Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

three days later.

Beijing Daxing International Airport, waiting hall.

Liu Xiaoli, wearing sunglasses, stood at the security checkpoint, clutching her boarding pass in her hand. Her posture didn't look like she was seeing someone off; it looked more like she was sending her daughter off to a marriage alliance.

"Remember to call me when you get there, don't eat anything you shouldn't, and lock the door when you sleep at night..."

"Mom, I'm going to film a movie, not to go on a pilgrimage to the West."

Liu Qianqian was carrying a pink backpack and holding a neck pillow she had specially prepared for the long trip, looking quite helpless.

She secretly glanced at Yu Le standing next to her.

The man was leaning against a pillar, engrossed in reading a copy of "Zhiyin" magazine, completely oblivious to the sorrow of parting.

"Alright, enough with the elaborate send-off ceremony."

Yu Le closed the magazine and casually stuffed it into her bag, interrupting the mother and daughter's tearful farewell.

"If we keep dawdling, the plane will be taking off. Then we'll have to ride brooms to Zhejiang."

Liu Xiaoli glared at him, but still let go of her daughter's hand.

"Take good care of her."

Yu Le waved his hand, picked up the huge suitcase full of snacks and seasonings, and turned around gracefully.

"Don't worry, it won't get lost."

……

Xinchang, Zhejiang.

The crew of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" chose a scenic but desolate mountain valley as their base.

As soon as I got out of the car, the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of the earth hit me, along with the ubiquitous smell of the film crew's boxed lunches.

"Is this Mantuo Villa?"

Liu Qianqian stood downstairs at the guesthouse, looking at the still unfinished set in the distance, feeling a little bewildered.

Where are the pavilions, towers, carved beams, and painted rafters of our imagination?

It looks like a construction site that has just been partially demolished.

"That's good enough."

Yu Le slammed his suitcase on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"At least there are mountains and water, which is much better than that greenhouse that's all dirt. Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it and settle in first."

The two had just checked in and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when there was a knock on the door.

This time it's not a demolition team, it's a coordinator.

"Is Liu Qianqian here? Director Zhang wants you to come for a makeup test, right now!"

The coordinator was a boisterous middle-aged woman who held a walkie-talkie and spoke at a rapid pace, like a machine gun.

"Coming right away!"

Liu Qianqian threw the potato chips in her hand onto the bed, grabbed her coat, and was about to rush out.

"What's the rush?"

Yu Le grabbed her backpack strap and lifted her back like a little chick.

He took a bottle of mineral water out of his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

"Take a sip of water to moisten your throat. You're going to play Wang Yuyan, not Nezha causing havoc in the sea. Behave yourself."

Liu Qianqian stuck out her tongue, obediently drank some water, and then slowly followed Yu Le towards the dressing room.

The dressing room was a scene of utter chaos.

Heroes from all walks of life gathered together.

Lin Zhiying, who plays Duan Yu, is sitting in a corner reciting his lines. Even in this simple environment with only a bright light bulb, his youthful face still looks amazing.

Hu Jun, who plays Qiao Feng, is having his beard glued on by the makeup artist. His full beard looks prickly.

And Liu Tao, who plays A'Zhu, is adjusting his hair ornaments in front of the mirror.

As soon as Liu Qianqian entered, the previously noisy dressing room quieted down slightly.

After all, she was personally chosen by Jin Yong as the "Fairy Sister," so everyone was curious about her, even if they didn't say it.

"Oh, you're here?"

Zhang Jizhong sat behind the monitor with an imposing air, his signature beard jiggling as he spoke.

"Hurry up, put on your makeup! Let me see the result!"

The makeup artist was a veteran with ten years of experience, and when he saw Liu Qianqian's face, his eyes widened in amazement.

This person has such a natural talent; it's like they were blessed by God.

It doesn't need any embellishment at all.

Apply some foundation, draw some eyebrows, and slightly brighten your complexion; that's it.

The most crucial thing is the hairstyle.

Her long, jet-black hair was partially tied up, with the rest cascading down her back like a waterfall, and two strands falling beside her ears.

In addition, there was that light pink gauze ancient costume.

The moment Liu Qianqian walked out of the dressing room.

The entire dressing room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The script in Lin Zhiying's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Hu Jun's newly glued beard was almost pulled off by his jaw dropping in astonishment.

Even Zhang Jizhong, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, was stunned for a full three seconds.

nice.

It's not the kind of aggressive beauty that overshadows everyone else, nor is it the kind of gentle, demure beauty.

Rather, it is a kind of ethereal, otherworldly aura.

She was just standing there, and even though she was holding an unfinished mineral water bottle, you would think it was the jade bottle held by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhang Jizhong slapped his thigh and said "good" three times.

"This is Wang Yuyan! This is the fairy-like beauty who made Duan Yu so infatuated!"

He turned and roared at the lighting technician and photographer.

"What are you all standing there for? Get to work! Take advantage of the good lighting and hurry up and take your costume photos!"

The filming location was chosen in a camellia bush.

Although most camellias nowadays are made of plastic, the use of blowers and dry ice has somehow created an atmosphere reminiscent of a fairyland.

"Sissi, you don't need to make too many expressions."

Yu Le stood on the sidelines, holding a thermos cup, like an old father watching his daughter's performance, occasionally interjecting with a comment.

"Just think of it as if these people owe you money, or if you didn't get enough of the braised pork you had for lunch. Maintain that faint sense of sadness and detachment."

The assistant director next to him twitched at the corner of his mouth as he listened.

What kind of guidance is this?

Owes money? Braised pork?

What does this have to do with Wang Yuyan?

Surprisingly, Liu Qianqian actually listened to what she said.

She stood among the flowers, tilting her head slightly, her eyes vacant.

What I was thinking was: Uncle Yu said he'd make sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, but the pork here doesn't seem very fresh. I wonder if it will taste good...

This lapse in concentration.

That aloof, otherworldly, and seemingly ethereal quality instantly came through.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

Zhang Jizhong's face broke into a wide smile as he watched the monitor.

He was initially worried that the young girl was too young and wouldn't be able to handle the situation.

Now it seems more than enough!

As long as this face is there, the audience's values ​​will follow the facial features!

"Duan Yu! Where did Duan Yu go?"

Zhang Jizhong shouted through a megaphone.

"Hurry up and get on stage! Get into character! You have to portray that feeling of being completely captivated by a goddess!"

Lin Zhiying stepped forward with a wry smile.

He's a sensation in Asia, how did he become a simp?

But when he stood next to Liu Qianqian and looked at her flawless profile so close to his eyes...

That kind of "obsessive" passion doesn't need to be acted out at all.

That is humanity's instinctive yearning for beautiful things.

The filming continued until evening.

As the sun set, it gilded the entire Mantuo Villa with a golden hue.

"Cut! That's a wrap!"

At Zhang Jizhong's command, Liu Qianqian instantly lost her composure.

She lifted her skirt and jumped out of the flower bushes without any regard for her image, heading straight for Yu Le.

"Uncle Yu! I'm starving! Hand over my snacks!"

The ethereal fairy who seemed untouched by worldly affairs has instantly transformed into a starving ghost demanding repayment of her debts.

The surrounding staff were stunned.

Isn't this contrast a bit too great?