Huayu 2007: Starting with fleecing the "Fairy Sisters"

Meanwhile, at Hengdian World Studios, in the Qin Palace, on the set of "The Forbidden Kingdom".

In the evening, Liu Yifei arrived at the filming location after getting her makeup done.

She walked straight to the rest area and sat down as usual, but then she realized that something seemed to be missing.

She didn't feel that gaze.

She subconsciously glanced at the corner where the martial arts group often stayed.

That familiar figure is nowhere to be found.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But gradually, her heart began to flutter.

Has he given up?

Am I too late?

Or maybe they had something to do and couldn't come today...

These thoughts kept swirling in her mind, making her restless.

During breaks in filming, she couldn't help but glance at the stunt team.

Or, during breaks, he might discreetly scan the set, searching for that figure in the crowd.

These days she has gotten used to Wu Wei's presence, used to him standing in the corner quietly watching her act, used to his attempts to get close to her when she rests, used to him being like a stubborn star, always revolving around her.

Now that he's suddenly disappeared, the whole set seems to be empty.

It felt like a piece of her heart was empty...

……

After a major scene was finished, the crew had their late-night snack.

Liu Yifei sat on a folding chair with her lunchbox in hand, and heard two production assistants chatting next to her.

"Why didn't I see Wu Wei come over tonight?"

"You didn't know? He's gone. He left this afternoon."

"He left? Then why isn't he chasing after Liu..."

The man seemed to be saying something, but upon seeing Liu Yifei beside him, he suddenly stopped.

Liu Yifei's hand gripping the chopsticks tightened suddenly, her fingertips turning white.

"He...is gone?"

A strong sense of loss instantly overwhelmed me.

She had been troubled these past few days. Why hadn't he left yet? Why couldn't he be like the others and back down when things got tough?

But when that day finally came, when she no longer had to deliberately avoid him or ignore him, she found that she didn't feel the relief she had imagined.

Instead, I felt empty and uncomfortable all over.

During the late-night shoot, Liu Yifei was clearly not in the right state of mind.

Shots that could have been done in one or two takes were frequently retaken due to distraction, mispronouncing lines, or improper movements.

"Yifei, concentrate! Make your expression more determined, don't have a poker face."

The director's voice came from behind the monitor, carrying a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, director, I'll adjust it a little."

Liu Yifei apologized repeatedly, then walked to the side, shook her head, patted her face, and took a sip of ice water, trying to shake off the messy thoughts and emotions in her mind.

But it didn't work.

She remembered the gentle look in his eyes when he brought her the fever-reducing patch that afternoon.

She recalled the shy expression on his face when he taught her martial arts moves that night.

I remembered his reckless leap that day, and the shocking, bleeding wound.

I remembered that night on the rooftop, the meteor shower they watched together...

But now, he's gone.

He just left so suddenly.

A wave of overwhelming sadness and guilt washed over her, her nose suddenly stung, and her eyes welled up with tears.

I've been so cold and distant towards him these past few days.

He must have been very sad when he left.

Will he hate himself for being so heartless?

Moreover, this parting may very well be a final farewell, and he may never appear in her life again.

Thinking of this, her heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, both sour and painful.

……

After a night of stumbling and difficult filming, Liu Yifei returned to her hotel.

He took off his costume, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

Hot water poured down from above, flowing over her fair and beautiful body, and the steam quickly filled the small space.

She leaned against the wall, finally unable to hold back her suppressed emotions any longer.

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the hot water, and flowing down her cheeks.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out loud.

She didn't understand; she was the one who pushed him away.

It was clearly my choice to pursue this career, to "do what's best for him," and to give it up.

She made the right choice that was good for both of them.

But why am I still so sad?

……

Wu Wei was unaware that his departure had a significant impact on Liu Yifei's mood.

These past few days, he has devoted himself entirely to adapting "A Little Thing Called First Love".

You won't know until you change it, and once you do, you'll be shocked by the results.

The script for this movie was much harder to revise than he had imagined.

He racked his brains for several days, spending almost all his time in front of the computer except for eating and sleeping, and only managed to roughly revise the first forty minutes of the scene.

He originally intended to revise the entire movie script and send it to Liu Yifei, but now it seems impossible.

However, forty minutes is actually about right.

After all, scripts are generally not meant to be shown to just anyone.

Artists or companies need to sign a confidentiality agreement before they can see the first small part.

If you find the script acceptable after reading it and are interested in signing a contract, you can only see the full version after signing the letter of intent.

He certainly trusted Liu Yifei and believed that she wouldn't use his script to do anything to betray him.

So he didn't bother with any confidentiality agreements or anything like that.

After all, this movie was, in essence, a reward he got from her.

In truth, she deserves at least half the credit.

Wu Wei has never been one to waste time internally. If he can't finish writing, so be it. He can just send over the forty minutes of content.

August 24th, the day before Liu Yifei's birthday.

Wu Wei had already neatly bound the printed script, put it in a file bag, and sent it out via SF Express.

The recipient was Ni Haifeng, and the address was Hengdian World Studios.

He was afraid that if he sent it to Liu Yifei herself, Liu Xiaoli would likely intercept it, and she would probably never see it.

Sending it to Ni Haifeng would be much safer.

After sending the document, Wu Wei sent Ni Haifeng a text message: "Brother Haifeng, I sent you a document. Please give it to Liu Yifei tomorrow morning (the 25th). Don't give it to her beforehand, and don't let anyone else see it. I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to Beijin."

Ni Haifeng immediately replied, "No problem, leave it to me."

Walking home, Wu Wei couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

She should like this script.

After watching it, will she want to act in it?

Will her mother agree to let her act in it?

……

He shook his head, dismissing these useless thoughts.

He has done his best, so let nature take its course.