Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 144 It Was You All Along (Filming Completed)

At 9:47 PM, in a high-end residential area of ​​Changsha.

The summer nights in Changsha were as stuffy as a steamer. In the brightly lit living room, Zhang Jingyi was leaning on the armrest of the sofa, eating watermelon. The air conditioner blew up her large white shirt, revealing half of her light purple silk shorts underneath.

She wore her hair in a loose bun, a few strands of hair stuck to her slender swan neck with sweat, her bare face glistened in the reflection of the television screen, and there was still some freshly applied herbal ointment on the tip of her nose.

Because of Jiang Qing, she watched every episode of Peach Blossom Village, and naturally she wouldn't miss the finale.

The three-and-a-half-line skit at 650 made her giggle, the "Four Little Swans" performance made her double over with laughter, and the "Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" in Room 8 startled her so much that she quickly turned down the volume.

In a tiny room number 8, there are actually two soulful singers!

terrible!
Hearing this, my "spring flowers will bloom" doesn't seem so bad after all!
Su Mang's performance finally put Zhang Jingyi at ease, allowing her to enjoy the entire performance. At this point, she began to have some doubts.

Why hasn't Jiang Qing come on stage yet, even though everyone else has finished performing?
Just then, she saw Jiang Qing move in the picture.

"Blue and white porcelain!"

When the girl saw the song Jiang Qing was going to perform on the screen, she suddenly straightened up, and watermelon juice dripped from her fingertips onto the carpet.

The familiar face in the video is adjusting the microphone. He stands tall on the stage, gradually merging with the figure who looked at her in the bar two months ago.

"It's him!"

The moment the girl unconsciously kicked the remote control off the coffee table, the watermelon rind drew a comical arc on the carpet.

She suddenly remembered Jiang Qing's several moments of hesitation when they were in Xiamen.

So, he recognized himself back then?
Zhang Jingyi suddenly got up and ran barefoot to the storage room. Her bare ankles bumped into a rattan magazine rack, and the cover of last October's issue was smiling at her now.

When she pulled out the glass jar containing the blue starfish, she suddenly remembered the salty sea breeze on the breakwater of Xiamen Island.

He ran back to the living room, just as Jiang Qing's performance was about to begin.

That day, just like in this scene, he rolled up his sleeves and tucked them into his arms.

"Two and a half rotations."

She murmured to the screen, watching Jiang Qing adjust the microphone as his ring finger hooked the bracket and rotated it.

The memories suddenly became vivid.

That day at the bar, his right hand, which was swirling the glass, was also casually turning the remaining ice at the bottom of the glass.

The phone suddenly vibrated on the coffee table, and the notification sound startled the person out of their reverie.

Jiang Qing just updated her WeChat Moments with a long-awaited photo of the starry sky, without any caption.

That's something he'd do.

Zhang Jingyi slumped onto the sofa, the air conditioner blowing her loose hair, and moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a silvery glow on her smooth legs.

She unconsciously stroked the dried starfish in the glass jar when she suddenly heard the sound of a guitar strumming on the program, which was the prelude to "Blue and White Porcelain".

Memories washed over my feet like a tide.

The image of the ring toss stall at the Xiamen Night Market flashed through her mind, along with the raised eyebrows of Jiang Qing when he tossed the porcelain doll.

I remember his trousers rolled up to his knees when the breakwater was high in the tide. The clearest memory is of the day we first met at the coffee shop, when he leaned against a coconut tree and said, "When you encounter a typhoon like this, even the most accurate model will fail," with his eyes crinkling in a smile.

A video call request suddenly popped up on her phone. Zhang Jingyi frantically tried to turn down the volume, but couldn't quite get the right button.

Just as she saw that the caller ID showed it was her manager, Jiang Qing's singing reached the line, "Regret is unspeakable, and my heart skips a beat."

"Jingyi, tomorrow..."

The agent suddenly fell silent halfway through his sentence.

"Are you looking at Peach Blossom Valley? Why is your face so red?"

Zhang Jingyi turned her phone camera towards the ceiling.

"My air conditioner is broken! I was just about to call a repairman!"

When I hung up the phone, the program was showing a shot of Zhou Ye with red eyes.

The image of her working herself to the bone in the past has faded since returning from Xiamen Island, and now there's an indescribable bittersweet feeling.

She suddenly remembered something, rushed barefoot into the dressing room, and didn't even notice that a mint green silk nightgown had slipped out of the closet and landed on her ankles.

When I pulled out that denim jacket stained with satay sauce, the lively atmosphere of Xiamen's night market seemed to linger in my nostrils once again.

When I returned to the living room, Jiang Qing's performance had already ended.

Zhang Jingyi returned to her bedroom with her coat and rolled into the fluffy pile of bedding, a smile suddenly appearing above her cheeks.

Moonlight climbed up to the corners of her cat-like, upturned eyes, condensing into tiny spots of light on her lower eyelids.

She touched the porcelain doll she had won in a ring toss game by her pillow, her fingertips brushing against the crooked "Jiang" character engraved on the bottom. Suddenly, she remembered the helpless look on his face as he wiped his shirt with his head down at the food stall that night.

The girl walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window.

As far as the eye can see, the neon lights of Xingcheng flow like a river below the 23rd floor.

The glass reflected her messy bun and her bare face covered in flowers, yet it was more vivid than any red carpet look.

"turn out to be."

She held up the porcelain doll to the glass, recalling the song she heard when she entered the bar that day.

"So this is what it means to miss out on a lover."

The girl suddenly smiled, but the curve of her lips held an indescribable bitterness.

If I hadn't left early that day, would our story have been different?
She recalled how captivated she was by the "Jiangzhou Fishing Fire" segment from a previous TV show, and thought of the senior student who was a year ahead of her.

If nothing unexpected happens, they are at least friends but not quite lovers, right?

But senior, I think...

Suddenly, the image of fireworks filling the sky over Xiamen Island that night flashed into her mind. In fact, she knew that while she was watching the fireworks, he was watching her.

Perhaps he also found it quite amazing.

In the vast sea of ​​people, we were able to meet twice.

"It was you all along."

Stroking the porcelain doll in her palm, Zhang Jingyi murmured softly, her eyes shining brightly with a smile.

It turns out that the fireworks in the night sky over Xiamen are not fleeting, but a love letter from the tide to the moon, and we are just travelers returning home after following the star map twice.

Although it's a pity I recognized you a little late, since we've met twice, isn't it a kind of destiny?
Everything is still in time.

Jiang Qing, our story is not over yet.

-

Xiamen, the filming location of "The Beginning".

July 30th, 3:17 PM.

The scorching sun on Xiamen Island baked the asphalt road into a hazy heatwave. In front of the makeshift bus stop set up by the film crew, a blower was swirling sand and spraying it onto Jiang Qing's face.

He grabbed Zhao Jinmai's wrist and dragged her off the platform, the broken glass that the props team had scattered beforehand making a crackling sound on the soles of his sneakers.

"We must get off this time!"

Zhao Jinmai forcefully shook off his hand, her hair brushing against Jiang Qing's sweaty chin.

On the monitor, her reddened whites were streaked with blood, much like Li Shiqing's state after experiencing twenty-three cycles in the original novel.

Old Zhang, the stagehand, squatted under the parasol, timing himself with a stopwatch, while the props team leader counted down into his walkie-talkie.

"Demolition team, prepare, five, four."

"Wait!" Sun Molong jumped up from the director's chair.

"MaiMai, take a bigger step back, show some determination, like you're going to burn your bridges!"

"Okay, Director Sun!"

Zhao Jinmai bit the hair tie and re-tied her hair, while Jiang Qing took the ice towel handed to her by Chen Duo and pressed it against her carotid artery.

In this awful weather, filming not only tests acting skills but also endurance.

Liu Yijun strolled over, holding a thermos cup, a miniature fan clipped to the collar of his police uniform whirring.

"Dr. Jiang's veins are bulging realistically; he's even more daring than I was when I acted out a heart attack scene back then."

"You really fainted back then, didn't you?"

Huang Jue, holding a small fan, came over and cracked jokes, a teasing smile on his face.

"You're everywhere, get out of here."

"Look, he's gotten angry out of embarrassment."

……

Jiang Qing and Zhao Jinmai exchanged a smile, already used to the two's daily bickering.

When the clapperboard rang for the 27th time, the fragrance of bougainvillea mingled with the sea breeze and wafted into the film set.

Zhao Jinmai stumbled into Jiang Qing's arms. In the original novel, it was during this cycle that Li Shiqing confirmed her feelings for Xiao Heyun.

"Aircraft No. 3, approach!"

Sun Molong's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

In the shot, the shadow cast by Jiang Qing's eyelashes falling under her eyes as she lowered her gaze perfectly concealed the fleeting wavering in her pupils.

The demolition team leader suddenly raised his hand.

"Director, the blower on the west side is overheating!"

"Use the spare one as a substitute!"

Sun Molong grabbed a megaphone and shouted into the river.

"Jiang Qing, touch your earlobe now! Yes! It's that unconscious feeling of anxiety!"

Just then, Zhao Jinmai's tears fell onto Jiang Qing's hand, and Liu Tao, who was watching the monitor, suddenly covered his mouth.

This seasoned veteran actor was so moved by the explosive performance of the young actor that his eyes welled up with tears.

boom! ! !
When the explosion was accompanied by a burst of orange-red flames that shot into the sky, Jiang Qing's action of shielding Zhao Jinmai with his body was faster than in any rehearsal.

The flying plastic shards grazed his cheekbone, leaving thin red marks on his skin.

"Stuck! Passed!"

Sun Molong threw down his headphones, jumped up, and scanned the scene.

"I hereby declare the filming of the opening scene officially complete!"

The set was silent for two seconds, then suddenly erupted into a tsunami of cheers.

"It's done!"

"Holy crap! We've finally made it through this! This awful weather!"

"Liberation has begun! Long live the director!"

……

Lighting technician Da Li tossed the reflector into the air, and the makeup and styling team girls jumped up and down, hugging each other.

Zhao Jinmai was still shivering in Jiang Qing's arms when she burst out laughing when a ribbon thrown by the stagehand landed on her nose.

Liu Yijun was the first to rush over.

"Good lad! That last save was pretty professional!"

He patted Jiang Qing's shoulder repeatedly.
"If Teacher Liu keeps filming, he'll get a work injury."

Jiang Qing smiled and took out a tissue, handing it to Zhao Jinmai. The girl's fingertips were still trembling slightly as she took it.

Huang Jue squeezed into the crowd, holding a selfie stick.

"Old Zhang, hurry up and take a group photo for us! Director Du, please stand in the middle!"

Liu Tao wiped his eyes and laughed and cursed.

"You're so impatient!"

But with deft movements, he removed the ribbon flakes from Zhao Jinmai's hair.

The executive producer pushed a five-tiered cake through the crowd, while Sun Molong waved a champagne fountain around wildly.

"Let's have a seafood feast tonight, a wrap party!"

Foam splashed onto Jiang Qing. He glanced down at it, then turned to Sun Molong to demand payment.

"Director Sun, you still haven't paid me back for the three morning teas you owe me!"

Sun Molong grinned and turned around smoothly, with practiced ease.

Zhao Jinmai covered her mouth and laughed, then tiptoed closer to Jiang and whispered in his ear.

"Actually, during the eighth take, I really thought you were going to quit the show."

She still held the tissue she used to wipe her tears between her fingers, folding it into a crooked origami crane.

"You were shaking at the time."

Jiang Qing twirled the mineral water bottle and chuckled at her.

"Like a sparrow getting rained on."

"Dr. Jiang is quite the describer."

The girl tilted her chin at him, smiling brightly and charmingly.

At four o'clock, the sea breeze swept across the phoenix trees outside the film set, and the props team was dismantling the explosive device.

Sun Molong handed out red envelopes to everyone as the filming wrapped up, and when he passed Jiang Qing, he deliberately slipped her an extra one.

"Mr. Jiang, this is a thank-you gift you often give when you treat people to meals."

"Director Sun, aren't you being a bit too stingy?"

Jiang Qing touched the thin wrap-up red envelope in her hand and complained, which caused a burst of laughter on the scene.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the entire cast and crew crowded in front of the bus wreckage for a group photo.

Liu Yijun insisted on recreating the classic scene from the show where "Zhang Cheng takes out his police ID," but ended up pulling out a crumpled red envelope, which caused laughter.

Zhao Jinmai was pushed to stand to Jiang Qing's left, and her voice suddenly cracked when she made a peace sign.

"We're finally out of the loop!"

Jiang Qing looked at her with a surprised expression, which made the girl blush instantly.

No one knows who started it, but suddenly a chorus of "Xiao Heyun is awesome!" rang out on the beach.

At this moment, a black minivan stopped by the roadside, attracting everyone's attention. Three people got out of the car: two men and one woman.

When Jiang Qing saw the tall, thin man in the leader's outfit—a flashy floral shirt and sunglasses—she raised an eyebrow.

How did this guy get here?
(End of this chapter)