Chapter 140 When Xiaoqian Knocks on the Door
The set of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

In a newly built interior.

The leading actress Xu Xiyuan is dressed in an ethereal manner, looking more like a fairy than a demon.

Apart from her average looks, there's really nothing wrong with this look.

And Zhang Yuan, who stood opposite him, was even more handsome.

He put on a wig and had the same long middle-parted hair as "Chen Haonan".

He was wearing a bright white silk robe with a black jacket embroidered with bright silver edges.

He wore black boots with gold-rimmed soles and a perforated cowhide waistcoat draped over his shoulders.

Not a young master, but better than a young master.

He has handsome eyebrows and a distinct forehead.

He is not the Demon King, so who is the Demon King?

In the past few days, most of the scenes were at night, and I was wearing night clothes, so others couldn’t see clearly.

Now the interior is brightly lit, coupled with this enchanting costume, not to mention Xu Xiyuan, who is acting opposite her, even the middle-aged director Li Huizhu nodded frequently.

"I really did choose the right person."

"This look alone is worth the pay."

Li Huizhu was given a nickname in later generations, called "the godmother of costume idol dramas."

So unlike the movie version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" which has ghost legends and horror love themes, this TV version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" is actually a costume idol drama disguised as a ghost drama.

Just like Lai Shuiqing's "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", there is actually a similar tendency, otherwise why would there be so many handsome men and beautiful women?
The most important thing about idol dramas is that they are pleasing to the eye. In this regard, Zhang Yuan does indeed meet her requirements better than Nie Yuan.

"All units should be prepared."

"Camera, lights in place."

"Actors in place... ACTION!"

"Holy Lord, please help cure Ning Caichen's poison." Xiao Qian clasped her hands together and asked sincerely.

The background of this scene is that the Seven Nights Demon Lord rescued Xiaoqian who was forced to marry by the Black Mountain Old Demon, but Ning Caichen was poisoned and would not live long.

Xiaoqian begged the Demon Lord for love and asked him to help her lover prolong his life.

Zhang Yuan, who had been standing with his back to the front, waved his sleeves and turned around angrily.

"I am the Demon King. Demons can only kill people, not save people." There was a hint of arrogance in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Besides, love between a human and a demon is bound to have no good results."

"Nonsense, you just want to keep your identity as the Demon Lord, that's why you refuse to save me!" Xu Xiyuan really behaved just like in idol dramas, narrowing his eyes, frowning, and shouting loudly.

What’s the difference between this and Shancai… Zhang Yuan complained in his heart.

It must be said that Mr. Jin is really good. Without the famous work as the basis, the lines sound like those in an idol drama.

Compared to "Tian Long", it's just a joke.

"Xiao Qian, is Brother Qiye such a heartless person in your heart?" Zhang Yuan's eyes and tone suddenly softened.

"Do you remember the Blue Devil's Tear I gave you?"

Xu Xiyuan took out a large bright blue ball from his arms.

This thing, you can buy three for ten yuan in Yiwu Small Commodity Market in the future!
Zhang Yuan didn't dare to take more, as his hands would easily get dirty if he sweated a little.

"Back then, Lan Mo was the most beautiful girl in the Demon Palace." A trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes: "But later she fell in love with a man in the human world."

“It ended up being a tragic end.”

"This story is a reminder to us that love between a human and a demon is bound to end in tragedy."

“But Brother Qiye…” At this point, Shancai threw her head into Zhang Yuan’s arms: “I really can’t let go of Ning Caichen!”

She cried, cried sadly, cried miserably, cried...

"It's so damn ugly..." Zhang Yuan looked down and realized that the crying was so unprofessional.

Crying while acting and real crying are completely different.

In a crying scene, you have to cry in spirit but not in form. Even though you are crying, you have to maintain your facial expressions, lines, and demeanor.

Just like in "Demi-gods and Semi-Devils", Liu Tao and Cheng Hao also had crying scenes, and they cried like pear blossoms in the rain. Not only were they not ugly, they even added a bit of beauty, which made me feel pity for them.

But the one in his arms was crying more unrestrainedly, with his facial features squeezed into a ball.

Well, at least I can cry.

Zhang Yuan still remembers that when they were filming "The Founding of a Party" later on, Andy Lau looked at Angelababy in disbelief as she kept putting eye drops in her eyes during a crying scene but still couldn't shed tears.

The king does not understand JPG...

This one can at least bring in emotions, which is a thousand times better than the big baby.

Zhang Yuan raised his hands and gently lifted up Shancai's stubby face.

It didn't matter that he supported her. Tears, snot, saliva...all fell into his fingers.

"Xiao Qian, promise me that you won't be willful again."

Zhang Yuan gently released his hands that were supporting her cheeks, lowered them, and instead supported Xiaoqian's shoulders.

At the same time, he rubbed his hands on the other person's shoulders without making any expression.

"The dream is over, wake up." Zhang Yuan's eyes no longer had the arrogance and reproach they had before, but instead were full of tenderness and pity.

Faintly, there was also a hint of infatuation that went far beyond the relationship between master and servant, or brother and sister, and a hidden love.

Shancai, who was acting opposite him, looked at him and felt the warmth, and her heart softened immediately.

"His eyes are so gentle..." Wu Jingdong, who was watching the show near the director's group, looked around and said, "Is he really in love with Xu Xiyuan?"

"But this Seven Nights Demon Lord is a monarch, how could he act so ambiguous?"

"Shouldn't you be more cold and domineering?"

In Wu Jing's mind, the so-called devil should look like a devil, with good and evil coexisting, and the devil should be more handsome.

Doesn't this kind of love and affection lower the Demon Lord's status?

"Cut, very good." Director Li called for a stop with a smile.

Obviously, she and Wu Jing had completely different ideas.

"His acting is good, and his eye acting is spot on."

"Yes, that's the kind of love that must exist." Chen Shisan also echoed.

Wu Jing:? ? ?
This is the difference between his and Zhang Yuan’s understanding of the crew.

Wu Jing mostly shoots serious dramas, but Zhang Yuan understands that this is an idol drama and it has to go in the direction of everyone being in love.

Besides, according to the setting in the script, the Seven Nights Demon Lord is the ruler of the Demon Palace during the day and saves Xiaoqian at night. In between these two things, he still has to find time to write a novel...

That’s right, this demon king is also a novelist, and he wrote a romance novel called “Blue Devil’s Notes”.

Based on the love tragedy of Blue Devil, he created a love novel, which later moved even the Spider Spirit.

The Demon Lord is very busy.

Can you imagine Qiye having meetings during the day to discuss exterminating the human race, and hiding in bed at night to write about women's stories...

In short, Zhang Yuan understood very well that Qiye was the standard infatuated second male lead.

Cool and cool is just his protective color, love-obsessed man is his true face. So, naturally, his eyes should be affectionate.

Wu Jing was surprised to see that the two directors were extremely satisfied with Zhang Yuan's performance and characterization. His lips trembled, but he didn't utter a word in the end.

“He understands the characters and the script better than I do!”

Wu Jing thought to himself, clenched his fists, and suddenly a feeling of unwillingness surged in his heart.

He is a very stubborn person, or perhaps, most people who practice martial arts are very stubborn.

Faced with actors who are younger than him and have less acting experience, he believes that he should be better than them.

But now I find that it is difficult to even draw, let alone win. How can I accept this?

"My Kung Fu is better than his!"

"My Kung Fu is better than his!"

Wu Jing kept repeating to himself, constantly cheering himself up and boosting his confidence.

After several scenes, Zhang Yuan's performance was exceptionally smooth and the number of NGs remained at a low level.

It was just because of his understanding of the characters that he kept looking at Xu Xiyuan lovingly, making the other party think he was hallucinating.

"Is he really interested in me?"

……

In the evening, there are night shows every day.

After get off work, Zhang Yuan dragged his tired feet back to the hotel.

Take out the room card, open the door, enter the room, and then...

"Hmm?" Zhang Yuan's hearing was already sensitive, and now that the room was pitch black and his vision was limited, his hearing became even stronger.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the rustling sound of fabric in the corner of the room.

Looking towards the window, the sound should be someone hiding behind the curtains, and the sound of clothes rubbing against the gauze curtains.

"Thief?"

"robber?"

"Paparazzi..."

In an instant, dozens of different possibilities appeared in his mind.

But no matter which one, he didn't intend to show off his bravery and engage in close combat with the opponent.

Yes, he practiced some Kung Fu.

But whether within or beyond seven steps, the one with a weapon is stronger.

No matter how you look at it, you shouldn't risk your life with a petty thief.

"We should go out first, let the hotel security block the door, and then call the police." Zhang Yuan planned everything.
blah blah blah!

He pressed the switch as if nothing had happened, turning on all the lights in the room, then slapped his forehead.

"Oops, I forgot my phone on the set!"

He shouted deliberately, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Loudly, of course, in order to calm the person behind the curtain and find a reasonable excuse to leave.

After saying that, he turned around and was about to run away.

dong dong dong...

As soon as he put his right hand on the door handle, a dull and rhythmic knock on the door came clearly to his ears through the door made of multi-layer composite panels.

"This..." Zhang Yuan was stunned.

He wanted to leave, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

In order not to alert the enemy, he had no choice but to play along and open the door to welcome the guests.

"Hello."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw two women's faces.

Just like the jujube tree in front of Lu Xun's house.

One is familiar, and the other is also familiar.

"Sister Xiyuan, it's so late, what's the matter?"

The person who came was of course Sister Xiaoqian.

There was also a female assistant standing next to her.

"I want to talk to you about tomorrow's scene."

Chatting about drama at midnight...

"It's inappropriate for a single man and a single woman, right?" Zhang Yuan didn't have the energy to do that and quickly declined.

"Haha, you're quite serious." Xu Xiyuan pretended to be coquettish, stroked his lips with his palm, and chuckled with his hand covering his mouth.

"Don't worry, my assistant will be leaving soon, and it will be just the two of us talking about the play." After saying that, she glanced sideways and blinked.

Zhang Yuan knew that women in Taiwan were more promiscuous... after all, he had experienced it.

But it seems inappropriate to be so wasteful, as I have only been in the group for a few days.

Moreover, he was well prepared and even hired an assistant to cover for him, just like taking a cousin along on a blind date. If they were compatible, he would be sent away halfway.

But even in the past, he would not obey the other party.

After all, he really has no interest in this person.

Besides, there was danger in the house at the moment, so he could not cooperate even more.

"Sister Xiyuan, how about this? There is coffee and tea in the hotel lobby. We can drink some to refresh ourselves and make it easier for work."

"Hey, do you really not understand or are you pretending to be stupid?" Xu Xiyuan suddenly tilted his mouth and chuckled.

"I'm a little bored and just want to have some fun with you. Didn't you say I'm prettier than Joey Wong?"

"Why, don't you want to spend the night with little Joey Wong?"

Snapped!
Zhang Yuan slapped himself in his heart.

You are talking nonsense with your eyes open, and now you are getting your retribution.

People took it seriously!
If it really was Joey Wong, I would be fine with it.

But she is the real Xiaoqian, and you are the fake Shancai, can you be compared together?
Who is Joey Wong?

She is known as one of the four famous actresses of Hong Kong along with Maggie Cheung, Cherie Chung and Rosamund Kwan.

What are you?

I think you look like an egg!

"Sister Xiyuan, actually I..." Zhang Yuan wanted to find an excuse to get away with it and drive the other party away.

But at this moment, a clear female voice came from deep in the room.

"Zhang Yuan, are there guests coming?"

……

(End of this chapter)