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Two weeks later. Ningxia Zhenbeibao Western Film City.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the rough earthen city walls exuded a rugged and desolate atmosphere.

The film crew of "A Chinese Odyssey" has officially started filming.

Inside the makeup studio, Lin Yan looked at herself in the mirror.

He was wearing a tattered burlap gown, with a rope haphazardly tied around his waist. His hair was a mess, and his face was smeared with dirt.

His originally stunningly handsome face was completely overshadowed by this outfit, giving him a naturally comical, thuggish look.

Zhang Dagang lifted the curtain and walked in, looking at Lin Yan's appearance and nodding in satisfaction.

But he was still very uneasy inside.

The styling is easy to do, but can a billionaire CEO really pull off that unconventional, nonsensical vibe?

"All departments, prepare yourselves. Scene one: Supreme Treasure leads the bandits!"

Zhang Dagang raised a megaphone and shouted.

On the Loess Plateau, a few dozen extras dressed as bandits stood scattered about.

The camera's red light comes on.

Lin Yan swaggered out from behind the earthen slope, carrying a broken axe in his hand.

He deliberately hunched his back and walked with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly and turned to stare intently at the blind man beside him.

"What are you doing?!"

Lin Yan strained his voice, which cracked dramatically.

The extra was startled by the shout and almost forgot his lines. He stammered as he read from the script, "Boss, I... I didn't do anything."

"Why are you blinking if you didn't do anything? Do you have a problem with me?!"

Lin Yan suddenly threw down the axe, put his hands on his hips, his entire face contorted in an exaggerated way, jumped up and pointed at the other person, cursing loudly.

Zhang Dagang, behind the monitor, was stunned, and the entire crew was dumbfounded.

Zhang Dagang frantically rubbed his eyes behind the monitor. Was this really the same General Manager Lin? This exaggerated, wildly animated expression, this illogical thinking that was twenty years ahead of the industry—it was simply outrageous!

But as he watched, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up wildly, creating a powerful comedic tension.

"Cut!" Zhang Dagang called out to stop, quickly walked over, and his tone was somewhat uncertain.

"Mr. Lin, wasn't that part a bit too exaggerated?"

"That's exactly what I wanted—exaggeration." Lin Yan picked up the axe and dusted it off.

"The logic of this play is the opposite of logic. Lao Zhang, don't try to apply your academic theories to me, just follow my pace."

For the next week, the entire crew was turned into Lin Yan's personal talk show.

He taught the blind man how to roll his eyes, and he taught the second-in-command how to step on someone's crotch.

Those originally serious extras were almost driven insane by him.

Zhang Dagang went from initial skepticism to numbness, and finally became a fanatical and die-hard fan of the CP (couple pairing).

That afternoon, the main event arrived: Fairy Zixia made her appearance.

At the edge of the film set, a rented white horse was tied to an old tree trunk.

The door of the custom-made top-of-the-line van opened, and Shen Qingqiu stepped out, lifting her skirt.

The entire crew immediately held their breath.

Shen Qingqiu was dressed in a rough but brightly colored ancient costume.

The outer layer is white gauze, and the inner lining is an alternation of red and purple.

Her long hair was simply tied up, with only a plain wooden hairpin inserted diagonally, and she held a prop purple and green sword in her hand.

She didn't have the heavy makeup she usually wears on the red carpet; she only had extremely light foundation.

But that aloof and peerless face, paired with that slightly江湖-style ancient costume, actually brightened up the vast desert with its endless yellow sand.

She was aloof and solitary, yet miraculously possessed a touch of girlish vivacity.

"My goodness, it's so beautiful..." The cameraman behind the camera couldn't help but swallow hard.

Lin Yan walked over, looked his wife up and down, and snapped his fingers with great satisfaction.

"Wife, in this scene, you're leading the horse out of the reeds. The key is your eyes," Lin Yan whispered, explaining the scene.

"You need to project an image of someone who doesn't care about the whole world, only about finding the one they desire to draw their sword. Understand?"

Shen Qingqiu looked at the ridiculous man with the fake beard in front of her, a serious look flashing in her phoenix eyes, and nodded slightly.

Everyone to your positions, strike the clapper.

"Action!"

As the sun sets, golden sunlight spills across the reed beds like scattered gold dust.

Shen Qingqiu led the white horse out slowly. The wind blew up the hem of her clothes and her long hair. She was expressionless, but her cold eyes revealed a stubborn search.

The camera zooms in, right up to their face.

Lin Yan stood in a blind spot outside the camera's view, holding up a piece of cardboard with two large characters written on it in a flamboyant style: "Look at me."

Shen Qingqiu's gaze passed over the dark lens and landed precisely on Lin Yan's face.

Her originally cold and aloof gaze melted into a pool of spring water the moment it met Lin Yan's eyes.

"Zixia, raise your sword and point it at me. Smile and wink," Lin Yan instructed in a very low voice that only the two of them could hear.

Shen Qingqiu tilted her head slightly, a stunningly charming smile curving her lips.

She raised the Purple and Green Sword, holding it horizontally in front of her chest. Then, facing the camera, or rather, facing her Lin Yan.

With remarkable agility, he blinked his left eye gently.

That blink seemed to carry a powerful electric current that transcended time and space.

There was no trace of deliberate flirtation, only the innocent anticipation and cunning of a young girl facing love.

Zhang Dagang, behind the monitor, gasped sharply and slapped his thigh hard, making a crisp cracking sound.

"Amazing! Holy crap, that's incredible!"

Zhang Dagang was so excited that he was trembling all over, and his voice was shaky.

"This single glance will definitely be recorded in the history of Chinese-language cinema!"

There was an eerie silence on set for three seconds, then someone started cheering, followed by a thunderous applause that swept the entire crew off their feet.

Upon hearing the applause, Shen Qingqiu instantly composed herself, reverting to her usual aloof demeanor, though a faint blush rose to her ears.

She lifted her skirt and walked straight up to Lin Yan.

"How is it?"

Lin Yan reached out and tidied her temples, which had been ruffled by the strong wind. His eyes were so deep they could drown a person.

"I almost forgot what we were supposed to do next. You brought Zixia to life."

Shen Qingqiu's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes shone with a light that only he could understand.

She didn't actually play Zixia; she was just looking at her ideal man.

The subsequent filming progressed at an incredibly fast pace, as if it had been given a cheat code.

Lin Yan's performance was effortless; whether feigning madness or showing indifference when forced into a corner, she captured it all perfectly.

Shen Qingqiu perfectly embodies Zixia's stubbornness and deep affection.

The harsh winds and sands of the desert gradually wore away their urban labels, completely erasing this couple from the world of film.

A month later, the final scene of the passionate kiss on the city wall officially wrapped up filming.

The film immediately moved into the intense post-production editing stage.