Your Rival in Love Gets Prettier Every Day

Chapter 166: The Interaction Between Film and Reality

Perhaps it was due to him sleeping for a few hours just now, but Yan Qiuchi tossed and turned. He got up in the middle of the night to drink a glass of water. After he finished his glass, he went into the bathroom and didn't come out. Shen Jintai opened his eyes in a daze. He wanted to go to the bathroom to have a look, but he was so sleepy that he didn't move.

After a long while, Yan Qiuchi returned to bed. He hugged Shen Jintai from behind, buried his head into his neck, and kissed his ears. Yan Qiuchi's lips were soft and had a hint of coolness to them.

After such a night, Shen Jintai thought Yan Qiuchi was really good. Although he had strong desires and suffered from skin hunger and thirst, he still restrained himself when he needed to be restrained. This restraint was extremely moving as it showed the extent of his love.

Shen Jintai's acting was immersive. He felt that if he fully wants to enter the emotions of the characters, the less he experiences reality, the better. Therefore, in the two days before filming the highlights, he stopped running roadshows and stayed with the crew. Except for acting and thinking about his character, he did nothing else.

On the day of filming the climax scene, it happened to be that Shen Ruhai and his family came to visit the set.

It was coincidental that the father-son relationship in <Welcome Rain on a Spring Night> was particularly similar to his current relationship with Shen Ruhai. Their emotions, especially the father's, were restrained and they didn't know how to express them. In the past, he hadn't been a good father but now that they are more connected, the line was awkward and alienated.

The difference though is the father-son relationship in the drama was a lot stronger and reflect that of a blood kinship*.

*Clarity: Shen Ruhai is not really the transmigrated Shen Jintai's father so he doesn't feel a "blood" kinship that could be said about Xu Xingchen and Xu Dahai.

Xu Xingchen's and Xu Dahai's relationship had once severed but their relationship now had vastly improved. The son was now an adult and the position of power had been reversed. Xu Xingchen would lead his old father to bask in the sun, accompany him to buy vegetables, pick up clothes for him, and make meals according to his taste, all while trying to encourage him to mentally exercise so he could retain his memory.

The father has now become a child and the child has now become the father. Time was cruel and indifferent, but family affection was warm and everlasting that could brace against it, generations after generations.

One day around noon, Xu Xingcheng was cooking in the kitchen while Xu Dahai was sitting alone in the living room watching TV. When Xu Xingcheng came out with a steaming plate of food, he almost dropped it when he saw water was dripping down the chair that Xu Dahai was sitting on.

He hurriedly put down the plate, walked over to take a look, and asked: "Did you wet yourself?"

Xu Dahai stared at the TV set but his mind seemed to lost in a daze. He turned his head and looked at Xu Xingcheng: "Huh?"

Xu Xingchen couldn't tell what was going on in his head. He helped Xu Dahai up and made sure that he wetted himself and confirmed that his pants were indeed wet. Xu Dahai then seemingly woke up, as if from a dream, and with surprise. He quickly became embarrassed and started to panic as he stuttered: "I... I don't know. I..."

Xu Xingchen went to his bedroom and got him a new set of clothes and said: "Change out of those clothes and go wash, then change into this set. Do you want me to wash your clothes?"

Xu Dahai didn't speak. He took the fresh pair of clothing and went into the bathroom. Xu Xingchen sat blankly outside for a while before getting up to grab a mop and dragged it on the floor to clean up the mess. The food on the table was no longer warm. He walked to the kitchen to bring out the soup. Halfway through, he suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, propped it against the stove, and stood there motionless.