become famous

The fireworks factory is empty.The ground in the courtyard is paved with cement, and there are some iron factory buildings and warehouses in the distance.On the courtyard wall, there are some majestic advertisements with thousands of horses galloping, saying "the city is bright, made by me", and the pictures are all big fireworks above the high-rise buildings, fully reflecting the aesthetics of the factory.

The milk tea CEO introduced with the gesture of "my journey is the sea of ​​stars" and said: "Our factory is the third largest factory in Liuyang..."

A person next to him sadly said, "It's the fourth largest."

The milk tea CEO was taken aback: "What? That guy..."

"Well. The 4th of last month was the Independence Day of the United States, and the governments of many states bought fireworks from his house."

The CEO of Milk Tea has a bad personality and was very unhappy after hearing this.

He Xiuyi hurriedly comforted: "It's always the top four."

His words had no effect.The CEO of the dark and brawny milk tea was in a depressed mood, and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Forget it, let's shoot."

Zuo Ran nodded: "Okay, thank you."

There are not many scenes in the fireworks factory, basically only the "reform through labor" part.

During the "strike hard" period in 1983, Yu Meili was arrested in the bathhouse.In a bathhouse, the police "fished to enforce the law" and touched Yu Meili with their feet. Yu Meili had been single for a long time, so she took the initiative to sit closer.Yu Meili was sentenced to seven years of labor reform, carrying cement on her shoulders all day long in the fireworks field, and was not released until 1990.

He Xiuyi insisted on using the real "cement", which is the cement now.In the film, "cement" is about [-] catties per bag, and the protagonist needs to carry it back and forth.

Zuo Ran asked: "Can it work?" He Xiuyi is always so beautiful and attractive.

"Okay, why not." He Xiuyi smiled, "If you are carrying something light, your footsteps will show flaws."

"..."

He Xiuyi said: "Zuo Ran, didn't you always demand that 'all the props must be real'? Why did you come to me and change a hundred catties of cement to twenty catties?"

"But you..."

"It's okay, it's really okay. How did you reprimand the art director and props team leader when you found that the pages of the 'Red Book' were all blank? I don't want to be treated differently. Zuo Ran, I really hope, because I met you , I can get better in every aspect, instead of feeling that there is something wrong with me...even for a second. I am not a perfectionist, but the only thing about my relationship with you is that I don't want any flaws. "

Zuo Ran's gaze was as deep as a pool of lake water: "Okay."

However, even though he said "it's okay", He Xiuyi still felt oppressed when a cement bag weighing one hundred catties was hung on his shoulders through thin clothes.

A bit heavy.

"Is it okay?" the crew asked him.

He Xiuyi got used to it: "Okay, no problem."

"No, let's talk."

"It's really okay, no problem, I can shoot normally." Although he is over 30 years old, a hundred catties of cement is still not suitable for He Xiuyi.

After "Action", He Xiuyi stood under the frame of the big truck, and the worker on the frame put "cement" on it for him.

After dozens of short shots, there was a long shot, so He Xiuyi couldn't stop to rest.Long scenes without cuts, when done well, can be some of the most memorable parts of a movie, provided there is a reason to shoot them that way.In this cement-carrying scene, long-term tension can be expressed with a long shot, and He Xiuyi once again feels that Zuo Ran is very talented as a director.

The price of Zuo Ran's completely correct choice is that He Xiuyi is miserable.

Carrying a hundred catties of cement on his shoulders, he stepped forward and walked to the designated place to unload the cement in the distance.

In Hunan in August, the sun is very hot.He Xiuyi's back was covered with sweat, his hair was also wet, and the sweat slid down his cheeks into his collar, making it sticky.The chest and lungs were like a ball of fire, burning his body, causing the blood to boil and evaporate, as if it could break through the skin.

He Xiuyi finally carried the "cement" to the finish line.There was another worker there, who said, "Put it back on the truck!" There is so much labor in the fireworks factory, so these labor camp prisoners repeatedly transported cement back and forth day and night, like Sisyphus in ancient Greek mythology, During the long years, pushing the boulder to the top of the mountain again and again, watching it fall back again and again, the sun and the moon cycle, there is no end, and time and energy are used for futile things.

He Xiuyi performed a numb posture, moved his lower shoulders and neck, rested for a few seconds, and then, under the urging of the other party "don't be lazy", carried the sack that had just been placed on the cement pile to his shoulders again, arched his back and stepped on the ground. Going up the road, walking again seems to be an endless road for Yu Meili.