Huayu: The young actress is heavily dependent on me

Today we're filming a scene featuring Kou Feng and Dilireba as Princess Anxin of Loulan.

The script depicts Kou Feng and An Xin galloping on horseback along the riverbank, one of the few heartwarming scenes in the entire series.

The issue is,

Dilireba cannot ride a horse.

"Chen Li!"

Assistant director Lao Zhou ran over from the monitor, looking like he was constipated.

"Um... Dilireba said she's too scared to ride a horse alone, do you think...?"

Chen Li put down the soy milk: "You want me to take her?"

"Yes, yes, you sit behind her, you hold the reins, and she just needs to sit on the horse."

Old Zhou rubbed his hands together.

"The director said that since there are stunt doubles for the long shots, we'll just film the two of you chatting on horseback for the close-ups."

Chen Li glanced towards the stables.

Dilraba stood next to the chestnut horse, wearing the light green ruqun from the play, with a down jacket that reached her ankles wrapped around her, and she was curled up in a ball.

She reached out to touch the horse's neck, but pulled her hand back halfway through.

The horse snorted, and she jumped back a step.

"Okay." Chen Li stood up. "I'll go teach her."

Chen Li walked to the left side of the horse and patted the saddle.

"Put your left foot in the stirrup, grab this spot, and push off hard to get up. It's very simple."

"Simple?"

Dilireba took a deep breath, grabbed the saddle, put her left foot in the stirrup, and pushed off with all her might.

I didn't make it up.

Ma turned his head and glanced at her.

Chen Li felt there was a hint of disdain in the horse's eyes.

"Don't laugh!" Dilraba's face turned red. "This is really difficult!"

Dilireba tried again, this time hanging precariously on the side of the horse's belly.

Chen Li couldn't stand it any longer.

"Excuse me."

He grabbed Dilireba's waist with both hands and lifted her up.

Dilireba was lifted up and landed steadily on the saddle.

"ah--"

She was so frightened that she grabbed the horse's neck and lay flat on top of it.

"Don't be afraid, it's not moving." Chen Li patted the horse's neck, and the horse indeed didn't move.

"Sit up straight, relax your legs, and put your feet in the stirrups."

Chen Li mounted the horse, then sat behind Dilireba, reaching around to her sides to grasp the reins.

This position basically encircles her entirely in his arms.

The crew pushed the track over, and the director shouted from behind the monitor, "Ready—"

Why do I feel like something hard is poking me from behind?

She was puzzled...

"Attention all units—" the director shouted through a megaphone.

"Scene 11, Act 1 of 'Ban Shu Legend,' begin!"

The clapperboard snapped shut.

The camera pans along the track.

Chen Li controlled the reins, keeping the horse in the best composition for the camera.

This was not difficult for him.

After all, his equestrian skills are comparable to those of a young general.

The horse circled around a rock on the riverbank, tilting its body slightly.

Dilireba slid to the left, and in fright, she grabbed Chen Li's thigh.

Chen Li gasped.

Dilraba, where are you grabbing?!

Let go of my manhood!

"Don't touch there!"

"Then where should I grab it?!" She was almost in tears.

"Slow down, you're going too fast! I can't take it anymore!"

What awful lines!

Dilraba, don't talk nonsense! I'm afraid people will misunderstand!

Chen Li and Dilireba were bobbing up and down on the slowly galloping horse.

Coupled with the somewhat strange things he said, Chen Li began to have some ulterior motives.

The director frowned behind the monitor.

Why are these two whispering to each other?

However, the dialogue was dubbed in post-production anyway, so as long as the visuals were usable, that was fine.

And from the monitor, the picture does look really good.

The river surface shimmered, and in the distance lay withered reeds. The horse strolled slowly along the riverbank.

The young man was dressed in a black outfit, with a cool and aloof expression.

The girl nestled in his arms, her dress billowing in the wind, revealing the pale yellow hem.

The composition, the atmosphere.

Absolutely.

"Camera, follow!" the director whispered.

"A close-up of Dilraba's face, capturing that feeling of both fear and a desire to rely on the person behind her!"

The photographer zoomed in for a close-up.

"Card--"

The director stood up from behind the monitor, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was a good take! Great shot! Ready for the next one—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a string of firecrackers went off on the opposite bank of the river.

I wonder which film crew is shooting scenes for the Chinese New Year.

The chestnut horse suddenly reared up on its forelegs.

"ah--!!"

Dilireba was thrown out.

On the right is the river.

With a splash, Dilireba fell into the river.

The river wasn't deep, and the place where I fell was very close to the bank.

But for someone who can't swim, no matter how deep the water is, it's all the same.

Chen Li immediately jumped into the water without hesitation and pulled Dilireba out.

In January, the temperature in Hengdian is close to zero degrees Celsius.

Although the river water wasn't frozen, the cold penetrated straight to the bone; it was like a magical attack.

When Chen Li helped Dilirebato ashore, she was trembling all over.

"It's alright, it's alright." Chen Li patted her back.

"Don't be afraid, we're on shore now."

Dilireba coughed up a few mouthfuls of water, her hands gripping Chen Li's arm tightly, refusing to let go.

At this point, the crew members finally realized what was happening.

Assistant director Lao Zhou was the first to rush to the riverbank, his face pale:

"How are you? Are you alright?"

The stagehands, lighting crew, and costume team all rushed over.

Director Gordon Chan strode ahead, his face ashen.

Seeing Dilraba sitting shivering on a rock, soaking wet, he turned and yelled at the on-set producer:

"Who's responsible for safety on location today? Huh? Didn't you know there's a film crew setting off firecrackers on the other side of the river? What if the horses get spooked? Who's responsible if something happens?"

The on-set producer was a fat man in his forties who was being scolded and shrank back, not daring to say a word.

Chen Li glanced down at Dilireba, who was curled up in a ball, her teeth chattering.

Without thinking much, he reached out and took off the soaking wet black outfit he was wearing.

The white undergarment underneath was also mostly wet, clinging to his body and vaguely revealing the outline of his muscles.

Chen Li wrung out the water from her outfit and draped it over Dilireba's shoulders.

"Wear this on first, so you don't catch a cold."

Chen Li stood up, took off his undergarment, and wrung out some water.

Then the eyes of several female staff members nearby widened.

Water was still dripping from Chen Li's full but not exaggerated chest, and water droplets kept dripping from his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Holy crap, that body is amazing!"

"Is this what they call 'wet and sexy'? I'll have material for my dreams when I get home..."

Then several people simultaneously pulled out their phones.

Their gazes quickly and simultaneously shifted downwards.

The white shorts were soaked and clung to his legs, making the outline of a certain part of his body particularly clear.

The female staff members exchanged glances, their expressions a fascinating mix.

Some people held their phones even more steadily and took a series of photos.

"Make way, make way—"

A voice came from behind the crowd.

Zhang Zhehan squeezed in. He wasn't filming today. He was wearing a black down jacket and holding a cup of milk tea.

"I heard Dilraba fell into the water? Is she alright?"

He walked up to her and first saw Dilireba, who was soaking wet, and then he saw Chen Li, who was shirtless.

Zhang Zhehan looked down at his stomach.

Then I looked up and saw Chen Li's abs.

He looked down at his pants again.

Then I looked up at Chen Li's pants.

Why is there such a huge difference between people?

Is this kid cheating?

He silently put the milk tea behind him and decided to give up sugar starting today.

After the director finished berating the producer, he turned around, his anger subsiding somewhat.

"Dilraba, go back and rest today. Take a hot bath and don't catch a cold."

He paused, then looked at Chen Li.

"Xiao Chen, you should go back and change your clothes quickly. We'll postpone this scene until tomorrow, depending on the weather."

"Thank you, director," Dilraba's voice still had a slight nasal tone.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse, let's call it a day!" Old Zhou waved his hand to disperse the crowd.

The staff members walked back in twos and threes, and several female staff members walked very slowly, looking back every few steps.

Zhang Zhehan walked even slower, and halfway there he turned back to look at Chen Li's abs, then took a big gulp of milk tea.

Screw sugar ban.

Most of the people had left, leaving only Chen Li and Dilireba by the river.

Dilireba, wrapped in Chen Li's coat, still felt a little weak in the legs when she stood up.

"Chen Li," she called out to him.

Chen Li turned around.

Dilireba swallowed hard, her face flushed.

The way the water droplets rolled over his abs, the smooth V-line, the silhouette outlined by his wet pants.

She felt that her brain might have gotten waterlogged when she fell into the water, otherwise why would her mind be filled with these thoughts?

"Um... thank you." She lowered her head, her voice growing softer and softer.

"If it weren't for you, I might..."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do," Chen Li smiled.

Dilireba bit her lip and raised her head as if she had made up her mind.

"Are you free tonight? My cat can do backflips..."