"In this time and space, there is no allusion to the rise of the Dragon from Mount Lu. What the hell is the Dragon Constellation? There is something wrong with Lao Zhang's eyes, what a pity? What exactly is he referring to? Does she understand the buzz?"
Turning his eyes again to Weng Huaijing, who had yet to get in the car, Yan Qing couldn't help but talk to him after thinking hard: "Draco, meteor shower?"
At this time, Miao Miao and Zhou Peipei had already reacted. They both took out their mobile phones and started searching for relevant information.
Professor Weng, who had a ponytail in his eyes and was dressed in regular casual clothes, suddenly had a beautiful light flashing across his eyes.
The DJ broadcast on the radio station continued, and Shao Qing also turned up the radio volume at the right time.
…
"The best observation point in the Imperial Capital is in the Yanshan area of Huairou. The best observation time is from 8:30 to 10 o'clock tonight. In just over an hour, more than 90 meteors visible to the naked eye will streak across the sky..."
…
"Wow! It's such a pity that we are here..."
Zhang Yameng, who was in a hurry, glanced at Yan Qing who was confused about the amorous feelings. She hurriedly muttered to herself: "We Scorpio girls actually also yearn for romance, although we don't say it."
"Ah, romantic date, that's what it means. Lao Zhang is so helpful, I must seize the opportunity!"
Having already given the reminder, Yan Qing also saw the flash of charm in Weng Huaijing's eyes. He looked at the girl who stopped outside the passenger door: "Hey, it suddenly occurred to me that the scene of Chasing the Moon through Flowers
…If the meteor shower from the zenith could also be taken in, the picture would definitely be more beautiful.”
"What? You are still thinking about filming at this time!"
Zhang Yameng, who hates the failure of steel, said sadly: "We can let Mo Ran and the others shoot a few empty shots, like in "Moonlight"!"
"This...you have to consider that my Weng Xiaoge will be shy. I thought this reason was very subtle."
Yan Qing was a little stunned. He scratched his head and tried to find another excuse.
"It is indeed a good solution to shoot empty shots and then synthesize them, but we also have to consider that the bullet shots will also take up the special effects team's time..."
Weng Huaijing stared at Yan Qing while taking over the conversation, with a faint smile flowing in her eyes. Her voice was as cold as usual, as if she was talking about work normally: "The workload will become very heavy in the later period, and live shooting is the only way.
The solution is to not know that tonight’s meteor shower will be inconvenient for filming.”
"It must be convenient!" This was the response of Yan Qingxin Hua Lufang, and another voice said this sentence directly.
"It must be convenient..."
Miao Miao handed the phone to Weng Huaijing, and she said in a sweet voice: "Sister Jinger, look at this whisper. Trivia, the Draconids meteor shower has always been famous for its slow speed. It's just a whisper for taking pictures.
Customized circle of friends!”
Zhou Peipei seemed to be a step behind. She muttered in her own voice: "Ordinary cameras and even mobile phones can record the traces of meteor showers cutting through the night sky!"
After browsing through the whispers on Miao Miao's screen, Weng Huai looked at Yan Qing calmly and generously, as if he was letting him make the decision.
This date seemed to be destined by God, and even the radio host was acting as an accomplice to encourage it.
…
"... Astronomy enthusiasts who like meteor showers and couples who are pursuing romance can take the time to plan their itinerary and go to nearby open areas for observation and appreciation. If you miss this one, you will regret it for the whole year!"
…
"Did you hear that? If you miss this time, you will regret it for a whole year!"
Shao Qing turned off the navigator. She first teased Weng Huaijing, and then continued to laugh and urge Yan Qing to make a decision early: "What should I do, great director? Shoot or not, go back later and there will be no traffic jam!"
The radio in the car did not turn off immediately after the navigator turned off the engine, and the traffic radio station DJ's straightforward spoken words were full of temptation to Yan Qing's ears.
…
"The Imperial Traffic Channel warmly reminds you to pay attention to safety when driving at night. Be sure to choose an area with a wide field of vision and no light pollution. Look up at the sky in the northwest, or stare in the direction of the North Star, and you will see meteors streaking across the sky one after another.
.”
…
With confused glances, the two of them had finished communicating in an instant.
Ai Ai's first love Qingqi: "I don't want you to stay up late filming, but I can't bear to let you go..."
Tsundere looks gentle as water: "It's just a set of shots. I'll go back later. I'll be fine."
Yan Qing took out his cell phone, and he couldn't wait to say to the girls working on the production team: "The bamboo forest has been rested in advance. I asked Director Huang's WIA and special effects team to come in and prepare quickly."
Li Hanyuan, who was silent throughout the whole process, was responsible for the on-site production of the production team. She stopped Yan Qing with a smile as her aunt could no longer hold back: "Let's inform..."
"That's right, just leave it to us..."
Executive producer Shao Qing opened the door and jumped out of the car. She turned her wrist and glanced at the rose gold watch in her hand. She winked at Zhang Yameng proudly: "Anyway, we still have more than two hours to prepare..."
"Crack!"
Lighting a cigarette and puffing away the smoke, Shao Qing and Zhang Yameng seemed to have planned it. They said in unison: "Disappear quickly and go about your business. The sour smell of love smells..."
They all feel uncomfortable.”
The straightforward ridicule left the pretty Professor Weng speechless. She turned her back to Shao Qing without hesitation: "Our main business is filming!"
"So, this is a trap set up by Lao Zhang and Shao Qing. They deliberately let us go on a date! They are simply great benefactors!"
Yan Qing, whose heart was as bright as a mirror, turned around and helped up the bicycle. He said seriously: "They are joking. In the scene of chasing the moon through flowers, I have to look forward to the feeling of the East. Get in the car, Weng Xiao."
grid!"
"Before eight o'clock, next to the stilted building on the Zhulin Studio, return her to me on time after completing the unspoken rules!"
Amid Shao Qing's joking instructions, Yan Qing rode a bicycle borrowed from the hotel, with the peach-faced Professor Weng in the back seat, and they fled the island in the middle of the lake at light speed.
An impromptu date that Yan had always wanted to have started unexpectedly. The most common choices for a couple to go on a date are to eat, watch a movie, or walk on the street.
After leaving the island in the middle of the lake, they stored their bicycles at the security booth. Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing chose to walk aimlessly along the road around the lake where the street lights were gradually sparse. Occasionally, crew members who came out for some fresh air passed by them along the way.
They all cast surprised looks.
"The shot of you wearing flowers and chasing the moon was designed very freely..."
Professor Weng Huaijing, who was looking intently, looked like she was carefully trying to figure out the role. She asked Yan Qing in confusion: "Are the romantic elements such as petals and moonlight a metaphor for the undefeated destiny of the East?"
"Why are there so many people walking today? It feels like an eyesore. It has turned my Professor Weng into an old scholar who only focuses on studying movies. Listen to it, camera language, metaphor of fate... Is this a topic that couples should talk about on a date?
"
Complaints are complaints, and Yan Qing actually didn’t dare to make any mistakes. He cooperated with Weng Huaijing honestly and played the role of a director who seriously discussed with the actors to extend the depth of the plot: “The delicate petals in the language of the camera are a metaphor for her female body lying in Linghu Chong’s arms.
The shyness in the heart and the bright and flawless moonlight symbolize the emotions arising in Dongfang Bubai's heart..."
"Pepe seems to have said that there is a path here that leads to the bamboo forest studio..."
When they passed a fork in the road, Weng Huaijing gently interrupted Yan Qing's tirade. Her voice was as bright and melodious as an oriole, and she quietly slowed down: "We can walk slower."
"What a good idea. This way no one will bother us. Uh, what should I say? Tsk, I'm so nervous. Why do I have this inexplicable feeling of embarrassment that I only regret the book when it's time to use it? I don't know what's going on until it's done."
While her thoughts were ups and downs, Yan Qing took the lead and led Weng Huaijing to a winding path leading deep into the bamboo forest. The steps made of long stone slabs were covered with moss, and the bright moonlight shed a mottled trace through the gaps between the branches and leaves. It was gentle.
The cool evening breeze stirred up the couple who had their own concerns.
As if nothing had happened, Chu Aiqing's heart rang loudly: "The mountain road is slippery, would it be too abrupt for me to reach out and hold her?"
Tsundere, who pretended to be calm, began to slander her: "Where did his shameless energy go?"
"Emm, then...the meteor shower was suddenly added to the painting..."
The corners of Weng Huaijing's narrow eyes raised slightly, and her tone was a bit joking: "Won't it have an impact on the final effect of the film? After all, you have planned it."
"Don't miss this opportunity! Are you being rash? Wenweng said she wanted me to wait for her, so it's better to be cowardly!"
Squeezing the beads of sweat on her palms, Yan Qing, who was in a state of confusion, obviously did not hear the teasing meaning in Weng Huaijing's words. Instead, the topic returned to the original place, which relieved the first love Qing who was sitting on pins and needles.
Smelling the faint fragrance of rosemary lingering in his nose, he considered and finished his answer seriously:
"It won't affect it. The dazzling meteor shower is a suitable analogy for the awakening of female consciousness in Dongfang. In fact, there is also a hidden element - the country. The joy of Dongfang Bubai and Linghu Chong's love for each other is more precious than the vast country."
This logical answer made Professor Weng burst into laughter. The evening breeze blew through the bamboo forest on both sides, causing the branches and leaves to rustle against each other. The sound was particularly clear and sweet, just like the silver bell-like smile of a girl.
"Wait a minute, do you think they are laughing at you..."
Weng Huaijing got in front of Yan Qing and stood on the higher stone steps, and she bravely initiated a new round of invitations to meet each other.
The tsundere looked shyly and said, "You're not really bringing me to look like a character, are you?"
Chu Lianqing responded with affectionate eyes: "I treat this as a date with you..."
Weng Huaijing chuckled: "Weren't you like this before?"
"I didn't understand before that love is a hand that wants to touch but then withdraws..."
Yan Qing sighed and continued: "Actually, I really want to take you with me."
"It's just a touch..."
Smiling at the stupid person, Weng Huaijing spread his palm and slowly handed it to Yan Qing: "Then you are allowed to touch me!"
"Put away the clouds and mist to see the sky, hold on until the clouds part and see the moonlight!"
Yan Qing, who was overjoyed, set his heart aside. Regardless of the obsessive-compulsive disorder, he wiped his hands with the corner of his clothes. After shakingly holding the slender catkins that Weng Huaijing offered to him, he only felt that the taste was boneless and cold.
And delicate.
"I am so happy! Regret, why did I say touch? I wish I could hold it for eternity, she said, how long..."
At this moment, Yan Qing gave up all control of his expression, beaming with joy, looking forward and backward, regretful, reluctant to leave... Various emotions were constantly surging in his eyes.
"You... are so exaggerated."
Weng Huai gave him a look of disdain, but showed no intention of withdrawing his hand.
"I feel like the luckiest person in the world."
With his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest, Yan Qing was satisfied and took the initiative to let go of the peach-faced Professor Weng. After secretly taking a few deep breaths, he realized that there was an ambiguity in his words, as if he was faintly hinting to Weng Huaijing to throw himself into his arms. The old face
Director Yan, who was in the spotlight, emphasized: "It's not the luck of having a perfect heart or the luck of being needed by others. I'm talking about real luck."
"The shameless look is here again. You can't get that word out today, huh..."
After glancing at the steps and the height difference between the two of them, the corners of Weng Huaijing's eyes looked particularly red under the moonlight. As if she had made an important decision, she hesitated and urged softly: "Close your eyes..."
"Why do you close your eyes? Could it be that..."
Yan Qing held his breath and closed his eyes full of longing. In the darkness, he could hear Weng Huaijing approaching step by step, and his breath was as fragrant as orchid.
A weak and warm touch came from the corner of Yan Qing's mouth. When she opened her eyes again, Weng Huaijing jumped back to her original position like a frightened elk, with two slender fingers still blocking her bright red lips.
"you…"
Tsundere looked aggrieved: "You don't follow the rules!"
"Ah...this is an actor's kiss on the fingertips?"
Chu Lianqing regretted it: "I have to be severely punished, why not do it again!"
Tsundere's eyes widened: "You have a beautiful idea!"
"I dare to think of something more beautiful!"
Yan Qing acted rogue and once again took the hand that Weng Huaijing had just put down.
Tsundere: "Let go."
Chu Lianqing: "This hand kissed me, and I want it to be responsible! Take full responsibility!"
Tsundere: "How shameless!"
Chu Aiqing: "I like it!"
The bamboo shadows swayed and the moonlight danced. The two people holding hands were bathing in the gentle evening breeze and breathing the sweet air. They disappeared into the quiet depths of the bluestone path. The rustling of the bamboo leaves was occasionally mixed with a few words, speaking shyly.
Telling that love just happened here.
Tsundere: "Are you going to keep holding on to me like this?"
Chu Lianqing: "Shao Qing said that I had unspoken rules, so I had to at least bring them to the set."
Tsundere: "Absolutely not!"
Chu Aiqing: "I have to bring you into the role."
Tsundere: "Did Linghu Chong hold Dongfang Bubai's hand in the script?"
Chu Lianqing: "I am the director, I have the final say!"
Tsundere: "I'm quite proficient in the unspoken rules."
Chu Lianqing: “…”
Aojiao Qing: "If there is someone, just..."
Chu Lianqing: "Okay, I'll let go in advance."
Tsundere: "Well, it's a pity that when the meteor shower comes, we have to film..."
Chu Lianqing: "How can a shooting star be as beautiful as you!"
…
Qin Guan has a word cloud: The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver and the Han are far away in darkness, the golden wind and jade dew meet, and they defeat countless people in the world. They held hands again for more than an hour, until the crew heard that everyone was crying.
After receiving the notification, Yan Qing realized that time had passed so quickly. He reluctantly let go of Weng Huaijing, and the two of them returned to the set side by side with lowered eyebrows and began to change clothes and prepare for the scene.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge and return home! If the love lasts for a long time, how can we live day and night? From this perspective, Yan Qing has some complaints about the fact that shooting stars are not suitable to be compared with love, as celestial bodies
It is the most inconspicuous among them. It is not as radiant as the sun, not as bright and flawless as the moon, and far less eternal than the stars.
The meaning of the meteor's existence seems to exist only in the moment of brilliance gained by burning itself, and when this brilliance reaches a certain scale and changes from quantity to quality, it can occasionally dominate the scene.
At 20:17 Imperial City time, a long-tailed blue phosphorescent meteor crashed into the skyline and drew a long arc in the night sky, officially announcing the arrival of the Draconids meteor shower.
Before it gradually disappeared, seven or eight flaming stars burst out from the northwest skyline at the same time, like sparkling trees and silver flowers, pulling out shining ribbons in the night sky. More and more shooting stars appeared in the deep blue night sky of the imperial capital.
"action!"
After the executive director Mo Ran gave the order, Wia and the special effects team controlled the winch mechanism to slowly rotate, pulling the three parallel steel wire guide rails of more than 20 meters long set up by the "Laughing East" crew in the sparse bamboo forest to start work.
Two guide rails carry high-speed wide-angle cameras and self-loading flower baskets filled with green bamboo flower spikes. The other guide rail is naturally the subject, which is the two leading actors in the play after putting on costumes.
Dressed in a navy blue Confucian shirt, with his body leaning slightly forward, Yan Qing was sitting in a hollow hanging basket with Wia tied to him, while Weng Huaijing, who was wearing a bathrobe and a safety rope and wrapped in red silk, was lying on his side in his arms.
Two high-speed cameras faithfully recorded this scene:
The meteor shower matrix streaks across the skyline like a rainbow;
The nightless sky is like fiery trees and silver flowers;
The shy moon hidden among the rosy cloud petals;
The swaying bamboo forest;
Green bamboo flower spikes flying all over the sky;
A pair of beautiful women walking in the wind, flying through flowers, chasing the moon and flying stars.
With Weng Huaijing as light as a feather and nourished by love, Yan Qing's eyes are full of love that is about to burst out. At this moment, he can completely put aside all acting skills and play the role of Linghu Chong in his true colors.
There is no doubt that Weng Huaijing's state at this time is even better than during the day. Her face is filled with peach blossoms as she relives the taste of love. When she looks back, she inadvertently smiles with bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. She looks forward and smiles sweetly, and her clothes are elegant and awe-inspiring.
The decoration of petals, bright moon and shooting stars made Weng Huaijing's slightly blurred peach blossom eyes look particularly holy. It was as if at this moment, Dongfang Bubai had abandoned all his grand plans and "he" was willing to lie in Linghu Chong's arms and become a
A shy little woman.
…
After experiencing an overjoyed night together, Weng Huaijing was finally rushed back to No. 1 Wanshou Temple Road by Shao Qing. The two of them, dozens of kilometers apart again, continued to text each other about their love.
Tsundere: [Let’s watch the meteor shower again if we have a chance.]