The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Chapter 121 It’s too sour, I don’t like it

The more Shen Qingxi wanted to perform well in front of Fu Xiuyan, the more he couldn't control his emotions.

I don’t know how many times I took the photos, but they were never satisfactory.

Later, Shen Qingxi developed a feeling that he was one of the characters in the play.

He was the one struggling in the mud, covered in filth. Fu Xiuyan sat clean on a high place, watching him coldly as he tried his best to break free but failed.

The feeling of humiliation overwhelmed Shen Qingxi, making him unable to distinguish between reality and filming.

When the group of actors chased him again, grabbed his hair, lifted his head up, and raised their hands to beat him as required by the script.

Suddenly, I was frightened by Shen Qingxi's fierce eyes.

"Cut!" Director Li was so angry that he threw away the small loudspeaker.

"What's wrong with you guys? Don't you know how to beat someone up? Do you still need me to teach you step by step?"

One of the younger ones started to explain: "Director, it's not us..."

He was interrupted by an older man next to him: "Director, we know we were wrong. We won't do it again next time."

Director Li looked at the people in front of him. They were all extras he usually used, and they all had some skills.

This scene has been filmed over and over again until now, and it seems that Shen Qingxi is the most tired.

actually not.

Shen Qingxi was lying on the ground and getting beaten almost the entire time. He only needed to express the correct emotions at the right time, and there was no need to consume any physical energy.

But these guys want to beat people up ferociously, and every punch they throw must look like it hits the flesh in the camera, so that the people in front of the screen can feel the pain as if the fist hits themselves.

But during the actual filming process, they couldn't actually hit the actors. Every time a punch landed, the force had to be controlled just right. They had to look fierce, but when it landed on Shen Qingxi, it had to be light and soft like cotton.

This is more difficult and more laborious than just beating someone up.

Director Li waved his hand and said, "Alright, everyone's tired. Let's take a ten-minute break and continue in ten minutes."

The older extra was the first to walk to Shen Qingxi's side.

"Teacher Shen, I'm sorry. My brothers and I are all new here. Did anyone accidentally hurt you? I'll go and teach them a lesson."

Shen Qingxi stared at him intently, as if trying to detect some other emotion in his eyes. However, there was nothing.

He only saw the cautiousness and humble flattery of this man in front of him, who was older than him.

He probably didn't notice his abnormality, so Shen Qingxi felt relieved. Then came a great sense of satisfaction in his vanity.

Being praised by others, this is the real him. But he still has to put on a gentle and kind appearance.

"No, that's not true. Thank you all for accompanying me for so many shoots today."

"Teacher Shen, you're too kind. Being able to film with you is a rare opportunity for us to learn from you. It's not hard at all. It's just that we didn't live up to our expectations and made you have to film another take. I'm truly sorry."

Shen Qingxi smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "It doesn't matter. Everyone should work hard on the next one and try to pass it."

After they walked away, the younger brother spoke up: "Brother, it was clearly his eyes that were wrong just now. It was so scary. Why are you taking the blame on us?"

"How many times have I told you to keep quiet? You already know his eyes are scary, what are you talking about!"

"Oh..." After a while, he continued, "Brother. Shen Qingxi's status isn't as high as Teacher Fu's. How come he's even more arrogant than Teacher Fu? He looks soft and gentle, and speaks softly. But it just makes people feel uncomfortable, as if he's superior and it's an honor for us to be able to talk to us. Teacher Fu isn't like that. Although he looks cold and doesn't talk much, he treats everyone the same."

The eldest brother looked him over and said, "I can't tell, you have a brain. Since you have a brain, don't say that anymore. Just understand it in your heart, and pretend you don't understand anything on the surface."

"Oh, okay, I'll listen to you."

The staff rearranged the venue again. Fu Xiuyan checked the time.

"Director Li, I'm afraid we won't be able to shoot my scene today."

Director Li glanced at the distant sky and realized that if it was any later, the sky would soon turn pale. He quickly instructed everyone to speed up.

"Okay, go back. We'll continue filming your scenes tonight. The daytime scenes will continue as planned. Come back on time."

Fu Xiuyan's heart had already flown back home. When Director Li said yes, he had already taken two steps out.

When Shen Qingxi returned to the scene, he didn't see Fu Xiuyan anywhere.

The assistant took the opportunity to tidy up his clothes and whispered, "Teacher Fu has gone back. We'll film the scene with you tonight."

Shen Qingxi couldn't explain how he felt. He felt a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.

While Fu Xiuyan was away, Shen Qingxi's filming went very smoothly.

Director Li saw that he was in good condition, so he simply filmed all the scenes that could be filmed with him later in advance.

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When Fu Xiuyan returned to the hotel, there was still a lamp on in the living room and a pile of local specialties on the coffee table.

A few fruits were placed individually in the fruit bowl, with a sticky note stuck on them. It was the sticky note he always used to take notes when studying the script.

Written on it were Xia Yang's words: "It's too sour, I don't like it. But, food should not be wasted."

Fu Xiuyan carefully tore off the sticky note, folded it, and carefully put it in his pocket.

The fruit that was stuck with the sticky note was also bitten...

Fu Xiuyan almost laughed out loud. This was something his Xia Xia would do.

He picked up the fruit first and took a bite. Hmm, it was sour and bitter, but also sweet.

Fu Xiuyan sat alone in the living room, silently eating a plate of fruit.

Then he took out a new sticky note, wrote a line of words, and stuck it on the empty plate.

Finally, she threw her slippers in the living room and tiptoed into the bedroom.

Fu Xiuyan stood under the air conditioner for a few minutes to make sure the warm air had blown away the coldness on his body before going to bed.

As soon as he lay down, Xia Yang seemed to sense him, turned over and nestled in Fu Xiuyan's arms.

One hand was still patting Fu Xiuyan's belly gently, as if coaxing a child to sleep: "Today is another day that Mr. Fu loves Xia Xia the most. Mr. Fu has worked hard."

Fu Xiuyan thought he was awake and called him softly, "Xia Xia? Wife?"

The only response he got was Xia Yang's long breathing...