Another skincare brand? Wait, it's the 5th skincare/cosmetics brand in a row? 😳 Man, they're totally obsessed…
there is also foreverkey. choose one thing from all. I think forever key is foundation, right? skin1004 is sunscreen. RNW is something else. so next one should be moisturizer, facewash, and the list goes on. 😁
Thank you tian jia rui for loving jiling and giving the six characters your all. We will cherish and love the…
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Tian Jiarui 6 3 hours ago As the series neared its end, I pulled the script out from the innermost drawer of my wardrobe. The pages were crumpled, the edges curled, covered in annotations of various colors, and doodles of little foxes, dragons, and raspberries drawn in moments of boredom. Of course, the most striking detail was the final scene, covered in drawings of confetti, smiley faces, and crying faces. I finally understood that my Ah-Wu was my Ah-Wu.
Just a few days before the finale, I took Ah-Wu, the pet dog that always sat by my bedside, to the balcony. The sun was shining brightly that day, and I let it bask in the sun. I remembered how, in the series, it sat alone on the windowsill, waiting for me for decades. But on the day of the finale, the sky outside wasn't so bright; it was a hazy gray, much like the background of a scene in "The Legend of the Moonlit Blade," though I couldn't quite place it. Perhaps it resembled the surface of the lake when the puppets sank to the bottom—that was their sky.
The wind of Nandang Mountain, the water of Yumian Lake, the red candles of the Wei Mansion, the lambs grazing by the Aodeng River, the ever-swaying candlelight in the Lin Cave, and the snowflakes and fireworks drifting in from outside the window… Six “he”s have been gone for almost two years, finally arriving before me, sharing my joys and sorrows every day. Now, they are leaving. The footprints they left behind, their departing silhouettes, treading on my breath, make my heart ache. Perhaps it's because I haven't had many dramas aired, but with each finale, I fall into an indescribable sense of loss.
I wonder if things will get better in the future. Sigh. I remember the first time I finished reading the script, I was excited yet panicked, like I had entered a huge maze, knowing that magnificent, glittering treasures awaited me ahead, but not knowing how to reach them. To become six completely different souls as an actor—how fortunate I am! This is almost a “luxurious” challenge.
First, I must become that nameless, blind little fox. It is the starting point of all journeys, joyful and simple. His world consisted of the wind at the cave entrance, wildflowers by the lake, and the bittersweet taste of raspberries. His joys and sorrows were so simple that his saddest moment was simply not being able to eat fresh raspberries in winter. I was once immersed in this pure happiness, until I saw the gears of fate crush his innocence. He carried his innate kindness into a destiny that even the gods lamented. I've always loved the place where the little fox was born, "Jade Sleep Lake"—three beautiful characters. But I didn't know why it was called that. Later, I found the answer in the lyrics of the film "A Child Like a Fox," written for me by the director, and in the song "Jade Sleep," written for Liu Yuning: "In ripples, jade sleeps," "Gentle repayment, like jade sleeping." A virtuous person is kind, gentle as jade, repaying with gentleness. Ah, little fox.
Then, the world darkened, and I became a blind spirit. I began to have human senses and emotions. Without sight, he required me to feel the shape of the wind, the scratches on the wall, the holes in the rag doll, hear the sobbing across the way, and the New Year's Eve fireworks and snow outside the window. When I played him, my heart was at peace. He made me believe that if there is light within, it can truly illuminate darkness and chaos.
And the most exhilarating moment was probably when I was the puppet spirit created. Many people liked him, and I liked him too. He was like a joyful note leaping from the spirit's heart, retaining innocence while filtering out all the cruel marks of time. Playing him was a rare respite between those heavy and oppressive scenes. Every day when I saw the call sheet for a spirit role, I couldn't help but smile, humming a song as I jumped into the car to get dressed. If there really were magic to tailor silk, I think everyone would want to preserve the most precious moments of their lives.
But with lightness comes heaviness. Soon, I will become the Dragon God. The name of the Dragon God is a lonely, snow-capped mountain. He possessed a supreme divine position, yet also carried a heavy burden of shackles. When playing him, my body always felt heavy, and my voice became weak when delivering lines, as if something was always gripping my heart. Sometimes I joked, "I know, it's Jikan. It will eventually devour me, but it also loves me, trying its best to save me."
Jikan's coldness was like the ultimate stillness, a sigh without echo, an empty valley without flowers or color. To interpret him, one needed to empty oneself, detach from all outward emotions, and let the performance become an almost nihilistic existence. Not sadness, not pain, but nothingness. Nothing at all, wanting nothing, only wanting to return to the past, to the carefree days of youth, opening my eyes to the scorching summer sun and cicada chirps, the wind and snow far away, the cruelty of fate far away.
Finally, there's the Source of the Calamity. Everything seemed to have returned to its starting point. He too was born blind, but compared to the innocent and passionate little fox, he was like a timid flame, afraid to even shine too brightly in the darkness. He was cowardly, always wanting to hide, hiding behind his parents, hiding behind his brother. The only time he dared to be brave was when he said to his brother, "Brother, just let me die. I've already dragged this family down."
A person with six faces, shuttling between them. During the more than one hundred days on set, today I was a lively puppet spirit, tomorrow I would sink into the eternal solitude of the Dragon God; just moments ago I was floating in the desolate void, the next moment I would ignite the dying flame in Yuan Xizai's eyes. My emotions seemed to be divided into six rooms, each day requiring me to precisely open a different door. On the day filming wrapped, when I removed my headdress for the last time and looked in the mirror, finally seeing only Tian Jiarui, a tremendous weariness and fulfillment washed over me simultaneously. I knew that each of them had a small piece of their soul forever residing within my body. A spirit.
A few days ago, I happened to be filming a scene in the Aodeng tribe again, and I retraced the route from the scenes I remembered. During breaks, I sat by the water, lost in thought, skipping stones a few times. But there were no more dew-covered clothes, no more snow-covered thatched huts, no more campfires, no more bleating lambs. Only me remained. But I was no longer full of life.
Thank you "The Legend of Moon Scales," thank you Youku, for allowing me to experience such a luxurious acting training. Thank you to the director and crew, for accompanying me through the ups and downs of six roles, building this magnificent and believable world for everyone. And thank you to all the viewers who entered this story, thank you for seeing the pain and happiness of the spirit, for understanding the greatness and sorrow of the Dragon God, for loving the innocence and weakness of the little wooden puppet and the source of the disaster, and perhaps, for pausing quietly for a moment before that lonely snowfield called Jikan, letting out a small sigh.
The road ahead is long. Like a fox, I will carry the innocent heart I had by Jade Sleep Lake and continue on my journey. "I want wildflowers to bloom throughout this world."
I believe that one night, as you look up at the moon and the night wind carries the dampness of the distant lake, a melody will surely resonate in your hearts, reminding you of them, of them. I will also remember that little fox, who, in his short life, taught me just how great a kind, ordinary person can be. Don't be sad, don't cry, I will always be with you. With you. Goodbye. #MoonScaleChronicleFinale# #MoonScaleChronicle#
Thank you tian jia rui for loving jiling and giving the six characters your all. We will cherish and love the drama and your characters as much as you love them. 💗
Don't know if this is posted here or not. Sorry if it is already done.
Just wanted to congratulate ju jingyi and miju 💗💗 she is THE actress at present in C-ent. Hoping this continues and she receives all the love.
Lu Wu Yi's statistics are insane🔥🔥🔥🔥 Top results 🥇 for this JuJingyi Top 1 rankings in various categories: 🏆 Top 1: Most popular character on Douyin Over 8.1 billion views
🏆 Top 1: Most popular character on Huanwang (TV rating analysis platform)
🏆 Top 1: Most popular character within the 👖Youku app. It's more than 200M. That's huge. 👏🏻👏🏻
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity index from DataWin (China's most influential trending index)
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity index from currently airing series (Vlinkage/Maoyan)
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity on Weibo Over 10 billion views
🏆 Top 1 views in the Red Book (Xiaohongshu) surpassing 1.12 billion views is a very high record for a single character!
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Tian Jiarui 6
3 hours ago
As the series neared its end, I pulled the script out from the innermost drawer of my wardrobe. The pages were crumpled, the edges curled, covered in annotations of various colors, and doodles of little foxes, dragons, and raspberries drawn in moments of boredom. Of course, the most striking detail was the final scene, covered in drawings of confetti, smiley faces, and crying faces. I finally understood that my Ah-Wu was my Ah-Wu.
Just a few days before the finale, I took Ah-Wu, the pet dog that always sat by my bedside, to the balcony. The sun was shining brightly that day, and I let it bask in the sun. I remembered how, in the series, it sat alone on the windowsill, waiting for me for decades.
But on the day of the finale, the sky outside wasn't so bright; it was a hazy gray, much like the background of a scene in "The Legend of the Moonlit Blade," though I couldn't quite place it. Perhaps it resembled the surface of the lake when the puppets sank to the bottom—that was their sky.
The wind of Nandang Mountain, the water of Yumian Lake, the red candles of the Wei Mansion, the lambs grazing by the Aodeng River, the ever-swaying candlelight in the Lin Cave, and the snowflakes and fireworks drifting in from outside the window… Six “he”s have been gone for almost two years, finally arriving before me, sharing my joys and sorrows every day. Now, they are leaving. The footprints they left behind, their departing silhouettes, treading on my breath, make my heart ache. Perhaps it's because I haven't had many dramas aired, but with each finale, I fall into an indescribable sense of loss.
I wonder if things will get better in the future. Sigh. I remember the first time I finished reading the script, I was excited yet panicked, like I had entered a huge maze, knowing that magnificent, glittering treasures awaited me ahead, but not knowing how to reach them. To become six completely different souls as an actor—how fortunate I am! This is almost a “luxurious” challenge.
First, I must become that nameless, blind little fox.
It is the starting point of all journeys, joyful and simple. His world consisted of the wind at the cave entrance, wildflowers by the lake, and the bittersweet taste of raspberries. His joys and sorrows were so simple that his saddest moment was simply not being able to eat fresh raspberries in winter. I was once immersed in this pure happiness, until I saw the gears of fate crush his innocence. He carried his innate kindness into a destiny that even the gods lamented. I've always loved the place where the little fox was born, "Jade Sleep Lake"—three beautiful characters. But I didn't know why it was called that. Later, I found the answer in the lyrics of the film "A Child Like a Fox," written for me by the director, and in the song "Jade Sleep," written for Liu Yuning: "In ripples, jade sleeps," "Gentle repayment, like jade sleeping." A virtuous person is kind, gentle as jade, repaying with gentleness. Ah, little fox.
Then, the world darkened, and I became a blind spirit.
I began to have human senses and emotions. Without sight, he required me to feel the shape of the wind, the scratches on the wall, the holes in the rag doll, hear the sobbing across the way, and the New Year's Eve fireworks and snow outside the window. When I played him, my heart was at peace. He made me believe that if there is light within, it can truly illuminate darkness and chaos.
And the most exhilarating moment was probably when I was the puppet spirit created. Many people liked him, and I liked him too. He was like a joyful note leaping from the spirit's heart, retaining innocence while filtering out all the cruel marks of time. Playing him was a rare respite between those heavy and oppressive scenes. Every day when I saw the call sheet for a spirit role, I couldn't help but smile, humming a song as I jumped into the car to get dressed. If there really were magic to tailor silk, I think everyone would want to preserve the most precious moments of their lives.
But with lightness comes heaviness. Soon, I will become the Dragon God.
The name of the Dragon God is a lonely, snow-capped mountain. He possessed a supreme divine position, yet also carried a heavy burden of shackles. When playing him, my body always felt heavy, and my voice became weak when delivering lines, as if something was always gripping my heart. Sometimes I joked, "I know, it's Jikan. It will eventually devour me, but it also loves me, trying its best to save me."
Jikan's coldness was like the ultimate stillness, a sigh without echo, an empty valley without flowers or color. To interpret him, one needed to empty oneself, detach from all outward emotions, and let the performance become an almost nihilistic existence. Not sadness, not pain, but nothingness. Nothing at all, wanting nothing, only wanting to return to the past, to the carefree days of youth, opening my eyes to the scorching summer sun and cicada chirps, the wind and snow far away, the cruelty of fate far away.
Finally, there's the Source of the Calamity. Everything seemed to have returned to its starting point. He too was born blind, but compared to the innocent and passionate little fox, he was like a timid flame, afraid to even shine too brightly in the darkness. He was cowardly, always wanting to hide, hiding behind his parents, hiding behind his brother. The only time he dared to be brave was when he said to his brother, "Brother, just let me die. I've already dragged this family down."
A person with six faces, shuttling between them. During the more than one hundred days on set, today I was a lively puppet spirit, tomorrow I would sink into the eternal solitude of the Dragon God; just moments ago I was floating in the desolate void, the next moment I would ignite the dying flame in Yuan Xizai's eyes. My emotions seemed to be divided into six rooms, each day requiring me to precisely open a different door.
On the day filming wrapped, when I removed my headdress for the last time and looked in the mirror, finally seeing only Tian Jiarui, a tremendous weariness and fulfillment washed over me simultaneously. I knew that each of them had a small piece of their soul forever residing within my body. A spirit.
A few days ago, I happened to be filming a scene in the Aodeng tribe again, and I retraced the route from the scenes I remembered. During breaks, I sat by the water, lost in thought, skipping stones a few times. But there were no more dew-covered clothes, no more snow-covered thatched huts, no more campfires, no more bleating lambs.
Only me remained. But I was no longer full of life.
Thank you "The Legend of Moon Scales," thank you Youku, for allowing me to experience such a luxurious acting training. Thank you to the director and crew, for accompanying me through the ups and downs of six roles, building this magnificent and believable world for everyone. And thank you to all the viewers who entered this story, thank you for seeing the pain and happiness of the spirit, for understanding the greatness and sorrow of the Dragon God, for loving the innocence and weakness of the little wooden puppet and the source of the disaster, and perhaps, for pausing quietly for a moment before that lonely snowfield called Jikan, letting out a small sigh.
The road ahead is long. Like a fox, I will carry the innocent heart I had by Jade Sleep Lake and continue on my journey. "I want wildflowers to bloom throughout this world."
I believe that one night, as you look up at the moon and the night wind carries the dampness of the distant lake, a melody will surely resonate in your hearts, reminding you of them, of them. I will also remember that little fox, who, in his short life, taught me just how great a kind, ordinary person can be.
Don't be sad, don't cry, I will always be with you. With you.
Goodbye.
#MoonScaleChronicleFinale# #MoonScaleChronicle#
Rui posted the finale farewell message in his weibo. 😭😭
https://weibo.com/5417371966/QCgubnXTA
📌 The text is in spoiler tag.
Just wanted to congratulate ju jingyi and miju 💗💗 she is THE actress at present in C-ent. Hoping this continues and she receives all the love.
Lu Wu Yi's statistics are insane🔥🔥🔥🔥
Top results 🥇 for this JuJingyi Top 1 rankings in various categories:
🏆 Top 1: Most popular character on Douyin
Over 8.1 billion views
🏆 Top 1: Most popular character on Huanwang
(TV rating analysis platform)
🏆 Top 1: Most popular character within the 👖Youku app. It's more than 200M. That's huge. 👏🏻👏🏻
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity index from DataWin
(China's most influential trending index)
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity index from currently airing series (Vlinkage/Maoyan)
🏆 Top 1: Character popularity on Weibo
Over 10 billion views
🏆 Top 1 views in the Red Book (Xiaohongshu) surpassing 1.12 billion views is a very high record for a single character!
Tian jia rui with ju jingyi
No love triangles, both have heartwarming love stories.
Happy ending. 💗