On a summer afternoon in Hengdian Film and Television City, the heat wave and the steam of powder are steaming on the antique streets. Xin Daye was wearing a starched Song Dynasty official uniform. The sweat on his forehead was sliding down his cheeks and hitting the heron patch embroidered on his chest.
"Stuck! Xin Daye, can you be more professional? This is filming "Feng Yun of the Southern Song Dynasty", I'm not letting you wander around here!" The director held a loudspeaker, with veins pulsing on his forehead.
Xin Daye quickly bowed and apologized, but in his heart he scolded the crew eight hundred times. He was originally a third-level actor in the city repertory troupe, and was also a clerk in the administrative department. If the troupe hadn't been so unprofitable that he took this guest job, who would have the patience to put on airs in cotton and linen official clothes in the 40-degree heat?
