Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 21: Filming

Yan An, who was pushed to the outer circle, had nothing to do, so he just drank coffee silently on the side.

Needless to say, this coffee tasted better than any she had tasted before. The overall taste was harmonious and the aroma was gentle and delicate.

The next step was to shoot the indoor scenes, which depicted the scene where the heroine used the magic sword to seriously injure the Emperor of Heaven for the first time, and the Emperor of Heaven applied medicine to him.

What was filmed was the Emperor of Heaven's reaction and emotions.

Yan An followed Song Bojian with a backpack to put on scar makeup. She still sat on the small sofa holding an umbrella and waited.

I took out my cell phone and sent a text message to Jiang Xiaobai to say hello. A short while later, I received a photo of three dishes and a soup on the table in the rental house.

Just looking at them made Yan An feel as if he could taste them.

She praised him as usual and told Jiang Xiaobai to have a good rest.

When he looked up, he saw that Song Bojian had taken off all his costumes and was only wearing white pants with his upper body naked.

The makeup artist Jack's eyes lit up, and the way he looked at Song Bojian was the same as the way Yan An looked at the food cooked by Jiang Xiaobai.

Yan An coughed a few times.

The two who were preparing to put on makeup turned around and looked at her.

Yan An was stunned for a moment and cleared his throat, "It's a sore throat in the summer."

Song Bojian, "Drink more water."

Yan An, "Okay."

When he turned around, Yan An's eyes met Jack's: Teacher Jack, my saliva is about to flow out.

Jack smiled sheepishly, waved his hands and winked.

Yan An didn't know if he understood what she meant... because she didn't understand what he meant.

Then Jack took out something like a paint tray and started painting on Song Bojian with a small brush.

It's time to start working seriously.

Yan An then withdrew his gaze and started playing a casual game, the electronic claw machine.

Playing electronic claw machines also requires luck. Before, Yan An didn't want to go to the mall to play claw machines and be laughed at by children, so he played the electronic ones.

After all, you are the only one who knows how unlucky you are on your phone.

After coming to this world, she was able to catch the electronic doll half of the time.

Thirty fake dolls can be exchanged for one real doll, so she can already exchange two.

It can be said that I am very lucky.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the scars on Song Bojian's body became more real.

Yan An was in a trance and thought that he was really cut by so many fine and dense sword marks.

Jack covered his face, his eyes falling from Song Bojian's perfect face to his body.

"Perfect, it feels like I've been abused. Right, An An?" He looked at Yan An, trying to find resonance.

Yan An opened his mouth and said, "Hmm. This is called the beauty of battle damage."

Jack nodded, "Yeah, you said it well!"

Yan An, “…”

There was a knock on the door of the lounge/dressing room. Director Zhou said gloomily, "Don't worry, eat something first. The special guest who plays the fairy servant fainted from dieting too much and was sent to the hospital. He's still on an IV and hasn't woken up yet."

The director's gaze suddenly fell on Yan An, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at him indifferently.

This girl's eyes are very indifferent...hiss, quite interesting.

We don’t know when the special agent will wake up. If he doesn’t wake up tonight, it would be a waste of time.

He couldn't waste any more of Song Bojian's time.

He smiled as he walked in and looked at Song Bojian, "I think your assistant has a good image. I can't take a photo of her face anyway. If she can help, we don't have to wait."

Song Bojian didn't look back, "What I say doesn't count."

What this means is that only what Yan An says himself counts.

Director Zhou looked at Yan An kindly, "Look, little girl, you have a salary to get. It's not that we don't pay you."

This is a great opportunity for others, but it is of no use to Yan An.

What's more, her disguise will be exposed if she puts on makeup.

Yan An lowered his eyes, "I have freckles on my face, and I can't act."

"It's okay, it's okay." Director Zhou laughed. "It'll be gone once the makeup is on. There's no lines, no face shots, no acting required. You're used to seeing Bo Jian's body, so you won't blush. You're the perfect choice!"

Yan An, “…” He said this.

Song Bojian suddenly said, "That's a harsh word, but if she doesn't want to, then don't make it difficult for her."

After hearing what he said, Director Zhou didn't try to persuade him anymore. He just sighed, waved his hand and left.

Yan An went to get the food and ate with Song Bojian.

His lunch box was simple, with no staple food and little oil or water.

On the other hand, in Yan An's lunch box, there are braised spare ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin...

Working with Song Bojian was a good job, but only those recommended by the company could get the job. It had to be said that she had benefited from the original owner's identity.

I experienced the feeling of a good job.

After dinner, the director found a new actor, but the actor's blushing face couldn't be covered up with concealer.

And the original actor has not yet been discharged from the hospital.

Everyone could only wait. Yan An saw Song Bojian leaning against a pillar and resting with his eyes closed. Although he didn't look very tired, Yan An, who knew his itinerary, knew that he was tired.

It just didn't show.

Yan An thought about it and went to find the director, "Director, why don't I give it a try?"

Director Zhou was already annoyed, wondering who was so brave to come up and ask for a scolding, and he saw that it was the calm assistant of Song Bojian.

His angry expression faded and he smiled, "Thank you for your help."

The staff around were all stunned.

The director's face changed.

Can a young assistant act? And this young assistant looks depressed and has an ordinary appearance.

When Yan Anzhi came out dressed up and put on makeup, their doubts disappeared.

Damn, where did this beauty come from? She is as beautiful as a lotus blooming in clear water.

Yan An said that she wanted bangs to cover her forehead, but was scolded by Jack, who said that it was better to listen to him, a professional, or to her, who was good at hiding all her advantages.

"Why don't you just follow the ghost girl's example and cover up your pretty little face."

Jack said this angrily.

It was Yan An who said she didn't want to steal the show, so Jack didn't make her makeup so elaborate and exaggerated.

But compared to her previous look, this contrast still surprised everyone.

Director Zhou was surprised, "It's even more suitable than I imagined!"

Yan An glanced at Song Bojian who was still leaning against the pillar. He only glanced at her once, then lowered his eyes without any surprise.

Yan An's heart dropped.

This scene is about the emotional performance of the Emperor of Heaven after being injured by the heroine. Yan An's task is to play the role of a fairy servant and apply medicine to the Emperor of Heaven.

The director found the right position for her. Yan An bent slightly, holding a porcelain jar the size of a palm in her hand.

"Should I put on the real medicine or fake it?"

"You have to apply it as if it were real," Director Zhou said. "Apply it near the wound, otherwise the makeup will be wiped off."

Song Bojian was sitting on the white jade bed, and Yan An was facing the camera sideways, with only half of his face showing.

Half-kneeling beside the bed, she stretched out her arms and gently tapped near the scar makeup.

Director Zhou nodded, "That's good, you're not blushing, but An An, you should be a little harder. Don't just tap, rub."

Yan An tentatively placed his fingers around the scars on Song Bojian's waist and abdomen, circling them and changing positions several times.

Everyone around looked at each other in bewilderment. Was this little assistant deliberately taking advantage of Mr. Song?!