"According to logic, a person would dive into the water headfirst, but that way, we wouldn’t be able to accurately capture the actor’s facial expressions. Additionally, it lacks a certain aesthetic appeal. Do you understand what I an?"
"No wonder there’s been an increase in poorly-made films in recent years. So this is how you all fool the audience?"
Cui Jie: ...
Dear madam, you can say what you want, but please don’t go making outrageous statents.
Huang Chu took a deep breath. "You can’t explain frost to a sumr insect. If you don’t get it, then just don’t shoot it."
Gao Yuyue shrugged. "Director, I ant no offense. Let’s continue."
Since makeup and costus would need to be redone after entering the water, all that was required during the positioning process was to simulate the dive. During the formal shoot, the dive would be perford for real, aiming to get it perfect in one take.
Huang Chu decided to trust her one more ti.
But reality proved he was wrong.
The diving perforr surfaced. "Little ancestor, what’s wrong again? If you don’t jump soon, Director Huang is going to blow his top."
Gao Yuyue said seriously, "Should I jump in a straight posture, tuck posture, or pike position?"
Huang Chu replied, "I’ll personally demonstrate how to jump."
Huang Chu tossed aside the walkie-talkie in his hand, charged onto the ornantal boat, and bolted to the bow.
The water perforr cooperatively grabbed Huang Chu’s ankle. Huang Chu’s sowhat plump fra twisted midair at an unbelievable angle. If he had been wearing a dress, the fabric would have billowed gracefully and poetically.
Then, facing the sky, he fell from midair and smashed into the water. At the mont of impact, water splashed everywhere. This was captured in a slow-motion sequence: first a wide-angle shot of the dive, then the cara gradually fixed on his face, which displayed breathtaking beauty.
It was a mixture of panic, confusion, helplessness, and a struggle with or resignation to fate.
Upon entering the water, the Commandery Princess quickly regained her senses and began thrashing in desperation. Her childhood experience of nearly drowning left her deeply terrified. Yet when faced with the threat of death, a person’s body can unleash astonishing potential.
Underwater assassins closed in from all directions. Their iron hooks slipped through the water like snakes, locking onto limbs and tendons before pulling sharply.
On the serene surface of the crystal lake, layers of red ripples spread out. Beneath the still waters lay the fragile body of a beautiful girl, imprinted with an indelible mark. Blood gushed forth, staining the jade-green waves.
The girl transford from struggling desperately for survival to calmly embracing death—a spectacle both tragic and magnificent.
Her death beca more beautiful, more heartrending, and hence more brutal.
This was the bloody storm of martial world and imperial court, the shredding of power struggles.
No matter how radiant a beauty, she ultimately becos nothing but a decayed skeleton beneath the lake.
Huang Chu erged from the lake, wiped his face, and looked up at Gao Yuyue on the boat.
"Did you understand?"
Gao Yuyue sincerely marveled, "Director, you truly are a nimble genius despite your size."
That midair freeflip—ordinary people wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
Huang Chu choked slightly and retorted grumpily, "Did you learn how? Do you need to demonstrate again?"
If she dared say yes, he’d definitely knock so sense into her.
This was even more infuriating than Sun Qianqian.
Fortunately, Gao Yuyue was quick-witted. "If I can’t learn after the director personally demonstrates, wouldn’t that make too dumb?"
Huang Chu climbed out of the water, and his assistant draped a towel over him.
Huang Chu wiped his dripping wet hair and shot a glare at Gao Yuyue. "Fine, let’s do it again."
The gritted teeth in that statent carried an unmistakable tone.
Just as Gao Yuyue was preparing for her dive, a voice rang out midair.
"Hold it."
Huh? Why did this voice sound so familiar?
Gao Yuyue, Yan Lu, Liu Runxi, and Gu Bichen all simultaneously looked up.
Sitting by the shore, wiping his hair, Huang Chu heard the voice, and in that mont, the taut string inside his head suddenly snapped. He whipped his head sharply.
Almost simultaneously, everyone in the crew was drawn to that voice, turning their heads to follow the sound.
The day was clear, the sun bright, the breeze gentle.
The willows swayed gracefully by the waterside, their delicate branches caressing like a woman’s tender touch, washing away worldly blemishes and returning to innocence.
The afternoon sun carried a trace of languorous heat, unabashedly scattering its light. It filtered through the swaying willow branches, sliced into slender beams, and landed on the bluestone floor—rocking and shifting, like a thousand-year-old dream of fleeting splendor.
A beauty approached, adorned with jade pendants and precious jewels, as though stepping out of a cherished dream.
She was walking into the light.
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