It was cold in the Hengdian Film and Television Base in Beijing, and the green plants on the street turned yellow. When the wind blew, they fell down in the air... The busy venues and extras on the set were all wrapped in heavy clothes. In the cold wind like a knife, Zhang Wei, who was standing on the street like a rice dumpling, sucked his last mouthful of smoke, threw his butt on the ground, stepped on it a few times, yelled at his red palm, and then carried the insulation bucket and walked towards one of the studios.