Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

A small wave of discussion arose on Weibo, but Bo Bing was busy filming and didn't have time to look at it. After lunch, he discussed the action design with a few people and then hurriedly started work in the afternoon.

The stagehands were coordinating the extras, the staff were checking the crane and camera, and Chen Hongpeng sat behind the equipment. He looked at the lighting and scene design, thought everything was fine, and then used a megaphone to remind everyone to get into position.

"Act 112 of The Green Ants, Scene 1, Action!"

After the clapping game ended, Bo Bing and Chen Shicheng immediately got into the zone.

This scene was filmed from the moment Chen Mo appeared.

cloudy day.

The light was tinged with leaden gray, as if it were about to rain. It was still the preparation stage for the temple fair, and the persistent vendors crowded the area around the City God Temple, making it difficult for vehicles and people to pass.

Chen Mo, absentmindedly following the crowd towards his rented room, was caught in the city's illusions. In reality, he was just drifting along with the flow. The director's camera zoomed in on his tired, tall figure and then on his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles under them, his face was deathly pale, his hair was dry and brittle, and his lips, devoid of saliva, were like the earth, cracked with dark red lines.

He didn't know the true rules of this city, nor how to find the key to unlock the inner city, but his intuition told him that the truth he sought and news of his sister lay within the 'anthill' organization in the inner city. He fumbled for the investigation materials he had painstakingly pieced together in the pocket of his cleaner's uniform, but now the clues had completely vanished, and the results of his year-long stakeout and investigation were destined to become useless scraps of paper.

Just as the crazed green ant told him before it died—

The anthill never disappears, nor does it ever appear.

Bo Bing watched from the side. Chen Shicheng's emotions were very infectious; his haggard, angry, and desperate appearance was very touching.

He calculated the time and camera distance, entering Chen Hongpeng's main shot from the side.

Cheng Song was wearing a gray tracksuit, with his dark hat pulled low, revealing a pair of sharp eyes through the gap between his hat and mask. He walked very fast, not with any difficulty, but rather like an eel, incredibly agile.

In his view, locking onto a target is not a difficult task.

A pretentious young man is worthless; a henpecked working man is a blank slate; over there, a middle-aged man in work clothes is a poor bastard... Oh? Cheng Song's eyes lit up. Although he was dressed in rags, the pockets of his work clothes were bulging. The man seemed a little distracted, with one hand in his pocket protecting something.

He had no excessive sympathy; he weaved through the crowd, his slender fingers brushing against the other person's pocket.

"Click——"

Director Chen frowned and called for a stop, "The coordination is wrong, the two of them are too central, move them to the side."

Bo Bing and Chen Shicheng both breathed a sigh of regret.

The worst is yet to come.

Bo Bing initially thought that with his action skills and limited lines, this scene would be easy to film. Unfortunately, this scene was repeatedly shot until dark, when the setting became unsuitable. Only then was the preliminary footage barely completed. The actual fight scene was only filmed once, with the blocking completed. Chen Hongpeng is very picky about the footage. He personally controlled Bo Bing and Chen Shicheng's blocking, environment, and lighting. Even for web dramas, his actors don't easily gain recognition.

That evening, Bo Bing made do with a quick bite of the crew's boxed lunch. She watched as other staff members changed shifts, while the supporting actors continued filming night scenes.

Chen Shicheng and Chen Hongpeng comforted him, saying that it might be his first time filming this kind of movie and he wasn't quite in character yet.

Even on a cloudy day, it should be the hottest time of summer, and the outdoor temperature is not low. Not only are he and Chen Shicheng exhausted, but the photographer carrying the equipment and the extras who follow the director's instructions are also flushed and sweating profusely.

He saw it all and felt very uncomfortable.

After returning to the hotel and washing up, it was already midnight. As soon as I turned on my phone, a text message from someone popped up.

【Flower】So handsome! Godfather looks especially dashing today! [Platform Link]

[Flower] Are you ignoring me?

【Flower】How was your day? There was a huge rainstorm in X city, so I took the shirts down from the balcony.

These were probably sent by him on set after noon, but at that time Bo Bing was busy being pointed out by Director Chen for NGs and blocking, and didn't have time to reply to Yin Su's messages.

[Flower] Sun Qiuping said he'd take you back to your hotel.

【Flower】Are you asleep? [Little wolf peeking out][Little wolf peeking out][Little wolf peeking out]

These two were just posted.

Just as Bo Bing was about to reply to him, another message popped up out of nowhere.

【Flower】The torrential rain hasn't stopped yet.

Oh?

Bo Bing's fingertips paused for a moment, and she suddenly realized with extreme sensitivity that the other person was subtly expressing sadness.

He lowered his head, letting the dim light stream down his hair.

[ICE] Is someone else experiencing a sudden downpour in their heart? (laughs)

This time, it was Yin Su who was surprised. He reached out and rubbed his temples hard, forcing himself to regain his focus from his fatigue.

【Flower】Yes.

[Flower] I got caught in the rain, and my head hurts so much. [Image]

The other person sent me a selfie.

【Flower】The peeled potatoes are about to sprout.

I still remember this thin ice, and for some reason, I suddenly feel a soft feeling in my heart.

Based on the other person's speaking habits, he could discern their emotional changes throughout the day. A close look at the photo revealed pinch marks on the other person's brow bone, between their eyebrows, and on the side of their forehead—a poor little dog that had fallen into the water, making one want to comfort it.

[ICE] As long as it's not moldy, that's good (′??)?OTATO`

Emoticons.

【ICE】I have some of your usual medications on my bedside table and some desserts in the fridge. Take care of yourself.

【ICE】Poor little dog.

Yin Su suddenly felt a lump in his throat. He pulled the blanket over himself, and the lingering, familiar, light jasmine scent filled his nostrils, as if the other person were holding him.

His video was answered almost instantly.

"Hey?"

His voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone, as if he were accusing someone, "Why didn't you answer my calls today? You didn't reply to my messages either... Are you annoyed with me?"

"No, it's just that the filming didn't go well today, it's not your fault."

Bo Bing softened her voice to coax him, "It's so dark, I can't see you anymore."

The man readily lifted the blanket, and the dim light shone into his face. The young man opened his mouth, but his voice seemed to be instantly taken away.

The messy and fragile dots depict this beautiful skin, creating an astonishingly bizarre and gorgeous effect.

—A sliver of ghost light reveals a peach blossom face.