Chapter 59: Qinghuan, Don’t Be Sad! I’m Here with You! 1

Chapter 59: Qinghuan, Don’t Be Sad! I’m Here with You! (1)

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

The second last scene of Yu Qinghuan was shot in the afternoon the next day.

Fang Zhongxi still didn’t look very well, but he tried to hold it through. Liu Jia’an replayed that scene in the monitor and found 0 claw, so he let it pass, no NG.

Till now, there was only one scene in the movie The Line of Life and Death for Yu Qinghuan.

“Qinghuan, you stay.” Liu Jia’an moved his eyes from the screen to Yu Qinghuan, smiling, “Strike while the iron is hot. I want to shoot your last scene later. What do you say?”

“No problem.” Yu Qinghuan nodded, “I’m already fully prepared.”

Liu Jia’an laughed on hearing that, “Great! Then go get changed now.” then he turned to the prop crew, “are the plasma and gun prepared? Check it out for one last time.”

Liu Jian’an always made perfection more perfect.

No appropriate script?! No shooting!

No good casting? No shooting!

No appropriate costumes and production group? Still no shooting!

Even the props had to be true to life. The gun they were gonna use was a genuine one, but with no bullet in it.

“Qinghuan, come,” taking advantage that Liu Jia’an was busy with something else, Yu Xin sneaked in and pulled Yu Qinghuan to one side, took out two warm pastes, “later you’ll have to lie on the ground for a long time. Stick this on your waist, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“It’s OK,” Yu Qinghuan shook his head, didn’t take them, “It’s not very cold today. I can make it.”

The lens is the world's most clear foe-light mirror, on the big screen, if there is a slightly inappropriate place on the body, will be infinitely magnified. Though the warm pastes are light and small, but Yu Qinghuan only wore a thin white gown. If the shape of the warm pastes showed or they made his waist swollen, it wouldn’t pass.

“You are really a one-track mind!” Yu Xin couldn’t persuade him, so he could only put them away.

Yu Qinghuan looked free and easy, but actually he was a very responsible person. Any job he got, be it big or small, he’d finish it with all his heart, not even a bit of discount.

Let’s talk about the warm pastes alone. Actually he saw that even Zhao Qinghuan had a few on his body. Liu Jia’an just turned a blind eye to it. But as stubborn as Yu Qinghuan was, he refused to use it no matter what.

Ordinarily speaking, such celebrities would win the broker’s favor. But Yu Xin and Yu Qinghuan were not just working relationship, they were also good friends.

In such a cold winter, Yu Qinghuan shot his scene only wearing a thin shirt. How could Yu Xin bear to see it? If possible, he’d rather take his place. Anyway he got a thick layer of fat which could keep out the cold anyway.

Yu Xin heaved a long sigh again. His heart was bleeding on seeing Yu Qinghuan who was still losing no time to look at the script.

No young people in his early twenties didn’t like hanging out and enjoying his time. But this guy was an exception. He was so self-disciplined. When he was free, he’d either read books or try to improve his acting skills facing the camera. He even had no time to update his Weibo.

The only chance to see him become a bit lively was when he was with Zhao Qingyuan.

So even the gossip between him and Zhao Qingyuan never stopped, Yu Xin didn’t prevent them hanging out together. He was only hoping that Qinghuan could be more open under Zhao Qingyuan’s influence.

While Yu Xin was still pondering, they already started site-clearing. On seeing that, Yu Qinghuan took off the down jacket and handed it to Yu Xin. After tidying up his costume, Yu Qinghuan walked to the site.

“Qinghuan,” Liu Jia’an came over to explain the scene, “The key point of this scene is your eyes. Later I’m gonna give you a close-up. You have to express that kind of fear and despair at death’s door.”

After a pause, seeing Yu Qinghuan nod, he continued, “But that’s not enough. Ye Sheng dies in order to save a little girl. So you still have to show that kind of joy even death can not overwhelm.”

“I got it.” Yu Qinghuan nodded as if absorbed in thought. He didn’t ask Liu Jia’an to start right away, but said instead, “Let me think about how to express it first.”

“OK.”