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

At the end of July, after nearly a month of filming, the crew finally finished shooting XJ's scenes.

Jiang Lai leaned back in the back seat of the SUV, watching the desert and Gobi rushing past the window, and suddenly felt as if he were in another world.

When I arrived, this place seemed desolate, but when I left, I was actually a little reluctant to leave.

"You can't bear to part with him?" Zhang Ziyi whispered, leaning on his shoulder.

"Hmm." Jiang Lai looked down at her. "And you?"

"A little," Zhang Ziyi smiled, "but I'd rather go back and take a shower."

Jiang Lai chuckled and shook his head.

During this period of filming in the desert, taking a shower was indeed a luxury. Water resources are precious here, and most of the time we could only wipe ourselves with a wet towel.

"Go back and wash yourself properly, you're almost as dark as Liu Ye." Jiang Lai patted her head.

Zhang Ziyi snorted and closed his eyes.

As the plane landed at the Capital Airport, a wave of heat from the capital city hit us.

It wasn't the kind of heat that comes from the sun in XJ, but a stuffy, sticky heat.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath and surprisingly missed the dryness of the desert.

"Let's go." Zhang Ziyi pulled her suitcase forward, her steps light and quick.

Jiang Lai smiled and followed.

Li An walked behind, whispering something to Jiang Zhiqiang.

Back at the hotel, Jiang Lai first took a nice, relaxing shower, then went straight to sleep.

I slept until the next day, and was woken up by my phone.

He picked up the phone; it was Li An.

"Xiao Jiang, come to the conference room. Chow Yun-fat has joined the crew. Let's all get to know him."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Lai quickly went to the conference room.

He pushed open the door and immediately saw Chow Yun-fat.

Chow Yun-fat was wearing a gray casual shirt and a baseball cap, looking much younger than his actual age, and was talking and laughing with Li An.

"Hello, Brother Fa!" Jiang Lai stepped forward to greet him.

"Hello, you must be Lai-jai?" Chow Yun-fat stood up, smiling and extending his hand. "Director Li An and Mr. Jiang Zhiqiang mentioned you to me, saying you are a very good actor."

"Not at all, Brother Fa, you flatter me," Jiang Lai said modestly.

The other person's Mandarin sounded a bit rusty, but at least it was passable.

Before long, Zhang Ziyi, Yang Ziqiong, and the rest of the group arrived.

Li An gave a brief introduction to the upcoming filming schedule.

The scenes in the capital mainly consist of indoor scenes in the Prince's Mansion, as well as some outdoor city scenes. After filming a portion of the scenes, the crew will move to places like Huangshan and Shunan Bamboo Sea.

Everyone said it was no problem.

In reality, the scene transition had nothing to do with Jiang Lai, but he still planned to go and take a look.

As the meeting was drawing to a close, Li An brought up the casting of Cai Xiangmei, something Jiang Lai had almost forgotten about.

That afternoon in the training room, Li An, along with Yuan Baye and Zhang Jin, conducted the final assessment of Li Bingbing and Zhang Jingchu.

Jiang Lai was also watching from the side.

The two entered one after the other. Li An first tested their martial arts skills, and then tested their understanding of the characters they portrayed.

After the meeting, he asked the two to wait in the conference room. He discussed the matter with Eighth Master and Zhang Jin for a long time and finally made a decision, awarding them the roles.

It's Zhang Jingchu.

Li An's reasoning was simple: "There was something in her eyes, very quiet, but very firm, which matched the character's temperament."

Li An made the decision, but Jiang Lai was the bad guy who announced the news—after all, he was the boss.

Upon hearing the result, Li Bingbing's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Jingchu." She smiled and hugged Zhang Jingchu.

"Thank you, Sister Bingbing." Zhang Jingchu smiled faintly.

Jiang Lai stood aside, watching this scene, and sighed inwardly.

He walked up to Li Bingbing and said, "Bingbing, come out with me for a moment."

The two walked to the end of the corridor, and Jiang Lai said carefully, "I'm sorry, Bingbing, I've made you work so hard for two months for nothing."

"It's alright, Mr. Jiang, it's just that I didn't try hard enough."

Li Bingbing forced a smile, still feeling a little resentful. Anyone who practiced martial arts day and night for two months would feel this way, but she didn't feel any resentment towards Zhang Jingchu.

Jiang Lai thought about it and realized that just offering verbal comfort wouldn't do much good, so he took out his phone and called Wang Jinghua.

"Hey, Sister Hua, the production team has given us the results. Bingbing didn't get it. You can't let her work go to waste. Go ask Li Ying for 50,000 yuan from me as compensation. Okay..."

As Li Bingbing listened, her eyes suddenly reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Lai was stunned by this scene. "Why are you crying? People will think I'm bullying you."

Li Bingbing wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and forced a smile. "No, I'm just too touched."

Jiang Lai's lips twitched.

I'd heard in my past life that this girl was a crybaby, but I never imagined she actually cried so easily.

"Alright, stop crying. Keep up the good work. Well, I'm off now."

Jiang Lai patted her on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Li Bingbing stood in the corridor, tears still streaming down her face.

She wasn't acting; she recalled the hardships she faced when she first entered the industry, the repeated rejections she received when applying to different roles, and the days when she had to humble herself to get a part.

This is the first time someone has remembered to compensate her after she lost the election.

It's not charity, it's respect.

She took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, straightened her back, and walked back to the conference room.

......

The first scene filmed in the capital was Yu Xiulian delivering a sword to the Prince's mansion.

Yang Ziqiong, dressed in a plain-colored robe and carrying a sword box, followed the steward of the Prince's mansion to the study.

"The Prince said to put it in this room," the steward said, leading the way.

Yang Ziqiong nodded and smiled.

The scene shifts to a woman in a qipao standing in the study; it is Zhang Ziyi.

The butler paused for a moment in surprise and asked, "And you are?"

Zhang Ziyi turned around, her face was painted deathly pale, but her lips were very red, making her look awkward. Her cheongsam was printed with distant mountains and forests, and she had a large red flower on her head.

"I am a guest of your household today, a young lady from the Yu family."

The butler stepped forward. "This is the Prince's study, young lady..."

"I feel dizzy from all the crowds outside, and I want to find a quiet place to get some fresh air."

As Zhang Ziyi spoke, the expression on his face was indescribably strange.

"This humble servant is Delu, the steward of the Iron Mansion." The steward pointed to Yang Ziqiong behind him, "This gentleman is also a guest of the Prince."

Yang Ziqiong stepped forward and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Cut, take a break, we'll do another take later," Li An called out.

Jiang Lai ran up to Ye Jintian and asked, "Brother Tian, ​​why does the makeup and styling you designed for Zhang Ziyi look so awkward?"

Ye Jintian crossed his legs smugly. "That's the right way to be awkward. I did it on purpose."

"Intentionally making someone look ugly?"

"Hey, you bastard."

Ye Jintian shook his head and smiled, pointing to Zhang Ziyi in the distance, "Look at her clothes, they have landscape paintings printed on them, which is an indication that she longs for the freedom of the martial arts world."

Jiang Lai nodded. "Brother Tian, ​​you're right, but I'm talking about the makeup. His face looks like it's been plastered with putty."

Ye Jintian originally wanted to have a good talk with Jiang Lai about the symbolic meaning and the dramatic aspects of it.

But then he thought about it again and realized he was too lazy to explain to this guy. He guessed that the guy just wanted to make his girlfriend look better, so he just said that.

"Back then, all Manchu women were like this."