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On the way back to the RV, Wang Zuxian was like a student who failed the exam and was taken to the office by her teacher Gong Xing.

With a cunning look in his eyes, he tried to struggle: "Sister Gong Xi, how about we talk about the play outside? It's just right for us to talk while eating?"

"I've had someone take it to the car."

Gong Xing opened the car door and said, "It's cold outside, let's go in quickly."

"This this……"

Wang Zuxian sighed and looked resigned to her fate.

Gong Xing blinked playfully, "Come in quickly, there's a big surprise waiting for you in the room."

Wang Zuxian raised her eyebrows and muttered to herself, surprise? Shouldn't it be shock?

Just as the two got into the RV, a man in a bulky red suit suddenly appeared in sight.

Wang Zuxian was startled out of nowhere, but when she saw the man's face clearly, the fear in her heart disappeared in an instant.

Then I couldn't help but burst into laughter, even laughed out loud, and tears almost came out of my eyes.

"This dress really fits you perfectly!"

Gong Xing walked around the dialect, the smile on his face harder to suppress than AK's.

“What else can I say!” Fang Yan rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Fortunately, there aren’t many people on the crew right now, and I even ordered some takeout to lure them away. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother to come visit you guys.”

"It's because there aren't many people on the set today that I let you wear this outfit." Gong Wei smiled. "Otherwise, if you show up in this outfit on the set and it's spread by the crew or the paparazzi, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of our great writer Fang?"

Wang Zuxian smiled with her eyes curved, holding back her smile, and stretched out her hands:

"Where are the presents! Santa Claus, where are the presents for me and Sister Gong Xing?"

“Put it next to the milk tea and pineapple buns.”

Fangyan took off his hat and fake beard and said, "Okay, I've accepted the bet and I've done what I promised you. I've delivered the gifts, and it's time for Santa Claus to take off his clothes and rest after get off work." Then he took off his red suit and took out the down jacket he had prepared from the bag.

Gong Xing shook his head: "Rest? How can I rest?"

Fangyan was stunned and surprised.

"As Santa Claus, you can go home now, but don't forget that you are still the producer of Ghost."

Gong Xing put his hands on his hips and said, "Something happened during the filming just now. Should you, as the producer, take care of it?"

"what's the situation?"

Fang Yan looked at Gong Xing on the left and Wang Zuxian on the right, and saw her twiddling her fingers, looking completely guilty.

Gong Xing briefly recounted the reason why Wang Zuxian had been unable to get into the role, causing Wang Zuxian to lower her head in shame and pout.

"I don't want to either, but I just can't find the same feeling as when I was filming A Chinese Ghost Story with my brother."

"Well..."

Fangyan picked up a pineapple bun.

"So do you care about this?"

Gong Xing glanced sideways.

“Control, control, control!”

Fangyan smiled awkwardly, "But what do you want me to do, Director Gong?"

Gong Xing said directly: "Of course I'm explaining the play to Xiao Xian!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Yan and Wang Zuxian's expressions changed, and they looked at each other almost at the same time, and their eyes met.

"Yes, just like when we were filming Farewell My Concubine, didn't you also explain the scenes to Gong Li, Jiang Wen, Guo Rong and others?"

Gong Xing said: "After explaining the play, they all quickly found the feeling and got into the state, and their performance was so vivid and wonderful."

Wang Zuxian opened her mouth and said, "But, but..."

Gong Xing raised his hand to interrupt and said, "Don't say buts, let's start now."

"Now?" Fangyan was very surprised.

Gong Xing nodded and said that everyone was enjoying their midnight snack right now and there was no one at the filming site, so if not now, when would he talk about it.

Wang Zuxian blinked pitifully: "Sister Gong Xing, why don't you wait a little longer, wait for me to eat a pineapple bun..."

"Eat? Eating also counts as time!"

Gong Xing said seriously, "The break time is only 10 minutes. Xiaoxian, you don't want to be yelled at like you just now, right?"

"Okay, I'll go get Xiaoxian in shape right away."

Fang Yan winked at Wang Zuxian, and the two of them then left the RV and hurried to the shooting site.

As Gong Xing expected, the huge room was empty. Under the light, there were only Fang Yan and Wang Zuxian and their shadows on the wall. Wang Zuxian pretended to cough a few times, "Do you want to take a look at the script first?"

Fangyan smiled knowingly, "Have you forgotten who came up with this story?"

Wang Zuxian's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly sat down next to the wheel, turned her back to him and said, "Then let's get started."

Fangyan took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves to avoid his clothes being stained by the splashing mud, and then sat behind Wang Zuxian.

"Put your hands here."

“Let the clay flow through your fingers.”

As Wang Zuxian spoke her lines, she felt the back of her hand slowly being pressed against his hands, sticking together like glue and lacquer.

The four hands holding the clay are interlocked, hugging each other tenderly, and the rotating clay is slowly turned into exquisite pottery under the mixing of the two people.

"Looking into each other's eyes deeply is a kiss between souls."

Fang Yan said, "You said you couldn't find the right feeling with Guo Rong, which means there was something wrong with the way you looked at each other, your emotions, or your feelings."

Wang Zuxian pursed her lips, "What should we do then?"

"look at me!"

Fangyan suddenly spoke.

Wang Zuxian was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. Her eyes began to blur and her eyes were filled with rippling autumn tears.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. While she was in a daze, she suddenly realized that Fangyan was like a burglar. His aggressive yet tender eyes were like a stone, smashing her window, throwing a rope into the breakthrough hole, and then climbing up the rope into her heart.

Turns out he's a heart thief!
But it was too late. The look in Wang Zuxian and Fang Yan's eyes began to become sticky.

Just as the two were performing according to the script with great concentration, bursts of laughter from the staff were heard outside the house, and the atmosphere in the house was instantly broken.

Fang Yan woke up as if from a dream, and found that he was walking towards the bed with Wang Zuxian in his arms, while Wang Zuxian was hugging him tightly with her legs wrapped around her waist.

"ah!"

"Put me down now, they're coming in soon!"

The two of them were like a man and woman who were caught having a secret meeting, they were guilty and panicked.

Zhang Guorong led the photographer, lighting technician and others and pushed the door open, only to see Fang Yan and Wang Zuxian standing and sitting respectively, both with strange expressions on their faces.

"Hey, Fang Sheng, why are you here?"

"If I don't come, who will bring you milk tea and midnight snacks?"

"No wonder Gong Xing was so mysterious when he answered the phone just now. It turned out that it was you, Fang Sheng, who delivered it personally."

Zhang Guorong and the others' attention was successfully diverted, so that no one noticed that Wang Zuxian's neck turned red, and then slowly spread to her ears. Her entire ears were red, and her heart was pounding as if a deer was running around inside.

Fangyan explained casually that he was asked by Gong Xing to explain the play to Wang Zuxian.

"We barged in so suddenly, aren't we disturbing your performance?"

Zhang Guorong was stunned for a moment and felt deeply apologetic.

"it's okay no problem."

Fang Yan said: "You came at the right time, just as the play was finished."

This statement aroused everyone's curiosity. Photographers and lighting technicians all started to urge Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong to rehearse on the spot.

"Xiao Xian, what do you think?"

Zhang Guorong whispered.

"no problem!"

Wang Zuxian nodded carelessly, and when she passed by Fangyan, she heard his reminder beside her ear:

"Just act according to your feeling just now."

In an instant, images of herself being passionate, unrestrained, and even a little bold flashed through her mind, and she glared at him in shame.

However, when rehearsing with Zhang Guorong, my body was very honest and performed exactly the same movements, except that I used a borrowed position when kissing.

"Hiss, I feel like Xiaoxian's acting is much better than before."

"Yeah, that look, squeak, it's all silky, and that smile, it's really sweeter than the milk tea I just had."

"No wonder it's said that Mr. Fang is the best at training actors. In less than 10 minutes, Xiaoxian has made such obvious progress!"

"........."

Everyone was talking among themselves, looking at Fang Yan with respect and admiration. As expected of Mr. Fang, he was a first-rate actor trainer! (End of this chapter)