He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

The next two weeks.

Ye Mo's schedule has become three pieces pieced together.

At six o'clock in the morning in the dressing room, Ah Ling kept pressing her powder puff on his face for longer and longer periods of time.

My dark circles have turned from light gray to dark brown, and even with two layers of foundation, the base color is still showing through.

This morning, we were filming an interrogation scene for "Infernal Affairs" in Tseung Kwan O.

I rushed to Yuen Long at 3 pm to film the action scenes for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

After 10 p.m., I went to another film set to make a cameo appearance in a night scene.

After finishing work and returning to the hotel, he fell asleep several times while sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his shoes.

Shoes half off, body slumped against the headboard, script spread out on chest, lamp on until dawn.

One morning when Zhang Yuan came to deliver the notice, she found him sleeping in that crooked position all night.

She placed the notice on the bedside table, turned off the desk lamp, and closed the door.

He didn't say anything.

She knew that nothing she said would make a difference.

This young man isn't just working hard, he's burning through it.

That day.

Kwan O, on the set of "Infernal Affairs".

Ye Mo sat on a lounge chair and flipped through the script for the next scene.

His fingers pressed on the bottom of the page, his knuckles trembling slightly.

It's not tension, it's exhaustion.

Andy Lau walked over from the opposite side and placed a cup of hot milk tea in front of him.

The cup lid still has the words "Brother Hua" written on it.

But this time it wasn't Ye Mo who bought it—it was Hua Ge who bought it himself.

"Xiao Ye, you could film today without makeup, but your dark circles are even heavier than the prop makeup. Take a day off and tell Director Liu to postpone your scenes."

Ye Mo raised his head.

"No need. This scene is Chen Yongren's first time back at the police station after being suspected by Han Chen. His mental state matches perfectly—exhausted, tense, and distrustful of everyone. Filming it now would be more accurate than if I had rested properly."

Andy Lau sat down opposite him, inserted a straw into the milk tea cup, and pushed it to his side.

"Do you know when was the last time I saw someone filming like this?"

"When?"

"Many years ago, when Uncle Jackie was filming 'Police Story,' he had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius. He got a painkiller injection but continued to jump. I said that he would get into trouble if he did that, and he said that if he did, it would be the character's fate."

Ren Dahua walked over with his cold coffee, stood next to Ye Mo, and glanced down at the script in Ye Mo's hand.

Ye Mo's fingers were still trembling.

"Xiao Ye, your hand—"

"It's nothing, I was suspended by wires yesterday, it'll be fine in a couple of days."

"Wire work—is that what they did in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'? Aren't you the villain? The villain has more wire work than the protagonist?"

"That's the final villain who was defeated. He dominated the main character in all the fight scenes before, so wire work was a regular occurrence."

Ye Mo withdrew his fingers and warmed the milk tea cup in his hand.

"They're almost done filming over there, just a few more days and it'll be over."

Zeng Zhiwei placed the iced lemon tea on the table, and the ice cubes clattered in the cup.

"You're not acting, you're burning yourself out. We old guys have all seen people risk their lives, but risking your life and dying are two different things. Your dark circles are practically drooping down to your chin."

Lin Jiadong poked his head out from the side: "Ye Mo, when was the last time you slept for six hours straight?"

Ye Mo thought for a moment.

"Last week, no—the week before last, I can't remember."

"That's the problem." Lin Jiadong closed the script. "Even you can't remember it."

"As long as we don't die, we'll fight to the death."

Ye Mo picked up the milk tea and took a sip.

"Thank you, Brother Hua, for the milk tea. It tastes better than the one I buy myself."

Andy Lau did not respond.

He looked at Ye Mo and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Ren Dahua.

Ren Dahua also looked at him.

Two veteran actors who had spent half their lives on film sets exchanged a glance—not one of worry, not one of blame.

It's that kind of silence that says, "We were like that when we were young."

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Ren Dahua placed the cold coffee on the prop box and patted Ye Mo on the shoulder.

"The younger generation is to be feared" is followed by four more words—"the future is long." You only remembered the first part and forgot the second.

Just then, a commotion arose at the door.

"Senior brother—senior brother, I'm here—"

Wang Zulan's signature voice rolled down the corridor, and he himself rolled in along with the sound.

He was wearing a bright yellow T-shirt and carrying two large bags of iced lemon tea.

There was another person following behind him—Wang Baoqiang.

Wearing a military green jacket, his skin was several shades darker, and he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth; his eyes were curved into slits.

As the two stood at the entrance of the lounge, Ye Mo nearly choked on his milk tea.

"Zulan? Baoqiang? What brings you here?"

"Visiting the set!"

Wang Zulan put the iced lemon tea on the table and turned to see Zeng Zhiwei.

His playful smile instantly switched to respectful mode, and he bowed respectfully.

"Senior brother, I've come to see you."

Zeng Zhiwei held up the iced lemon tea and fanned himself with it.

"Look at me or him—you called out to Ye Mo the first thing you did when you came in."

"I called out to Ye Mo first because he's become so popular lately, and I'm happy for him. I can see that my senior brother is sincere; look, I even brought tea."

"The tea is for Ye Mo, and I'll have a cup too."

"Senior brother, you're being too polite—" Wang Zulan said with a grin as he leaned closer.

She sat down next to him and began whispering to him in the tone only brothers in the same school would use.

As soon as Wang Baoqiang entered, he saw Andy Lau.

He was stunned for a moment.

Then he did something that no one expected.

He stood up straight, placed his hands on the seams of his trousers, and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

"Hello, Brother Wah! It's been so long since we last saw each other after 'A World Without Thieves.' You've always been my idol!"

His tone carried a straightforward sincerity that transcended the occasion.

There were no small talk or pleasantries.

Andy Lau stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with him.

"Long time no see. I also watched your 'Soldiers Sortie,' Xu Sanduo was very good, and 'Mr. Tree' was even better."

He never imagined that this minor supporting role would become a top star in the film industry today.

Wang Baoqiang's eyes lit up.

It wasn't the excitement of being praised by an idol, but the surprise of "He actually watched my show."

He grinned, then turned and saw Ren Dahua and Lin Jiadong, bowing again: "Greetings, seniors!"

He was like a string of firecrackers that kept exploding after being lit, blasting one after another.

The entire lounge was filled with excitement as he bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

Andy Lau couldn't help but turn to look at Ye Mo and whisper, "He wasn't like this when he acted in 'Mr. Tree'."

Ye Mo put down the milk tea. "Mr. Tree is an actor; Xu Sanduo is the real him."

He is sincere and approachable.

Based on his popularity, he was more popular than most people at the scene.

But all he saw was the respect a junior should have for his senior.

After whispering with Zeng Zhiwei, Wang Zulan came over with a glass of iced lemon tea.

The three of them finally found a corner where they could talk.

Wang Baoqiang had Ye Mo on his left and Wang Zulan on his right, and the three of them leaned against the wall.

"Ye Mo, I'm not bragging," Wang Baoqiang leaned closer. "I've watched your Feng Yuxiu several times. Every time I watched, I wondered—if I were to play this role, could I portray that kind of madness? I thought about it for a long time, and I feel like I'm your shadow."

One sentence almost made Ye Mo spit out his tea.

He really wanted to say, "Sorry, Brother Baoqiang, I've taken over your role."

"By the way—what were you talking about just now?" Wang Baoqiang asked, referring to what they had been saying before they arrived.

"Hua Ge and the others are trying to persuade him to rest." Wang Zulan pointed at Ye Mo's face, "His dark circles are almost down to his chin."

"You weren't in this state when we filmed Running Man last time." Wang Baoqiang shook his head. "Brother, you can't be this reckless when you're young."

Ye Mo put down the milk tea and changed the subject.

"You two didn't come here just to visit me on set, did you? Zulan can tell her senior is sincere. Baoqiang, what about you?"

Wang Baoqiang grinned.

"I came to Hong Kong to see my brother Chen Sicheng. He's currently preparing for his new movie here and asked me to come and have a chat."

"I just heard that you were filming in Hong Kong, so I told Cho-lan that I would come to see you. I haven't seen you since the last Running Man recording, and I miss you."

"Chen Sicheng?" Ye Mo's eyebrows twitched. "His new film as director?"

"Yes, he directed and starred in it himself, and he wrote the script himself."

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P.S.: I'll spoil you guys!