In the early morning, the sun shines on the bare branches.
The first time Gong Ce went out, he did not go to the crew of "Farewell My Concubine" as usual.
But he came to Capital International Airport abnormally. This time he did not come to pick up Zhang Guorong, but his own man.
Fang Yan carried the suitcase and exhaled a wisp of white air. He walked out of the airport and saw Gong Ce not far away, wearing a knitted hat and a thick pure white down jacket. In the cold wind, it was like a plum blossom proud of snow, with a smile on his face and waving his hands.
The two of them looked at each other, and everything was silent.
When you get into the car, the heating blew, causing the temperature in the car to gradually increase.
Fang Yan and Gong Ce kept warm for a while, and were not in a hurry to drive, and slowly spoke: "Guo Rong has joined the crew, right?"
"It's been a week since."
Gong Ce unscrewed the thermos and handed it over.
Fang Yan glanced at the dates and wolfberry floating on the hot water, "How is it, is he still adapting to the environment of Yanjing?"
"It's good. You don't know him. He has no airs, never picky, and he studies very hard and serious."
Gong Ce said that with his performance this week, he has won the respect and likes of the entire crew, especially the Peking Opera teacher invited.
The three hours of makeup on Zhang Guorong, there was no complaint. The most interesting thing was that he didn't raise his eyes much after dressing up, and his eyes were just hanging. Originally, the makeup and head of Peking Opera were slightly raised, but he didn't have to raise his head like this to achieve the effect of being charming.
"Even Mr. Chen and Master Jiu praised them as rare good seedlings, but unfortunately they missed the best opportunity to learn Peking Opera."
Hearing this, Fang Yan smiled. After all, this was the only candidate for "Cheng Dieyi" that Li Bihua chose. "Where are the others? Did Jiang Wen's thorn head cause trouble for you?" "No." Gong Qing smiled. "That's good. If he dares to whine like in the crew of "Red Sorghum", you can just call me my name."
The tone of the dialect is a bit playful.
The two of them talked and laughed, and the car began to slowly drive away from the Capital International Airport.
"Mr. Chen, Director Wu and others discussed it. When you come back, you will be planning to hold a crew reading meeting."
Gong said, "Let you, the chief screenwriter and original author, tell you a good talk about "Farewell My Concubine"."
Fang Yan pondered for a moment, "Then it will be three days later."
Gong Zhi was surprised, "Will this be too fast?!"
"No need to let all the crew attend the crew's reading meeting."
Fang Yan said, "For example, Guorong, how long does it take for him to learn Mandarin and Peking Opera performances?"
Gong Zhi replied, "Teacher Shi and the others said it will take about two or three months."
"This time can be done to make the scenes of Duan Xiaolou and Cheng Dieyi during his youth learning, right?"
Fang Yan looked up at the gloomy sky, "You can't miss a heavy snow this year."
Gong Ce suddenly realized that the plays during the "Farewell My Concubine" during the teenager's art learning period were basically winter scenes. "That's right, then, the scope of the first script reading session will be narrowed to this part of the play."
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The next day, Fang Yan followed Gong Ce to the crew of "Farewell My Concubine".
When Mo Shen, who was in charge of the screenwriter team and Zhang Yimou, who was in charge of the photography team, walked up with enthusiasm on his face. "Congratulations, I heard that your "Red Sorghum" has applied to participate in next year's Berlin Film Festival?"
Look left and right. "It's all for Teacher Fang." Zhang Yimou grinned. If Fang Yan hadn't personally ordered the general, he would have been on the bench at Guixi Factory. Of course, starting with a photography assistant, it would have been nothing bad for him, but the director was even more broad-minded for him.
"This time in "Farewell My Concubine", I'll help Director Gong." Fang Yan smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, maybe this movie will give you the opportunity to participate in the Cannes Film Festival."
"I'll wait for this day!"
Zhang Yimou was excited, and then he became a tour guide with Mo Shen and walked around the crew with Fang Yan.
Fang Yan met Ge You, Chen Huaiai, Lu Qi and others, and quickly turned his attention to the child actors.
"This is the young actor who plays the young man Cheng Dieyi." Gong Ce briefly introduced.
Fang Yan was surprised, "I look a little like Guorong."
Gong E smiled proudly, "We spent a lot of time on these young actors. According to the photos of Guorong and Jiang Wen when they were young, they selected from several provinces and cities, and finally found such a group of young actors suitable for children in the acting troupe."
Fang Yan glanced around and his attention quickly fell on the woman sitting in the corner holding the script.
"She is Jiang Wenli, and she is a student of Beijing Film Academy."
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Gong Ce said that Jiang Wenli was assigned to work in a water plant after graduation, and later applied to the performance department of Beijing Film Academy. "Hello Director Gong, hello Fang...Hello Teacher Fang." Jiang Wenli stood up, her heart pounding.
"Don't be nervous, are you a freshman in Beijing Television's freshman?"
Fang Yan originally intended to let Li Zhi play "Cheng Dieyi's mother", but now compared with Jiang Wenli, although Jiang Wenli looks a little immature, she does have a lingering vulgarity that Li Zhi does not have. As her eyes flutter, she has a bit of charming beauty. "Yes, I was lucky enough to be selected by Director Gong, Old Chen, and Director Zhang." Jiang Wenli said hesitantly: "I haven't been admitted for a long time and have no experience in acting..."
"It's not entirely a bad thing to learn less, but a piece of white paper is better to trace."
Fang Yan immediately asked about her understanding of the character "Cheng Dieyi's mother".
"I think although she is a female partner, she entrusted her to the opera troupe to give everything to the theater troupe in order to find a future for her son." Jiang Wenli said it all out.
Fang Yan asked: "Then you interpret it, what should you ask the old headmaster to accept Cheng Dieyi?"
Jiang Wenli thought for a moment, then said it according to the lines in the script, and kneeled down without hesitation.
However, my knees had just bent, but I was helped by Fang Yanxu, "This is wrong to seek the Dharma."
"No?!"
Seeing Jiang Wenli's confused look, Gong Ci smiled but said nothing.
Fang Yan said: "Being a mother is tough. Even a kiln sister will try every means to use what she is best at and can give the most. Therefore, when asking for help, whether it is movement or eyes, she must perform both pleading and charm."
Jiang Wenli seemed to be enlightened, looking at him eagerly, as if she was saying that there was still something below?
The dialect did not hide it, and directly guided it. When Cheng Dieyi's mother learned that her child could not enter the opera troupe to learn opera because of six fingers, she softened her body and "kneeled to the sky" with the flow. Then her head slightly tilted, revealing the delicate neck, and slowly glanced up from the ground, giving people a visual effect of "at the mercy of others".
Although he was flattering on his face, he showed a hint of stubbornness and scheming in his eyes.
Because flattery is out of seeking others and professional habits, while stubbornness is out of a mother's love for her children. "Okay! That's great!" Zhang Yimou, Mo Shen and others' eyes lit up, and a woman who was both a kiln sister and a mother in the old society gradually emerged in her mind.
At this time, she was ready to win a good future for her children and was willing to pay any price.
Jiang Wenli also made it clear at one point. After trying it several times under the guidance of the dialect, she quickly interpreted the classic "Farewell My Concubine".
Gong E, Chen Huaiai and others saw it and enjoyed it. As expected, there was a dialect in the crew, and the filming of the movie would be twice the result with half the effort!
The only problem now is, when will the snow fall? (This chapter ends)