Chapter 79 079 No roses can be grown in the northwest desert, and the mark of wheat flowers is my most turbulent love.
Of course Fang Minghua didn’t know what was happening in southern Xinjiang thousands of miles away.
Main actors such as Zhu Lin and Li Baotian also rushed to Lijiacun from Yanjing and Rongcheng, and Wu Tianmin started filming immediately.
In Gansu Province in April, although the weather is sometimes a bit cold and occasionally windy and sandy, it feels much better than last winter.
Unlike last time, Fang Minghua spent the whole day hiding on the kang and not wanting to move. He went to the filming location of the crew every day, and sometimes walked around nearby.
Today he was wandering around the village.
What we are shooting now is the scene where Cao Guiying, played by Zhu Lin, is watching the wheat seedlings that are about to be fucked to death in the wheat field.
I saw Zhu Lin wearing a sky blue headscarf and coarse clothes. He carefully pulled out a wheat seedling from the ground, tilted his head and looked at it carefully, and sighed.
“Everyone has his or her destiny, and so does wheat.”
“It has its destiny.”
Fang Minghua stood aside and watched carefully.
He found that Zhu Lin's performance seemed to be better than last winter.
Whether it is subtle expressions or movements, they are more natural.
It seems that Zhu Lin has put in a lot of effort. He probably has been thinking carefully about the plot and the character Cao Guiying in the past six months since he returned.
This is a good point.
Actors in this era, except for a few beautiful actresses who shoot for calendars, do not shoot commercials for publicity, nor do they do any tricks. They just spend a day contemplating the role. As long as you work hard, you will make progress very quickly.
Besides, Zhu Lin is still a newbie in the entertainment industry. People like Liu Xiaoqing, Chen Chong and Gong Xue were asked to shoot the calendar, but it was not her turn.
Fang Minghua found it boring after watching it for a while. He doesn’t plan to be an actor in the future, nor does he plan to be a director and make movies. What’s so interesting about it?
Wu Tianmin is responsible for the quality of the photos.
So I decided to walk around nearby.
Although it is spring in the northwest in April, it is not as beautiful as the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The red willow trees on the Gobi Desert at the head of the village have not yet bloomed, but they are just showing off some new leaves, trying their best to show off their beauty.
He didn't go there today. He just wandered around the wheat fields near the village. The wheat seedlings in the wheat fields were sparse, and the adobe houses next to them were all gray and yellow.
But he was surprised to find that there was a rose on the edge of the yard in front of an adobe house. It was obviously lacking in nutrition and its branches and leaves were very thin.
I guess the roses elsewhere have already bloomed, right?
But this plant doesn’t even have any flowers.
"Xiao Fang, what are you looking at?" Fang Minghua heard someone talking behind him, and when he turned around, it was Zhu Lin.
He didn’t take off his makeup, he was still wearing the same clothes and blue headscarf, and his face was dirty.
Fang Minghua did not answer but asked: "Sister Zhu Lin, have you finished filming?"
"I finished filming the set of shots just now. Now I am filming Brother Li (Li Baotian). There will be more in a while. My group." Zhu Lin explained.
"Sister Zhu Lin, I found that the shots you took today are better than last year, and they fit the characters and the plot better." Fang Minghua said.
"Really?" Zhu Lin pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't say it. When I returned to Chengdu last year, I carefully thought about the role of Cao Guiying every day. Combined with the "release" and "retention" of the performance you talked about that day, I felt that I benefited a lot. "Shallow!"
"Okay, when you finish filming this movie, you will become a big star."
"What big star? I think I'm far behind, Xiaofang. I'll have to rely on your guidance in the future." Zhu Lin said.
This
“Learn from each other, learn from each other.”
The two chatted for a while, and Zhu Lin seemed to remember something: "Ah, I just asked you what you were looking at, and you haven't answered yet. Is it this rose?"
Zhu Lin also saw this full of flowers. A rose suddenly appeared in the small loess courtyard.
"Yes, isn't it strange?" Fang Minghua said.
“Yeah, it’s quite strange.”
“I didn’t expect there to be roses in this place either.” Fang Minghua sighed, and suddenly thought of something he read online before traveling through time, so he said ：
"Someone has said this: Barren land cannot grow roses, only wheat."
"Isn't it right? Xiaofang, isn't this a rose?"
"Do you think it will bloom?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.
"Yes! Definitely!" Zhu Lin said firmly. Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.
"Xiao Fang, I think something is wrong with you!" Zhu Lin said.
“What’s wrong?”
“That sentence you just said!”
“Oh?”
“The rose you have here represents Love, right? You mean that in places where material is scarce, people are just trying to survive and are not worthy of love at all!" Zhu Lin's tone was a little excited and he continued:
"Then let me ask you, in "Into the Dust" you wrote, there is no love between Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying?!"
"Do you think they rely more on family affection or love? ?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Ah? Hey, you Xiaofang, what do you mean?" Zhu Lin was a little confused.
"Haha, I was just thinking wildly. Sister Zhu Lin, don't worry, just play Cao Guiying according to your heart." Fang Minghua explained.
He just thought that someone in later generations said this in a review of the movie "Into the Dust": Roses cannot be grown in the desert of the northwest, and the mark of wheat flowers is my most turbulent love.
It was something he felt, but he didn't expect it to cause Zhu Lin confusion in his mind.
But Zhu Lin seems to still want to talk about this topic.
"Xiao Fang, your novels are so good, you should write a love novel about roses. It will be beautiful when filmed!"
About roses?
The film "Red Rose and White Rose" adapted by Hong Kong director Kwan Kam-peng based on Zhang Ailing's novel of the same name was also nominated for the Berlin International Film Festival's Golden Bear Award, the Bay Area Golden Horse Award for Best Actress, and many other awards.
There is also France's "La Vie en Rose", which tells the ups and downs of the legendary life of French chanson singer Edith Piaf and won an Academy Award.
However, Fang Minghua had no plans to adapt Zhang Ailing's novel into a script now. He looked at Zhu Lin's eager eyes and suddenly saw Secretary Li's donkey tied up next to the crew.
Pointing at the donkey and smiling, he said: "I'm going to write a novel about donkeys."
"What's there to write about donkeys?"
"Last winter, Party Secretary Li told me about a donkey pretending to be a person to receive wages." Fang Minghua briefly told Zhu Lin the story Li Defu told last year.
"This? Is it interesting to write this?" Zhu Lin was a little doubtful.
“Of course it’s interesting!”
“I’m going to name this donkey Donkey Gets Water, and the name of the novel will be “Donkey Gets Water”!”
Anyway Now that he had nothing to do, Fang Minghua told Zhu Lin this story.
“Before liberation, just this place had a few teachers, just three. University teachers with educational dreams came here from big cities to open a school.”
"Although the school's salary is bleak and life here is difficult, the biggest difficulty they face is the lack of water, so they made up a fictional teacher "Lu Deshui" who teaches English and received an extra salary from the local education bureau to improve teaching conditions and teachers. Our lives."
"Until one day."
Fang Minghua compiled it on the spot, but his eloquence was good, and Zhu Lin listened with interest. Until Wu Tianmin shouted with a loudspeaker:
"Zhu Lin, come here quickly, it's time to film your scene!"
"Coming!" Zhu Lin hurriedly replied, and then Fang Minghua said: "Xiao Fang, what you said is really interesting. You can continue to tell me after I finish filming."
"No problem, let's go."
Anyway, I am planning to write this novel.
An idle day is an idle day, so I might as well write another one.
So, while others were filming, he asked Party Secretary Li to buy some manuscript paper from the commune's supply and marketing cooperative, and he lay on the kang and started writing.
Wu Tianmin was quite supportive when he knew about this. He would come to him whenever he needed something and would not let others disturb him when he had nothing to do. However, Zhu Lin often came over to read the manuscripts he had written.
Fortunately, I was just watching carefully and didn't disturb him.
Fang Minghua lived a leisurely life in the remote Northwest.
Little did he know that his article "The Sun Also Rises" had been published in full in "Yanjing Literature and Art" and immediately caused an uproar in the literary world.
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