Ling Xi, who didn’t have as many scenes as the dog, followed the cast and crew for twenty days in a closed filming on the mountain before introducing his final scene. Everyone knew Ling Xi’s terrible acting skills as a non-professional actor who had relied exclusively on connections to get in. Fortunately, he didn’t get many lines from the screenwriter. He depended on selling stupid from start to finish, which was enough to get through most of the previous scenes. After all, he was a singer, and acting was purely a cross-border play. Furthermore, he appeared neat and delicate. Female fans would have no energy to pay attention to his acting skills as long as he wagged his tail and shook his ears.
The drama’s last scene with Ling Xi was quite engaging. He scaled the century-old locust tree in the center of the Taoist temple and perched astride the thickest branch, his legs apart, his feet swaying and his tail swinging in time. He hummed a melody while gazing out at the mountains and rivers in the distance, his face relaxed and content.
As for what little tune he hummed, the director gave him free play before he went up the tree. Humming a modern song in a costume drama was obviously improper. He merely hummed “Jian Jue Tianxia’s” ending song. He had composed the music and written the words himself. The first section of the lyrics depicted a youngster’s carefree state of mind. His song was well suited to the occasion at the moment.
When the master, played by An Ruifeng, exited the study, the cloth shoes on Ling Xi’s feet fell in front of him.
“Are you a dog or a cat, how can you learn to climb trees?” said An Ruifeng, picking up his cloth shoes with a helpless and angry expression on his face.
Ling Xi glanced down at him innocently: “Master is really stupid. I’m a dog demon, woof.”
“Tell me what you can do all day besides being foolish?”
Ling Xi began to count on his fingers, “First, I can pour tea for master. Second, I can massage master’s back. Third, I can look after the house for master, protect the courtyard, and help safeguard it.” Then he covered his face with his hands, but deliberately parted his fingers to reveal round watery eyes: “When winter comes, I can be Huang Xiang and warm master…”
An Ruifeng interrupted him, “How do you resemble Huang Xiang? You haven’t washed your hair in days! It’s going to turn yellow and smelly!”
What followed was a period of chaos.
Ling Xi slipped down the ladder brought by the props team after the filming was finished and proceeded to stand beside the director to view the playback of this scene. After all, it was his final scene in the drama, and he hoped he delivered a flawless performance. “What do you think, director? I’ve made a lot of progress this month, haven’t I?”
“Oh! Ling Xi…” The director thought about it and said, “I think the little song you just sang is pretty good.”
Ling Xi was depressed: “I’ve filmed my last scene, but you don’t bother to see me out with flowers and applause, and you also don’t make me feel incredibly moved and say in front of the camera, “Thank you for the warmth the crew gave me throughout this period of time.” How can you, the director, not even say a word of praise to me?”
The director was almost unable to keep holding the cigarette in his hand: “Who said you were done? Aren’t you going to shoot the decisive battle sequence the day after tomorrow?”
“Eh? Where have I missed a scene!” Ling Xi hurriedly took out his crumpled script and showed it to the director. Despite his poor acting skills, he took his work very seriously, and he had highlighted all the places with his dialogues with a fluorescent pen ahead of time. He’d flipped the script over and over until the edges were wrinkled. “Look! Today is my last scene. I’m not in any of the following episodes! The decisive battle scene requires martial arts. I don’t know any kung fu, so naturally it’ll be filmed by the little ancestor!”
…He was overcome with sadness as he moved his mouth to say such words. In a martial arts scene, he, as a human, was not as agile as a dog.
“Oh! That is not right. It appears that you have not yet received the revised script. A scene has been added for you by the screenwriter!”
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Wu Youpeng, Ling Xi’s former agent, was close to the screenwriter. He’d long heard about the situation between Ling Xi and his agency, so he simply asked, “Are you comfortable with this additional scene?”
“It’s no problem!” He nodded his head vigorously. Anyway, he figured his new agent had no idea how many scenes he had to begin with, and the extra scene added by the screenwriter was unlikely to cause him any problems.
The assistant swiftly printed out the newly added last scene and handed it over to Ling Xi. Ling Xi grasped the two pages of nice and warm light paper in his hands, his heart brimming with pride: Look! My outstanding performance impressed the screenwriter and prompted him to take the initiative to add a scene for me!
The director asked out of curiosity, “Aren’t you and An Ruifeng currently sharing a room? This new scene also concerns him. How come he didn’t bring it up with you?”
“……” They didn’t talk about a damn thing. They were so preoccupied with filming that they were fighting minutes and snatching seconds to communicate physically. How could they possibly be in the mood to talk about work, eh? Ling Xi’s gaze shifted away quickly: “Hey! The little ancestor is dangling on a wire rope. I’ll go check it out!” He then greased the soles of his feet and slipped away.
The director felt uncertain in his heart as he looked at his thoughtless and impatient back. “Take a look at him! Can a silly and cheerful person like him make the last scene tearful?”
Contrary to his assumptions, the screenwriter was highly confident. “You don’t understand. This is called contrast abuse.”
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In this way, Ling Xi’s final day of filming was pushed back by two days. He would usher in a great and moving decisive battle with the sect’s other performers. This final scene depicted the male lead’s sect being massacred due to the sect’s hidden treasure, which was coveted by the evildoers. Only the male protagonist made it out alive.
The once-peaceful and worry-free sect was stained red with blood, and everyone died tragically. The eldest apprentice was beheaded and thrown into his own pill furnace. The third apprentice’s hands and feet were chopped off and he was abandoned outside the main hall. Before the fourth apprentice could transform into his human form, one of the evildoers severed his spine and hurled it to the wall, its little body slowly sliding down the wall and leaving a shocking bloodstain. Their master fought until his meridians were broken and his green robes were soaked with blood. A sword pierced his chest outside the treasure pavilion, and he died there. Even at the point of death, he couldn’t close his eyes and die peacefully. As he stared at the sky, his beautiful eyes were filled with hatred…
Ling Xi had only one thought after reading this section when he first received the script: Whoa! How much animosity does the screenwriter have for this sect! Clearly, the prior drama is so sweet and simple. Why on earth should the plot reverse all the way to death!
Wu Youpeng explained to him at the time that the screenwriter guru was born to write dog blood romance dramas. His famous works were a warm influential family established by an outbreak of incurable hereditary disorders, death, disability, amnesia, and car accidents, but everyone still aspired to go down the story…
Ling Xi suspected that the screenwriter must receive blades from the audience on a daily basis, and he would gladly mix his rice with those blades.
Initially, Ling Xi did little more than glance at this segment of the drama. To him, martial arts sequences were like Greek. The little ancestor, on the other hand, had plenty of filming experience. It was quite good at biting, being killed, striking the wall, and pretending to be dead. There was no need to be concerned. After much thought, the scriptwriter opted not to have Ling Xi act in the final scene when writing the script in the beginning, fearing that his acting skills would not be able to depict despair. As a result, he decided to allow him to leave the field early. But after observing the interaction between Ling Xi and An Ruifeng in the drama costumes, he was inspired to write another scene at the last minute—
— The fourth apprentice who had fainted on the side transformed from a dog to a human after the evildoer stabbed the master’s chest with a sword, turned, and fled quickly. His entire back was mutilated, and he had lost feeling in both legs, but he nevertheless crawled inch by inch towards his master using only his hands. The blood running down his body snaked across the ground, staining it red.
He eventually crept to his master’s side and snuggled up in his master’s arms, just like he did when he first entered the sect as a puppy. He raised his head, his eyes flashing with unwavering admiration and hope. He died in the arms of his master, his strength drained, after silently calling out “shifu.”
And after the fourth apprentice had quietly fallen asleep, there was a rush of blood and tears from the master’s eyes…
The camera would slowly pan from the pair of master and disciple who perished in each other’s embrace, across the other two apprentices who died in the conflict, get a bird’s eye view of the entire sect from above, and ultimately freeze on the shattered sect name plaque in the episode’s closing long shot.
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Ling Xi was shocked and horrified after reading the modified script. He found the original script difficult to take, and he was glad that the part was played by the little ancestor, allowing him to be ‘what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.’ To his surprise, the screenwriter’s brain hole widened, and the lethality doubled after a few strokes of his pen.
When An Ruifeng returned to their shared room after finishing filming that day, he found Ling Xi hunched in a blanket mountain with a gloomy expression on his face.
Ling Xi had a cheery demeanor. An Ruifeng had known him for a long time but had hardly seen his glum expression. An Ruifeng became anxious as a result, so he hastily hugged him along with the quilt and asked him softly why he was sad.
Ling Xi pointed to the script. “Have you seen the new script? The screenwriter is too cruel. How much money did this sect owe the screenwriter in the previous life? Each of them dies in a way that is worse than the other.”
“So it’s for this reason…” An Ruifeng kissed him on the forehead. He didn’t mock him for being depressed because of a fictitious screenplay. “This is the screenwriter’s style. He is quite adept at writing themes that first promote and then suppress, and he has the ability to capture people’s hearts. I took a few of his scripts and, at first, I made myself quite depressed, just like you. After seeing so many such scripts, I can now adjust my mood.”
It was just that his lover did not have any self-adjust ability. He’d been staring at the script with a sad face and deep resentment. If Ling Xi possessed a magic wand, he would undoubtedly act on behalf of heaven and slay the screenwriter with an Avada Kedavra.
An Ruifeng could only do something to make Ling Xi happy after seeing how sad he was no matter how much he coaxed him.
As a result, they had a great time. An Ruifeng misbehaved and bullied Ling Xi into crying and spraying.
But that was fine. Ling Xi didn’t have the energy to think about the script any longer.
Ling Xi walked to the set in a trance, with swollen eyes, to put on makeup before filming the final scene. The screenwriter inquired in schadenfreude, “Aiya! Ling Xi, why are your eyes so puffy? Did you cry while reading the script? Don’t deny it. Isn’t it exceptionally heartbreaking, tear-jerking, brutal, and desperate?”
Ling Xi felt unwell when he thought of the script. He snorted angrily and swatted his tail at him. The screenwriter fulfilled his own loathsome tastes, stroked his tail hair, and walked away cheerfully with his hands behind his back.
When Ling Xi emerged from the dressing room after applying makeup, the other actors were already positioned for filming. This episode featured a lot of martial arts action. Several martial arts instructors approached the actors and confirmed the final martial arts movements with everyone one-on-one. An Ruifeng listened intently. When he noticed Ling Xi walking past him, he gave him a glance.
They had a wonderful unspoken understanding. Ling Xi read a dozen messages from An Ruifeng’s eyes with a single glance — “You don’t look energetic today. I warned you not to play so late yesterday”, “My wife’s tail is so cute. When can we play with it?”, “Today is just filming, don’t be sad. Just watch me film, don’t be unhappy”, “Are you nervous about filming your last scene”, “I’m looking forward to your final performance”, “You’re the best in my eyes”, etc.
If “An Ruifeng Gaze Connotation Study” were a course, Ling Xi would definitely get an A+ in the final exam.
Ling Xi’s appearance was at the end. He was idle and roamed around, and he happened to notice Zhu Linlin tying the wire rope safety belt in the corner.
They were both singers. Zhu Linlin had been in the crew for a month and had worked hard and faced hardships, and her acting skills had improved a lot. Today, she would challenge the wire rope and be lifted five meters high shortly. Ling Xi admired her greatly, believing that her willpower stood on the horizon like a lofty and upright iron tower, never to be forgotten.
When she noticed Ling Xi approaching, Zhu Linlin took the initiative to greet him, “Why are you here? I don’t think you have any scenes today.”
“Hehe~ the screenwriter added a scene for me. Didn’t you read the new script?” Ling Xi cocked his brows, like a villain flaunting his success.
Because the newly added content had nothing to do with the other actors, Zhu Linlin and the other actors didn’t receive the new script until the day before, but because her part had not been changed, she didn’t bother reading it.
“Additional scene? What kind of scene?” She was curious. She knew the script inside out and didn’t think there was any place where a new plot could be inserted.
Ling Xi replied jokingly, “Death scene~”
Zhu Linlin was even more puzzled: “What death scene? Isn’t the little ancestor going to film that scene?”
“After turning into a human, I crawl into An Ruifeng’s arms and we hug each other to death…o(*////▽////*)q ”
“…” Zhu Linlin scanned Ling Xi up and down several times. She shook her head, sighing, “Your method of dying is truly out of this galaxy.”
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Qixi Festival short story.
Reader’s letter: How strong is An Ruifeng in bed?
Ling Xi: He can do planks for twenty minutes! Moreover, while others leave only four pits on the mat after completing their planks, he can leave five…
Translator:
OMG! That short story is epic🤣
Five pits?! Lmaoooo
This Author!!!!! After feeling so emotional with the ending scene, I was left wheezing from laughing because of the short story!!! 🤣🤣🤣
Epic + 1 ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
E P I C ! Hahahaha! Trying to breathe……..
LX’s company/agency is really good at playing dead in all matters Dx
Thx for the ch ٩(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )و
There will be a lot of dog blood in this series. Literally and not literally
Thank you for new chapter
5 pits lmao
BWAHAHAHA yes that short killed me 😂😂😂
Five pits hahshhshshhs
Hahahahah
I can’t believe I cried too as I read the alternate script!!!! My nose is stuffy and tears rolled down, but now I’m chocking with snot and tears as I laugh at that short!!
Akakakka five pits wit extra leg
Thanks for the chapter <3
I’m in public and I’m trying not to lol from the short story, it’s painful 🤣🤣🤣