The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 460: Chapter 459: Three Rules (1)
 

Xia Siyu was on the phone, his paw stealthily climbing up her waistline. Her waist was very slender, firm from long-term exercise. He had tested it last night, finding that a dancer’s waist really is different; the flexibility of her body was quite pleasing, easily performing various difficult movements without struggle.

Initially, he was just gently caressing her, like a feather drifting across. Xia Siyu continued her phone conversation, too lazy to bother with him. But then that big hand started to play like it was kneading putty, she frowned slightly, a bit unhappy, even her responses to Qin Baizhou were delayed by half a beat.

It took Qin Baizhou calling out a couple of times, “Siyu, Siyu?”

Only then did she turn her head back and continue the previous topic, “The materials I’ve seen before were all film and literature works; I’ve rarely seen firsthand materials. This trip should give me the chance to encounter some things ordinary people don’t get to see.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Indeed, the archives were not open to the general public. It was because Bo Yan had held that political advisory meeting a few days ago, getting in touch with Yu Fenfei and the local leaders; only after they wrote recommendation letters did she get the chance to view the materials. Also, as Bo Yan himself was an N University lecturer, he had connections in the academic circle, which made accessing the materials smoother.

Bo Yan might play around, but he was always clear-headed about serious matters.

Yet at this moment, Qin Baizhou’s heart felt slightly out of balance, speaking with a cold tone, “Did Bo Yan ask for this? You’re going to shoot a film, not conduct research; do you really need to look into it so detailedly?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard a soft “hiss” from Xia Siyu, followed by a crisp sound, as if something was smacking flesh. He asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing much, it’s gotten cooler now, how come there are still mosquitoes?”

Yes, that giant mosquito, busily sucking at her chest, not painful, just slightly itchy.

Bo Yan, accustomed to being hit, took it well. After being slapped, he just smiled and backed off, no longer disturbing her. Xia Siyu continued, “It won’t take too many days. I’ll review the materials for a couple of days, and then for the next month, I estimate we’ll start shooting and live with the villagers.”

Moreover, the reforestation efforts have been so successful that even the Loess Plateau has many areas now verdant with greenery, and the houses have been renovated. Director Sun, aiming to replicate the environment of the time, might seek out areas that are less developed and greener.

It would be rough, but she was no stranger to hardship.

But Qin Baizhou felt a tinge of distress, “Do you really… need to work so hard?”

Many big movie stars don’t necessarily gain a deep understanding of local customs or learn much about the place. Being able to join the group a week in advance to get familiar with the surrounding environment is already commendable in today’s restless age.

Movies are not research or academia. No matter how deeply you study, in the end, it depends on the actor’s performance. If the acting falls flat, all is for naught. If well-acted, but the box office flops or the picky film critics and award judges don’t like it, it’s all futile.

“Anyway, since I’m already here, it doesn’t hurt to take a look for two days. I believe the audience can tell whether or not effort has been put in.”

Xia Siyu knew very well that the audience’s aesthetic standards had risen. Stick to the same old tricks, and society would leave you behind.

As the two were talking, Qin Baizhou suddenly heard Xia Siyu’s low exclamation, “Ah—”

It was Bo Yan; his earlier retreat was just to fetch an umbrella, and now he was swooping back over her.