This is the first time he's used this thing, and it seems pretty reliable.
Carrying a hot water bottle, Zhou Mingqian went out.
Xi Jia was just coming out of the elevator and hurriedly ran to her room. It was snowing today, and she needed to change to a waterproof backpack to put her laptop in.
She ran right into Zhou Mingqian, glared at him, and gave him a cold look. She swiped her card to enter the house.
Zhou Mingqian: "..."
Her eyes held an unpredictable, shifty expression. Sooner or later, this woman would drive him mad.
Xi Jia just spent half an hour finishing her notes related to Zhou Mingqian.
Zhou Mingqian arrived at the studio, and almost everyone was there. Mo Yushen was also there, talking to Jiang Qin. Jiang Qin hadn't fully recovered yet, but she got up immediately and rushed over after receiving the call.
This is precisely why he has been willing to collaborate with Mo Yushen and Jiang Qin over the years.
Yu An rushed in and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that all departments were already preparing. They had to get up at 5 a.m. on the coldest days, and the worst part was that they had been busy until 2 or 3 a.m. last night. She had been worried they wouldn't be able to get up and would be late.
It seems that Zhou Mingqian has some personal charm.
Today's location shooting took place in the snow.
It was 6:30, and it was still dark. The script called for nighttime, when it was getting dark, but they couldn't wait until nightfall, in case the snow stopped by then.
Mo Yushen also went outside and stood next to Xi Jia. "Aren't you cold?"
Xi Jia shook her head; she didn't have time to speak, as she was using a flashlight to review her notes. Of the main cast and crew members, she had only finished reading Zhou Mingqian's notes; she hadn't yet covered the others.
The wind was strong and the snow was heavy. Standing on the snow, even if you were dressed in thick clothes, you would freeze through in no time.
Mo Yushen took a few steps forward and stood in the wind, shielding Xi Jia from the wind.
The person in charge of coordination said, "Mr. Mo, why don't you go to the studio to warm up?"
Mo Yushen: "No need, you're busy."
Because Mo Yushen was also freezing here, the others were even more motivated.
Xiang Luo unconsciously looked at Mo Yushen. At this moment, the man's charm was like a wall, able to block out all the cold currents.
Many of the single women in the film crew were attracted to Mo Yushen.
Those die-hard fans who once swore on their conscience that they would only love Zhou Mingqian for the rest of their lives have all started to quietly switch allegiances.
Mo Yushen would occasionally turn his head to look at Xi Jia. She was covered in a layer of snow and was still standing in the same position, without moving.
Xi Jia memorized the information of several actors for this morning's scene as quickly as possible, her hands aching from the cold, even wearing gloves didn't help.
She put away her notebook and sat down in front of the monitor.
This scene features Jiang Qin and Xiang Luo as rivals. After learning the truth, the two have an argument and are both on the verge of hysterical breakdown, eventually leading to a fight.
In this fight, love outweighs hate.
Their sisterhood of more than 20 years ended because of a man.
After the conflict, the actors' expressions and eye contact become crucial. The complex emotions of love outweighing hate can only be conveyed through their eyes and facial expressions.
After the two finished tearing at each other and venting their anger, Xiang Luo's long hair was loose, and her lip was scratched. She stood blankly in the snow for half a minute, then picked up a hair tie from the ground, tied her hair up, and walked away without looking back.
After the fight, Jiang Qin lay on the snow, feeling relieved yet empty and desperate.
In the drama, this is the last time she and Xiang Luo will ever meet.
When Xi Jia was writing the script, Jiang Qin was originally supposed to lie in the snow for one minute in a close-up shot.
Every expression and look in their eyes is different.
But Jiang Qin is still not well, and she can't bear to lie down for even a minute longer while wearing such thin clothes.
Xi Jia said to Zhou Mingqian, "Let's change it to twenty seconds."
Zhou Mingqian pondered for a moment and agreed. He went over to Xiang Luo and Jiang Qin to discuss the upcoming scenes, emphasizing that they didn't need to lie down for so long.
Jiang Qin's gaze swept over many people, looked at Xi Jia, then at Mo Yushen, and then turned back to say a few words to the cameraman.
During the filming of this scene, Xi Jia kept her eyes glued to the monitor.
Perhaps because Xiang Luo and Jiang Qin had a previous conflict, this fight seemed like a natural performance from both of them, and they got into character in just a few seconds.
In the last lie, Jiang Qin did not get up within twenty seconds.
Xi Jia checked her watch; she had been lying there for a total of one minute and twenty-five seconds.
Jiang Qin was numb with cold all over. Her assistant and agent helped her up, took off her damp clothes, and wrapped her in a thick down jacket.
Jiang Qin finished filming her scenes and had New Year's Eve dinner at home. When she returned home late at night, her car had already arrived.
As I passed by Xi Jia, she looked up, and our eyes met for a few seconds before we quickly looked away.
Mo Yushen's phone rang; it was his mother calling. He walked several dozen meters to a secluded spot to answer it.
Qin Sulan: "What time are you picking me up this afternoon? Is there anything I need to prepare?"
Mo Yushen: "I'm already on set, so I won't be going to my grandparents' house for dinner today. I can't leave here, but I'll have the driver pick you up in a bit."
As for what needs to be prepared, he didn't know either.
"Someone on the film crew cooks."
Qin Sulan said, "Then Mom will wear an apron and make dumplings for you."
Mo Yushen hadn't eaten his mother's dumplings for over twenty years; he'd long forgotten what they tasted like. During this time, when he had some free time, he couldn't help but think about his childhood.
I can't remember anything.
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
Qin Sulan sensed that her son was still resentful towards her. She broke the silence, "What does Qinqin like to eat? I'll bring some over for her."
Mo Yushen: "Jiang Qin has gone home."
Qin Sulan: "Then Mom will come to visit you on set."
The two of them had nothing to say to each other again.
Mo Yushen ended the call, citing that he was busy.
He arranged for a driver to pick up his mother. This was the first time in 25 years since his mother and father divorced that he had spent New Year's Eve together with her.
Mo Yushen kept staring at Xi Jia's back, and he didn't even notice when someone walked up to him.
Xiang Luo had finished her scenes for the day and was on the phone. She held the phone away from her face and said, "Mr. Mo."
Mo Yushen snapped out of his reverie and nodded.
On the phone, "Luo Luo? Are you sure you can manage spending the New Year on set? You're not eating well. Come back home, Mom will cook you something delicious, and it's warm at home."
Xiang Luo: "Mom, I'm not that dramatic. Everyone else is just making do on set. The producer, director, and screenwriter are all there. It's more lively with more people."
The mother said helplessly, "The three of us will be spending the New Year in three different places."
"Where's Dad? Aren't you resting on New Year's Eve?"
“He volunteered to be on duty, saying that young people should go home and spend time with their children. Don’t you know him? He always thinks of others but never considers my feelings.”
Xiang Luo and her assistant walked away, and the phone call could no longer be heard.
"Mr. Mo." Someone from the film crew passed by and greeted him.
Mo Yu nodded and walked over to Xi Jia.
Yu An wasn't on the field today; she was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner with a few girls from the life skills team. But she didn't forget to make milk tea for Xi Jia, making two cups, one for Zhou Mingqian and one for Xi Jia.
The stone path had just been swept, but now it was covered with snow again.
Yu An carefully moved over, holding two cups of milk tea.
There was another person in front of the monitor: Mo Yushen.
With the big boss here, we definitely have to prioritize him.
Yu An handed one of the original flavor milk teas to Mo Yushen, "Mr. Mo, have a cup of milk tea to warm up."
Mo Yushen turned around, hesitated slightly, and considered how to refuse the things that other women offered him.
Yu An handed another cup to Xi Jia: "Sister Xi Jia."
Xi Jia's cup was taro flavored.
"Thank you, darling." Xi Jia's hands were frozen solid and she needed the milk tea to warm them up.
Yu An turned to the side, gesturing for Xi Jia to look at the large pocket of her down jacket, "Here, I've filled it up for you, I know you definitely didn't bring any."
Xi Jia was busy catching up on her notes early in the morning and forgot to bring her hot water bottle to the set.
Xi Jia took the hot water bottle out of her pocket, satisfied, and raised her eyebrows at Yu An.
Seeing how familiar and close Yu An and Xi Jia were, Mo Yushen accepted Yu An's cup of milk tea, saying, "Thank you."
Yu An: "You're welcome."
Zhou Mingqian's gaze lingered between the cups of milk tea in Yu An's and Mo Yushen's hands before finally settling on Yu An's face.
An ungrateful brat who can't be tamed.
No matter how good you are to her, or how much bonus you give her, it won't make a difference.
Xi Jia was the only one in her heart.
Now that Mo Yushen has come to the film crew, he's not even allowed to drink milk tea.
The crucial point is that this milk tea was bought with his money.
Zhou Mingqian coughed lightly twice.
Yu Anyi understood and said with a smile, "Director Zhou, I'll make you a cup right away and bring it over."
Zhou Mingqian believed her and waited anxiously for the milk tea.
Yu An returned to the mobile kitchen at the entrance of the studio. Someone called her, asking how to prepare the ingredients. Yu An went into the kitchen cart and didn't come out again.
I'd long forgotten about making milk tea.
Zhou Mingqian waited for more than ten minutes, but there was still no sign of him.
The aroma of milk tea filled the air.