Chapter 210 Good luck lies ahead
The next day, the sun was in the sky.
Gong Chou put on the costume of a "Dong girl" and a ponytail hat. She saw herself in the small mirror with a bare face, a slight frown between her brows, tension written on her face, and she kept taking deep breaths.
My role was moved forward to the first day of filming.
Although she doesn’t have many lines or roles, Gong Xie, who has acted in many dramas, is still nervous because she plays every scene as if it is her last. Every time she encounters this kind of If the situation arises, they will naturally start to stand up.
After standing there for a while, my heart gradually returned to calm.
Then, he picked up the bamboo basket as a prop and walked out.
In the yard, pieces of equipment were being loaded onto the jeep, and the crew also boarded the back of the truck one after another.
“Good morning, Teacher Fang.”
“Good morning.”
Fang Yan shifted his gaze from "The Farewell of Huang Feihong" in his hand to Gong Xie.
A braid is placed on a collarless plain short sleeve, and the Dong pleated skirt on the lower body covers the knees, but exposes the slender calves. The whole person is very slender and pretty!
At this time, she took out the script from the bamboo basket, sat directly opposite her, and quietly reviewed it.
Even if there are constant bumps along the way, I can still close my eyes and meditate on the details of the character.
The mountains are high, the valleys are secluded, the streams are densely covered, the scenery is beautiful, and the green rice fields come into view.
When rain falls in the fields, it turns into rain, but when it falls on the dirt road, it turns into mud, with potholes and bumps. The road surface is slippery, and it is easy to fall down if you are not careful.
The rain boots that Fang Yan wore had mud spots on them.
“We will shoot this place once in the morning and once in the evening.”
“We must make good use of the glow of the setting sun. The whole picture will be orange-yellow by then...”
"Yes, long lens, one shot to the end!"
Zhang Junzhao and Zhang Yimou faced the entire crew and explained their upcoming arrangements. There would be no so-called worship ceremony and filming would begin directly.
Fang Yan had nothing to do, sitting in the jeep and continuing to read "The Farewell of Huang Feihong".
The author of this book is Huang Feihong’s disciple, Zhu Yuzhai.
Beginning serialization in newspapers in 1933, the series was later collected and published.
The entire book introduces Huang Feihong’s legendary life in detail, highlighting his superb martial arts and heroic spirit of chivalry. By the way, it also introduces Huang Feihong’s father Huang Qiying, master Lin Fucheng, and apprentices Liang Kuan and Lin Shirong. and anecdotes about many martial artists.
But how much of it is true and how much of it is false is unknown.
As I flipped through the pages, I heard "Very good, keep one" and "Very good, keep one more" coming from outside the car.
For the first shot of the film, which is also the core scene that best highlights the color aesthetics of the entire film, Zhang Yimou and others strived for perfection.
If it were not for the cost of the film, I would probably have to shout "guaranteed one" seven or eight times.
“Okay! Just keep shooting like this!”
The shooting started smoothly, which boosted everyone's confidence.
Gradually, the entire crew got along better and better.
However, just when everything was going well, there was a sudden exclamation, "No, Dao Ming and Gong Qie fell down!"
Hearing the noisy movement, Fang Yan Put down the book and immediately ran from the car to the scene.
I saw Gong Qie being helped up, with mud on his face, abrasions on his arms, and bloody cuts from pebbles.
Chen Daoming was similar, but the two of them didn't care about their injuries at first, but they were both concerned about their faces.
"It's okay to scratch my hand. My face is not hurt, right?"
"No, it's just a little muddy."
Everyone thought they were afraid. Their faces were broken, but they didn't expect their answers to be surprisingly consistent.
“Fortunately, it will not delay the filming and will not affect the shooting.”
Gong Zhen ignored the fact that his arm was bleeding and felt relieved in his heart.
Fang Yan smiled knowingly when he heard that they were worried that facial injuries would affect the shooting effect and work progress.
Guo Baochang looked at the two of them with admiration and asked someone to quickly get water to clean their wounds.
Actors these days are not like the idols of later generations, who just scratched their skin and yelled to go to the hospital. If it is later, the wound will be healed.
The crew did not deliberately circle around them, but moved the equipment in an orderly manner, preparing to set off to the next shooting location.
Gong Zhen stood by the roadside, treating the wound silently.
Fang Yan handed over his handkerchief.
"Teacher Fang, I'm fine."
Gong Qie waved his hand and said that when he jumped in the queue to go to the countryside, it was common for him to wear out the skin on his shoulders and hands.
This kind of scratched arm is even more common.
"You should wipe that face."
Fang Yan pointed at her mud-stained face.
"Teacher Fang, I..."
Under his gaze, Gong Qie could not refuse, "I will wash the handkerchief and return it to you."
< br>“This is not urgent.”
Fang Yan looked at the blood on her arm.
“It’s just a minor injury, I’ll be fine in a while.”
Gong Qie showed it to him without hesitation.
Fang Yan said: "I have heard a saying that if a small injury blocks a big injury, you will be blessed in the future."
"Ala Ye also said this, if you suffer a small injury A little blood would be enough to end the disaster.”
Gong Qian wiped the mud off his face and smiled brightly.
"Your luck lies ahead."
Fang Yan also laughed.
"Teacher Fang, I have something to ask you."
Gong Yue said that he has some acting problems and hopes to get his guidance. It is best to find a time to be alone. Have a chat.
"Of course, no problem, welcome anytime."
Looking at each other, laughter echoed in the rice fields.
A breeze blew gently, and the rice ears were dancing gracefully, and the rice waves were undulating, one high and one low.
From morning to night, after a day of shooting, the film crew returned to the Miao Village tired but excited. Along the way, Guo Baochang praised endlessly, sometimes praising Zhang Yimou's photography, sometimes exaggerating Jun Zhao's direction.
The most praised ones are Gong Qie and Chen Daoming, who left the deepest impression on the entire crew. They are young and very dedicated.
"These are all good actors, and they will definitely achieve great success in the future!"
"Yes, for actors like this, there is no need to worry about becoming great talents."
Dialect Bian As he walked, he said, "Their luck lies behind them."
"That's right!"
"What do you think Tao Ming said when he fell down?"
Guo Baochang said: "He said that he should leave more mud on his pants, as this is what a rural postal worker should do when he is on the road. He also said Just design another scene where you fall, so you don’t let yourself fall in vain.”
Fang Yan said: "I'm thinking about whether I should reward them with a reward?"
"In my opinion, why not open a small stove and make some midnight snacks?"
Guo Baochang My eyes lit up, "But what should I do?"
"The folks have sweet potatoes, cured fish, and bacon at home. Ask them to buy some sweet potatoes." Fang Yan said, "Get another piece of bacon, and let's have a scallion roast tonight."
Guo Baochang nodded, I am going to have people go and invite the villagers who are part-time chefs from their homes.
“Don’t bother the folks, I’ll do it!”
“Just find me a helper to add fuel to the fire.”
Fang Yan smiled , studying with Wang Zengqi, in addition to prose, I also learned a few home-cooked dishes, such as fried bacon with green onions.
"You are a big eater, they are in for a treat now."
Guo Baochang said: "When the time comes, leave a bite for me too."
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When the news that Fang Yan was going to cook in person reached Gong Qian’s ears, she was so surprised that she blinked and said:
“Director Guo, is Teacher Fang the only one in the kitchen? ”
"Yeah, but I have to find someone to help Teacher Fang add firewood to light the fire."
Guo Baochang said: "I'm worried that he won't be used to using the wood stove. It's a pity that I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time, otherwise I would Just go.”
“I’ll go!”
Gong Qie volunteered and took this opportunity to ask him about acting.
“You?”
Guo Baochang couldn't help being surprised.
“I did this when I was working in the countryside.”
Gong Qie took the initiative to ask for a job and came to Zaowu.
I saw that the four walls were completely black with smoke.
On the wood stove, there are bottles and jars of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
Located directly in front of the stove mouth, one meter away from the mouth of the stove, is a place where firewood is piled. Near the stove are several fire-making utensils, such as a fire blower, a fire stick, a fire tong...
Lighting up a fire is a matter of It is a troublesome and skillful job, including lighting fire, adding firewood, fiddling, blowing, and dredging, all of which require knowledge.
Both cooking in the pot and adding firewood to the stove, there are always times when the connection is not good.
If the firewood cannot be connected to the fire, the open flame will naturally go out.
At this time, it is best for someone to sit in front of the stove door and add wood to the fire.
At this moment, Fang Yan was holding a fire blower, reaching into the stove, blowing again and again toward the half-dark firewood.
Amidst the blowing sound, the firewood started to crackle again, followed by bursts of coughing.
"Teacher Fang!"
Gong Qie walked to his side and called softly.
“Ahem, you, what are you, cough, here you come.”
Fang Yan was choked by the thick smoke and coughed.
There is still a black mark of the fire blower on the mouth.
Gong Xie chuckled, "I'll help you light the fire."
"No, no, no, the fire has already been lit."
Fang Yan shook his head helplessly. After rain, the firewood got damp and would go out easily, and had to be rekindled with a blower.
"Look at your blowing, your face is covered with ashes."
"Where?"
"There."
Gong Qie looked at his cat-like face , smiling eyes.
“Here?”
Fang Yan raised his arm and wiped his face.
“Pfft, there!”
Gong Qie pointed to the left half of his face.
“Is there any more?”
Fang Yan wanted to lift up his clothes and wipe his face.
"You can't wipe it clean like this, use this to wipe your face."
Gong Chou handed over the handkerchief with a smile.
"The handkerchief dries so quickly..."
Fang Yan took it, "Hey, this doesn't seem to be mine."
"It's mine."< br>
Gong Zhen grabbed the fire blower, turned his back to him, and squatted down, as if his whole face was buried in the blower.
The entire stove suddenly became quiet, with only the crackling sound of the firewood in the stove.
Smoky and hazy.
In the dead of night, there is a blazing fire.
(End of this chapter)