Shen Mianmian couldn’t help but laugh, "Stop flattering me, hurry up and eat. If you’re not sleepy, let’s run lines for a while."
Yang Xiaoxi finished eating quickly, wiped her mouth, and said, "Mianmian, you have to wash the dishes again. If Brother He knew how much you’re taking care of me, he would be so worried about you."
He Nan always tended to worry about Shen Mianmian; whenever they were together, he wouldn’t let her do anything.
"You’re the one with the sweet mouth."
Shen Mianmian had no way of dealing with Yang Xiaoxi. After cleaning up, she took out the script to rehearse with her.
Yang Xiaoxi, reading her lines, would burst into laughter easily. Shen Mianmian reminded her, "It’s fine to laugh now, but you’ll need to hold it back when we’re filming. Some of the veteran actors perform very well and can do it in one take. If we cause too many retakes, they’ll get angry."
"Ah?" Yang Xiaoxi became somewhat nervous, "But I feel so shy; sometimes I’m embarrassed to say my lines, and as soon as I start speaking, I want to laugh. What should I do?"
"Just imagine you’re Lin Yue, get into the character, and try to visualize yourself in that world." Though they were newcomers, the male lead might not be. Since they had decided to do this film, they should give it their best.
Shen Mianmian was well aware that she and Brother He weren’t married yet and, given the limited state of the internet, this movie wouldn’t stir up much attention for the time being. But in another decade or two, when the internet would be more developed, this movie could easily be dug up and used as gossip.
Yang Xiaoxi nodded, "I’ll give it a try."
Shen Mianmian said, "Let’s try the final crying scene. Imagine that I really die in your arms."
"No, I can’t do that." Yang Xiaoxi shook her head in refusal, "Wouldn’t that be cursing you?"
"You," Shen Mianmian said helplessly as she poked Yang Xiaoxi’s forehead, "It’s just a play, not the real thing. Don’t think about all those messy things."
Yang Xiaoxi pouted her lips and obediently tried to visualize the scenario. Before long, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down like rain, her expression so convincing as if she had truly died.
It even made Shen Mianmian feel like crying along.
Before, she had been worried that Yang Xiaoxi wouldn’t be able to cry on cue, but now it seemed that she had been concerned for no reason.
After they finished rehearsing, Shen Mianmian complimented Yang Xiaoxi, but Xiaoxi, still deeply in character, continued wiping her tears away, "Lin Shuang is so pitiful, after suffering for so many years, she died shortly after reuniting with her sister."
"Xiaoxi, don’t let filming make you depressed. You need to learn not only to get into character but also to step out of it after the shoot is over," Shen Mianmian said.
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Yang Xiaoxi nodded and calmed her emotions.
As noon approached, Shen Mianmian was about to cook lunch when she stepped into the courtyard and heard knocking at the door. Opening the gate, she saw Ruan Feng standing at the entrance, holding many items.
"Uncle Ruan, what brings you here?"
Ruan Feng smiled and said, "Well, I happened to be in the area on some errands, and I thought, with the sudden snow yesterday, you probably didn’t have a chance to stock up on groceries, so I brought some over."
The snow had fallen heavily the night before, and now it was knee-deep. With no way to drive, Ruan Feng had walked all the way, his pant legs soaked through.
Bringing them groceries?
Shen Mianmian was surprised, but out of politeness, she invited Ruan Feng inside.
Hearing noises from outside, Yang Xiaoxi, curious, hopped from the house to the doorway and immediately greeted Ruan Feng upon seeing him.
Ruan Feng had always been kind to both her and Shen Mianmian, so Yang Xiaoxi liked him quite a bit.