Chapter 209 It’s such a good day

Chapter 209 It’s such a good day

“Lao Gu, Shaogong, walk slowly!”

Fang Yan sent Gu Hua and Han Shaogong out of the guest house and waved goodbye. Guo Baochang also stood at the door and watched them off. Watching their backs drifting away, they then looked up to the sky.

"Teacher Fang, maybe we came at the wrong time."

"Why do you say that?"

Fang Yan looked at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly realized.

“The road to the Miao Village is already difficult to walk. If it rains, it will be even more difficult.” Guo Baochang’s face was full of worry.

"The equipment is all put in the jeep, and Director Guo will protect you."

Fang Yan said that the rest of the crew sat in the back of the truck.

Guo Baochang said: "Teacher Fang, why don't you and Xiaotou also get on the jeep?"

"Treat everyone equally."

Fang Yan added, placing the Chinese pastoral dog who plays the "second child" and the dog trainer in the jeep.

“That’s it!”

Guo Baochang’s eyes were full of admiration, “I hope it won’t rain when we set off.”

However, God was not kind to us. .

When we set off from Star City, it rained heavily.

Fortunately, the rain stopped when we arrived in Suining.

I thought it was the end, but I didn’t expect it to be a new beginning.

The sky is getting darker and hazy.

The drizzle is endless and pattering.

The flaming enthusiasm of everyone was extinguished bit by bit by the rain, and a feeling of "unsuccessful success" lingered in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the carriage became solemn and depressing.

Everyone who was talking and laughing just now fell silent.

Gong Tie and Li Mingqi were standing next to each other, their bodies swaying with the bumps of the truck. Just when they were thinking about how to boost their morale, they suddenly heard a voice in dialect:
< br>“It’s a nice day.”

"We are back at the right time."

All of a sudden, eyes focused on Fang Yan.

Zhang Junzhao wondered: "Teacher Fang, why do you think so?"

Fang Yan did not answer and asked: "Yimou, how did we plan to film "The Man and the Dog in the Mountain"? "?"

Zhang Yimou didn't even think about it, "We need to incorporate emotions into the colors and pictures, and we need to capture the greenery in western Hunan."

"So, is there any way you can make the mountains, rivers and trees greener and highlight the greenness?"

Fang Yan looked around.

Zhang Yimou, Huo Jianqi and others fell into deep thought. This was also one of the biggest problems facing the film crew.

The camera brought this time is already the best equipment in the Guixi Factory, but the quality of the pictures taken can only be regarded as mediocre.

In this case, the contrast of the colors will be weakened, and the final effect of the movie screen will be greatly compromised.

"Teacher Fang, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhang Yimou shook his head.

"There is no good way, but there is a simple way."

Fang Yan said quietly: "It is to make good use of the rainy days. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new."

Okay, why did Teacher Fang suddenly read poetry?

Zhang Junzhao couldn't help but think of his classmate, Brother Chen Kai. Whenever this kid wanted to make something mysterious, he would recite a poem.

“Yes, how could I forget this!”

Zhang Yimou slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly.

As an artist, Huo Jianqi came to his senses for the second time, "After it rains, the greenery of the mountains and rivers will be more visually lush."

Zhang Junzhao and others also suddenly realized, and their depressed mood changed. Sweeping away the light, a feeling of clearing away the clouds and seeing the sun arises spontaneously.

"Do you think this is bad weather or good weather now?" Fang Yan glanced around with a smile.

“What a wonderful weather!”

“The location is favorable, the people are there, and now the weather has come!”

The extinguished enthusiasm of everyone was rekindled. .

“Everything has two sides. It may be bad weather for driving, but it is good weather for the next shooting.”

Fang Yan said with a smile: "Our luck lies behind us!"

"Teacher Fang is right!"

Everyone was in high spirits, and the discussion rang out in the carriage again.

Based on the dialect, Zhang Yimou even proposed the idea of ​​filming after the foggy days cleared.

The sound became more and more noisy, and laughter broke out from time to time, gradually covering up the sound of rain outside the car.

Seeing Fang Yan boosting his morale, Gong Qian held his cheeks in his hands and raised the corners of his mouth involuntarily.

Suddenly I felt that it was raining well! The weather is so nice!

………………

When the rain stopped, the motorcade was almost at its destination, the Dayuan Ancient Miao Village in Suining, facing south and north.

It is built against Qinglong Mountain, with jade and water.

There are cellar houses in the village that look like courtyards, hidden among the green mountains and green waters.

The Tonggu stone road connecting every house was washed smooth and translucent because of this rain. Gong Zhen got out of the car and stretched his waist.

You can feel the fresh air every time you breathe.

The vegetation after the rain is eye-catching and green.

At this moment, Zhang Yimou was moving the equipment and said:

"Director Guo, Teacher Fang just discussed with us in the car and planned to advance the scene of meeting in the rice field."
< br>"Why did the shooting plan suddenly change?"

After hearing the reasons, Guo Baochang agreed without hesitation.

The scene where the Dong girl and the village postman and his son met in the green rice fields was moved to the first day of filming.

"Don't be anxious, let's settle down first."

Fang Yan held up his hand, holding a large, washed black pot.

Chen Daoming said curiously: "On the way just now, I wanted to ask, why do you need to borrow a pot from the Xiangnan Factory?"

"You will know in a moment."
< br>Zhang Junzhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "These are the lessons learned from people who have been through this."

Gong Qian was puzzled, but when he walked into the village and saw strings of bright red peppers hanging on every house, he immediately understood.

The folks are hospitable and full of enthusiasm. They have prepared Baogu shochu and red and spicy snacks early.

"Teacher Fang, what is this?"

Gong Qie looked at a plate of red and green dishes curiously.

“This is called ‘Leibo Lazi’.”

The dialect said: "Put the green pepper and red pepper into a red fire until cooked, then put them into a mortar, mash them together with garlic seeds and shredded ginger, add some vinegar and salt, mix well, spicy, garlic, ginger. The smell and vinegar taste are all present. Come and have a taste.”

Just listening to the manufacturing process, Chen Daoming broke out in sweat on his forehead. After taking a bite, his voice felt like it was being roasted. Same.

Not waiting for him to recover, the villagers grinned and toasted with bowls in their hands.

Chen Daoming couldn't bear to refuse and drank it all in one gulp.

The strong alcohol entered the throat, and coupled with the spiciness that had not subsided before, a wave of hot air rushed up, and he was sweating profusely. A wave of hot air rushed down, and the anus tightened.

"Tao Ming, do you understand now?"

Fang Yan looked at him and couldn't help but recall the time when he created "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog" here, and his chrysanthemums tightened.

"Ming, I understand, hiss, so... so spicy..."

Chen Daoming was so spicy that he could hardly speak, and sweat flowed into his eyes.

“There are many people on the crew who don’t eat chili peppers like you and me.”

The dialect said that the pots used by the villagers to stir-fry were all spicy, so the crew had to prepare one themselves, and then hired someone from the village who could cook without adding spicy food to work as a part-time chef and be responsible for the crew's three meals a day.

When Gong Zhen heard this, he glanced around.

Seeing that the villagers still thought it was not spicy enough, they simply pulled a few dried chili peppers from the chili skewers, sipped wine and vegetables, and then took a bite of dried chili peppers. It looked both comfortable and enjoyable.

The child drank a mouthful of vegetable soup with red pepper, which made him cry and sweat. The mother blew on the child's mouth and said: "Don't cry, don't cry, my baby." How good you are, your hair will grow longer after eating red pepper, and you will grow taller and fatter..."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Are you used to it?"

Gong Qie picked up a pickle and said, "I'm used to it. It's delicious."

"I saw in Guixi that you can eat spicy food, but I didn't expect that you can eat spicy food so well." Fang Yan was greatly surprised. road.

“I don’t know if it’s because I’m born with it, or if I’m used to it during my years working in the queue in western Gansu.”

“Do you know, in southern Hunan we care about girls like this who can eat spicy food? They are all called 'hot girls'."

"Hot girls?"

Gong Yan's face, which was already red from drinking, became even redder, like strings of red peppers.

Li Mingqi asked with concern: "Why is your face so red all of a sudden?"

"I don't drink well, and my face turns red when I drink."

Gong Xie thought of the hospitable folks. They were going to toast later, looking embarrassed.

“Then you drink this, this is called ‘Wubaxiao’.”

Dialects say this is a self-made health drink of the Miao people and a sour soup that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Under his gaze, Gong Zhen took a small bite. The sour and spicy taste entered his throat, and a warm current flowed into his heart, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Fang Yan said: "How is it, can you bear it?"

Gong Qie was surprised and happy: "Well, it feels almost like eating the sour food in Guixi."
< br>"Teacher Fang, why didn't you tell me earlier..."

Chen Daoming said in a faint tone.

While they were talking, the villagers swarmed over holding wine bowls, singing Miao songs and inviting the guests to drink.

With the shout of "Cheers", cups and bowls made the sound of collision.

After taking a sip of the sour soup, Gong Qian felt warm all over his body.

Looking at the dialect blending into the villagers with wine, chatting and laughing, my eyes gradually became blurred, and I couldn't help but wonder.

Why am I drunk after just one glass of wine?

In such a banquet, the guests are happy and the drunkenness is even stronger.

The sky is getting dark, and every house lights up lights. It is sunny after the rain, the autumn air is crisp, and the cool breeze is blowing. It is such a good day.

(End of this chapter)