Upon arriving at the filming location, Gu Huai looked at Song Shi'an before him. His black hair was tied with a silver crown, and he wore a silver forehead ornament. He was dressed in bright silver armor covered with intricate patterns, and a bright red cloak was draped over his shoulder, exuding the heroic spirit of a young general.
He joked, "You look so cool! I regret it now, I knew I shouldn't have played the male lead."
Song Shi'an said with a smile, "The male lead is great, and the pay is high."
Gu Huai thought he would be more polite, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward.
The director yelled, "Ready? Let's try to get it in one take!"
At the city gate, a strong wind howled. Wei Jinghong, clad in armor, had lost the arrogance that once filled his eyes.
He smiled at Wei Jingge, his eyes filled with reluctance yet also concealing a resolute determination. "When I return, I will send my sister off in a grand wedding with a magnificent procession of ten miles of red bridal procession."
Wei Jingge's eyes were red, and her voice was trembling. "Please don't go! How can you leave my sister alone?"
Wei Jinghong reached out and gently smoothed her sister's wind-blown hair, her fingertips brushing against her temples.
He lowered his head and said softly, "Sister, someone has to fight this war. If I don't go, someone else's brother will have to. Sister always says I'm immature. This time, let me do something truly important. I want you to live a peaceful life in An'an Luo'an City. No one can bully you. Once this war is over, the world will be at peace, and you'll have everything you want."
He stepped back, mounted his horse, and, clad in silver armor and a red cloak, the young general, holding the reins, sat upright on his steed.
He glanced at her one last time, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, then yanked the reins hard and shouted, "Let's go!"
The cavalry kicked up clouds of dust, and no matter how much Wei Jingge called out from behind, Wei Jinghong never turned back.
The red cloak billowed in the wind, receding further and further into the distance, finally merging into the blood-red sunset on the horizon.
It took the director a while to remember to yell "Cut!" and the set was so quiet you could only hear the wind.
Song Shi'an reined in his horse and slowly rode back, only to see He Yuntian still standing there, tears in the corners of her eyes.
He quickly jumped off his horse and ran over. "Teacher He, wipe it, is that a good take? Did I say one of my lines too fast?"
He Yuntian took the tissue Lin Fan handed her, wiping her tears while glaring at him. "How could you act like someone was about to cry so badly? Don't take on these kinds of roles in the future."
Song Shi'an stood helplessly to the side, wanting to offer comfort but unsure of what to say.
Gu Huai walked over from behind, handed him a bottle of water, and said softly, "You'll get used to it; most of the roles he plays are like this."
Song Shi'an turned around and glared at him, while Gu Huai looked up at the sky, pretending not to say anything.
The director looked at the footage with satisfaction until the final scene was filmed that night, Song Shi'an's last scene, all three shots were released simultaneously.
Thankfully, they were all blunt arrows. The actor who was hit stood up and touched his chest. If it weren't for the armor, he really thought he would be dead. The force of the arrow hitting his chest was incredible!
During the replenishment of blood plasma, Song Shi'an frantically smeared it onto his armor, striving to make sure every corner was covered evenly.
The prop master rushed over to stop him. "Teacher Song! If you keep applying silver armor, it'll turn into blood-red armor!"
The director was both amused and exasperated. " Shi'an An, the fight scene later needs to be smooth and the intensity needs to be unleashed. This is your highlight moment, so you absolutely must bring it to the table!"
Song Shi'an mounted his horse, gave an OK sign, and said, "Finally, filming is about to wrap up!"
With a starting signal.
Wei Jinghong was struck by an arrow. He glanced down at the arrow in his abdomen, didn't even flinch, and broke the arrow in half with his bare hands.
He casually tossed the broken arrow to the ground, and blood seeped from the gaps in his armor, staining the gleaming silver plates dark red.
He raised his hand, drew an arrow from behind his back, nocked it on the bowstring, and drew it taut.
The neighing of warhorses and the shouts of battle exploded in my ears; the bowstring twanged, and the arrow was released.
The arrow pierced through the wall of men and went straight into the right chest of the opposing commander.
The second arrow followed closely, striking the commander's left shoulder. The third arrow struck him squarely in the throat, and the commander fell straight off his horse.
Wei Jinghong his horse and charged into the enemy ranks as if they were empty.
He grabbed the enemy commander, who was still breathing, pulled him by the collar, and yanked an arrow out of his chest.
Blood splattered on his face, and the next second, the arrow pierced the commander's throat with a backhand motion.
"The entire army has been routed. You have lost this battle!"
His voice echoed across the entire battlefield, the enemy's banner crashed down, and the banner of the Jingzhao Kingdom was hoisted high.
A resounding victory!
Wei Jinghong stood amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, using his last bit of strength to raise the flag.
The wind made the flags flutter loudly, and he looked up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun.
Sister, did you see that? He won! But afterwards, I'll never see you again...
His hand slid down little by little, his body could no longer support him, and he slowly knelt on the ground, his head drooping.
The red cloak fell behind him like a burnt-out fire. Soldiers around him were still shouting " Young General Wei," but he could no longer hear anything.
Song Shi'an knelt amidst the "corpses" scattered on the ground, eyes closed, waiting for the director to yell "cut".
The wind blowing from the blower made the fake blood plastered on his face a little dry.
I wonder what background music they'll use later on. The more tragic the better, ideally making the audience cry and curse the director at the same time.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound coming from afar.
The next second, a curtain of water descended from the sky, precisely drenching him.
Good heavens, a human-powered water truck, huh? Song Shi'an was instantly drenched and almost stood up abruptly.
He forced himself not to move, thinking to himself that the director was quite good at adding scenes, knowing that dying on the battlefield should be accompanied by a rain shower.
But isn't this rainfall a bit too heavy? If it continues, he won't just die in battle, he'll drown.
The director then belatedly yelled "Cut!"
Song Shi'an got up from the ground and, without exaggeration, felt that the costume, which had been soaked in water, must have weighed dozens of kilograms.
His face was smeared with blood, making him look like a water ghost just pulled from the bottom of a river.
Lin Fan rushed over with a towel, saying, "It hurts so much, bro!"
Song Shi'an took the towel, wiped the "blood" off his face, and looked at him with suspicion. "Where does it hurt? Is it serious? I'll go to the hospital with you after work."
Lin Fan, holding another towel, watched as his artist, with a face streaked with blood and tears, earnestly asked him where it hurt. Suddenly, he felt that his brother's carefree nature was actually quite nice.
He pointed to his chest. "It's nothing... just angina..."
Song Shi'an patted Lin Fan on the shoulder. "Your feet hurt? It's okay, just massage them when you get back."
Gu Huai, who had just walked to the side to say goodbye, paused and silently swallowed back the words of congratulations on wrapping up filming.
The director ran over with a red envelope and handed it to him. "Perfect! Congratulations on wrapping up filming. How about considering me for the male lead in my next project?"
Song Shi'an accepted the red envelope with a sweet smile, "Thank you, director. However, the company has other plans later, so let's work together again in the future."
The director sighed and patted him on the shoulder, "Alright, I won't force you."
Song Shi'an, holding the red envelope, waved to the director.