So he inexplicably accompanied Luo Ding into the set.
Although Duan Xiubo didn't have a pass, with his face, not a single security guard dared to stop him, all smiling and letting him in.
His arrival caused some commotion within the crew. No one knew why Duan Xiubo had come to the TV drama set. Luo Ding and he walked side by side, two outstanding men, one gentle and one handsome, very pleasing to the eye.
Luo Ding also just found out that Duan Xiubo's new film, "Crouching Dragon," was also filmed at the film and television city. The news of "Crouching Dragon" had been hotly discussed before Cao Dingkun's death. A martial arts film where the leading actors and actresses collaborated was a rare sight, and the lineup alone was one of the most significant in recent years. Xu Zhen even delayed the shooting schedule of "The Assassin" for three months because he was worried about competition. It was evident how significant "Crouching Dragon" was.
As a potential winner of the upcoming Spring Festival box office, Duan Xiubo was undoubtedly the focus of attention even among the stars at the film and television city. Some artists in the crew stood at a distance, cautiously observing the interaction between Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo, with a nervous look as if they wanted to greet but didn't dare to approach.
Duan Xiubo smiled throughout, occasionally nodding to the staff who greeted him cautiously. This amiable attitude was well received, and Luo Ding faintly heard some scattered compliments.
Luo Ding lowered his gaze, unable to help but sigh in admiration. There were many pretentious people in the industry, but those who were genuinely modest were rare. Duan Xiubo was only about thirty years old now, and he understood human affairs so well. Back when he was in his twenties, he had even been harassed by paparazzi and had his face blackened. Those photos of him with a blackened face had been repeatedly printed in the opponent's magazines several times as rare evidence. He had learned from these lessons and gradually matured into the smooth and well-connected veteran he was today. However, over the years, Duan Xiubo had never heard of any major setbacks, which indicated that his approach to dealing with people had been learned from an early age. Therefore, there had long been rumors in the industry about his extraordinary background, but no one had ever received definite information.
This gossip flashed through Luo Ding's mind and quickly disappeared, as it had nothing to do with him anyway.
As Duan Xiubo spoke softly, he occasionally glanced at Luo Ding.
The slender young man in the morning light smiled quietly, listening attentively to him talk about the movie, occasionally agreeing. His features were refined and three-dimensional. Looking down from above, his dense eyelashes almost covered his entire eyes. His fair skin had a slightly sickly pale tint, unusual for someone who rarely saw the sun. His well-defined lips had a pink hue, naturally curved with a slight upward arc, a hint of innocence that Duan Xiubo had never seen on Luo Ding before.
Duan Xiubo was momentarily stunned, but before he could speak, he suddenly heard someone call his name.
Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Zheng Kezhen standing not far away, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Director Zheng." Because Zheng Kezhen had a good relationship with Gong Liangguang, Duan Xiubo was also somewhat familiar with him. His attitude was still casual. "Good morning. I met Luo Ding at the door and came in to check things out."
Zheng Kezhen glanced at him and then at Luo Ding, somewhat puzzled.
He couldn't understand the meaning behind Duan Xiubo's words. After all, as far as he knew, these two had only recently met at Gong Liangguang's banquet. Luo Ding wasn't someone who warmed up quickly, and Duan Xiubo didn't seem so easy to approach on the surface. How could they be so close as to appear together at the set without him knowing the circumstances?
Zheng Kezhen was aware of Luo Ding's popularity. It was rare for a completely unknown newcomer to gain the favor of almost all the staff after entering the crew. However, he really didn't expect Luo Ding's popularity to be so extensive as to include Duan Xiubo in his circle.
"... Welcome." He smiled awkwardly at Duan Xiubo, then glanced at Luo Ding and finally walked up to pat his shoulder. "Don't take the online comments seriously. Who hasn't been through that? Criticism and praise go hand in hand. Besides, with your talent, you don't need to worry about those trivial things. When the TV series airs, everything will become clear."
Luo Ding smiled faintly. "I know."
"Okay then, go change." Zheng Kezhen nodded, finally feeling relieved. Although Luo Ding had been in the industry for a few years, he had no fame, controversy, or experience, so he was still essentially a newcomer in his eyes. In the entertainment industry, if you wanted to make a name for yourself, you had to have some psychological endurance. No matter how loud the applause, there would always be those who booed. People subconsciously paid attention to those dissenting opinions, and that was unavoidable. The only thing that could be influenced was one's own attitude.
Luo Ding's attitude, neither leaning towards nor against, was just right, making it exceptionally rare.
He turned to Duan Xiubo. "Only crew members are allowed in the backstage makeup room."
Zheng Kezhen was always serious and straightforward, sticking to the rules without any ambiguity. Fortunately, Duan Xiubo knew the attitude of these veteran artists well, and he didn't mind. Seeing that Zheng Kezhen didn't speak up, Luo Ding didn't want to play the villain either. He smiled at Duan Xiubo and went straight to the makeup room.
The extras were required to be on set by ten o'clock. With so many people involved, the expenses just for their salaries were considerable. So, on the first day of their arrival at the film and television city, they had to shoot one of the most grand scenes in the entire drama—Li Shimin's departure from Chang'an.
Fuzhu was another protagonist in this scene besides Li Shimin and a few fierce generals. Luo Ding's burden today was heavy. The work of thousands of people was all to highlight these main characters, and the impact of each NG was significant.
Including him, several lead actors seemed a bit nervous. Wu Yuan came to the dressing room midway to say a few words to him, still not daring to take off his armor. After a while of psychological preparation, he went to memorize his lines.
The makeup artist vigorously applied powder to Luo Ding's face, making his complexion look as pale as possible. During this period, Fuzhu had already passed his internal struggle phase and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to the righteousness, evident in his visibly haggard appearance.
War blades, armor, banners, and horses. Professional extras donned heavy armor and stood under the city wall. The wind fluttered the huge flags, creating a breathtaking scene that was difficult to describe in words.
Duan Xiubo was invited into the filming team, feeling somewhat impressed by Zheng Kezhen's meticulous attention to detail. Such a grand spectacle for just a few scenes was something few TV drama directors were willing to invest in at a loss. Only people like Zheng Kezhen, who were extremely meticulous about every detail, could be considered true artists.
This time, the stills were being taken together with the scenes. The number of instruments set up around was simply staggering. Zheng Kezhen was directing the staff loudly, bustling around. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, and someone shouted, "They're here! They're here!"
The lead actors had arrived. Duan Xiubo suddenly turned around.
The crowd that had been blocking the entrance dispersed like birds, and the stars walked in, accompanied by a few fully dressed actors.
Without paying attention to Wu Yuan's majestic appearance or the solemn expressions of the actors playing generals, Duan Xiubo's gaze was immediately drawn to Luo Ding, who was walking at the back.
Luo Ding wore a wig that wasn't exaggerated in terms of hairline. His hair was not tied up in a crown but naturally spread out, accentuating his delicate, pale face even more. He wore a white robe with few visible patterns, open at the front and somewhat loose and lazy in style. The hem of the robe seemed intentionally cut, shorter in the front and longer in the back, just reaching his feet in the front and trailing behind him in the back.
With the strong wind on the city wall, his slender figure stood against the wind, his hair flying freely. The oversized sleeves and hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, giving him a sense of ethereal charm.
But that was just at first glance; the form was like a god, but the substance was not.
Duan Xiubo stared at him with some interest for a while, then leaned back in his chair with a slightly disappointed feeling in his heart.
However, the feeling of disappointment only lasted for a moment. He and Luo Ding had become friends until now, not because of each other's acting skills.
"We'll have to take some stills later!" Zheng Kezhen shouted loudly to the lead actors. After this set, once the post-production was complete, the stills could be officially released.
Luo Ding and Wu Yuan exchanged a glance and nodded to Zheng Kezhen at the same time.
Zheng Kezhen took two steps back, sat back at the monitor, adjusted the position, and gave a serious gesture to the assistant director. Under the city wall, all the extras were in position.
"3... 2... 1... action!"
Outside the filming frame, Luo Ding took a deep breath, loosened his clenched fists, and slowly opened his eyes, immediately emanating a vacant and ethereal aura.
The sudden change in demeanor stunned Duan Xiubo, who was still a bit lazy. He stared at the white-clothed youth in the crowd who showed no emotion or body language but exuded a message of exhaustion from head to toe, furrowing his brow with curiosity and doubt.
So he inexplicably accompanied Luo Ding into the set.
Although Duan Xiubo didn't have a pass, with his face, not a single security guard dared to stop him, all smiling and letting him in.
His arrival caused some commotion within the crew. No one knew why Duan Xiubo had come to the TV drama set. Luo Ding and he walked side by side, two outstanding men, one gentle and one handsome, very pleasing to the eye.
Luo Ding also just found out that Duan Xiubo's new film, "Crouching Dragon," was also filmed at the film and television city. The news of "Crouching Dragon" had been hotly discussed before Cao Dingkun's death. A martial arts film where the leading actors and actresses collaborated was a rare sight, and the lineup alone was one of the most significant in recent years. Xu Zhen even delayed the shooting schedule of "The Assassin" for three months because he was worried about competition. It was evident how significant "Crouching Dragon" was.
As a potential winner of the upcoming Spring Festival box office, Duan Xiubo was undoubtedly the focus of attention even among the stars at the film and television city. Some artists in the crew stood at a distance, cautiously observing the interaction between Luo Ding and Duan Xiubo, with a nervous look as if they wanted to greet but didn't dare to approach.
Duan Xiubo smiled throughout, occasionally nodding to the staff who greeted him cautiously. This amiable attitude was well received, and Luo Ding faintly heard some scattered compliments.
Luo Ding lowered his gaze, unable to help but sigh in admiration. There were many pretentious people in the industry, but those who were genuinely modest were rare. Duan Xiubo was only about thirty years old now, and he understood human affairs so well. Back when he was in his twenties, he had even been harassed by paparazzi and had his face blackened. Those photos of him with a blackened face had been repeatedly printed in the opponent's magazines several times as rare evidence. He had learned from these lessons and gradually matured into the smooth and well-connected veteran he was today. However, over the years, Duan Xiubo had never heard of any major setbacks, which indicated that his approach to dealing with people had been learned from an early age. Therefore, there had long been rumors in the industry about his extraordinary background, but no one had ever received definite information.
This gossip flashed through Luo Ding's mind and quickly disappeared, as it had nothing to do with him anyway.
As Duan Xiubo spoke softly, he occasionally glanced at Luo Ding.
The slender young man in the morning light smiled quietly, listening attentively to him talk about the movie, occasionally agreeing. His features were refined and three-dimensional. Looking down from above, his dense eyelashes almost covered his entire eyes. His fair skin had a slightly sickly pale tint, unusual for someone who rarely saw the sun. His well-defined lips had a pink hue, naturally curved with a slight upward arc, a hint of innocence that Duan Xiubo had never seen on Luo Ding before.
Duan Xiubo was momentarily stunned, but before he could speak, he suddenly heard someone call his name.
Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Zheng Kezhen standing not far away, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Director Zheng." Because Zheng Kezhen had a good relationship with Gong Liangguang, Duan Xiubo was also somewhat familiar with him. His attitude was still casual. "Good morning. I met Luo Ding at the door and came in to check things out."
Zheng Kezhen glanced at him and then at Luo Ding, somewhat puzzled.
He couldn't understand the meaning behind Duan Xiubo's words. After all, as far as he knew, these two had only recently met at Gong Liangguang's banquet. Luo Ding wasn't someone who warmed up quickly, and Duan Xiubo didn't seem so easy to approach on the surface. How could they be so close as to appear together at the set without him knowing the circumstances?
Zheng Kezhen was aware of Luo Ding's popularity. It was rare for a completely unknown newcomer to gain the favor of almost all the staff after entering the crew. However, he really didn't expect Luo Ding's popularity to be so extensive as to include Duan Xiubo in his circle.
"... Welcome." He smiled awkwardly at Duan Xiubo, then glanced at Luo Ding and finally walked up to pat his shoulder. "Don't take the online comments seriously. Who hasn't been through that? Criticism and praise go hand in hand. Besides, with your talent, you don't need to worry about those trivial things. When the TV series airs, everything will become clear."
Luo Ding smiled faintly. "I know."
"Okay then, go change." Zheng Kezhen nodded, finally feeling relieved. Although Luo Ding had been in the industry for a few years, he had no fame, controversy, or experience, so he was still essentially a newcomer in his eyes. In the entertainment industry, if you wanted to make a name for yourself, you had to have some psychological endurance. No matter how loud the applause, there would always be those who booed. People subconsciously paid attention to those dissenting opinions, and that was unavoidable. The only thing that could be influenced was one's own attitude.
Luo Ding's attitude, neither leaning towards nor against, was just right, making it exceptionally rare.
He turned to Duan Xiubo. "Only crew members are allowed in the backstage makeup room."
Zheng Kezhen was always serious and straightforward, sticking to the rules without any ambiguity. Fortunately, Duan Xiubo knew the attitude of these veteran artists well, and he didn't mind. Seeing that Zheng Kezhen didn't speak up, Luo Ding didn't want to play the villain either. He smiled at Duan Xiubo and went straight to the makeup room.
The extras were required to be on set by ten o'clock. With so many people involved, the expenses just for their salaries were considerable. So, on the first day of their arrival at the film and television city, they had to shoot one of the most grand scenes in the entire drama—Li Shimin's departure from Chang'an.
Fuzhu was another protagonist in this scene besides Li Shimin and a few fierce generals. Luo Ding's burden today was heavy. The work of thousands of people was all to highlight these main characters, and the impact of each NG was significant.
Including him, several lead actors seemed a bit nervous. Wu Yuan came to the dressing room midway to say a few words to him, still not daring to take off his armor. After a while of psychological preparation, he went to memorize his lines.
The makeup artist vigorously applied powder to Luo Ding's face, making his complexion look as pale as possible. During this period, Fuzhu had already passed his internal struggle phase and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to the righteousness, evident in his visibly haggard appearance.
War blades, armor, banners, and horses. Professional extras donned heavy armor and stood under the city wall. The wind fluttered the huge flags, creating a breathtaking scene that was difficult to describe in words.
Duan Xiubo was invited into the filming team, feeling somewhat impressed by Zheng Kezhen's meticulous attention to detail. Such a grand spectacle for just a few scenes was something few TV drama directors were willing to invest in at a loss. Only people like Zheng Kezhen, who were extremely meticulous about every detail, could be considered true artists.
This time, the stills were being taken together with the scenes. The number of instruments set up around was simply staggering. Zheng Kezhen was directing the staff loudly, bustling around. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, and someone shouted, "They're here! They're here!"
The lead actors had arrived. Duan Xiubo suddenly turned around.
The crowd that had been blocking the entrance dispersed like birds, and the stars walked in, accompanied by a few fully dressed actors.
Without paying attention to Wu Yuan's majestic appearance or the solemn expressions of the actors playing generals, Duan Xiubo's gaze was immediately drawn to Luo Ding, who was walking at the back.
Luo Ding wore a wig that wasn't exaggerated in terms of hairline. His hair was not tied up in a crown but naturally spread out, accentuating his delicate, pale face even more. He wore a white robe with few visible patterns, open at the front and somewhat loose and lazy in style. The hem of the robe seemed intentionally cut, shorter in the front and longer in the back, just reaching his feet in the front and trailing behind him in the back.
With the strong wind on the city wall, his slender figure stood against the wind, his hair flying freely. The oversized sleeves and hem of the robe fluttered in the wind, giving him a sense of ethereal charm.
But that was just at first glance; the form was like a god, but the substance was not.
Duan Xiubo stared at him with some interest for a while, then leaned back in his chair with a slightly disappointed feeling in his heart.
However, the feeling of disappointment only lasted for a moment. He and Luo Ding had become friends until now, not because of each other's acting skills.
"We'll have to take some stills later!" Zheng Kezhen shouted loudly to the lead actors. After this set, once the post-production was complete, the stills could be officially released.
Luo Ding and Wu Yuan exchanged a glance and nodded to Zheng Kezhen at the same time.
Zheng Kezhen took two steps back, sat back at the monitor, adjusted the position, and gave a serious gesture to the assistant director. Under the city wall, all the extras were in position.
"3... 2... 1... action!"
Outside the filming frame, Luo Ding took a deep breath, loosened his clenched fists, and slowly opened his eyes, immediately emanating a vacant and ethereal aura.
The sudden change in demeanor stunned Duan Xiubo, who was still a bit lazy. He stared at the white-clothed youth in the crowd who showed no emotion or body language but exuded a message of exhaustion from head to toe, furrowing his brow with curiosity and doubt.
