Fang Zhao still remembered the dimly lit sky he had seen before he died.
Actually, before the final battle, Fang Zhao had already made preparations. He had arranged everything so that if he could not hold on, Yanzhou would not be in chaos.
He knew his own body well. Holding on until then was already his limit. Because he had been prepared, he had been very calm before his death. Although he had not been able to hold on to the Founding Era and had not been able to fulfill his youthful dream, if he could exchange this life for a new world in Yanzhou, it would be worth it.
When season nine started filming, the atmosphere in the cast and crew was even more tense than in previous seasons. Because the plot involved historical events, filming teams from different continents had more interactions.
Many actors would be receiving bento boxes for season nine. Among them, the most important role was "Fang Zhao." But Fang Zhao was not as anxious as the others. He just sat at the side of the set and stared blankly.
The cast and crew considered this behavior of Fang Zhao's as a form of "death in action syndrome."
"Hey, Fang Zhao from your cast is staring blankly again. How was he during filming? "an actor from another continent asked Wu Yun.
Wu Yun, who was portraying the young Wu Yan, did not leave the cast even after his scenes. He often watched other actors film and learned from them.
Hearing his friend's question, Wu Yun shifted his attention away from the set and glanced at Fang Zhao, who was resting nearby. He replied, "Fang Zhao's form has always been very good. Usually, it is the other actors who make mistakes. He rarely makes mistakes during filming."
When Fang Zhao was mentioned, Wu Yun's expression became more complicated. Fang Zhao was younger than him. When filming had first started, he had doubted Fang Zhao's acting skills like everyone else, but after season after season, he had seen everything clearly.
Especially the scene the day before, when he had sat on a sandy slope and gazed into the distance. That kind of gaze that seemed to have been weathered by the vicissitudes of life was something he had never been able to portray.
That was the difference! That was also why he had only been able to portray Wu Yan for a short period of time and could not act like Fang Zhao for the rest of his life.
At this point, even the veterans in the cast and crew could not go against their conscience and say that Fang Zhao's acting was bad.
Not only was he capable, he was also willing to give it his all. There was no shame in losing to this kind of person.
Hearing Wu Yun say this, the foreign actor thought for a bit and smiled. "There is one more thing. Don't be angry."
"What?" Wu Yun asked.
"Have you noticed that the way Fang Zhao looks at you is very strange? It's like looking at my grandson, hahahaha! "
The corners of Wu Yun's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh but felt helpless. "You just realized that?"
"Sigh, I'm too immersed in my role, that's all. In my crew, there was an actor who was about my age playing my father. Didn't I still have to call him dad? If you're too immersed in your character, you won't think about anything else. "
Fang Zhao did not pay attention to what others were saying about him in private. He was deep in thought. He had read the script for season nine so many times that he could memorize it. It was not difficult to maintain this state of mind.
The music score he submitted had also passed the final review. After filming for the eighth season ended, during the holidays, he had already gone to find an orchestra to record it.
There was no need to worry about that.
Fang Zhao was thinking about the score that Mo Lang had shown him yesterday. It was also a small portion of the Founding Era finale. Yesterday, he and Mo Lang had been discussing the orchestration of this segment, and in his mind, he had played the various instruments over and over again.
And every time Fang Zhao was so engrossed in his thoughts, the cast and crew thought that he was brewing his emotions and would not disturb him.
Of course, when filming, Fang Zhao was still very engrossed and would not be distracted by anything else.
When they finally finished filming the last scene, Fang Zhao got up from the floor and wiped the dust and "blood" off his face. He took a deep breath and exhaled, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.
The surrounding actors had not completely recovered from the scene they had just seen. Their faces were still mournful and solemn.
One of the older actors came over and gave Fang Zhao a tight hug. He patted Fang Zhao's shoulder vigorously. "You acted well."
Fang Zhao hugged the surrounding actors as a form of farewell.
After the actors dispersed, Director Bai walked over and asked Fang Zhao, "How do you feel? Do you feel very … "
"Relaxed," Fang Zhao replied with a smile.
Director Bai, who had been about to say "solemn," swallowed the words he had been about to say. When he took a closer look at Fang Zhao, he realized that Fang Zhao's previously oppressive aura and the vicissitudes of life seemed to have vanished in an instant. Now, standing before him, even without removing his makeup, gave off a completely different feeling. His slightly stooped back due to his injuries and age was now straight, and his eyes were more energetic.
Seeing that Fang Zhao seemed to have left his character, Director Bai was relieved. But according to convention, he still had to remind Fang Zhao, "Remember to make a trip to the psychologist. Even if there is nothing wrong, you still have to get a statement from them."
"Got it. Thank you, Director Bai."
Fang Zhao went to remove his makeup and change out of his costume. He took a shower and changed into a clean set of clothes before heading over to the psychologist.
Psychologist Dai Yu was currently in his office, munching on melon seeds.
Actors were under a lot of pressure. Psychologists like him, who helped actors adjust their mental states, were also under a lot of pressure. Munching on melon seeds was also a method he used to reduce stress.
As soon as he heard that someone was coming over, Dai Yu hurriedly put away the box of melon seeds, wiped his mouth in front of the mirror, sprayed some odor cleansing spray, tidied up his appearance, and adjusted his facial expression to an appropriate level.
In front of actors, psychologists like him still had to maintain the airs of an expert. They couldn't possibly let the actors who were coming over know that they munched on melon seeds when they had nothing better to do, right? That would ruin their image! Who knew, they might even question the professionalism of this psychologist.
After tidying up, Dai Yu sat there with a straight face and let the actor waiting outside come in.
Seeing that it was Fang Zhao, Dai Yu changed his attitude and became more casual. "Oh, it's you."
As he said that, he looked at Fang Zhao with a bewildered expression. "You look different today … Is it time to collect your lunch box?"
"Yeah, just finished filming." Fang Zhao closed the door and sat down on a chair opposite the table.
To ensure the privacy of actors, psychologists didn't necessarily have a video recording. They would follow the wishes of the actors. If the actors were willing to record the conversation, they would turn on the recording mode. If not, they wouldn't.
Most actors weren't willing to do it. It was the same for Fang Zhao. Dai Yu rather approved of Fang Zhao's choice. He was also at ease.
Everyone had become familiar with Founding Era since filming had started. Dai Yu didn't hold back in front of Fang Zhao. He pulled open the drawer, took out the box of melon seeds, and started munching on them.
Seeing Fang Zhao looking at him, Dai Yu explained, "It's to relieve stress. Doctors are also humans, not gods. Don't tell others when you go out. "
"Mmhm."
"Want some?" Dai Yu pushed the box of melon seeds to the middle of the table.
"No, thanks."
"Your current state is much better than before. Previously, you gave me the feeling that you were in danger. I almost put you in the high-risk category. But now … "Dai Yu's gaze swept up and down a few times." It's still alright. The degree of danger has been slightly reduced. "
"Then I'll have to trouble you to issue a certificate."
"Sure."
Dai Yu quickly issued a certificate to Fang Zhao, certifying that this actor's mental state was no longer in danger and that he could leave the cast at any time.
With the certificate in hand, Fang Zhao didn't continue watching the other party munch on melon seeds.
Dai Yu watched Fang Zhao's departing figure and thought to himself, This guy is really quite interesting. It's hard for others to break away from their roles after filming, but this guy just had to break away so quickly. It seems like he's not as dangerous as when he first arrived.
But …
"It still feels a little weird." But Dai Yu couldn't figure out what was weird.
"Who cares!" Dai Yu continued munching on melon seeds. Fang Zhao's mission was over, but Dai Yu still had a lot to do.
On the other side, after Fang Zhao left Dai Yu's place, he headed for the cafeteria. He still had to collect his own bento box.
However, when he saw his own bento box, Fang Zhao fell silent.
Placed in front of him was a super huge bento box that looked like a steamer basket, stacked 10 times.
"This is …" Fang Zhao looked at the chef in charge of handing out the bento boxes.
The chef smiled amiably and somewhat pityingly. "This is the last bento box. Every portion is extra large. It will definitely fill you up!"
"… Are you misunderstanding something?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Ah ha, no need to be embarrassed. Here, this was specially prepared by our cafeteria for you. Uncle, I like people with good appetites. Being able to eat is a blessing! Here, it's not easy to carry. It's a little heavy. Do you want to eat here? "
"I'll bring it back. Please pack it up." Fang Zhao didn't want to be surrounded by onlookers as he ate his bento box. There were already some cafeteria staff looking over curiously. Many actors who came to the cafeteria had already taken out their equipment and were waiting to film the scene of Fang Zhao eating this big meal.
After the chef finished packing the super huge bento box, he said, "Let me find someone to help you carry it over."
"No need, I can carry it myself."
Watching Fang Zhao easily carry the huge bento box and walk steadily, the chef even lamented, "Hey, this young fella is really spirited! No wonder he can eat eight bento boxes! "
Fang Zhao felt that this "eight bento box" incident would probably be hard to explain.
On the way back, Fang Zhao could not avoid being surrounded by onlookers as he carried such a huge object.
"Fang Zhao, what is this?" an actor asked.
"Bento box."
"Bento box!? Cough, that, hurry up and go back to eat. The food won't taste good if it's left in the box for too long. "
The actor watched as Fang Zhao carried the huge bento box away and felt a sense of respect. He turned around and secretly took a photo. It wasn't time to go online, but there was a local area network. They had internal communication groups and could share information with friends.
Fang Zhao could eat eight bento boxes?
That was all in the past!
Did you see that? Extra large, 10 layers!
Fang Zhao lost count of how many people stopped him on the way back. When he finally returned to his dormitory, he remembered that Great-Grandfather Fang had specifically reminded him to take more photos of the last bento box. Fang Zhao took a few photos of the bento box.
Fang Zhao did not feel too emotional when he saw the bento box. He finished his photo shoot and ate.
As he ate, Fang Zhao received a call from Zaro.
"Fang Zhao, I heard you got a bento box today?" Zaro sounded like he was in a good mood.
"Mmhm. What's up? "
"Come out and have some fun! I'm saving up for a meal to celebrate you finally getting a bento box! "
Zaro's agent sighed when he heard this. Aren't you afraid of offending people with these words? Can't you be more tactful? Those who were narrow-minded would probably think that Zaro was gloating over their misfortune.
"No rush. Everyone is busy filming. There's no need to make time for this," Fang Zhao replied.
"What are they busy for? Who doesn't know each other? It's not like they're acting in some important role. They have plenty of time!"
Actually, Zaro was not really in a rush to celebrate with Fang Zhao. He was just afraid that after Fang Zhao left the cast and crew, he would not be able to save up for a meal to show off! He had made a killing by hyping up garlic. Now he was also a successful person! He still remembered that he owed Fang Zhao a meal.
After ending the call with Fang Zhao, Zaro flipped through his contact list and confirmed the name list for the meal.
"Those few important ones can't be forgotten. There's also that Woo Tianhao and that Barbara … Forget it, I don't want Barbara anymore."
Two days ago, Zaro and Barbara had been exchanging blows. It was annoying to watch.
After making calls and setting up a time, Zaro had a smug look on his face as he pondered how to show off when the time came. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked his agent, "I heard that Woo Tianhao is also partnering with others to hype something. Hey, what did you say we were going to hype next? Don't lose to him. "
Zaro's agent replied calmly, "Don't worry. They are probably going to hype ginger. Nowadays, there are a lot of people speculating, and they don't make much money. We won't walk the same path as them. "
"Then what should we hype?"
"Ginger's cousin, wild ginger."
"Why is wild ginger's cousin?"
"That's not the main point. The main point is that our plan has already been set. Don't tell anyone. "
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