The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Chapter 170 Tea Leaves Compete for Whiteness

The assistant director rushed over and announced, "Teacher Shang, Teacher Shen, take your positions. We're about to start filming." The two quickly composed themselves and stepped back into the filming area. As Shang Yibo entered the scene, his gaze inadvertently swept across the ground and he noticed a set of newly added face lights. They were arranged in a staggered manner, and their placement would definitely affect the actors' movements.

He frowned slightly, then waved to the lighting assistant not far away, signaling him to come over. The assistant quickly jogged over and asked, "Mr. Yibo, is there anything I can help you with?"

Shang Yibo pointed to the set of face lights in front of him and asked, "I'm worried that placing face lights here might affect our movement. You see, this set of lights is movable, and the wiring is intricate. During filming, we won't be constantly looking at the ground, and it's easy to overlook what's under our feet. What if someone trips?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing also stepped forward and explained to Shang Yibo, "Teacher Shang, this set of lights was added at the request of the director of photography. The reflector was not good for my close-up shots, and the effect was not good when shooting medium shots. This set of face lights is indeed a great help to my close-up lighting, but I also understand that smooth movement and the safety of the actors are equally important."

After saying that, she turned to the lighting assistant and said, "Perhaps we can consider redesigning the lighting layout and using concealed wiring to avoid inconvenience."

The lighting assistant said with difficulty, "Mr. Yibo, I'm so sorry! This can't be changed. We've already used up all the hidden wiring routes. This studio is new, and many parts are still not perfect. We can only do this much according to the director's requirements. I'm really sorry, Mr. Yibo, you can only familiarize yourself with the movement and the two of you can rehearse beforehand."

Shen Qing looked at Shang Yibo with an innocent expression, "Teacher Shang, what should we do?"

Shang Yibo said helplessly, "Well then, that's settled."

The lighting assistant nodded happily after hearing this, saying, "Thank you for your understanding and support, Teacher Yibo and Teacher Shen." After saying that, he quickly left the filming area.

Shang Yibo and Shen Qing rehearsed their blocking briefly, then did a dress rehearsal, walking the route twice. With the director's shout of "Action!", filming began.

Ling Shaojing sat gracefully in an ornately carved armchair, a scroll of ancient text gently held in his hands, his other hand resting casually on the smooth, mirror-like edge of the eight-immortal table. At that moment, Liang Yuhong entered with light, graceful steps through a side door, carrying an exquisite tray. On the tray lay a pot of freshly brewed tea and two simple blue-and-white porcelain teacups. The teacups and teapot complemented each other perfectly, exuding a subtle elegance that immediately revealed her refined taste.

Liang Yuhong's voice was gentle and delicate. "Shaojing, this newly arrived tea from the estate, though pale in color, possesses a richer and more complex flavor profile. I specially collected the glistening morning dew to brew this tea, hoping you could also savor this gift from nature." With that, she gracefully placed the tray gently on the table, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

Then, Liang Yuhong carefully placed a teacup in front of Ling Shaojing, her gentle smile reflected in its water. She gently picked up the teapot, her wrist slightly twisting, and a thin stream of tea flowed precisely into the cup, her movements fluid and graceful, showcasing both her tranquility and profound mastery of tea art. The aroma of tea rose gently, mingling with the sandalwood incense in the room, creating an indescribably elegant atmosphere.

Ling Shaojing looked up, his eyes filled with approval, and said softly, "Yu Hong, you always manage to surprise me. The aroma of this tea is already delightful; I imagine it will taste even better." As he spoke, he put down the book in his hand, slowly reached out, picked up the teacup, carefully observed the clarity and color of the tea, then took a small sip, closed his eyes to savor it, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face.

Ling Shaojing stood up, gently put his arm around Liang Yuhong, and said with a slight smile, "The color of the tea is indeed a bit light, but the flavor is not diminished but enhanced. It seems to have a sweeter aftertaste than 'Fengming'."

Liang Yuhong took the empty teacup from Ling Shaojing and placed it back on the table. "The people from the estate said this was made from pre-Qingming tea that underwent a 14-day semi-fermentation process before being roasted. Not only is the yield low, but it's also very labor-intensive and time-consuming."

Ling Shaojing picked up the teapot and poured tea into another cup. He slowly raised the teapot, causing the tea to splash up in the cup. "It's not as strong as aged tea, but it's more fragrant than new tea. The tea soup is golden but elegant. Hmm, it's indeed a good tea." He picked up the cup and handed it to Liang Yuhong beside him.

Liang Yuhong took the cup, smelled it, and said softly, "It has a faint fragrance, the kind that can calm people down. Shaojing, they have another request; they'd like you to name it."

Ling Shaojing lowered his arm from Liang Yuhong's, strode forward, slightly raised his chin, and gazed intently (looking out the window at the bright moon hanging in the sky). He softly recited: "In spring, tea leaves vie to be white, and as winter ends, plum blossoms burst into red."

“Mingye.” Ling Shaojing pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Liang Yuhong with deep affection. “Yuhong, how about the name ‘Mingye’?”

“Mingye?” Liang Yuhong tilted her head and repeated, “Hmm, a very elegant name. Indeed, with Shaojing’s extensive knowledge, the name he chose is naturally good.”

The director of photography yelled "CUT" and then said, "Liang Yuhong, what are you doing standing there when Ling Shaojing has already turned around and walked away? And why are you standing with your back to the camera? How are the two of you supposed to interact? Get ready, we'll do the second half of this take again."

Shen Qing quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, Director, let's rehearse the blocking again."

Shang Yibo had already retreated to the table, preparing to communicate with Shen Qing.

Zhou Yanruo stood offstage, frowning, thinking to herself, "Are commercial shoots this particular now?"

"Even shooting an advertisement requires such meticulousness." Suddenly, a cold female voice was heard behind me.

Zhou Yanruo was startled when she heard this. She had just had this thought in her mind when someone said it out loud. Could this person read minds? She turned around in surprise and saw that it was Hong Yun who was making comments while shaking her head.

"Hey! Hong Yun? President Hong, what are you doing here?" Zhou Yanruo exclaimed in surprise, then quickly lowered her voice to ask.

Hong Yun said with a smile, "Why can't I be here? I've come to see who dares to bully Yibo."

Zhou Yanruo said, "Are you here to visit the set? How did you get in? You can't get in here without a work pass."

Hong Yun replied smugly, "I'm in the industry, how could I not get in? You have a lot of questions, but none of them are relevant."

"Who are you saying was bullied?"

“This is the real issue. Yibo is being bullied, and you, his manager, are acting like a coward. We, the ‘Bobo Sugar’ fans, can’t just ignore this.”