Getting into character relied on such an opportunity.
The weather was not too good that day, with dark clouds looming over the city, complementing the fully armed soldiers under the city wall, creating a desolate atmosphere that permeated the earth and sky.
Fu Zhu gazed at the sky somewhat blankly. He had lost even the reason to live, just like the vast expanse of dark clouds, about to be scattered to who knows where. There was a moment of fleeting regret in his heart, like the sporadic patches of clouds passing by. He withdrew his gaze from the sky and focused it on the tall man in golden armor ahead.
His hand tightened slightly as he hesitated, glancing down at his sleeve. Before coming out, he had placed a short sword in the sleeve pocket. The sword was already unsheathed, but it had never drawn blood. From the first moment he wanted to kill Li Shimin until now, countless times he had wanted to take it out, but Fu Zhu had always hesitated.
The feeling of letting opportunities slip away was so complex that it was hard to describe.
Wu Yuan looked at the formation in front of him, still feeling a bit nervous, unable to fully mobilize his emotions. He walked forward steadily, taking a few steps according to the requirements of the script, then turned back to call Fu Zhu, who was lagging behind, to follow the footsteps of the team.
Then he met Luo Ding's eyes.
Before arriving at the film and television city, in the makeshift green room, he had already worked with Luo Ding more than once. From being shocked by the first portrayal of Fu Zhu by him to gradually getting used to it, he had developed some immunity to the empty eyes of the other party.
But this time's Fu Zhu was different from any other time.
Still exuding that ethereal temperament, the wind on the city wall made his clothes flutter and his long hair dance. The youth dressed only in black and white stood not far away, facing the morning light, gazing at him with an almost determined posture.
Wu Yuan suddenly paused in his mind, and his nervousness dissipated like mist.
He slowly immersed himself in a mysterious state, where the colors of the whole world faded away like receding tide, leaving only the black and white figure not far away, and a pair of eyes entangled with all his emotions.
Those eyes, as black as ever, but in the deep and bottomless abyss, mist began to rise for the first time.
As if they had been staring at each other for thousands of years, Li Shimin finally trembled slightly and regained his senses.
"...You..." He hesitated to utter a word, his expression suddenly softened a lot, and he extended a hand towards Fu Zhu's direction. "My dear, come here."
Fu Zhu didn't move. He kept his hands hanging at his sides and shook his head imperceptibly at Li Shimin.
But Li Shimin insisted on extending his hand, "Come. Come here and see the ten thousand elite soldiers of my Great Tang. I will lead them, take the waterway, capture the Goguryeo city, and reclaim the lost land of my Central Plains."
The empty look in Fu Zhu's eyes gradually changed with each word he uttered.
He moved, starting to approach Li Shimin step by step.
The endless army gradually came into view.
This was the territory of the Great Tang, the people of the Great Tang, and the soldiers of the Great Tang!
A wealthy country, a strong people, finally breaking free from the turmoil of the troubled times. His dynasty, his country, his home.
Fu Zhu, a rootless person, drifting like a floating duckweed in the world. Did this world need more people like him?
He trembled all over, as if his steps forward were blocked by the air, as if he was about to soar into the sky. Yet his eyes were shining, igniting a flame, the first time he had a sense of human existence.
Ignoring Li Shimin's outstretched hand, Fu Zhu walked straight to the edge of the city wall, overlooking the towering army under the city wall.
"Insolent!" Two generals beside Li Shimin, seeing him disregard everyone, grabbed their swords with sharp eyes.
Li Shimin's gaze was firmly fixed on Fu Zhu, noticing the slight difference in him from usual. But just as he wanted to explore further, he was interrupted by the loud shouts of the two men beside him. He frowned deeply, waved his hand to silence them.
But at this moment, Fu Zhu turned around. His beautiful eyes fixed on him: "Your Majesty, do you know what I'm thinking at this moment?"
Li Shimin was taken aback. "Oh?"
The hand hiding the knife in Fu Zhu's sleeve began to tremble slightly. He finally placed his arm behind his back, resolutely tearing apart all his beliefs that only he knew.
For the first time in his life, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiling, which stunned everyone, including Li Shimin.
"I only hope that, Your Majesty, with your triumph today, the Great Tang can enjoy eternal prosperity. That the people of this world can live without worries at all times, just like they do at this moment. Meeting a wise monarch like you in this life is already a great fortune for me. If Your Majesty can promise me these two requests, I will have no regrets in this life."
Li Shimin burst into laughter, "Not only that! I also want the people of this world to have books to read, and for the thieves and parasites to have no place to hide. The Great Tang will be passed down for generations, without the word 'chaos' ever again!"
Fu Zhu's smile faded slightly, but his eyes grew deeper.
He reached into the other side of his sleeve, took out three white cloth bags, and walked to Li Shimin's side, kneeling down almost reverently.
"Your Majesty, please remember what you said today."
Li Shimin was stunned by his solemn appearance. He subconsciously reached out to help him up, but stopped when he met Fu Zhu's watery eyes.
The sound of drums gradually rose, and the order to close the city gate spread from near to far like a beautiful song.
His clothes fluttered, his long hair danced, and he looked blankly at the sky, as ethereal as if he was about to fly away in the next moment. But his slender body was so firm, standing there motionless. There seemed to be a glimmer of water in his eyes, but the moment his eyelids closed, the scene became less vivid.
He had no regrets.
"Cut!"
This stop was called by Zheng Kezhen. The assistant director, who had been staring blankly next to the camera, woke up suddenly, hurriedly going about his own work.
This scene, prioritizing Luo Ding's close-up shots, was a success again.
Zheng Kezhen repeatedly checked the footage taken by the camera on the other side. The high-resolution lens captured the details and flaws of people the best, but due to focusing, Luo Ding in the frame appeared even more otherworldly. Standing on the city wall, he seemed lost in thought, his eyes containing tears as he watched the emperor leave, kneeling with devout sincerity in front of Li Shimin, and facing Li Shimin with a gaze that seemed to pierce through his soul. Every frame, every shot, seemed to emerge from a myriad of beautiful words.
The more Zheng Kezhen watched, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but pat Luo Ding's shoulder twice harshly. "Excellent! The expression and eyes are perfect! Later, we'll add another close-up shot of your eyes, and Ah Yuan will shoot two more scenes. Our three-day work might be finished today!"
Luo Ding was praised, but he didn't show any sign of being pleased. He just replied quietly, "I'm feeling relatively good today."
"When are you ever not feeling good?!" Zheng Kezhen picked out a few photos and pointed to the photographer, who immediately understood and went to adjust them. After doing all this, Zheng Kezhen turned back, sighed deeply, and lowered his voice to say to Luo Ding, "Don't doubt yourself, you're really good. I've been in this business for decades, seen countless people, but someone like you, a young person, is truly unprecedented." He thought for a moment, then repeated confidently, "Unprecedented."
Of course it's unprecedented. How many people can relive decades of life experience in their youthful bodies? Luo Ding's humility wasn't a facade; he genuinely didn't think he had much to be proud of. He had already used such a big cheat, so if he didn't excel a bit more, he would definitely be a complete failure in every aspect.
Seeing that Luo Ding just smiled without responding, Zheng Kezhen suddenly realized that his words might have offended him a bit, so he quickly changed the subject. Luo Ding's personality was too stable, and unlike most young people his age who liked to have fun, when Zheng Kezhen was with him, he would unconsciously adopt the mode of interaction he had with his peers. Sometimes, it even seemed that Luo Ding was more considerate.
After watching the results of the shoot in front of the monitor, Luo Ding made some suggestions on the changes to the close-up shots, and the two of them discussed them enthusiastically.
Duan Xiubo stared at Luo Ding, the flames in his eyes flickering, but he had no intention of retracting his gaze, which could be described as blatant.
From the first time they met until now, almost every time they met, Luo Ding would leave a deep impression on him in a special way. Impeccable singing voice, powerful dance moves... just when Duan Xiubo thought he already understood the other party enough, reality would remind him again and again that what he knew and saw was far from enough.
Duan Xiubo had always considered himself indifferent. There were very few things in life that could arouse his interest, and most people could be easily figured out by him after just a few interactions. For the first time in his life, someone had brought him such a fresh and flavorful feeling, like a thick slice of salmon dipped in mustard, sweet and cool, sliding down his throat, the spicy taste rushing up his nasal cavity. Even when tormented to the point of tears, the memory that flashed in his mind was still the sweet taste of that moment.
After a moment of excitement, he quietly restrained his almost unrestrained emotions.
Approaching the two who were talking quietly, Duan Xiubo remembered that Luo Ding didn't like close physical contact with people, so even though he got close, he still kept a slight distance.
"Three days of shooting done in one day, if the two extra days don't clash with others' schedules, wouldn't that leave us with plenty of time to rest?" Just as the two were getting into the conversation, they were interrupted and turned to stare at him.
Duan Xiubo looked at Luo Ding's eyes, filled with confusion, smiled slightly, and extended his right hand.
"Xiao Luo, interested in collaborating with me once?"
Getting into character relied on such an opportunity.
The weather was not too good that day, with dark clouds looming over the city, complementing the fully armed soldiers under the city wall, creating a desolate atmosphere that permeated the earth and sky.
Fu Zhu gazed at the sky somewhat blankly. He had lost even the reason to live, just like the vast expanse of dark clouds, about to be scattered to who knows where. There was a moment of fleeting regret in his heart, like the sporadic patches of clouds passing by. He withdrew his gaze from the sky and focused it on the tall man in golden armor ahead.
His hand tightened slightly as he hesitated, glancing down at his sleeve. Before coming out, he had placed a short sword in the sleeve pocket. The sword was already unsheathed, but it had never drawn blood. From the first moment he wanted to kill Li Shimin until now, countless times he had wanted to take it out, but Fu Zhu had always hesitated.
The feeling of letting opportunities slip away was so complex that it was hard to describe.
Wu Yuan looked at the formation in front of him, still feeling a bit nervous, unable to fully mobilize his emotions. He walked forward steadily, taking a few steps according to the requirements of the script, then turned back to call Fu Zhu, who was lagging behind, to follow the footsteps of the team.
Then he met Luo Ding's eyes.
Before arriving at the film and television city, in the makeshift green room, he had already worked with Luo Ding more than once. From being shocked by the first portrayal of Fu Zhu by him to gradually getting used to it, he had developed some immunity to the empty eyes of the other party.
But this time's Fu Zhu was different from any other time.
Still exuding that ethereal temperament, the wind on the city wall made his clothes flutter and his long hair dance. The youth dressed only in black and white stood not far away, facing the morning light, gazing at him with an almost determined posture.
Wu Yuan suddenly paused in his mind, and his nervousness dissipated like mist.
He slowly immersed himself in a mysterious state, where the colors of the whole world faded away like receding tide, leaving only the black and white figure not far away, and a pair of eyes entangled with all his emotions.
Those eyes, as black as ever, but in the deep and bottomless abyss, mist began to rise for the first time.
As if they had been staring at each other for thousands of years, Li Shimin finally trembled slightly and regained his senses.
"...You..." He hesitated to utter a word, his expression suddenly softened a lot, and he extended a hand towards Fu Zhu's direction. "My dear, come here."
Fu Zhu didn't move. He kept his hands hanging at his sides and shook his head imperceptibly at Li Shimin.
But Li Shimin insisted on extending his hand, "Come. Come here and see the ten thousand elite soldiers of my Great Tang. I will lead them, take the waterway, capture the Goguryeo city, and reclaim the lost land of my Central Plains."
The empty look in Fu Zhu's eyes gradually changed with each word he uttered.
He moved, starting to approach Li Shimin step by step.
The endless army gradually came into view.
This was the territory of the Great Tang, the people of the Great Tang, and the soldiers of the Great Tang!
A wealthy country, a strong people, finally breaking free from the turmoil of the troubled times. His dynasty, his country, his home.
Fu Zhu, a rootless person, drifting like a floating duckweed in the world. Did this world need more people like him?
He trembled all over, as if his steps forward were blocked by the air, as if he was about to soar into the sky. Yet his eyes were shining, igniting a flame, the first time he had a sense of human existence.
Ignoring Li Shimin's outstretched hand, Fu Zhu walked straight to the edge of the city wall, overlooking the towering army under the city wall.
"Insolent!" Two generals beside Li Shimin, seeing him disregard everyone, grabbed their swords with sharp eyes.
Li Shimin's gaze was firmly fixed on Fu Zhu, noticing the slight difference in him from usual. But just as he wanted to explore further, he was interrupted by the loud shouts of the two men beside him. He frowned deeply, waved his hand to silence them.
But at this moment, Fu Zhu turned around. His beautiful eyes fixed on him: "Your Majesty, do you know what I'm thinking at this moment?"
Li Shimin was taken aback. "Oh?"
The hand hiding the knife in Fu Zhu's sleeve began to tremble slightly. He finally placed his arm behind his back, resolutely tearing apart all his beliefs that only he knew.
For the first time in his life, he raised the corners of his mouth, smiling, which stunned everyone, including Li Shimin.
"I only hope that, Your Majesty, with your triumph today, the Great Tang can enjoy eternal prosperity. That the people of this world can live without worries at all times, just like they do at this moment. Meeting a wise monarch like you in this life is already a great fortune for me. If Your Majesty can promise me these two requests, I will have no regrets in this life."
Li Shimin burst into laughter, "Not only that! I also want the people of this world to have books to read, and for the thieves and parasites to have no place to hide. The Great Tang will be passed down for generations, without the word 'chaos' ever again!"
Fu Zhu's smile faded slightly, but his eyes grew deeper.
He reached into the other side of his sleeve, took out three white cloth bags, and walked to Li Shimin's side, kneeling down almost reverently.
"Your Majesty, please remember what you said today."
Li Shimin was stunned by his solemn appearance. He subconsciously reached out to help him up, but stopped when he met Fu Zhu's watery eyes.
The sound of drums gradually rose, and the order to close the city gate spread from near to far like a beautiful song.
His clothes fluttered, his long hair danced, and he looked blankly at the sky, as ethereal as if he was about to fly away in the next moment. But his slender body was so firm, standing there motionless. There seemed to be a glimmer of water in his eyes, but the moment his eyelids closed, the scene became less vivid.
He had no regrets.
"Cut!"
This stop was called by Zheng Kezhen. The assistant director, who had been staring blankly next to the camera, woke up suddenly, hurriedly going about his own work.
This scene, prioritizing Luo Ding's close-up shots, was a success again.
Zheng Kezhen repeatedly checked the footage taken by the camera on the other side. The high-resolution lens captured the details and flaws of people the best, but due to focusing, Luo Ding in the frame appeared even more otherworldly. Standing on the city wall, he seemed lost in thought, his eyes containing tears as he watched the emperor leave, kneeling with devout sincerity in front of Li Shimin, and facing Li Shimin with a gaze that seemed to pierce through his soul. Every frame, every shot, seemed to emerge from a myriad of beautiful words.
The more Zheng Kezhen watched, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but pat Luo Ding's shoulder twice harshly. "Excellent! The expression and eyes are perfect! Later, we'll add another close-up shot of your eyes, and Ah Yuan will shoot two more scenes. Our three-day work might be finished today!"
Luo Ding was praised, but he didn't show any sign of being pleased. He just replied quietly, "I'm feeling relatively good today."
"When are you ever not feeling good?!" Zheng Kezhen picked out a few photos and pointed to the photographer, who immediately understood and went to adjust them. After doing all this, Zheng Kezhen turned back, sighed deeply, and lowered his voice to say to Luo Ding, "Don't doubt yourself, you're really good. I've been in this business for decades, seen countless people, but someone like you, a young person, is truly unprecedented." He thought for a moment, then repeated confidently, "Unprecedented."
Of course it's unprecedented. How many people can relive decades of life experience in their youthful bodies? Luo Ding's humility wasn't a facade; he genuinely didn't think he had much to be proud of. He had already used such a big cheat, so if he didn't excel a bit more, he would definitely be a complete failure in every aspect.
Seeing that Luo Ding just smiled without responding, Zheng Kezhen suddenly realized that his words might have offended him a bit, so he quickly changed the subject. Luo Ding's personality was too stable, and unlike most young people his age who liked to have fun, when Zheng Kezhen was with him, he would unconsciously adopt the mode of interaction he had with his peers. Sometimes, it even seemed that Luo Ding was more considerate.
After watching the results of the shoot in front of the monitor, Luo Ding made some suggestions on the changes to the close-up shots, and the two of them discussed them enthusiastically.
Duan Xiubo stared at Luo Ding, the flames in his eyes flickering, but he had no intention of retracting his gaze, which could be described as blatant.
From the first time they met until now, almost every time they met, Luo Ding would leave a deep impression on him in a special way. Impeccable singing voice, powerful dance moves... just when Duan Xiubo thought he already understood the other party enough, reality would remind him again and again that what he knew and saw was far from enough.
Duan Xiubo had always considered himself indifferent. There were very few things in life that could arouse his interest, and most people could be easily figured out by him after just a few interactions. For the first time in his life, someone had brought him such a fresh and flavorful feeling, like a thick slice of salmon dipped in mustard, sweet and cool, sliding down his throat, the spicy taste rushing up his nasal cavity. Even when tormented to the point of tears, the memory that flashed in his mind was still the sweet taste of that moment.
After a moment of excitement, he quietly restrained his almost unrestrained emotions.
Approaching the two who were talking quietly, Duan Xiubo remembered that Luo Ding didn't like close physical contact with people, so even though he got close, he still kept a slight distance.
"Three days of shooting done in one day, if the two extra days don't clash with others' schedules, wouldn't that leave us with plenty of time to rest?" Just as the two were getting into the conversation, they were interrupted and turned to stare at him.
Duan Xiubo looked at Luo Ding's eyes, filled with confusion, smiled slightly, and extended his right hand.
"Xiao Luo, interested in collaborating with me once?"
