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Chapter 1016 "Pass!" [Two-in-One]

"All groups, take a break, have lunch, and we'll continue filming this afternoon."

Yu Feihong clapped his hands, signaling everyone to rest and eat.

After speaking, he took off his in-ear monitor and glanced at Sun Yi, who was not far away.

The morning's filming didn't go very smoothly. Anyone with eyes could see that the problem lay with Sun Yi, but she didn't intend to use her position as director to say anything to Sun Yi.

Talking about acting?

Stop joking, we don't even know who's talking to whom yet.

She thought that Sun Yi might just not be in the right state of mind that morning and needed some time to adjust. After all, the crew had been on hiatus for so long and was resuming filming, so it was normal for him not to be in top form. Especially since Sun Yi had been busy with the Spring Festival Gala, she could understand. Besides, she could afford to waste a morning.

Upon hearing Yu Feihong's order, everyone dispersed, some tidying up the machines, others going to get their meals.

Liu Yifei greeted the two extras she was working with, got up and walked out of the milk tea shop, looking at someone with some concern.

Like Yu Feihong, she didn't expect that Sun Yi would get stuck on this scene.

Although this scene was also difficult, requiring a rapid emotional shift in a short period of time, and featuring close-ups of the face, it just wouldn't feel right if it wasn't done perfectly.

But Sun Yi's previous performance gave her a preconceived notion that nothing could stump her husband.

This morning, it was probably an accident; I guess I was just too tired lately and hadn't rested well.

Yes, I must be careful tonight, get a good rest, keep an eye on that person, and never let him run rampant again.

During work hours, you should focus on filming and maintain a good condition; don't get too tired at night.

Thinking of this, Liu Yifei cursed under her breath, vowing never to give that person another chance tonight, no amount of sweet talk would work.

As they walked toward their RV lounge, Zhang Xin, the assistant, brought over the food. She took it from her, nodded to Zhang Xin, and indicated that since everything was alright, she should go and eat too.

Inside the RV, Sun Yi had just washed his face and removed the prop blood from his nose.

The scene we just filmed was necessary; it's a terminal illness, so how could people tell without blood coming from the mouth and nose?

Prop blood, as any actor who has used it knows, is an absolute nightmare for actors. The smell... don't even mention it. Even for lead actors, it doesn't have a fruity flavor.

Sun Yi washed his nose several times before he could clean it. By the time he finished wiping his face and sat back down, Liu Yifei had already prepared the meal.

One large meat dish, one small meat dish, three vegetable dishes, and a bowl of soup; the rice was packed very tightly.

In Sun Yi's film crew, or rather, in the ZhenGe Starry Sky film crew, there is an unwritten rule that all crew members eat the same meals according to the same standard. There is no such thing as separate meals. In Sun Yi's view, since everyone is filming in the same production, there is no need to differentiate between different levels of food.

It's too low-class and it's easy for people to gossip. Extras are people too. We can't give them too much, but Starry Sky can afford to provide them with a relatively sumptuous meal.

Besides, a meal only costs a few dollars. But if an extra sabotages you because the food is bad, making you shoot two extra takes, wasting time and delaying the schedule, then the cost will be much more than just a little bit of food money.

Which is more and which is less?

Of course, the actresses' meals are rather special, and the reasons are obvious.

Like Liu Yifei's dish, it is relatively light overall, with only a small amount of rice, but more vegetables and fruits, and it is mostly light food with less oil and salt.

Actresses generally value their figure, and even someone as lazy as Ms. Liu is very "dedicated" when it comes to filming.

"Here, this is for you."

Liu Yifei used her chopsticks to put two pieces of boiled broccoli from her lunchbox into Sun Yi's bowl, and then casually took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs from his lunchbox.

“This is mine.” The movement was as fluid as if she were at a dining table at home.

As soon as Sun Yi looked up, Liu Yifei quickly stuffed the ribs into her mouth, as if she was afraid that someone would not let her eat them.

No, you're still missing this piece of meat?
Sun Yi chuckled to himself. He didn't want Miss Liu to be as thin as a stick, so he never made any demands on her in that regard.

"What exactly happened this morning? With your skill level, this scene shouldn't have been cut so many times, right?"

Liu Yifei asked with some confusion.

Sun Yi lowered his head, shoveled some rice into his mouth, and only after swallowing did he speak, somewhat dejectedly:
“I was puzzled too. I had read the script. It was a mix of surprise, shock, heartache, then forcing myself to let go, and even a little relief. Based on the logic in my senior’s script, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. But when it came to the actual filming, seeing you sitting there, I felt like I couldn’t get out of character no matter what. Even when I forced myself to act, it felt very fake.”

Sun Yi frowned, and to be honest, he still didn't understand what was going on.

If I remember correctly, that's how it was portrayed in the original work.

He admitted that his acting skills might be different from those of Huang Yingdi, but he didn't think the gap was that big, especially since he was very experienced in romantic scenes with the young actress, so it shouldn't be a problem with his acting skills.

Liu Yifei nodded, chewing the ribs thoughtfully.

“Normally speaking, this scene is quite difficult. It requires shifting from such strong negative emotions to a positive thought that shows consideration for the other person. The senior sister’s design is very layered, but it demands a very high level of emotional switching from the actor in an instant.”

Sun Yi thought about it and agreed with Miss Liu's statement.

Until he could find other problems, he could only conclude that his emotional control was not sophisticated enough.

While eating, the two discussed the psychological basis of the male lead Han Zhongqing in this scene, analyzing his emotional expression and possible changes in mentality based on his background as a gangster.

Liu Yifei was trying to help Sun Yi sort things out, but the more she explained, the clearer things became, yet Sun Yi's brow remained furrowed, as if there was still a layer separating them.

As they ate, Liu Yifei, seeing Sun Yi's utterly bewildered and earnest expression, suddenly chuckled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and casually remarked jokingly:
"Director Sun, you wouldn't have secretly been jealous when you saw me going on a blind date with someone, even if it was just in a play, would you? That's why you couldn't convincingly portray that 'satisfaction'?"

It was meant as a joke, but Liu Yifei found it funny after she said it, and looked at Sun Yi with a smile while biting her chopsticks.

"!"

Unexpectedly, Sun Yi was stunned when he heard this. His chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and his expression became extremely strange. It was as if he had been caught off guard and had been exposed in some hidden corner that he was unaware of. He was first taken aback, then a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he tried to pretend to be calm.

This shift in emotion feels so natural.

Liu Yifei was looking at him and happened to see all the subtle changes in his expression.

He paused for a moment, then, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret, his smile widened rapidly, blossoming with a look of surprise and mischief.

She leaned closer, her voice low and full of laughter: "Really? Really? I was right? Honey, are you jealous?"

Sun Yi's face flushed, and he quickly buried his head in his rice, shoveling down two mouthfuls. He mumbled, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could that be! This is a professional attitude, an analysis of the character's logic!"

Although his tone was firm, he was actually a little nervous inside.

Sun Yi vehemently denied it, but thinking about the little girl's joke, it seemed... it might actually have some connection?
A script is a script, and reality is reality.

Sun Yi recalled that morning when he actually saw Liu Yifei, or even Haoting, sitting there with another strange man sitting opposite them, enacting a "blind date" scene. The discomfort and repulsion that rose from the bottom of his heart were so real and intense.

"Relieved"? Relieved my foot! Other people's love may be great, and they may be willing to sacrifice and let go for the other person, but this logic simply doesn't apply to Sun Yi.

Why should he let go? Why should he push the person he loves to someone else, and then smile and offer his blessings? Just thinking about it makes it hard to suppress the possessiveness that's ingrained in my bones.

That seems to be the problem.

But this is something I dare not say outright.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but explain to Liu Yifei, "I think the problem still lies in the script!"

"Love is inherently selfish; possession is instinct. The male protagonist, Han Zhongqing, loves Haoting deeply. Even knowing he's going to die, his first reaction should be 'What the hell am I going to do?' It's despair, resentment, and a desire to keep her by his side. How could it immediately evolve into 'entrusting her with joy'? That transition is too idealistic and unrealistic!"

"Moreover, even if he faces reality and chooses to let go, it will be the most painful decision. As long as he is not dead, he will still have to protect Haoting." "So, when he sees Haoting going on a blind date with a strange man, even though he knows he should let go, he will not feel relieved at that moment. Instead, he will feel anger, pain, self-blame, and finally helplessness in the face of fate. Or, he may feel a little bit of relief only after he has figured things out."

Sun Yi began to explain.

Liu Yifei smiled with her lips pursed, her little bit of secret joy rising uncontrollably like bubbles.

Keep pulling. Keep pulling.

She knew her husband's personality all too well: he was argumentative, eloquent, and prone to forced explanations. No matter what he thought in his heart, he would never back down verbally.

"Okay, okay, you're right. But the characters Ah Cheng and Han Zhongqing in the script, aren't they forced into this 'entrustment' mentality because they knew they had a terminal illness and didn't have much time left? It's also an extreme, distorted kind of love."

"Terminal illness."

Upon hearing those two words, Sun Yi's expression froze almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Let me experience this feeling of 'entrusting' something. Unless I also get a terminal illness, I will never be able to experience it."

Sun Yi resorted to shamelessness.

"Bah bah bah!"

Upon hearing him mention "terminal illness," Liu Yifei immediately raised her eyebrows, raised her chopsticks, and smacked his hand hard. Her beautiful eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about! What terminal illness? How can you say such things? Hurry up and eat!"

"Oh~"

Sun Yi awkwardly shut his mouth. His little girl was usually a bit silly, but when she got angry, she could be quite intimidating.

He ate a couple of bites of rice in silence, chewing gently, but his mind was still processing the conversation he had just had, and something was gradually becoming clearer. He put down his chopsticks, his gaze becoming focused.

“Wait a minute. What you just said seems to make some sense.” He looked at Liu Yifei, his brows relaxing a bit. “I know where the problem lies, and I know how to act.”

Liu Yifei opened her eyes wide with curiosity: "How do you want to act?"

Sun Yi smirked and kept everyone in suspense: "You'll find out this afternoon."

After a short rest after lunch, the set bustled with activity again, with lighting setups, camera adjustments, and actors getting their makeup touched up. Everyone was in their positions.

Liu Yifei sat back down by the window of the milk tea shop, opposite the gentle and refined blind date, and next to her chattering best friend.

She had already completed her scene very well that morning, and now it's just a matter of securing one take; the main focus is still on Sun Yi's side.

Without much preparation, it was quickly and routinely completed. She nodded to the photographer, indicating that she would be in the shot, and then turned her gaze to the other side of the street.

Yu Feihong sat behind the monitor and took a deep breath.

Sun Yi's repeated NGs in the morning made her a little tired, but it also fueled her even greater expectations.

I wonder if Sun Yi has recovered her condition and if she will bring me any surprises.

Especially right before filming started, Liu Yifei secretly told her that Sun Yi wanted to make a few minor changes to the script without her permission, but she didn't know exactly how.

Yu Feihong felt like she was opening a blind box; it was very exciting.

At the street corner, Sun Yi—no, at this moment he had become Han Zhongqing—swayed his shoulders, strolling out with a slightly carefree air.

My gaze casually swept across the street, then, as if drawn by something invisible, it suddenly fixed on the window of the milk tea shop.

On the monitor, Yu Feihong stared intently, noticing the subtle changes in Sun Yi's eyes.

At first, there was doubt, then he squinted to focus, and the moment he confirmed it was Haoting, his nonchalant expression vanished like mist in the sunlight. His lips involuntarily curled upwards into a smile, not a greasy one, but a pure, unguarded surprise of "I can't believe I ran into you here."

He even unconsciously took a small step towards the other side of the street, and his whole demeanor instantly relaxed and brightened.

Yu Feihong bit her lip. This opening was more nuanced and relatable than the script's "seeing it directly and then being stunned."

The next second, Sun Yi's gaze fell on the face of the man opposite Liu Yifei.

All the light went out in a fraction of a second. The expression of surprise froze, then shattered. Pupils contracted, brows furrowed instantly, and jawline tightened like a fully drawn bowstring.

It wasn't the "heartache" written in the script; it was a more primal, more direct anger that belonged to the very bones of Han Zhongqing, this low-level hoodlum. An instinctive rage, a feeling that his things were being coveted by others, almost burst forth from his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he took a deep step, his shoulders tensed, and with a fierce determination to rush over and cause a scene, he strode towards the road, his eyes fixed on the blind date.

"That kind of drive," Yu Feihong murmured to herself.

She didn't know what the final result would be, but at this moment, it seemed perfectly natural.

Just as Sun Yi's foot was about to step onto the asphalt road, his body suddenly stopped!
The fierce anger on his face was instantly covered by a physical pain. His brows furrowed painfully, and the flame in his eyes was extinguished by a sudden dizziness, replaced by a bewildered and helpless panic.

He staggered and almost lost his balance, instinctively reaching out to steady himself on the cold lamppost beside him.

The camera zooms in for a close-up.

Sun Yi's eyes were filled with intense struggle.

There was anger, there was resentment, but more than anything, there was a growing sense of despair.

Despair, yes, that's despair.

He held his head, his gaze once again falling on Haoting in the shop window, who was completely unaware of what was happening. His expression was so complex that Yu Feihong, watching from the monitor, felt a pang of anxiety.

There was a frantic reluctance to part, an unbearable longing, and an impulse to destroy everything, but in the end, all of these were overwhelmed by the increasingly clear sense of collapse emanating from within the body.

He realized that this body, which was betraying him, had deprived him of the right to be a "lover," and even deprived him of the strength to rush over and defend love.

This is not a rational and noble choice, but a helpless situation forced upon us by fate.

Just then, without warning, a stream of dark red blood flowed from his nasal cavity.

He paused, seemingly not quite understanding. He raised his hand, instinctively rubbing it with the back of his hand, and then saw that glaring red.

In an instant, it pierced all his remaining, unrealistic fantasies.

Finally, he gazed intently in Liu Yifei's direction.

Yu Feihong saw it clearly in that glance. There was no "gratification," only an intense, almost unbearable longing, and a resigned, immense sorrow.

Then, with his last bit of strength, he turned around, no longer "quietly leaving" as in the script, but as if fleeing, he hurriedly and stumbled past a passerby, clutching his bleeding nose, and rushed unsteadily towards the end of the street, his back view disheveled, as if something terrifying was chasing him from behind, or as if he just wanted to escape this place that caused him so much pain and yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

Sun Yi staggered and ran for a long time until he was almost out of the frame before collapsing by the roadside.

After a while, a "click!" sound rang out.

Yu Feihong's call to stop was much slower than usual, by more than half a beat.

The set was quiet. Everyone was still immersed in the suffocating sense of oppression brought about by the performance just now.

Yu Feihong didn't speak immediately; she just stared at the playback on the monitor, over and over again.

After a long while, she finally took off her headphones, rubbed her slightly sore nose, and spoke into the walkie-talkie:

"Pass!"

　Sorry, I had a cold and was on an IV drip for the past few days, and my throat was inflamed, so I haven't been able to update for a few days. I apologize to everyone. I'm feeling better now and will get back to work.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)