This director only directs blockbusters.

In the morning, when Yang Ning opened the door of the hotel's rooftop restaurant, she saw Li Binbin already sitting by the window.

She was wearing a white shirt, her hair still wet, holding a glass of orange juice, gazing absently at Table Mountain outside. Sunlight fell on her profile, her eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.

"Good morning, Director Yang." She didn't turn her head, but the smile on her lips was obvious.

Yang Ning sat down opposite her. The waiter came to pour coffee, and he pointed to Li Binbin's cup: "The same as hers."

"How did you sleep last night?" she asked casually, as if discussing the weather.

"good."

"I slept so well." She took a big gulp of orange juice, as if showing off, "I haven't slept this soundly in ages, I didn't even dream."

Yang Ning didn't reply, and instead lowered his head to drink his coffee.

Li Binbin put down her cup, rested her chin on her hand, and stared at him, as if she were studying some interesting topic.

"Director Yang, you're acting a little different today."

"What's different?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it," she tilted her head, "but...it looks much better than yesterday."

Yang Ning glanced at her but didn't say anything.

She chuckled. "Don't be nervous, I was just kidding. Where are we going today?"

"Stelenbergh, a wine region. Chen Yong said there's a mountain road there that could be used as a potential location."

"A wine region?" She raised an eyebrow. "Are you going there for work or vacation?"

"We can do both." Yang Ning cut a piece of fried egg. "We can have a drink after filming."

"Oh," she chuckled, "Director Yang, you've finally learned to enjoy life?"

Yang Ning ignored her and focused on eating, but she caught a hint of smugness in her tone.

As the car drove into Stellenbosch, there were endless vineyards on both sides.

In March, South Africa is still in summer. The grapevines are laden with fruit, and sunlight filters through the leaves, dancing on the road.

"It looks so good!" Li Binbin rolled down the car window, the wind blowing her hair wildly, but she laughed like a child.

Yang Ning deliberately slowed down the car so she could get a good look.

"Director Yang," she suddenly said, "pull over for a moment."

As soon as the car stopped, she jumped out, stood by the roadside, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, as if she wanted to fill her lungs with all the air here.

"Even the air smells sweet!" she shouted back at him. "Come down and smell it, it's much better than the air freshener in our office."

Yang Ning got out of the car and walked to her side. In the distance were mountains, and nearby were grapevines; the sky was so blue it looked unreal.

"Shouldn't you filmmakers visit places like this more often?" she asked.

Which one?

"It's a beautiful spot." She turned to look at him, a rare seriousness in her eyes. "Otherwise, if we're just shooting in the studio all day, we'll get tired of it."

Yang Ning nodded: "That makes sense."

We had lunch at a small winery. The owner was an elderly Dutch gentleman with white hair and a Dutch accent. When he heard we were from China, he was incredibly hospitable and immediately opened two bottles of wine.

"Try it, our signature Pinotage." The old man poured the drink. "It's unique to South Africa; you can't find it anywhere else."

Li Binbin picked up the cup and smelled it: "It smells fruity."

"Strawberries and chocolate!" The old man gave a thumbs up. "You have a really good nose!"

She took a sip with a smug look, squinting her eyes: "Hmm~ Not bad!"

Yang Ning also tried it, and it was indeed delicious.

"Are you here for tourism?" the old man asked.

"I guess so," Yang Ning said, "and we can enjoy the scenery along the way."

"There's a path on the back mountain that offers a view of the entire valley. You can take a walk there this afternoon."

After dinner, the two sunbathed on the terrace. Li Binbin took off his shoes and propped his feet up on the railing, like a cat sunbathing.

"Director Yang," she suddenly said, "what do you think we look like right now?"

"What does it look like?"

"Like..." she thought for a moment, "like they're on their honeymoon."

Yang Ning turned to look at her.

She squinted at the sun, not looking at him.

"Look, South Africa, a winery, the two of them sunbathing," she laughed. "All that's missing is a ring on her finger."

"Then we need to get married first."

"Why get married?" she asked, opening her eyes to look at him. "Aren't you a staunch non-marriage advocate?"

"The same to you."

"So," she squinted again, "it's like, but it isn't."

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "Director Yang."

"Um?"

Do you know why I fell for you?

Yang Ning paused for a moment: "Use more precise words."

She laughed: "Okay, so why would I want to sleep with you?"

Yang Ning looked at her.

She still didn't look at him, and said to the sun, "Because you see me as an opponent, not as prey."

A breeze blew by, carrying the scent of grape leaves.

"Other men look at me with 'I want to get you,' and then they'll give me some benefits." She paused, "But you don't. You distinguish between sleeping together and acting."

Yang Ning remained silent.

She turned her head, her eyes shining: "So I'm not afraid when I'm with you. I'm not afraid of being schemed against, not afraid of being turned on after we've slept together."

She laughed: "Because you're looking for rivals, not prey."

Yang Ning looked at her; the sunlight had made her face a little red, but her eyes were particularly bright.

"You're right," he said.

She laughed even harder: "So I've found the right person?"

"Um."

She stood up and stretched: "Let's go take a look at the back hill. We still have work to do after that!"

The road behind the mountain was truly treacherous, so narrow that only one car could pass through at a time, with a mountain on one side and a cliff on the other. Yang Ning drove slowly, but at every bend, he felt as if his wheels were about to hang in the air.

Li Binbin gripped the seatbelt tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Are you scared?" Yang Ning asked.

"I'm scared!" Her voice was tense. "But I'm not scared when you're driving."

Yang Ning glanced at her.

"I won't die," he said.

"It wouldn't be a loss even if I died," she loosened her seatbelt a little, "dying with you and making it to the trending topics wouldn't be too shameful."

Yang Ning laughed: "You have a good attitude."

"Absolutely," she finally relaxed a bit, "since I don't plan to live to be a hundred, it's worth seeing more scenery."

From the mountaintop viewing platform, the entire Stellenbosch Valley lies at your feet. Vineyards stretch out like a green chessboard, and the silhouette of Table Mountain can be seen in the distance.

Li Binbin got out of the car and ran to the edge of the cliff. The wind was so strong that his shirt clung to his body.

Yang Ning took out his camera and began framing the shot.

"Director Yang!" she called out.

"Um?"

"Take a picture of me!"

He raised his camera. She stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind tousling her hair. She ruffled it a couple of times and smiled at the camera. The sunlight gave her a golden edge.

Click.

"Is it pretty?" She ran over to look.

Yang Ning handed her the camera. She stared at the screen for several seconds.

"This one..." she paused, "...why does it feel like it's saying goodbye?"

Yang Ning remained silent.

She suddenly grabbed his hand and led him towards the vineyard by the roadside. Yang Ning was slightly taken aback, but did not pull away.

The two walked along the ridge for a few minutes until the winery's red-tiled roof was completely hidden by the dense grapevines.

"I've heard that men all chicken out in the wild." She turned around, a defiant glint in her eyes. "How about Director Yang?"