Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing's final scenes have been filmed. Since everyone else was filming while he was recovering from his injury, he and Yin Su are now among the last actors in the crew to finish filming.

This final scene, depicting the indomitable spirit of a disabled person, was revised by Wang Chang and Wu Mu. Ultimately, a stunt double replaced the long shots, and Bo Bing herself appeared in a few close-up shots to conclude the film.

The original plot was that Cui Ye would directly shoot Hu Shengchuan down on the Ferris wheel. Now that there is Bo Bing's almost unnatural rescue scene, Wang Chang, who was reluctant to give up this scene that went beyond wire work, waved his hand and said, "Change it!" So Wu Mu added a small highlight ending for Bo Bing.

Hu Shengchuan's previous persona was that of a melancholy senior with a simple mind. He also became acquainted with Cui Ye, who was disguised as a florist, because of buying flowers.

He was neither the first nor the last person to look for Cui Ye. As a law-abiding young man, even when he later questioned Cui Ye, his thought was to arrest him and hand him over to the police station for court proceedings.

As the two fell at the same time, Hu Shengchuan was still thinking that Cui couldn't just die like that.

The camera pans away.

Hu Shengchuan, lying on the ground, was already making only breathy sounds from his throat.

A close-up of Bo Bing's face.

The performer's pain was so palpable that it gave the audience goosebumps.

“Indecisive fellow,” Cui also stood up, staggered a bit, but quickly straightened up, and looked down at the young man on the ground, who was soaked in rainwater, blood and mud.

Kindness is a sin.

Cui also wanted to.

The young man on the ground was gripped by pain, but the hard qigong he had been practicing protected him from his last breath, keeping him hanging on for a long time. The young man seemed to want to say something, but his ruptured cervical vertebrae could no longer support his words.

Everything happened very quickly.

"I've freed you," Cui said, crouching down and using two fingers to break through Hu Shengchuan's weak point in his hard qigong. The young man's qi collapsed instantly, his blood reversed course in half a breath, and his soul returned to the three heavens.

I wouldn't feel anything even if I had another life.

"Don't buy flowers on a rainy day in your next life."

Cui also hid among the messy, unfinished buildings, brushing past the police who were searching for him.

"Okay, card!"

Wang Chang was very satisfied.

"Congratulations on wrapping up filming, you two!"

Wu Mu smiled as he watched the two people approaching.

Bo Bing thanked the stunt double, then, holding up her plaster hand wrapped in plastic wrap and gauze, hid under the awning. With a glance from Sun Qiuping, her assistant quickly dried the black-haired youth's hair, removed his makeup, and changed his clothes.

This isn't being overly sentimental.

Although there are many pretentious people in the entertainment industry, Bo Bing usually handles things personally.

However, a comminuted fracture of the left hand requiring joint replacement is a different case.

Sun Qiuping dried Yin Su's long hair and removed his makeup. Even though it was a rainy day in late autumn, the weather in the city along the sea still felt muggy.

"Come on, let's wrap up filming."

Wang Chang gave Bo Bing and Yin Su a wrap-up red envelope each, saying, "Thank you for your hard work. Tomorrow, after the rain stops, we'll do a promotional live stream to celebrate the wrap-up."

Bo Bing quickly weighed the red envelope in his hand; it was quite thick.

All safety hazards were explained to Bo Bing before she joined the crew. She knew this when she signed the contract. After she was injured, she received insurance from the crew. Excluding medical expenses, she received a total of 35,000 yuan in compensation. After all, she was just a temporary actor, so there was no more.

The young man lowered his head, said thank you, and followed Yin Su back to the lounge.

As soon as Bo Bing sat down on the sofa, Yin Su leaned over to watch the family doctor change the young man's bandages, his voice full of heartache.

Does it still hurt now?

"Feeling better?" Bo Bing lifted her eyelids slightly. "Are you very concerned about me?"

Yin Su smiled, then whispered a feigned complaint in the young man's ear, "Godfather, why are you secretly giving me special treatment... You weren't this cold to Wen Yuan and the others..."

—A whispered message, tinged with a hint of weakness.

[Sensitive] Startup.

【Feixia】Start.

The movie star's voice was deep and sexy, making Bo Bing's eardrums itch.

His earlobe was gently tickled by the man's breath, and gradually turned red.

Bo Bing stared at Yin Su's handsome and gentle profile, a strange feeling slowly flowing through her heart like clouds being blown by the wind, and she felt her face slowly burning.

"Don't speak so close to my ear," Bo Bing said, lowering his eyes and turning his head away. He waited for the family doctor to put the tape on the IV in his right hand before leaving. He unconsciously shrank back. "It hurts."

"Hmm?" Yin Su leaned closer with interest and touched Bo Bing's earlobe. "Your ears are so red."

"Don't touch it."

The young man frowned and shrank back slightly.

The tip of his hot ear was touched very quickly and discreetly, startling Bo Bing so much that he almost jumped up reflexively. But he was in the corner of the sofa, his back was against the backrest, and Yin Su was right next to him, who was holding him close.

However, Yin Su knew when to stop while he was ahead.

"Could it be that he caught a cold from being caught in the rain?"

The man suddenly calmed down for a moment, and touched the young man's forehead with his dry palm. The two were very close, and Bo Bing could clearly smell the faint men's cologne on the other man's wrist.

It smells nice.

The skin beneath his palm was warm but not hot, which made Yin Su visibly relax, and he unconsciously pressed his forehead against it.

The young man blinked, as if asking about his actions.

Looking into the young man's eyes, Yin Su suddenly deflated, stood up, and pulled a thin blanket over him. "I was just too worried... I'm just glad my godfather is alright..."

Someone patted his head. Yin Su looked up and saw the young man looking somewhat helpless as he reached out to touch the side of his face.

Yin Su lowered his head, making it easier for his godfather to touch his face.

"My hair is messed up."

A cool sensation on my ear.

Bo Bing carefully tucked the little wolf's loose sideburns behind his ears and tidied them up neatly.

A gentle, dry temperature emanated from my wrist. Thin ice was no stranger to me, because the same temperature had just touched my forehead.

Yin Su lowered his eyes, his raven-feather-like eyelashes casting a shadow on his jade-like skin.

He held the young man's right wrist, carefully avoiding the needle in the back of his hand, and affectionately rubbed his cheek against the young man's palm, saying, "Thank you, godfather."

Is she being coquettish?

Bo Bing thought.

Beautiful, ethereal, unbreakable, indescribable...

Bo Bing stared at the face of the movie star in her palm.

—Like a bright pearl.

A fierce wind was blowing outside, and autumn rain was pouring down.

In the dimly lit room, the sound of the wind scraping against the window could be heard. Silvery raindrops, carrying surging emotions, pounded against the glass, like the process of creating a flamboyant oil painting.

Quiet.

The interior, resembling a safe house, is like an unbreakable rock in a raging storm.

As the pitch-black sky descended, the objects inside the house appeared as silhouettes to the naked eye.

But this doesn't prevent the exchange of body heat between the two people on the sofa, which is more honest and direct than any words, sounds, or sights.

The two snuggled together in the corner of the sofa, embracing a warm, thin blanket.

"Father."

"Ah."

My heart is beating loudly.

"Congratulations on wrapping up filming."

It was impossible to tell whose heartbeat it was; it was louder than the sound of rain.