Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

Filming is in full swing, and time is flying by.

Bai Lu sat on a small stool, holding a thermos in her hands, staring at the monitor showing her own back as she chased after him to the door.

The props team handed her a red spider lily, made of silk, with a very light blue tint around the edges of its petals.

She had already memorized Sanqi's lines, but when she held the flower in her hand, she noticed that the back of the petals was embroidered with a line of small characters in extremely fine silver thread—"Longevity Number".

The film set is ready.

The pot of Meng Po soup on the stove was replaced with a new one, and the art team buried a few withered plants in the sand, preparing to add special effects in post-production to create a scene of red spider lilies sprouting from the soil.

The lighting technician kept the overall tone of Huang Quan very dark, leaving only a warm lamp above the stove and the wooden table where Chang Sheng often sat.

Ju Xingmao shouted for all departments to get ready, the script supervisor clapped the clapperboard, and the camera panned from the few withered plants on the sand that had not yet sprouted to the stove.

Qingxiao walked in from the doorway, clutching two red spider lilies in his hand.

"Please help me put it on," Bai Lu said, moved.

Qingxiao paused for a moment.

He took the flower, raised his hand, and pinched the stem with his fingertips, searching for a good spot near her temple, afraid of poking her hair or putting it crooked.

Bai Lu stood quietly, watching him hurriedly pin the flowers in place, and suddenly burst out laughing.

It wasn't an act; I was genuinely dumbfounded by his stupidity.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You put it in backwards." Bai Lu reached out and turned the flower behind her ear.

"The ideal man I want must be someone I truly like, someone whose only wish is for my well-being. When he is well, I am happy. When I am well, but he is not, I am not happy. As long as he is well, whether I am well or not, I am happy. That is true liking, that is true love for someone."

She paused for a moment, then looked up at Qingxiao.

"I believe you will live forever."

Ju Xingmao removed his finger from the walkie-talkie behind the monitor. He saw that Bai Lu was getting more and more into character when he said that line.

He called "Cut".

"This one is approved."

Filming progressed to the climax of the entire film—the wedding farewell.

Meng Po Village was decorated in a mix of red and white.

The art group hung bright red silk and pale white paper lanterns all over the courtyard. Underneath the red silk were piles of dry thorns, and the white paper lanterns had the character "囍" written in ink.

The entire scene presented an eerie sense of disjointedness on the monitor.

When Bai Lu walked out of the dressing room after getting her makeup done, the entire set was silent for half a second.

She wore a bright red wedding dress, over which was a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe with gold thread, and her face was adorned with the most beautiful makeup in the entire film.

Her eyebrows were no longer a faint, almost invisible grayish-white, but were drawn with a thin, long arc using cinnabar. Her lips were adorned with rouge, and three tiny snake scales were pasted on the corners of her eyes.

Sanqi knew nothing at this moment and thought that Changsheng really wanted to marry her.

Qingxiao was also dressed in his wedding attire and stood by the sidelines waiting for her.

His red wedding robes had been artificially distressed with a worn patch on the shoulder and the belt was a meter loose, making it look like he had been through a fierce battle. Seeing Bai Lu emerge, he paused for a moment, then looked away.

"All departments, prepare."

Ju Xingmao sat down behind the monitor.

The staging of this scene was extremely complex.

Chen Shi led the sword immortals of the mortal realm into the Yellow Springs to steal the Yin Scroll. Sun Shangxiang was killed while protecting Sanqi. The other shore flower, which symbolized Sanqi's pure thoughts, was crushed into pieces in the flash of the blade.

The camera pans through the chaotic crowd, revealing Sanqi bound to a pillar by Chen Shi's magic, her phoenix crown askew, her wedding dress torn, and her face covered in dust.

The moment Sun Shangxiang's soul shattered into pieces amidst the sword light, Bai Lu, bound to a pillar, let out a roar.

It was a scream as if someone had ripped your heart out of your chest.

Everyone on set was frozen in place.

The dry ice gun in the props team's hand fell to the ground, and no one turned around to look at him.

Makeup artist Sister Su stood next to the monitor, one hand covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face through her fingers.

"Card."

Next up is the scene about immortality.

Qingxiao gradually walked into the frame from the edge of the chaos.

His face no longer held its usual gentle smile; only struggle and a near-collapse-like pain remained.

He walked up to Sanqi, raised his hand, and wanted to touch the bloodstains on her face, but his fingers hovered a few centimeters in front of her cheek, trembled for a full three seconds, and then withdrew.

On the monitor, you could see the veins on his temples throbbing, and the finger that hadn't touched her finally curled into his palm.

This little gesture wasn't in the script.

The script only contains the line, "Chang Sheng raised his hand to touch San Qi's cheek."

He expanded this sentence into a complete psychological level: wanting to touch it, not daring to touch it, and being afraid that once he touched it, he would no longer be able to deceive himself.

"Sanqi...I...I return your spirit to you."

He stretched out his finger and touched his brow, and a faint but pure light began to be forcibly stripped from his body.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body swayed precariously, but his eyes were fixed on Sanqi, filled with the guilt of deception, the emotion of scheming, the heartache of witnessing her being hurt, and the resolute determination to atone for his sins and fulfill his duty by ultimately destroying himself.

Bai Lu was tied to a pillar. As she watched Qing Xiao's soul being ripped from between his eyebrows, tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood on her cheeks.

She shook her head slightly, with a very small movement, as if she didn't even have the strength to shake her head anymore.

Then she spoke, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"You lied to me. You've been lying to me from the very beginning. But I don't hate you—because you're made from my spirit. You smell like me."

Qingxiao's fingers slid down from his brow, his lips trembled, and he couldn't continue his lines.

He looked at her, at her crooked phoenix crown, her torn wedding dress, and her face covered in blood, but her eyes were still the same eyes that had tilted their heads and looked at him by the stove on the day they first met.

He suddenly took half a step forward and gently untied her from the pillar, as if afraid of shattering a piece of sand from the underworld.

The camera zooms in, and he lowers his head to slowly pull her wrists out of the ropes. His forehead rests on the red spider lily on her shoulder, half of which has been sliced ​​off by the sword light. The silver thread along the edge of the petals is still embroidered with the words: "Long life number."

But at this moment, Changsheng tore his own fate to shreds and kneaded it into her wrist.

Ju Xingmao placed the walkie-talkie on the table behind the monitor, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of water.

"Passed. Passed."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head away, put the thermos back on the table, and didn't say anything more.

The young female script supervisor next to the monitor buried her head in her script, her shoulders shaking.

This scene also required post-production work, but overall the filming was quite touching.

When Bai Lu stood up from the pillar, her voice was completely hoarse from crying.

Qingxiao unscrewed the lid of her thermos and handed it to her. She took it and drank a sip of warm water. Looking at the tear stains on Qingxiao's face that hadn't been wiped clean, she suddenly stretched out her index finger and wiped the corner of his eye.

"Boss Qing, I didn't expect you to be such a good conman."

Qingxiao didn't speak, but simply straightened the phoenix crown that was askew on her head: "I must say, you look quite beautiful in your phoenix crown and wedding robes."