Chapter 9 Can You Play the Erhu
In the past few days, Zhang Yimou has been troubled by the role of Chen Feipu. While he was looking for connections to help with the coal mine art troupe, he was also looking for candidate actors to make preparations.
Gong Li mentioned Chen Feipu just now, which indeed made Zhang Yimou think a little bit. The external conditions of this young man in black are indeed suitable for the role of Chen Feipu.
Seeing Zhang Yimou in a daze, Gong Li said to him, "I just saw him moving boxes with Liu Qing from the location production team. He might be from the location production team."
Liu Qing is The scenery maker is an old man. He was there when "Ju Dou" was filmed, so Gong Li knew him.
Zhang Yimou nodded. There were many young people in the filming crew. It was normal for some of them he had never seen before.
Just then Liu Qing came out after moving the boxes, and Zhang Yimou called him out, "Master Liu."
Liu Qing turned around and walked this way. When he arrived, he smiled. Asked, "Director Zhang, what are your orders?"
"Who is the young man in black clothes who moved the boxes with you just now? He looks unfamiliar."
"In black clothes... ..." Liu Qing frowned, recalling who was wearing black clothes today.
He Saifei smiled and added, "He is the thin, tall one with a pretty smile."
Hearing this description, Liu Qing suddenly understood, "It's Zhou Yan he's talking about. The soundtrack assistant was sent here by Teacher Zhao. He has been here for a while. I drove him over last time when I went to Yanjing to carry gauze and wood."
"Oh, that's him." Zhang Yimou suddenly realized that he remembered that there was such a person, "Okay, there is nothing else, Master Liu, you can go and get busy."
Liu Qing did not leave immediately, he said with a smile, "Zhou Yan, this guy is quite good." Yes, a top student from Yangyin is not only sincere but also lively.”
Zhang Yimou nodded with a smile, “I understand”
Liu Qing then left with a smile.
Looking at Liu Qing's back, Zhang Yimou smiled again. He didn't know whether Zhou Yan was sincere, but he must be lively enough. Otherwise, Liu Qing had only known him for a month and would not have taken the initiative to say nice things to him. .
As for Zhou Yan, Zhang Yimou just asked casually and had no other plans for the time being. Although Zhou Yan's appearance fits the role of Chen Feipu, he is a student after all and is not suitable.
......
Zhou Yan just saw Zhang Yimou standing with Gong Li and the others. The scene was so noisy today that he couldn't go up to say hello.
After working outside for a long time, Zhou Yan returned to the dormitory. His new roommate, He Wuming, had changed into a gray gown and was sitting on the bench holding a book and reading.
Zhou Yan secretly gave a thumbs up. He Wuming is really classy. He doesn't look like he was born in 1990, but rather like he was born in 1909. If he were thrown into the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, there would be no sense of disobedience at all.
Hearing the noise, He Wuming raised his head and glanced, and then said softly, "I'm back."
In an instant, Zhou Yan had a bunch of goosebumps on his body, and he suddenly remembered his wife in the TV series The tone of greeting her husband who came home from get off work was the same as He Wuming's tone just now.
"Uh, cough, Teacher He is reading a book." Zhou Yan coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and panic.
He Wuming nodded, "I have nothing to do, just read some books."
If it were someone else, Zhou Yan would definitely ask questions such as "What book are you reading?" and "Is it worth recommending?" so that the talking head It wouldn't fall to the ground, but this time Zhou Yan just said "hmm" from his nose and became silent again.
He Wuming did not take the initiative to speak, and the room suddenly became quiet. Zhou Yan returned to the desk and sat down, checking what he had half-written before. He regretted not writing more in the previous month. Now that He Wuming was here, writing in the dormitory would no longer be so comfortable.
He Wuming's box was placed next to the desk. Zhou Yan looked sideways at the box. He was very curious about this box. The box was not an ordinary shape, it should be specially customized.
I heard someone outside say that the box contained a harp, but Zhou Yan really couldn't tell what kind of harp was inside. The box was too short to hold a serious lyre, and too big to hold a yueqin or a huqin.
Glancing at He Wuming who was still reading a book, Zhou Yan did not ask about Qin and turned to do his own thing seriously. Although he submitted seven novels and still received no reply, Zhou Yan's mentality was still very peaceful. He also knew that submitting novels to magazines in this era is a process of both expectation and suffering.
The mail delivery is too slow, and magazine editors have too much work. Many times, manuscripts are not even rejected, and the submitted manuscripts are like nothing.
......
From the morning until the evening, Zhou Yan and He Wuming did not speak again.
The next morning, Zhou Yan first heard the sound of packing things, and then heard the sound of opening and closing the door. He looked out the window sleepily, and fell back to sleep before it was fully light.
Later he was awakened by the sound of a stringed instrument, and then he heard someone singing "Su San Qi Jie". The voice was clear, but the flavor of Peking Opera was too light, and the pronunciation was a bit Not quite right.
No need to think about it, this must be He Saifei practicing Peking Opera, and the string-stringing sound just now was probably made by He Wuming.
Zhou Yan got up sleepily, got a glass of water, pushed the door open with a toothbrush in his mouth.
He Saifei stood at the gate of Courtyard No. 5, singing "Su San Qi Jie" in a decent manner. He Wuming was holding a Jing Hu and accompanying her. Many people in the courtyard had already gotten up, some were busy with their own affairs, and some were watching He Saifei's opera with great interest.
Although He Saifei's performance is not very good, the crew's life has been too dull in the past month, which can be regarded as adding some spice to the dull life.
Jiang Mengfei in the next room was squatting at the door to eat. When he saw Zhou Yan coming out, he smiled and said, "The door god woke up so early today. Was he awakened by Teacher He's beautiful singing voice?"
< br>Zhou Yan gave Jiang Mengfei a roll of his eyes and ignored him. Jiang Mengfei continued with a smile, "Why does Teacher He's erhu sound weird?"
"It's weird?"
Jiang Mengfei raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I feel that way, but it's not the same as the erhu I heard before."
Zhou Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Because the thing he has on his hand is called Jinghu, not Erhu."
Jiang Mengfei patted his head, "Oh, I almost forgot, the goalkeeper, you are a top student in Yangyin, you can play the Erhu." ”
“First, that thing is Jinghu, and secondly, I’m a composer.”
“So, do you know how to do it?”
“ I can shit.”
After Zhou Yan said this, he went to brush his teeth and wash his face with a basin. Jiang Mengfei, who was eating happily, suddenly became a little hesitant when he sandwiched the noodles.
(End of this chapter)