Chapter 697: Tarzan Went Missing

Chapter 697: Tarzan Went Missing

“Ready, action.”

As the director shouted, all the different departmental members on-site got into position.

Shi Jia came out from the village as she searched along the path. To be honest, this big group of people would be easy to find since they would have left a trail as they came and went. No matter how heavy the snow was, there would still be a trail of footprints left behind.

It was these footprints that she followed step by step. In the same scene, she was filmed crouching down and scooping up a handful of snow in her hands to eat.

As the camera pulled away from the shot, the lone silhouette of the person before the camera became distant, as if she was the only one in this white snowy world.

Yan Huan bent over and scooped up a handful of snow. Although she knew that she should not move or else pain would overwhelm her, but it was not easy. She had finally nursed her body back to health to the point where it was not as agonizing anymore, yet with what she was currently doing, her condition would worsen in the future.

She lifted the snow before her and started eating it in mouthfuls. At the same time, the camera pulled in to focus on her expressions that portrayed endurance, misery, solitude as well as perseverance.

She did not feel like she was acting, but felt as if she was actually in the movie itself.

She stood up and continued stepping forward. Who could tell her what it was that she could do other than just walk on?

At the very least, Shi Jia still had one hope. However, there was no hope for Yan Huan.

If that person would just give her a small sliver of hope, she would not give up no matter what the consequences were.

As she pressed on, the snow fell on her ceaselessly. It was not long before the snow piled on her like a snowman and beneath the heavy snow was her pale colorless face.

It was not easy for a woman to be able to go this far in such cold weather. In actual fact, she could have gotten a replacement, she could have used fake snow, or she could have used a green screen to get it done with computer graphics. Yet, she was unwilling to do so. She utilized both her feet, planting them solidly on the ground and acting at the expense of her own time and life.

Success did not come easy and neither did it come with a guarantee.

You could only reap what you sowed. While some people might not have gotten anything back regardless of how much they have sacrificed, but if you did not work for it, then where could you look for your rewards?

Her footsteps slowed to a pause and then, in adherence to the director’s instructions, her foot twisted and she went tumbling down the snow. Even though there was someone to catch her down below, she was still dazed from the fall.

“No, no, the angle wasn’t good, again.”

Director Jin replayed the scene. She needed to tumble again.

Yan Huan stood up. With another twist, she tumbled down once again.

“No, again.”

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Director Jin frowned. This scene was very challenging so it had to be done right.

Yan Huan got up from the ground again. She was quiet as she stood up, slumped down and continued tumbling down the snow. Yan Huan did not know how long she was made to film the same scene; she only knew that her clothes were soaking wet from the inside out. At long last, when the director shouted ‘cut’, she sat on the snow and heaved a sigh of relief.

Hmm, as long as we are done with the filming.

These scenes that had involved filming in the snow was not child’s play. There were high requirements for the expressions and body movements of an actor. Furthermore, they were on a real mountain, with real snow, harsh weather and a dangerous geographical location. Even if it was not for filming purposes, a great deal of energy was needed to be able to walk through the snowy ground.

Draped in a blanket as she drank soup from the bowl handed to her, Yan Huan finally felt slightly warmer but still trembled from the freezing cold. Thankfully, the pain in her abdomen had subsided. She was just a little cold, but in this weather, everyone was cold.

She finished a bowl of soup and slept for a while. When she next opened her eyes again, she found herself covered with sweat that was sticky and uncomfortable, but it was a good thing that she was sweating. Being able to sweat meant that she was alright and that she was not sick with the flu, and also meant that she would not slow down the entire group’s schedule for the shoot tomorrow.

She was the main lead and the heart of the whole team. Anyone could fall sick but not her, she did not have the privilege to do so. Hence, she had to be healthy to finish filming the remaining scenes no matter what.

At night, she had been woozy and dazed all the time until she was unsure if she really fell asleep. She had dreamt throughout the entire night, but of what, she had forgotten.

When she woke, the snow was still falling outside.

Walking out, she sensed snowflakes falling on her face one by one in an instant, making her feel cold and icy as she touched her face. She then raised her hand to catch the falling snow, letting flakes of snow fell on her palm but as they did, they melted from the heat of her body temperature.

No matter how cold the snow is, it will still melt one day.

Then, what about a heart that turned cold?

She walked out and came to the dressing room. She cleared off the snow on her before entering.

As she sat on the chair, she realized that the chair was cold too. It seemed that everything here never had a moment of warmth. Blowing hot air into her hands, the vapor that escaped her lips swiftly disappeared, along with the warmth that had come with it.

When Yue Ran arrived, Yan Huan had already been sitting there for quite a while.

He walked over and bent over in front of Yan Huan, brushing her hair to the side before taking a plaster from the drawer and sticking it on her wound.

“After this wound of yours heals, no hair will grow on this part of your scalp.” Ever since she had this wound, it had constantly been in contact with water. In addition to that, the cold weather, the poor conditions here and the fact that she had not rested properly had contributed to the slow healing of the small wound. Now that it was obvious that the wound was inflamed, that part of the scalp would probably be bald even if it was to heal. It was such a pity for a woman to go bald just like that.

Yan Huan touched her hair as well, “It’s alright, it’s not obvious.”

Yue Ran did not argue with this stubborn woman. Alright then, since she said that it was not obvious. Besides, it is her hair and not mine. Even if she were to go bald, it does not matter as long as she is able to act well.

The snow outside seemed to fall heavier and heavier, which was exactly what the whole crew had been waiting for in the past few days to perfect the shooting of the scenes. Otherwise, they would have to resort to fake snow which would be extremely energy-consuming and time-consuming.

Shi Jia struggled to get off the snowy ground. She was currently covered with snow and her face was green from the cold. Even though the animal leather she was clad in was warm but it was not modern era clothing after all. Hence, she could barely even feel her own body temperature.

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