Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s

There are quite a few foreigners visiting Lushan, but most of them are people of status, accompanied by Chinese translators. They had just seen quite a few of this kind. But this foreigner was alone.

For some reason, Tian Sangsang felt a bit strange, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

The foreigner had quite good looks — with a hooked nose and slightly squinted azure blue eyes that concealed their brilliance.

He was tall and upright.

His physique rivaled that of soldiers in the military.

"We’re here for filming," Zhao Chun eagerly said. "Mr. Charles, could you do me a small favor?"

Tian Sangsang’s beautiful eyes widened slightly as she glanced at him—could it be...

"We’re short one foreign extra for our film. There’s a scene tomorrow, and the dialogue is just one line... We hope you’d be willing to participate, we’d be immensely grateful!"

Before he could finish, Charles replied, "I’d be honored. Tomorrow morning at eight, let’s meet at the Imperial Stele Pavilion."

"Oh, that’s very kind of you."

"No need. Don’t you Chinese have a saying? It’s a pleasure to help others."

They parted ways quite amicably.

"Boss, there aren’t any foreigners in our film, so why’re you pulling in a foreigner?" Yao Yu asked, lugging the camera.

"You’re planning to include him in the United States scene, aren’t you?" Tian Sangsang raised an eyebrow.

In the movie, the female protagonist remembers why she came to China, with a flashback of a barbecue by the lakeside with her father. However, in reality, the barbecue location wasn’t in the United States but at Lushan.

Indeed, Zhao Chun said, "We couldn’t shoot actual footage for the United States scenes, so we’re shooting here at Lushan instead. Adding a foreigner to exchange a line or two would make the effect better."

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Everyone suddenly understood.

Tian Sangsang agreed and glanced back, saying, "That foreigner we met earlier was pretty easygoing."

Zhao Chun nodded, furrowing his brow in confusion as he mused, "He was dressed quite formally, but when I shook hands with him, the calluses on his hands pricked mine. He must be someone who built his career from scratch."

"I wouldn’t have guessed he’d have calluses," Chen Wan shook her head. "Foreign men really are tall and handsome."

Yao Yu smirked, "What’s there not to see? That tall build probably comes from doing loads of physical labor. And his skin—bronzed, not as pale as other Europeans or Americans."

"If you ask me, men like us are still more refined," Zhao Chun muttered, stroking his chin in a mock thoughtful pose.

A big guy like him would be tough to sustain in a poor household.

Chen Wan stifled a laugh. It wasn’t "refined"—it was frail. She hadn’t thought much of the boss before, but compared to Sangsang, the boss seemed outright weak.

"So..." Chen Wan suddenly wrapped her arm around Tian Sangsang’s and pulled her aside, asking shyly, "Sangsang, what kind of partner do you like?"

"Someone who’s good to me," Tian Sangsang smiled at her, completely unbothered by the topic.

"Huh?" Chen Wan didn’t find the answer meaningful. "But what does that mean? You’re so pretty, Sangsang. Surely everyone would treat you well."

Would they, though? Goodness had little to do with beauty. Tian Sangsang found herself in a daze. She wanted someone who could truly be good to her—someone who could support her, comfort her when she’s down, take care of her when she’s sick, be gentle and considerate, and always show up when she needed him. Because she feared loneliness. If such a person existed, she’d gladly return the favor twofold.

"The two police officers—they’re here at Lushan too!"

Zhao Chun and Tian Sangsang turned to look and respectfully waved at them with a polite smile.

The officers kept their expressions cold and walked straight into Lushan. Clearly, they had urgent business.

**

The night breeze flowed like water, bringing waves of coolness.

Zhao Chun sat in the courtyard, tilting his head slightly to gaze at the sky. His long eyelashes formed soft arcs.

"Director Zhao, staring at stars and moonlight?" Tian Sangsang approached with two cups of floral tea, sitting across from him and sliding one cup toward him.

"Gah." Zhao Chun was startled by her. The table’s steaming tea emitted a fragrant aroma as he picked it up and took a sip. His eyes lit up: "Your tea is amazing."

"Feel like giving my tea a little feature in the film? I wouldn’t mind," she teased.

Zhao Chun dared not disagree but didn’t agree either. So he simply took another sip of tea and changed the subject. "I was thinking, we came too early. Lushan hasn’t seen snow yet. Can’t shoot snow scenes."

Tian Sangsang froze. Indeed, the movie had a snowman scene. But at Lushan, snow wouldn’t fall until December at the earliest. Not even January—it couldn’t happen now.

Unless there was an extreme freeze. Honestly, some people were still wearing short sleeves.

Returning in winter to shoot would be impossible as well. Let alone whether they’d get introduced again—preparations would be a hassle.

Supposedly, when Zhou Runfa filmed the 1980 version of "Shanghai Beach," there was a particularly iconic romantic scene. After the male and female leads parted ways, the female protagonist walked alone down an alley outside the church, when snow suddenly began to fall. As she walked, a layer of snow accumulated on her. She playfully dusted it off, crouched down, made a snowball, and tossed it forward. As she continued walking, the male lead, holding an umbrella, appeared from around the corner and met her. The handsome man and beautiful woman strolled through the snowy scene, chatting with each other. The moment was romantic because of its context—understanding where their relationship stood then revealed the charm. Moreover, the iconic music of "Shanghai Beach" played as the backdrop. Zhou Runfa once recalled in an interview that there hadn’t been any use of fake sets that day—Shanghai just happened to have snow. That scene, he said, was unforgettable for him, probably because even the heavens were intent on blessing the beautiful moment between Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng.

Tian Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "Should we just cut that part? I read the script; it’s just a brief montage anyway—the time Zhou Yun and Geng Hua spent together was shown as quick flashbacks."

Zhao Chun’s deep, black eyes gazed at her wistfully. "But, it’d still be a bit regretful. I heard Lushan’s snow scenes are romantic. Don’t you think it’s a pity?"

"Oh, young people chasing romance—I get it," Tian Sangsang accidentally said what she’d been silently thinking.

Zhao Chun glanced weakly at her. "I’m not that young anymore."

"Oh, nonsense. You’re still a heartthrob."

What was she even saying? Zhao Chun’s eyes rounded in confusion; she always said things he couldn’t understand.

Tian Sangsang couldn’t bear to tease him further and sincerely suggested, "If we can’t get genuine snow scenes, then let’s make artificial ones. I’ve seen people use foam to simulate snow—it’s pretty realistic."

"No way!" Zhao Chun immediately shook his head, his face flushing. "We can’t deceive the people!"

Tian Sangsang suddenly remembered that, in this era, outdoor filming typically insisted on authenticity; props were kept as real as possible. There weren’t special effects, green screens, or CGI.

"But isn’t the United States scene already tricking the audience?"

"That’s different," Zhao Chun explained. "It’s because we had no other choice."

"So then... would you choose to cut the snow scene or create fake snow?"

"Or find another location, though that’d delay our schedule—or return to Lushan in winter?"

There’s no perfect solution here.