Chapter 259 Whispers on a Winter Night
Chapter 259 Whispers on a Winter Night
At 3:30 p.m., the car came to a stop at the entrance of the China Film Group Corporation base.
Fu Yibai pushed open the car door and got out, a blast of cold wind hitting his face. Mid-November in Beijing had already entered winter, and even his breath turned into white mist.
He pulled his coat tighter and walked quickly toward the photography studio.
In the studio, Deng Chaozheng and Fan Binbin were rehearsing their lines.
The two sat on the benches, holding scripts in their hands, reading aloud line by line.
"No, no, your tone is wrong."
Deng Chao put down the script and looked at Fan Binbin.
"You should be like this right now..."
How should I put it? It's that feeling of someone clearly being worried about me, but not wanting to show it.
"Then can you demonstrate?"
Fan Binbin raised an eyebrow.
Deng Chao cleared his throat and changed his expression.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were pursed, and his gaze was fixed on Fan Binbin's face with a hint of restrained concern, but a somewhat forced smile appeared on his lips.
"that's all?"
Fan Binbin looked at him.
"that's all."
"Isn't that the look on your face like you're constipated?"
A burst of laughter erupted in the photography studio.
Deng Chao paused for a moment, then laughed, bending over with laughter, one hand supporting himself on the control panel, the other pointing at Fan Binbin.
"Binbin, if word gets out that you said that, my image will be completely ruined."
"Do you even care about your image?"
Deng Chao clutched his chest, making a heartbroken expression.
"Binbin, those words are very hurtful."
Fu Yibai stood at the entrance of the photography studio, looking at the lively atmosphere inside, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He walked in, and Deng Chao and Fan Binbin immediately stopped laughing when they saw him.
"Director Fu, you're back?"
"Hmm. Which match are you referring to?"
"The thirty-seventh scene."
Deng Chao opened the script and pointed to the paragraph above.
"It's the part where the two of them walk back after defeating the monster, chatting as they go."
"Okay, go through it once."
Fu Yibai sat down behind the monitor and picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Lights ready—Recording ready—"
By the time we finished work, it was already dark.
Fan Binbin removed her makeup, changed into casual clothes, and came out of the dressing room.
"Want to have dinner together tonight?"
"Okay. What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever, you decide."
"Let's go to that private kitchen restaurant then, you said it was good last time."
"it is good."
The two walked out, with Guo Zhenni following behind, holding Fu Yibai's coat in her hand.
The car came to a stop in front of the private restaurant.
This restaurant is hidden deep in a hutong. The storefront is small, but the interior is decorated in a very elegant and antique style, with several ink paintings hanging on the walls.
The three of them booked a private room and ordered a table full of dishes.
Fan Binbin was in a good mood today and made an exception by drinking two glasses of red wine. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright.
"Yi Bai."
"Um?"
"Do you think I'll become even more popular after Pacific Rim is released?"
"You're already famous enough."
"Not enough."
Fan Binbin shook her head, her tone wistful.
"I want to become the most popular actress in China."
"I'll get past those wretched women, so people won't always compare me to them."
"What rumors have you heard this time?"
Fu Yibai put down his wine glass and looked at her with gentle eyes.
"There are always some pointless comparisons online."
Fan Binbin gently poked at the bamboo shoot tips in the dish with her chopsticks.
Some people say that this role in Pacific Rim is more suitable for Zhang Ziyi.
If I weren't an artist under Chenxi Entertainment, I definitely couldn't compete with Zhang Ziyi on a fair basis.
"Don't listen to these idle rumors. Everyone has seen how well it has performed since it started operating."
Fu Yibai picked up a piece of steamed fish for her.
"Moreover, these remarks are very likely information deliberately released by Zhang Ziyi to create hype."
I heard that a Hollywood movie is currently casting in the country, and Zhang Ziyi is actively trying to get roles.
She's trying to use public opinion to create momentum and increase her leverage.
Upon hearing this, Fan Binbin paused with his chopsticks, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"That wretched woman, she's already washed up, yet she's still acting all high and mighty."
"So, don't pay attention to these unnecessary distractions."
You are now the most popular female star in China.
They're all using you as a target, trying to climb the ladder by riding your coattails.
"Um."
After finishing their meal, the three of them left the restaurant.
The winter nights in Beijing are bitterly cold, and your breath turns into white mist.
Fan Binbin shrank back and moved closer to Fu Yibai.
"cold?"
"Um."
"Then get in the car quickly."
Fu Yibai reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
Guo Zhenni walked ahead and opened the car door.
The three people got into the car, and the car drove into the night.
In the days that followed, the filming of Pacific Rim accelerated rapidly.
Fu Yibai has a strong grasp of this play because he has a complete picture in his mind, and every scene and every shot is in his plan.
With ample preparation time and strong performances from the actors, filming progressed much faster than expected.
In mid-November, "No Man's Land" successfully passed censorship thanks to Han Shanping's efforts.
Ning Hao immediately sent the film to the Berlin Film Festival.
In late November, people began to visit the set.
Tang Yan flew back from Hengdian and made a special trip to the China Film Group Corporation base.
She brought a large bag of snacks and coffee, distributed them to everyone in the crew, and then spent the afternoon in the studio, quietly sitting next to the monitor and watching Fu Yibai work.
That night, he spent the entire night intimately with Fu Yibai.
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