Chapter 7 Local Details

  "Little witch, get ready for the show."

  Zhang Jiran's roar echoed in the crew, and everyone who heard it covered their mouths and giggled. Feng Hua was blushing as she checked her makeup in front of the mirror. Since that day when she accidentally spoke her true feelings, Director Zhang had bluntly given her the nickname "Little Devil".

  It's called working under a demon king, so naturally it's a demon queen.

  However, this title also made the crew understand that Director Zhang indeed favored this newcomer. Not only did he often joke with her casually, but he also increased her screen time. Originally, Feng Hua's role was just to make a brief appearance after the male lead entered the brothel, slowly transforming him from a clumsy bookworm into a charming and flirtatious young master who loved to indulge in romantic affairs.

  However, Zhang Jiran arranged Fenghua as a relatively important supporting role. In the play, she slowly fell in love with the male lead, and eventually died for him. It was also because of Fenghua's death that the male lead began to lose heart and become disillusioned, thus making the protagonist's image more rich and full.

  Facing Director Zhang's favoritism, Feng Hua indeed made a great effort, almost all scenes were passed in one take, leaving those who were originally jealous speechless. When you have enough strength, the world will eventually bow its head.

  Today is her last performance, after which Feng Hua will thoroughly retire from the stage.

  "When you die later, pay attention to the camera, we'll try to get it in one take." The male lead reminded with a smile, after these days of interaction, the two people have become quite tacit.

  "Aren't you afraid of getting hurt again?"

  With a smile, there is a hint of meaning. According to the script, after Huakui's death, the male lead cuts his ring finger and drips blood onto Huakui's face one drop at a time to show his determination. Because it was a close-up shot, props couldn't be used, so he really had to cut himself.

  "Right, you little witch, don't intentionally make mistakes just to tease me."

  The male lead laughed and joked, hearing this title, Feng Hua couldn't help but pout, with a unique childlike cuteness, making the people around him laugh loudly.

  "Alright, alright, let's get ready to shoot." The director always had to be the one to break the atmosphere. Everyone listened and hurried back to their respective workstations.

  "Act 310, death of the body, a."

  A figure in a red robe darted through the thicket, the male protagonist wore a sword at his waist, indicating that he was not as weak as he appeared.

  Two people were running desperately in the forest, as if there was a fierce beast behind them. Fenghua's feet were constantly tripped by branches on the ground. The male lead was anxiously and painfully supporting her, and in the camera shot, Fenghua's neck as white as jade already had many scars.

  "Hmm, where else do you think you can run?"

  A cold laugh burst forth like thunder, a group of black-clad men descended from the sky, all covering their mouths and noses, holding sharp swords, standing in front of the two, with a subtle surrounding trend.

  "Why are you two pressing me so hard on my big wedding day and causing trouble, and also implicating my beloved wife?"

  The male protagonist stood upright in front of Feng Hua, although he was down on his luck at the time, but he had a unique and refreshing heroic spirit.

  The black-clad man in the lead walked hastily, his long sword pointing directly at the male protagonist's direction. "Beloved wife, haha, the famous courtesan of Chunyuelou, when did she become your wife? What a fine pair of dog man and woman."

  "Shut up, don't you dare insult Xiao Wei."

  The enraged male protagonist drew his sword and charged forward, the silver sword clashing with the leader of the black-clad men. The latter naturally didn't have any heroic flair for single combat, and let out a shrill whistle. All the black-clad men turned to face the male protagonist, drawing their swords. Although the male protagonist's movements were agile, he was clearly at a disadvantage against multiple opponents. Feng Hua bit his lower lip tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

  "Clear breeze."

  A mournful wail rose, and the beautiful butterfly seemed to be on the verge of death. The delicate face was devoid of any blood color, and the pale complexion was frightening. In contrast with the bright red wedding dress, it looked even more pitiful. Amidst the clanging sounds of swords, the flower-like girl leaned against the tree trunk, slowly sliding down, her strength to support herself being drained away, making one think of the precarious situation the male lead was in at this moment.

  "Xiao Wan, wait for me." Before the male lead's words had fallen, the opposing leader's sword came from out of nowhere and arrived in an instant. Unable to dodge, a bloody sound followed, and fresh blood gushed out from his arm.

  "Clear breeze."

  Fenghua let out a miserable cry again, her voice like a wandering spirit, sharp yet ethereal, as if it could shatter people's hearts and bury them in the earth.

  The man in black heard this and hesitated for a moment, and the male protagonist took advantage of the situation to unleash his divine power. With a sweep of his long sword, many thugs were swept to the ground. In an instant, only the leader of the men in black and the deadly scholar were left fighting together.

  After exchanging a few blows, the male protagonist's arm became increasingly weak, blood gushing out like a fountain, and the dizziness in his mind made him unable to stand steadily.

  "Accept your death." With a characteristic cold laugh, the leader's long sword was fiercely and swiftly thrust towards the protagonist's heart, taking advantage of his weakness. The latter watched as his body became powerless, unable to avoid it, and had already closed his eyes in preparation for his fate.

  Not yet experiencing the sharpness of death, her soft body rushed towards the male protagonist, the leader's sword was not in time, and the long sword had already steadily pierced into Feng Hua's abdomen from behind.

  "Hmph." With a faint smile, Feng Hua grasped the sword tip with her slender fingers, her delicate fingertips slowly tearing apart. Seizing this opportunity, Qing Feng slid his sword across the black-clad leader's neck, blood splattering everywhere as the black-clad man fell to the ground, the male lead's eyes welling up with tears.

  "Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan!" The deep and passionate cry echoed in her ears, as Feng Hua slowly leaned back, being tightly wrapped in the arms of the half-kneeling man beside her.

  "Xiao Wan, look at me, we haven't gotten married yet and you haven't given birth to children for me. You said before that you would give birth to many, many children for me. You can't cheat me, you've already cheated me so many times. You said before that you wouldn't cheat me again."

  Tears streamed down his face, and as the saying goes, "A man has tears but does not easily shed them," yet he had not reached the point of heartbreak. The clear wind that cut down enemies brought no joy, and he could only helplessly press against the wound on his noble spirit, as fresh blood continued to gush out in an endless flow, ultimately unable to be stopped.

  Fenghua looked extremely happy, perhaps because she had saved her loved one's life, or perhaps because she had finally gotten rid of the detestable title of courtesan and married another man as his wife, or perhaps because she knew that this man truly loved her.

  She slowly raised her hand, and her weak and blood-stained palm slid across the man's chin, nose, all the way to his tear-filled eyes. She smiled, with a hint of blood at the corner of her mouth, but her beauty was even more stunning, vaguely reminiscent of the enchanting appearance that had captivated the hearts of many men.

  "Qīng fēng." This was the last time the woman called out her beloved's name, with such gentleness and depth of emotion, as if she wanted to remember it forever, yet also as if she would forget it in an instant. The male lead was inexplicably moved, nodding frantically.

  "It's me, I'm Qingfeng, you're not allowed to close your eyes, take a look quickly, I'm your Qingfeng."

  The flower girl gently shook her head, revealing a final, relieved smile. Her slender hand dropped down, and the strong wind howled by, carrying away the blood-stained wedding dress.

  "No!" The clear wind howled towards the sky, he slowly put down the beauty, and pulled out the dagger stuck in his inner sleeve, which was the token of their love. The male lead resolutely cut open his unnamed finger, and round blood beads fell one by one, hitting the tranquil face that seemed to be asleep, staining her red lips, making this scene freeze into an eternal classic.

  "Good!"

  The director clapped first, and the entire crew was awakened, frantically applauding. The male lead was obviously deeply into character, still staring blankly at the beautiful woman in front of him who had been sleeping for a long time. Suddenly, he sat up with a flourish, hastily pulled out a handkerchief prepared in his costume, and vigorously wiped his cheeks.

  "What's wrong?" The male lead finally came out of his daze, sucking on his bleeding ring finger as he joked vaguely.

  "It's both smelly and salty, it's really hard to drink." Feng Hua made a vomiting face, provoking the male lead to roll his eyes.

  "It's obvious I made a huge sacrifice, right? So everyone should take care of me more often lately. After all, I'm the injured one."

  The exaggerated tone and action did not attract the attention of the crowd, all the staff surrounded Zhang Jiran, shouting in unison, play it again.

  Zhang Jiran was also very satisfied with the shots taken earlier and replayed them again in response to the audience's request.

  When seeing the scene of Feng Hua sleeping beauty-like death, everyone's heart seems to be pinched by a big hand, painful and unable to breathe, until the end of the screen, each person still feels unsatisfied, discussing with each other.

  "You acted so well, I almost cried, Hua Feng died a terrible death."

  "Alas, she has also fulfilled her wish, dying for the one she deeply loves, what a beautiful final scene."

  "Han Lei is also very sentimental, I used to think he could only play iron-blooded Han in military-themed dramas."

  As she heard the crowd discussing, Feng Hua couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth. This was the moment when an actor felt most proud. Reborn, she once again experienced this kind of exhilaration.

  "It's indeed good, you see, Feng Hua's acting is not just on her face or voice." Zhang Ji Ran brought up the footage and pointed his finger at Feng Hua's hand.

  As she started running, Fenghua grasped the hem of her dress with one hand and the palm of the male lead's hand with the other. Even when they fell down, she refused to let go. When the male lead fought with others, her hands clung to a tree branch, her fingernails almost splitting, the fragile branch cracking under the force, as if foreshadowing Fenghua's fate.

  When her palm finally reached the male lead's cheek, it was trembling, and her index finger unconsciously traced the contours of Qingfeng's face. Because her palm was stained with blood, it left streaks of blood marks, as if to imprint this impression into the ground.

  The director's voice fell, and the crowd looked at each other, once again generously applauding. Feng Hua was a little embarrassed, bowing deeply to thank them.

  "Go and get your salary, there should be more opportunities to cooperate in the future." Zhang Jiran said with deep meaning, and he also secretly admired the girl's talent. It was her first time acting, but she had an unparalleled sense of camera presence. This Hua Feng is a born actress, with boundless prospects ahead.

  Digression

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