Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Friday.

Xiangshan Film and Television City, Qin and Han Dynasty City Scenic Area.

The sea breeze of early spring carries moisture, sweeping over the ancient city gate with its green bricks and red tiles.

At nine o'clock in the morning, a black van discreetly slid into the cordon outside Studio 3.

As soon as the car door was opened a crack, several young stagehands standing guard on the perimeter couldn't help but crane their necks.

"Here it comes!"

"She's really here? I thought the rumors about her cameo were just a publicity stunt!"

"Nonsense, the coordinator worked through the night to revise the schedule, the whole team is focused on Fang Yu's performance today!"

"Wow, the nation's top star is making a movie. Director He really gave him a lot of support."

While they might gossip about it in private, the core members of the production team gathered behind the monitor, having a completely different plan in mind.

The executive director, smoking a cigarette, whispered to the production manager:

"Director He really dares to use people."

"Fang Yu is currently very popular, but acting and singing are completely different things."

"Can a complete newcomer, thrown directly into the climactic finale, keep up with Wu Zheng's performance?"

The production manager smiled and exhaled a puff of white mist.

"Why do you care whether he can catch it or not?"

"Just put Fang Yu's face on the poster and it will generate hundreds of millions of publicity."

"Even if he's just a wooden post in front of the camera, as long as he pulls out his sword in a cool way, fans and passersby will wear out the door of the movie theater."

"Director He knows perfectly well that this is just a pure box office mascot."

"Have the dialogue director keep an eye on things later. Make sure the blocking and positioning are large. If you can't memorize your lines smoothly, you can use dubbing in post-production. Just make sure it doesn't delay the wrap-up of filming."

The group exchanged knowing smiles, their understanding unspoken.

In their view, Fang Yu was just there to enhance his resume and make his resume more prestigious. The production team was responsible for making him comfortable and, incidentally, reaping an astronomical number of casual viewers. Everyone got what they wanted.

At this moment, the nanny van door opened completely.

Fang Yu jumped out of the car wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, jeans, a baseball cap, and canvas shoes.

There were no bodyguards clearing the way, nor were there seven or eight assistants serving tea and water; only Sister Wang carrying a briefcase followed behind.

"Director He, teachers, thank you for your hard work."

Fang Yu took off his hat and greeted the staff around him with a smile.

Not far away, Wu Zheng was sitting in a folding chair rehearsing his lines.

He looked up when he heard the sound.

As a middle-aged actor who recently won the Golden Rooster, Hundred Flowers and Huabiao Awards for Best Actor, Wu Zheng is known in the industry as a passionate actor.

He has high standards for acting, and even higher standards for his co-stars.

Wu Zheng had some reservations when he heard that He Zheng was going to add a popular celebrity at the end of the movie.

The movie took more than half a year to film.

Just when filming was about to wrap up, a complete newcomer was suddenly brought in.

Anyone would have doubts.

However, seeing that Fang Yu himself was not putting on airs and had a friendly attitude, Wu Zheng's resentment dissipated considerably.

He closed the script and took two steps to greet him.

"Teacher Fang, welcome to the group."

Wu Zheng stretched out his hand, half-jokingly reminding him:

"Director He's action scenes are tough to watch; the wire work can really rip your skin off."

"Brother Zheng, just call me Xiao Fang. How dare I call myself teacher in front of you?"

Fang Yu clasped his hands in return, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, and grinned:

"I'm tough and resilient."

"If your movements are off or your eyes look wrong later, Brother Zheng, please feel free to point it out. Don't hold back for me."

After hearing this, Wu Zheng felt a little more at ease.

At least he's a well-behaved young man.

He patted Fang Yu's arm.

"It's normal to be nervous when filming an action scene in a period drama for the first time."

"When we rehearse later, I'll slow down the pace a bit."

"Don't rush, just follow my gaze."

The words were spoken very politely.

Wu Zheng was already mentally prepared.

When filming officially begins, he will deliberately suppress 30% of his aura and try to lead Fang Yu away.

To avoid the situation where, just as you get into the zone, the other side gets pressured and forgets their lines.

At this moment, He Zheng strode out of the director's booth, still holding the storyboard in his hand.

"Alright, enough with the small talk at the door."

He raised his hand and waved.

"Xiao Fang, go to the dressing room and change your skin! The action choreography team is waiting in the next booth. Once you're done, get to the choreography practice!"

"Alright."

Fang Yu agreed and followed the production coordinator to the first dressing room.

The door closed.

The makeup artists and costume assistants inside were noticeably reserved.

Applying makeup to top celebrities has always been considered a high-risk job.

Some popular young male celebrities wear foundation so thick it's practically measured in micrometers.

Even if a couple more strands of hair are pulled out of a wig, the person will immediately turn hostile.

Some people even bring their own entire makeup team, and once they join the crew, they complain that even the powder puffs on set are dirty.

The head makeup artist was a woman in her forties.

She gripped the eyebrow trimmer tightly.

"Teacher Fang... please sit here."

"Is your scalp sensitive? We'll be using glue to put on the wig later. If it itches or hurts, just let me know."

Fang Yu plopped down in the swivel chair.

"Big sister, don't worry."

"My head is as strong as a rock."

He tilted his head back and said cheerfully:

"When I was a child in the village, my grandfather used pig hair clippers to shave my head."

"It'll be over in a couple of quick strokes."

"Do whatever you want with me, don't treat me like a porcelain doll."

The dressing room was silent for a second.

Several young clothing assistants couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The head makeup artist loosened her grip on the knife.

"Pig hair clippers? You can use those to shave people's heads?"

"Why not?"

Fang Yu was very serious.

"That thing not only shaves hair, but also scrapes the scalp."

"Every time I get a shave, I don't dare touch my head for three days, because it burns with pain if I do."

"puff!"

The girls couldn't hold back any longer.

The originally tense and oppressive dressing room was soon filled with laughter.

With everyone working freely, their efficiency actually increased significantly.

……

Forty minutes later.

The curtain to the dressing room was gently lifted.

"Director He, Teacher Wu, and Teacher Fang are all done with their makeup."

The costume assistant poked her head out and called out.

Inside the studio, He Zheng was discussing camera positions with the director of photography, while Wu Zheng stood beside him.

Upon hearing the sound, the two instinctively turned their heads.

The dozens of workers who were moving tracks and light fixtures around also turned their attention to it.

Everyone wants to see what this down-to-earth top celebrity, who is known in the public eye for wearing a military overcoat, cooking Northeastern banquets, and wielding a suona to wreak havoc everywhere, will look like when he puts on an ancient costume.

Won't it have an incongruous, rustic feel?

The curtain was completely lifted.

A tall, upright figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Fang Yu changed out of his modern casual clothes.

She wore a plain white silk lining and a dark, patterned, wide-sleeved robe over it.

His dark hair was tied up high with an ancient silver crown, with two stray strands hanging down on either side of his cold and distinct face.

A leather belt with a one-finger-wide black iron buckle was tied around his waist, making his figure appear even taller and more upright.

The carefree, boyish charm he exuded in the dressing room vanished the moment he stepped out the door.

The entire photography studio suddenly fell silent.

The sounds of moving equipment stopped.

The occasional static from the walkie-talkie seemed exceptionally clear.

The assistant directors, who had just been discussing the "box office mascot," all froze behind the monitor.

No one thought of it.

That rough-around-the-edges Northeastern man who can squat by the stove, slaughter a pig for the New Year, and play the suona in a live broadcast.

After changing into ancient costume, she was actually able to suppress that cold and otherworldly temperament...