the extras were all in their positions, and the director shouted, "Action!"
The entire brothel instantly came alive with the sounds of string and wind instruments, and dancers twirled and twirled in the hall, their flowing sleeves billowing.
In a private room on the third floor, Wei Jinghong leaned back in his chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, his slender fingers holding a white jade wine cup.
The wine in his glass swirld, his gaze drifting casually to the dancers performing in the hall, a smile playing on his lips.
Several young men from prominent families were teasing each other. Someone came over to pour him more wine, while someone else mentioned a newly arrived courtesan who played the pipa exceptionally well.
He would occasionally respond with a word, his voice listless, as if he had no interest in it.
The music suddenly stopped, and two servants escorted a man upstairs, forcing him to kneel before Wei Jinghong: "Master, this is the man!"
Wei Jinghong closed her fan, used the fan rib to lift the man's chin, and tilted her head to examine him. "You're the one who stole my goods."
The man was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly, sweat streaming down his face.
Wei Jinghong was just about to teach this clueless fellow a lesson when his gaze fell on a fleeting figure outside the window.
He narrowed his eyes. Wasn't this Xie Yanzhou, the man his older sister always talked about? He'd come to visit the brothel!
Frustrated, he kicked the man in front of him in the face. "Get out! Lock him up first, we'll deal with him later when we get back."
After saying that, he stood up and strode away, leaving the group of people looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering what was wrong with this man now.
Wei Jinghong followed Xie Yanzhou and watched him enter a girl's room.
He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a while; the conversation coming from inside made his face grow increasingly dark.
With his fingers gripping the fan handle, he kicked open the door and saw Xie Yanzhou's hand reaching towards Hua Niang. Without saying a word, he rushed forward and swung the iron fan at her.
Xie Yanzhou, not knowing how he had provoked this guy again, covered his head and hurriedly shouted, "Brother! Brother! Slow down! Don't do it!"
Hua Niang covered her eyes and watched as her boss was beaten into a pulp. She then ran away as fast as the wind could carry her.
Xie Yanzhou cowered in the corner, protecting his head while still shouting, "What did I do to deserve this?! Is there no law in Luo'an City anymore?!"
Wei Jinghong pressed a fan against his forehead, panting, "The law? I am the law! You told my sister yesterday you wanted to be her umbrella, and today you come to a brothel to deliver umbrellas to other girls? Are you tired of living?!"
Xie Yanzhou's head was spinning from the blow. He clutched his head, looking completely bewildered. "What umbrella? I came here to talk business with that girl! I sell umbrellas! I sell umbrellas!"
The director, trying so hard not to laugh behind the monitor, turned red in the face and yelled through a megaphone, "Cut!" His shout sent the entire set into fits of laughter.
Song Shi'an quickly put away his fan and reached out to pull Gu Huai: "Teacher Gu, are you alright?"