Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Three, two, one, extras, move out!"

Once the extras started moving around, Zhong Shujia called out, "Okay, start."

The extras walked past the dilapidated palace lanterns hanging from the eaves.

Be careful not to step on the broken sword tassels scattered on the ground.

Jiang Yang, who plays Qiushan Jun, has his costume smeared with blood and has several cuts.

The armor on his left shoulder had fallen off, and half of a broken demonic sword was stuck in his chest.

This scene depicts Qiushan Jun being framed by the demons, falling into a trap and suffering severe injuries, ultimately dying in Xu Yourong's arms.

He lay half-reclined in Gulnazar's arms, his head resting on her left arm.

Strands of hair clung messily to his forehead, and dark red blood clung to the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Shujia stared at the monitor: "Shoot a close-up of Jiang Yang, make sure there's something in his eyes."

As the camera zooms in, it captures Gulnazar's over-the-shoulder perspective.

This perspective can increase the audience's sense of immersion, as if the Qiushan-kun that Jiang Yang is now playing is lying in the audience's own arms.

His eyes held only relief and guilt, and his breath was intermittent as he spoke, as if each breath aggravated his wounds.

“Very good, Akiyama-kun has portrayed the regret before his death. Keep it up and try to get it in one take.” Zhong Shujia stared intently.

The scene was quiet.

Gulnazar's robes were covered in dust and bloodstains, and a few strands of her long hair, which had been tied up, were loose and stuck to her neck.

She knelt on one knee, her hands tightly supporting Akiyama-kun's back, her fingertips digging in, her brows furrowed, her eyes reddening as she struggled to hold back her tears.

What they saw was not Jiang Yang.

It was her father, whom she would never see again.

Her hands were trembling, her fingertips gripping Jiang Yang tightly, yet she dared not exert any real force.

As if afraid of breaking something precious.

Just like back then, when I was just one step away from seeing my father one last time, I came to him and held his cold, drooping hand.

A tear fell on Jiang Yang's face.

She instinctively tried to wipe it with her sleeve, but ended up with a bloody scratch.

This action was completely improvised, not part of the script. Zhong Shujia narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled, "You Rong's state is in line with her aloof saintess persona. She is restrained but cannot hide her grief. Very good... No wonder she was trained by Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang suddenly coughed, his chest heaving violently. He bit open the blood plasma packet he was holding in his mouth, letting the blood plasma spill out from the corner of his mouth.

Gulnazar tightened her arms, holding Jiang Yang even closer.

Jiang Yang stared at Gu Lina with unfocused yet persistent eyes: "You Rong..."

He raised his hand to touch her cheek, but his fingertips fell limply as soon as they touched her chin.

"Do not talk!"

Gulina's voice trembled as she forced back a sob. She pressed her fingertips against his wound, but couldn't stop the bleeding. She delivered her lines: "The master and Chen Changsheng will be here soon. Your injury can be healed. The Qingyun Sect is waiting for you to return."

Jiang Yang chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The movement aggravated the wound, causing excruciating pain. He frowned and said, "You Rong, I know she can't be healed."

His gaze shifted to the distant starry sky.

Later, the outline of the Big Dipper will be added to the night sky, which is the direction of the Qingyun Sect: "In my life, I have been too obsessed, mistaking jealousy for protection, and ambition for ideals."

Turning back to Gulnazar, her eyes were filled with guilt: "Yourong, I'm sorry. Back in the Hundred Herbs Garden, I shouldn't have forced you, I shouldn't have... used the family to pressure you..."

Gulnazar's face trembled.

Tears welled up in her eyes, hanging there but not falling.

As the bloodstains on her chest continued to spread, she lowered her eyes and gazed at Jiang Yang with a suppressed sob: "Lord Qiushan, you promised me you would accompany me back to Qingyun Sect to see the snow..."

This line wasn't in the script; Gulnazar added it without permission, saying "watching the snow."

The words that slipped out.

Because her father had promised to take her to see the snow in the Tianshan Mountains.

Her hometown, Urumqi, is located on the northern slope of the Tianshan Mountains. Bogda Peak in the eastern part of the Tianshan Mountains is very close to Urumqi, and the snow-capped mountains can be seen from the city all year round.

No one interrupted.

Zhong Shujia watched intently.

Gulina ran her fingers over the tassel on Jiang Yang's sword at his waist: "Your sword is still with me... You said, as long as the sword is there, I am there."

The way she looked at Jiang Yang was not at all like she was looking at Qiushan Jun.

Instead, they were looking at a promise that could never be fulfilled.

Ata, I've become a big star! Did you see that?

Jiang Yang's drooping hand suddenly convulsed and grabbed the hem of Gulinazha's clothes.

The five senses are gradually lost.

His eyes were vacant, and he had lost his hearing, so he appeared unable to hear Gulnazar's words. He still had his sense of touch, so he could only grope Gulnazar's hand randomly, grabbing it tightly as soon as he touched it.

It imitates the unconscious muscle reactions of a dying person before death, reciting lines from the script: "Yoyong, North Star, is it lit yet?"

"It's lit! It's lit!" Gulinaza's eyelashes fluttered as she gently pulled Jiang Yang into her arms.

The North Star was a constellation that Ata taught him to recognize when he was a child.

She gently stroked Jiang Yang's cheek and heard him whisper, with a nasal tone reminiscent of Xingjiang, saying in a voice only she could hear, "Gunamu, I've been watching over you from heaven. You're a good little sister in the family, a good daughter to Mom and Dad, and you'll always be Ata's pride."

While speaking.

Jiang Yang's lifeless eyes cleared.

A final burst of energy before death.

He looked straight into Gulnazar's eyes.

That look in Gulnazar's eyes was something else entirely.

It wasn't the way Akiyama looked at Xu Yourong, but the tenderness Ata felt for her.

As Jiang Yang's hand fell limp, his gaze became unfocused.

The scene was quiet.

The only sound was Gulnazar holding Jiang Yang in her arms, silently sobbing.

The script supervisor's finger hovered over the clapperboard, staring blankly into space.

The lighting technician's hand froze on the dimmer wheel, and a side-backlight lamp remained unmoved for a long time.

The beam of light enveloped Gulnazar's trembling eyelashes.

The makeup artist snapped out of her daze and realized the scene was over. She grabbed a cotton swab and tried to touch up her makeup, but the assistant director grabbed her sleeve and shook her head.

Zhong Shujia did not call a halt.

Gulnazar's performance continues.

The suppressed sobs suddenly turned into heart-wrenching cries.

The current Xu Yourong is not the character described in the dialogue.

It was entirely Gulnazar herself.

They were calling for Akiyama-kun.

All of Ata was on my mind.

His sobbing voice, tinged with a Xinjiang accent, sounded like when he fell down as a child and cried for his father.

She suddenly leaned forward from her kneeling position, almost pulling Jiang Yang into her arms, her forehead against his shoulder, her back heaving violently.

There will no longer be the elegance of Xu Yourong as a saintess witnessing Qiushan Jun's death.

The devastation of losing her father, who was the only daughter.

Now that I've learned to speak gently, the person who should have listened to me most is no longer here.

She gripped Jiang Yang's collar tightly with her fingers, the fabric crumpling in her palm, her nails even digging into Jiang Yang's skin through the costume.

Large tears splattered onto Jiang Yang's face, washing away the carefully applied blood plasma and creating transparent streaks on the monitor.

Jiang Yang was about to get up when Gulina Zha tightened her grip on his neck.

They realized that Zhong Shujia hadn't called a halt.

I simply held my breath and cooperated with Gulnazar to continue acting.

When Nazha squeezed his ribs until they hurt, he shuddered slightly, exhibiting the final nerve reflex of a corpse.

I saw Gulnazar crying and trembling all over.

Zhong Shujia's hand, which was about to call a halt, hovered in mid-air, and she instead wiped her face hard.

Bai Lu stood under the eaves behind the vendors, where red lanterns hung, and was about to send a message to her family group chat.

Watching Gulnazar and Jiang Yang's scene.

Even when you're there in person, it's hardest to immerse yourself in the experience.

But somehow, I became completely absorbed in watching it.

The phone screen was still lit. I hadn't held it properly, and it slipped a few centimeters before I suddenly realized what was happening and gripped it tightly.

He remained intently focused on watching.

Her breathing unconsciously mimicked the sobbing rhythm of Gulnazar, her throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.

Eyes red.

Realizing her vision was blurring, she raised her hand to wipe it, only to find that her emotions were following Gulnazar's lead.

She blinked, a tear rolled down onto the back of her hand, splashing into a tiny water droplet, and took a soft breath:

"That's real acting! No editing, no background music, it just went straight to my heart." (End of Chapter)