Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

Jiang Lai finally understood why Li An had jokingly said he wanted to practice wrestling.

The scene where he and Zhang Ziyi fought in the desert took several days to film. There were no martial arts moves, just grappling and slamming each other, and the two of them were covered in dust.

The only thing that puzzled Jiang was that Zhang Ziyi was truly ruthless.

It's not the kind of ruthlessness that comes from acting; it's the kind of ruthlessness that comes from finally finding an opportunity to beat you up.

Zhang Ziyi threw Jiang Lai to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. The two rolled around a few times, and Jiang Lai pinned her down.

"You deadbeat!"

Zhang Ziyi shouted and forcefully broke free, kicking Jiang Lai in the chest. Before he could even get up from the ground, he rushed forward again and punched Jiang Lai several times, knocking him down.

Both of them were exhausted. She struggled to her feet again, kicked Jiang Lai in the buttocks, and then collapsed.

"OK, this one's done," Li An called out from behind the monitor.

Jiang Lai, panting heavily, helped Zhang Ziyi sit up.

"Phew, you really went all out," Jiang Lai said, rubbing his butt.

"Hmph!" Zhang Ziyi glanced at him sideways. "You stinky man!"

There's a saying that goes, "If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier the more you think about it." That's Zhang Ziyi's mindset right now. So what right does Zhou Xun have to say she misses him?

The director said they should really fight, so I had to give her a good beating, even though she held back.

Jiang Lai had no idea what he had done to upset her, so he helplessly propped himself up on his hands to rest.

The two people sat leaning against each other, and then what? Of course...

Yu Jiaolong has been arrested.

Luo Xiaohu took Yu Jiaolong back to his cave, but didn't touch her or even tie her up. He even made her roast chicken.

On a sand dune, Jiang Lai was pretending to roast the chicken that the crew had prepared. At that moment, he wanted to hum, "I love roast chicken wings."

Zhang Ziyi quietly emerged from behind the rocks, holding a large stone in his hand. Taking advantage of Jiang Lai's inattention, he smashed the stone directly onto Jiang Lai's head, and Jiang Lai pretended to faint.

Yu Jiaolong ran away.

In the shot, Zhang Ziyi rides a horse across the vast desert.

No matter where you go, there is only endless yellow sand and countless weeds.

When the horse couldn't walk anymore, she walked on her own.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and her figure cast a long shadow on the sand. It seemed as if she was the only person left in the world.

As the camera zooms in, Zhang Ziyi's face is covered in sand, her hair is ruffled by the wind, her lips are chapped and peeling, and her pupils are unfocused.

As the sun sets, loneliness sets, and the world seems endless.

The figure in pure white grew smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away.

Finally, he collapsed.

Yu Jiaolong has been arrested again.

You could say he saved her. This time, Luo Xiaohu tied her hands and feet, but he still didn't touch her and even prepared bathwater for her.

The exterior scenes at the Devil City are basically finished; the next scenes will be filmed inside the cave.

Jiang Lai gently loosened Zhang Ziyi's bindings.

"Don't worry, you'll know whether I'm near or far when you hear me sing. Once you've finished washing, you'll be in a better mood, so you can't hit people anymore."

He began to sing and gradually left the cave.

Zhang Ziyi looked at the man, a smile appearing on her lips.

Jiang Lai sang a song called "Awar Guli," and the lyrics are as follows:

I rode my horse and sang a song.

Having passed through Yili

I saw the beautiful Avargul

Who in the world can compare to you?

Oh, beautiful Avargul

The wanderer crossed the Tianshan Mountains

Crossing the Gobi Desert

Tell you about the beautiful Avargul

The person I'm looking for is you.

Oh, beautiful Avargul

Li An felt that this song perfectly suited Luo Xiaohu and Yu Jiaolong, so he asked the locals to teach Jiang Lai word by word. It took him a long time to learn it.

Jiang Lai's singing wasn't particularly pleasant, but it had a certain indescribable quality to it; the melody was desolate and lingering, drifting through the vast desert.

Listening to the singing, Zhang Ziyi came out after taking a bath, wearing loose clothes.

Zhang Ziyi sat down, and Jiang Lai picked up a silver needle and held Zhang Ziyi's small feet. Her soles were covered in blisters, some of which had already broken, revealing tender red flesh.

She got all of this from walking through the desert these past few days.

Jiang Lai gently and slowly popped the blisters, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Is it worth it for a comb?"

Zhang Ziyi winced in pain, but forced himself to say, "That's mine. It's very precious to me. It's useless to a bandit like you. Give me back the comb."

Jiang Lai's face darkened, he leaned forward, his eyes filled with intense aggression. "No one can order me around!"

Zhang Ziyi turned his head, picked up a copper hairpin from the table, pointed the pointed end at Jiang Lai, and glared back at him without giving an inch.

"Give me!"

Jiang Lai didn't speak, but his gaze became increasingly aggressive.

Without hesitation, Zhang Ziyi stabbed Jiang Lai with the hairpin. Jiang Lai did not dodge, and blood flowed from his chest.

Luo Xiaohu captured Yu Jiaolong twice, but he did not touch her during these two times when they were alone. He never did anything out of line. Even when he asked her to take a bath, he would step back to put her at ease. A bandit leader acted like a gentleman.

It sounds strange, but Han Han wrote this line in his movie "The Continent":

Liking something leads to indulgence, but love requires restraint.

Yu Jiaolong may be like this hairpin, violently piercing Luo Xiaohu's chest and violently entering his world. And Yu Jiaolong may also be attracted to this man.

Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi rolled onto the blanket after prying open the hand holding the hairpin.

This time, the two weren't fighting; instead, they were being affectionate.

The passionate kisses and ardent caresses were filled with a savage, primal, and desire-driven feeling.

Jiang Lai's hands kneaded her fair breasts and then traced her flat stomach, and Zhang Ziyi responded passionately.

His large hand subconsciously continued to explore downwards until it touched a clump of water plants.

He froze, then sat bolt upright.

"Click!" Li An looked up from behind the monitor. "Xiao Jiang, why did it stop?"

Jiang Lai took a few deep breaths; how could he possibly admit that he was intoxicated?

Zhang Ziyi glanced at a certain bulge and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"Sorry, director, let's start over." Jiang Lai bowed and smiled sheepishly.

Filming resumed, and the two rolled around in each other's arms again.

Li An looked at the scene on the camera, frowned, and shook his head.

"Cut! No, Xiao Jiang, you're too restrained right now. Be wild! Be beastly!"

"Sorry, director."

Zhang Ziyi lay on the ground, her chest revealing a large expanse of white skin, looking at him with a half-smile. "What's wrong? Weren't you quite natural when you kissed Zhou Xun?"

Jiang Lai was speechless. Why was this old story being brought up again?

"That's filming..."

"Isn't this also filming?"

Jiang Lai had nothing to say.

"Get ready to start over!" Li An shouted.

Jiang Lai was still preparing when Zhang Ziyi raised her fair neck, her toes lightly brushing against Jiang Lai's chest, and bit her red lips, saying, "What's wrong, my dear brother? You're okay with Zhou Xun, but not with me?"

Jiang Lai didn't respond. He narrowed his eyes and pressed his entire body down on her like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. His large hands roughly ravaged the soft flesh, and he opened his teeth to suck on her tongue forcefully.

"Ugh~" Zhang Ziyi groaned, frowning.

Rough, labored breathing echoed through the cave.

"Click! Passed!"

Li An, staring at the monitor, hurriedly called for a stop; he was afraid the two would start fighting if they continued.

Jiang Lai released his grip, rolled over and lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Zhang Ziyi's hair was disheveled and her face was flushed. She glanced at him sideways, then suddenly reached out and shyly pinched his arm.

"Quickly turn over! The tent's about to open!"