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Chapter 154 Basum Tso in Tibet

Yan Zhuoyu started work a day earlier than the other members of the crew, and specially went to reshoot the crying scene that had given Fu Zhuchen a headache.

To be honest, she had mentally prepared herself for countless retakes, but unexpectedly, she passed the test on the first try this time.

Perhaps it was the intensive viewing of related films over the past few days that allowed her to accumulate the right amount of emotion; or perhaps it was the guidance from Teacher Yu Xi that brought her clarity; or perhaps it was the release of those long-standing inner conflicts that made her feel refreshed and gave her a deeper understanding of the character's motivations.

Regardless, Yan Zhuoyu regards this as a wonderful start to a new phase and looks forward to a smooth filming process.

The next scenes will be filmed at Basum Tso in Tibet, a designated filming location for film and television nationwide.

Fu Zhuchen was generous; to ensure the crew's actions were coordinated, he directly arranged a chartered plane to Tibet.

Upon disembarking from the plane, Yan Zhuoyu immediately felt the difference between the high-altitude region and the inland areas.

She and Lin Xiangyi went to the hotel together in the same car.

Lin Xiangyi was more than ten years older than her and suffered from severe altitude sickness. Her face turned purple, and she clung tightly to the oxygen tank, leaning against the seat. Despite this, she still managed to chat with Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu was feeling a little better and did not experience any obvious discomfort on the plane. She was quite happy and was showing off to Qiao Xinyun. But now, sitting with her head close to Qiao Xinyun and back to back, she felt a throbbing pain in her forehead and felt like the air was not flowing smoothly.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhuoyu's discomfort finally eased; at least her head wasn't hurting so much anymore. However, she needed to take another breath of oxygen after talking for a while.

Lin Xiangyi turned her head to look out the window and said with a smile, "I never thought I could come to Tibet at my age. I used to always be filming in Hengdian and rarely left the city. This time, following Director Fu has really broadened my horizons. We haven't even arrived at our accommodation yet, but just looking at the scenery along the roadside is breathtaking. The scenery where we filmed must be even more enchanting."

Yan Zhuoyu also looked out the window and softly echoed, "Yes, it's so beautiful."

Upon arriving at their lodgings, everything was indeed as Lin Xiangyi had described.

Director Fu is not short of money, and the location he chose is top-notch.

Most of the crew members went out to take photos. Even though they were suffering from altitude sickness, they still had to get the film done, even with oxygen tanks on their backs.

Yan Zhuoyu stood on the small stone platform and looked into the distance.

The sky in Tibet is high and azure, and the clouds carry a sense of freedom, like cotton wool caressed by someone, echoing the scenery below.

The lake water is emerald green, crystal clear, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance. The mountain shadows and the shimmering waves intertwine, making it impossible to distinguish whether the mountains are in the water or the water is on the mountains. One feels as if heaven and earth have merged into one, peaceful and sacred.

Fu Zhuchen had often traveled to Tibet with Huo Wenji before and was already used to the high-altitude environment here. At this moment, he looked at the other crew members with a somewhat teasing expression, who were struggling to survive.

"Look at you all, still taking pictures and posting them on Weibo. Your faces are all as red as purple cabbage. People who don't know the situation might think I've been mistreating you."

A young man who looked fairly energetic chuckled: "Director Fu brought us to such a beautiful place, it would be a desecration of the scenery if we didn't take a few more beautiful photos!"

Someone nearby chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, no matter how tough it is, we have to get the film out. If we don't get the film out, it's all for nothing!"

After saying that, he took a deep breath from the oxygen tank.

Fu Zhuchen chuckled and said, "Alright, stop fooling around, save your energy. We're starting work tomorrow, so let's get some rest today. Don't rely too much on these oxygen tanks, let your bodies adjust on their own. If anyone still has severe altitude sickness tonight, don't push yourself, report it to me immediately, get medical treatment as soon as possible."

He speaks directly, and although it can be a bit harsh, he takes everything into consideration and doesn't rush to start filming just because he's arrived at the filming location, ignoring everyone's physical condition.

Yan Zhuoyu had been outside for a long time and had been running around for a while, so when she returned to her room, she started to have a migraine.

She quickly picked up the hairdryer and blew hot air on it, which made her feel a little better.

That evening, Pei Weijin called Yan Zhuoyu at the agreed time.

He had prepared a lot to share with Yan Zhuoyu, but seeing how uncomfortable she looked, he felt sorry for her and told her to rest early.

The next day, when Yan Zhuoyu arrived at the lobby to gather, she noticed that several familiar faces were missing.

She tilted her head and asked her agent, "Was someone taken to the hospital last night?"

Qiao Xinyun put away her phone and clicked her tongue, saying, "Yeah, Lin Xiangyi's agent has been sent away. He was chatting with me on WeChat yesterday, stubbornly insisting that he was young, but then he went silent in the middle of the night. When I went out to check, good heavens, he went straight to the hospital emergency room."

Yan Zhuoyu carefully examined Qiao Xinyun's features and teased with a smile, "Why do I feel that you look better here than in Beijing? What, the feng shui of the Forbidden City doesn't suit you, but the feng shui here is more suitable for you?"

Qiao Xinyun slightly squatted down and gave her a proper bow: "Your Majesty, this old servant usually just works too long overtime and stays up late, which makes my complexion sallow. Last night I just couldn't hold on any longer and went to bed early, so my complexion is rosy now~"

The overtime she mentioned wasn't forced by the company, but rather because she loved to curl. Yan Zhuoyu heard that she loved curling when she was in school, and had even been recommended for postgraduate studies, but for some reason gave up her recommendation and became an agent.

The hotel rooms were all oxygen-rich, and apart from a few people in serious condition who were sent to the hospital emergency room, the rest of the guests were resting in their rooms.

Fortunately, their roles didn't have many scenes, so Director Fu readjusted the shooting order, and the group headed to the filming location to continue shooting.

Despite the high altitude posing a significant challenge, the filming process proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

After enduring the first three days, those members who were feeling unwell gradually returned to the crew and continued filming.

Basongcuo Lake is not only a popular filming location for domestic films and television dramas, but also a renowned tourist destination. The filming location this time is a vast grassland bordering the lake.

Scattered around the lake are Tibetan villages, colorful prayer flags fluttering in the wind, each flutter carrying the devout prayers of believers. The air is filled with the fresh scent of grass, and occasionally, one or two yaks leisurely stroll on the meadow.

Yan Zhuoyu, dressed in a deep red Tibetan robe and wearing a velvet hat with her braids hidden under the hat, rode her horse across the grassland, with several pursuers close behind.

With each thud of the horse's hooves, her clothes fluttered in the wind, like leaping flames on the grassland, fiery and dazzling. Dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, she embodied the untamed spirit of a chivalrous woman of the martial world.

A black horse galloped across a still puddle, splashing up layers of muddy yellow water, and the camera captured this moment perfectly.

Fu Zhuchen reviewed the footage from before, then stood up and said, "OK, this take is done."