Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Bo Yan’s performance ended at this mont.
“Cut!”
With the director’s shout, the originally quiet film set suddenly buzzed to life.
The director went straight up to him and nodded, “Teacher Bo, that last look you gave was just brilliant. The way you grasped the emotion was very impressive.”
Bo Yan’s gaze retracted, and those complex, deep emotions that had filled his eyes seed to be drawn back as he lowered his gaze, vanishing all at once.
Then, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, “Thank you.”
Although he was smiling, the tone didn’t carry much joy or humility – instead, there was a hint of dejection.
As he retracted his gaze, Xia Siyu, who had been standing in the distance, also abruptly lost the connection in her eyes.
Standing by her side, Wei Jingjing, who was always attentively watching her, thought Siyu was about to cause a scene again and quickly reached out to hold her hand.
Upon touching, she realized, Xia Siyu’s hand was icy cold. Looking up at her face, she saw a calm expression, with no hint of rage or an impulse to charge forward, but rather, a sense of — loneliness.
Wei Jingjing had been with her for three years, and in all that ti, Xia Siyu was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, being very direct about whom she liked or disliked. Other than when acting or being very upset by online criticism, Jingjing rarely saw this kind of emotion on her face.
Could it be that the sun was too strong today and she had waited too long, perhaps suffering a bit of heat stroke?
Wei Jingjing tentatively stretched out her hand and touched Siyu’s forehead, “Feeling unwell?”
Xia Siyu turned her head to the side, dodging her hand, and shook her head quietly.
…
Once filming had wrapped up, the crew and other staff hurried over to clean up the props. Bo Yan also turned and went to the makeup room to change and remove his makeup.
Xia Siyu, on the other hand, went to the makeup room at the advertiser’s request, right next door to Bo Yan’s.
When Wei Jingjing pushed open the door of the makeup room, Xia Siyu was in the final stages of her makeup, with the makeup artist adding highlight and shadow to her face. Hearing the door open, Xia Siyu didn’t react at all, quietly letting the makeup artist do their work.
Wei Jingjing glanced twice, then gently tugged on Little Tang’s arm, whispering, “She didn’t go make trouble next door, did she?”
Little Tang shook her head.
Wei Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief. But as she looked up at Xia Siyu, who was being so quiet and compliant with her makeup, she felt vaguely that sothing was amiss, yet couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
**
Fortunately, everything went smoothly during the shooting.
After completing her makeup, the crew next door had mostly cleared out and the set was tidy again; Bo Yan had likely left the place long before.
Interstitial ads are usually related to the content of the movie. Xia Siyu’s movie had just wrapped up last week and she still rembered so of it. Dressed in her costu, she cutely sang and danced as her character in the movie for a while, when suddenly, the last look that Bo Yan had given in his performance flashed through her mind, and the emotion on her face visibly fell apart.
“Cut,” ca from the advertisent’s director, “Teacher Xia, what happened just now? You were managing your expressions so well, how did they suddenly go wrong?”
This was Xia Siyu’s mistake, and she readily admitted it, “Sorry, my mind wandered. Let’s do another take, and aim for a perfect one this ti.”
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