Unconsciously, that tense atmosphere seed to have vanished all at once.
They were about to shoot again, and Xia Siyu hadn’t finished her big lollipop. It was teetering precariously from her bites, and the stick couldn’t support the wobbling candy. She carefully caught it with a napkin underneath and handed it to Wei Jingjing, saying, "Put it away, I’ll finish it later."
Wei Jingjing looked at her with a particularly disdainful look, almost rolling her eyes to the sky. But since they were filming, she didn’t say anything, just took the lollipop and stepped back.
This ti, after adjusting, Li Yiru’s entrance felt different. Before the door was knocked, her laughter could be heard from outside. The sound was hearty, with a kind of Zhang Yang’s vibe that precedes Wang Xifeng’s entrance—you hear her before you see her. When she finally confronted Xia Siyu, she embraced the character’s essence, projecting scheming and arrogance right on her face.
Having found the right feeling, she was quite confident. After all, having been in the industry for so many years, when she really tried, she wasn’t much inferior to Xia Siyu!
Opposite her, Xia Siyu, indeed as Bo Yan had said, managed to retract her brilliance, without letting her movents draw too much attention. Li Yiru had been confident that she would dominate when entering the scene. Although there were so mishaps at first, her performance was now top-notch. She had watched "Storm," where Xia Siyu’s explosive scenes were incredibly captivating, drawing all eyes at a glance. But in this ordinary conversation? While she had the advantage of being more expressive, she mustn’t be overshadowed!
Xia Siyu, of course, was completely different from the silly look of eating a lollipop just now, her smile subtle, and her voice resilient yet clear, with little fluctuation in tone. A slight nod, a raised hand, a sip of tea, each motion was elegant. She was exuberantly powerful on one side, while Xia Siyu remained serene and gentle. Ti seed to present two different rhythms in the sa fra, with Gu Eight Grandma being fiery and passionate, while Chen Bailu was like at half speed, speaking and acting gently. Strangely, this atmosphere didn’t feel disjointed at all, instead creating a strangely harmonious collision.
Unconsciously, Li Yiru forgot her intention to compete with Xia Siyu and to overpower her with presence. The two exchanged lines, one fra following another, one fast, the other slow, yet incredibly harmonious. By the ti Bo Yan shouted "cut," Li Yiru hadn’t even realized the take was completed.
In films, it’s rare to get a scene in one take. Even if the actors perform well, the lighting or cinematography might need slight adjustnts, or additional takes might be required for post-production purposes, possibly asking several actors to reshoot the scene.
Li Yiru was a bit surprised herself, shaking her head. No, she needed to carry even more montum. She didn’t want just to be evenly matched; she wanted every mont of her appearance to be vividly alive. So, when they reshot, she perford another interpretation in her own style, even intensifying it.
But as soon as she was in a scene with Xia Siyu, it was as if she was pulled into the track of ti. Although their rhythms were different, with different energies and thoughts, there was no sense of stagnation. Acting felt very comfortable, allowing her to perform according to her conception, with each word and every hint of a smile under her control.
Yet when she looked up and saw Xia Siyu across from her, Xia Siyu absorbed it all perfectly, like a martial arts master, effortlessly defusing her moves, her victory coming from having no form.
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