from the star

Shao Weigan glanced at the news, the murderer of a campus shooting at a university on the west coast of the United States was arrested, and it was only the murderer who was arrested.No one was injured, and the incident ended uneventfully.He sneered, some people really can bribe accomplices no matter what they do, open their joints, and cheat.There are also people who are lucky and coincidentally escape death again and again.The former relies on strength, while the latter should be based on God's mercy.

The day before yesterday, I received a notice from Ling Mu to meet, Shao Wei was not surprised, it should be said that it was exactly what he wanted.He thought, if Ling Qingyuan didn't want to pierce the window paper, let him do it, let Ling Mu know that this son is still "alive".Coincidentally, Ling Daoyuan committed a murder without thinking about it, and did another foolish thing.Taking advantage of this time, Shao Weiqian sent Ling Mu the script of "Mountain", and told him that the crew that was attacked was the eldest son's crew.With these two pieces of news, the old man would come to his door no matter what.

A middle-aged man who has lost his gold and jade coat and an old man whose time has receded with dead branches and leaves meet again, and both of them can read a huge change from each other.

After watching Tan Yue, Mu Deli's director, Ling Qingyuan's posthumous work "Under the Night Sky", Ling Mu came to the agreed coffee shop accompanied by his secretary Li Ya.Seeing him appear, Shao Weiqian immediately got up to greet him.However, the old man made a gesture of refusal, indicating that he does not need help.

"I really didn't expect Qingyuan to have another posthumous work besides "Under the Night Sky". You insist that it is Qingyuan's work, can he continue to create after he leaves, or do you mean that he left countless unfinished symphonies .” Ling Mu sat down and went straight to the topic.

"This is really his work. After two years, the script has been completed, and the filming started." Shao Weiqian thought about it, and in order to adapt to the mentality of the old man, his tone also exuded nostalgic tone, as if he was telling a story about a mutual friend.

"I've read the script, and it's indeed his style." Ling Mu didn't say much, and stopped talking, expressionless.This old man has read far more from scripts than anyone else.Father and son, close relatives who will never understand the different paths of ambition, husband and wife, family members who once loved deeply and had to say goodbye.

Shao Weiqian looked at his face. The health status of this old man with a huge family business has always been concealed from the outside world.However, by virtue of several meetings, he also knew that people who were over sixty years old were going from bad to worse.The elderly father put his last mercy on his arrogant son.Shao Wei pursed his lips dryly, and weighed it up, it was time to drop this blockbuster.

"To tell you the truth, it is not someone else who completed the script and directed this movie." Shao Weiqian took out a photo from his pocket, which Cheng Hebai picked up from his personal file, put it on the table and slowly pushed it in front of Ling Mu: "Yes This young man who met you once, I don't know if you remember, his name is Cheng Hebai."

Ling Mu drooped his eyelids, and glanced at the handsome young man in the color photo.A young man, just the young man who directed his son's posthumous work.He didn't show much enthusiasm, his expression was still cold, and the lines around his eyes were like ravines.

Shao Weiqian narrowed his eyes slightly and flattened the corners of his mouth.It seems to be a smile but not a smile, with a slight expression and a long meaning.Thinking about his Shao family being severely punished for Ling Yuandao's willful behavior and murderous intentions, whether it is a murder charge or investment laundering, everything they encountered was caused by the Ling family.It would be too cheap to want to stay out of it like this.

"Actually, Qingyuan..."

Following Shao Weiqian's narration, the old man's eyes widened.He clenched his right hand tightly to his chest, his face was pale and his back was arched, but he kept looking directly at the middle-aged man across the table.Ling Mu repeated almost stuttering: "This is impossible, this is impossible..."

Secretary Li Ya has been standing by Ling Mu's side and never left. He listened to Shao Weiqian's narration, and his heart was as horrified and unbelievable as the old man on the sofa.He noticed that Ling Mu, a strong man who has been like ice for thousands of years and never changes his color no matter what he encounters, actually put his hands on his chest and looked painful.

Li Ya thought that Ling Mu must have suffered from a chronic illness, and quickly took out the small jar that came with him from his briefcase: "Mr. Ling... medicine..."

"No...it's impossible."

"Yeah, he knows all of this, and it's unbelievable that he's still so calm. But, it's true. This young man is Ling Qingyuan."

"Wei Shao!"

"He knows that everything started with his younger brother. Last summer, he was almost killed. This time he was filming in the West. Why did he happen to be shot by such a coincidence."

One of Li Ya's hands was grasped by the old man's bony hand. The young secretary realized how much impact this incident beyond the scope of common sense had brought to this steel-framed and iron-blooded old man, and almost knocked out his heart. A spider pattern.The young secretary said angrily, "Mr. Shao, please be careful about what you say."

Shao Wei kept on doing one thing, and now that he had opened the skylight, he simply told the truth: "Qingyuan knows, do you still want to cover up for Daoyuan? Your eldest son passed away, and you don't want to lose your second son. No matter whether you pretend to know the truth or not, , Keep silent and protect everything he has done. For the heart of a father, I don’t want to experience giving blacks for nothing again, I understand.

"However, Qing Yuan is still there. He knows everything you have done, and also knows that you have unfairly protected Dao Yuan. How chilling he should be."

Li Yazheng wanted to accuse the surname Shao of talking nonsense, threatening and threatening with lies.He wanted to warn this surnamed Shao that this old man would not allow others to comment on his son's family affairs.At this moment, a dead branch-like hand grabbed his forearm.

The old man's voice passed through the wasteland like the wind, hollow and desolate: "Show him the will I rewrote when I came here."

Li Ya mumbled, nodded, and took out a piece of paper from his bag.Pass it to the person over the table.There were only two written on the paper, and Shao Weigan read it at a glance.

"Is that enough, what you want is in it. You keep it. After I die, if he is really my son as you said, tell him for me and let him live well. If he is you Make up, you can keep it for yourself, and when the dust settles on the day of my death, you should be satisfied."

Ling Mu grabbed the secretary's forearm, stood up with difficulty, moved small steps to leave the seat a little bit: ""Under the Night Sky" was well filmed, Shao Weiqian, I really should go see it. I hope I can live until the release of "Mountain" That day..."

"Shao Weiqian, I'm a... father." The violent cough seemed to penetrate the lobes of the lungs, like a violent sea breeze kicking up a dilapidated sailboat and blowing through the sails.Ling Mu moved his feet, he sarcastically thought that he was a father, and he was a father who couldn't be a father.And "Mountain", the father in this script, is really a good father.

Shao Weiqian hurriedly stood up from his chair and watched the old man leave.After the stumbling figure disappeared, he lowered his head and read the sentences on the white paper word by word.Just two sentences: After I die, all property will be donated, and relatives will be deprived of the right to inherit.After I died, Ling Daoyuan was no longer my son, what he did...

"Mr. Ling, that matter." Li Ya helped the old man to go out, and the unbelievable story that Shao Weiqian narrated just now kept rolling in his mind.

""Mountain" will definitely be a good movie. I'll wait for it to be released. Li Ya, you must remind me when it's released." Ling Mu looked at him and settled down for a moment, then he said awkwardly: "There is one more thing Son, I don't want to make a will. But I want you to do me a favor when I'm behind."

On a university campus in a certain city on the west coast of the United States, "Mountain" was filmed again after a two-day hiatus.

The preliminary findings of the police were that a youth from a newspaper office was carrying a gun and fired at the crowd.The security inspections on the campus have increased, and the answer given by the police is that the perpetrators have been successfully arrested.Fortunately, there were no serious consequences. Occasionally going on fire in this place is commonplace, just like setting off firecrackers.

In the past two days, Tan Yue really punished Ling Qingyuan to death, clearly to keep him from showing his face again.Tan Yue didn't know why he brushed his hair, and said cruel words, saying that if Ling Qingyuan didn't open his mouth or straighten his tongue when talking about big or small things, he would hang this fairy at home every day.

Ling Qingyuan attributed his daughter-in-law's first domestic violence to dissatisfaction with the environment, and knowing that he was wrong, he carried it all through life.But still unrepentant.As for Tan Yue's statement that he was determined not to let him go out, Ling Qingyuan thought it was a different matter and would not obey.As a workaholic who was seriously injured and couldn't get out of the front line, he didn't make the scars all over his body this time - he shouldn't be the only one who blushed.

When everyone saw XX and XX appearing on the set, it was unnaturally embarrassing and they had a feeling that the two were indeed a family.In the summer, a beige long-sleeved shirt fits perfectly, his face is pale and he is struggling to walk, but he doesn't want anyone to help him.The other one was obviously angry and had an unbearable expression on his face, unable to hide his anger.

It was just a "gun issue that came out of other people's news" happened to affect the crew.The director rushed to the ground to save the equipment, so there was no major loss.But these two seem to have fought a decisive battle.

"Tan Yue, you'd better watch today's show once." In front of the crew, Ling Qingyuan said in a calm voice with no expression.

"That would have to be done by a group of baboons," Tan Yue replied.

"It's fine if it's purely an 'emergency'. You expected it in advance, and you didn't say a word, and you were defenseless. Isn't it crazy." Mu Deli moved Ling Qingyuan with an appearance that he knew why he knew what he was doing today. Soft armchair, signaled him to do the symbolic work, the assistant director can leave all the rough and dirty work to him.

"I can't get around it, but I can't predict where the attack will come from in advance. It's just an emergency. I can't control it. I just treat it as if it doesn't exist and do my own thing." Ling Qingyuan sat on the chair His face turned pale, and his tone was not very good:

"I told Tan Yue what to do, can it be avoided. He must stop me, lest I make a mistake and restrict me. I didn't say it in advance, and I admit it if I made a mistake. But I can't allow him to mess around and forbid me to go out."

Mudli bypassed the secretiveness of the two of them, and started to swing the knife again: "It's your fault that you never thought of flattening Ling Daoyuan. In the end, he tortured you hard."

"Oh, Ling Daoyuan. Should I listen to Shao Wei's advice, put my name on my neck, go to see Ling Mu blatantly, tell him that the second son killed me, and give me justice." Ling Qingyuan laughed, and his muscles were a little bit Duo, his waist is sore and his legs are weak, and he feels uncomfortable all over. He smiled a little miserably:

"Funny. It's hard to be free, and there are countless open and secret struggles to get involved with them. In the end, I still want to live and be myself."

Mudli secretly burned incense and wished him a hard life, but Mingli slapped his throat.Seeing that everything was ready and the record was ready to play, the two kept silent and watched the scene.The camera follows Tan Yue, a very long shot.For the first time, Tan Yue's state was obviously not right, he was dull, and he didn't look a little cheerful from the inside when he heard the good news of the founding of the country.

Ling Qingyuan was furious: "Sentimental, I shouldn't have used him." This sentence was heard by the staff who were close, and all of them thought that they could not afford to manage your mess.

He shouted to stop several times with a cold face, and Tan Yue also lost his temper, and the foreign baboons also changed from irregular thermal motion to steady-state extranuclear electronic motion.Almost the seventh time, Ling Qingyuan yelled.After that, several short shots and close-ups were taken, and the dance was finally over.

The group of performers dispersed, and the photographer was going to make up a few scenes.When Tan Yue and Qin Ziyu walked down, they saw Ling Qingyuan's face was livid, his hands were clasped behind his back to protect his waist, and he tried to stand upright: "Tan Yue, your personal conflict with me should not be the reason that affects your acting. The first two I don't need to say anything about your performance."

The distinctive Ling Dao style popped out.Mudli curled his lips, walked backwards and took three steps back.Qin Ziyu next to him unexpectedly heard the young director say Tan Yue in a solemn voice, asking him to apologize to the co-stars and crew for his poor condition.

"I can apologize. Director Cheng has one thing I have to remind you, how important the equipment is, you can buy it again and reshoot if it is gone. And your behavior of concealing the 'situation' regardless of personal safety will bring great losses to the crew. This point Please keep that in mind. Please also apologize for the so-called 'recklessness' the day before yesterday."

Ling Qingyuan said with great confidence that he would never put the safety of equipment ahead of his own safety in the future.He assured the crew that he would film the entire movie with everyone.Tan Yue gritted his teeth thinking that he would not admit the "true" mistake, and evaded the seriousness and leaned over the building.However, Tan Yue also admitted very earnestly that the first duty of an actor is to interpret the role well.

After that, they set off on their return journey.

According to the coordinating arrangement, they should return to Taiping, and immediately switch to location, first filming the part where Fu Yan was criticized for the first time in five or nine years, and sent to receive four years of reeducation through labor.This episode is in the middle and back of the second act, in Ling Qingyuan's plan, plus 10 minutes.

At the airport of Meidi, Tan Yue silently paid out of his own pocket to upgrade himself and Ling Qingyuan, and transferred from business to business.Flying across the ocean is too torturous, and the seat is small and sedentary.Ling Qingyuan believed that he was rich and powerful, and the "contradictions" between the two were here, and it was useless to show affection.

As long as there are people and in public places, the images of these two people are directors and actors with clear boundaries, so serious that they are impartial and selfless, and their relatives do not recognize each other.After all, the airport was a gang operation. Qin Ziyu happened to overheard a conversation between the two of them.

"Is it useful for me to tell you in advance about this matter. I can predict when and when the bullet will be fired or not, can you. Since I can't, what's the use of precautions, do I know it? Besides, I'm the director, so I have to Shooting with the group. Tan Yue, don't be selfish, your behavior has crossed the line."

Qin Ziyu suddenly felt that it might not be a common practice for the crew to encounter a cute gun that they happened to meet on campus and go off.

"As a director, you should put your own safety first. Have you done it? If you haven't done your duty, you have no position to accuse me of crossing the line." Tan Yue retorted, but he took a breath and softened: " I apologize for the emotional impact on the shooting. I promise there will be no future."

As soon as the subject changed, Tan Yue gritted his teeth and wished he could tear him apart: "You also have to promise that you won't, promise, hide anything from me in the future."

Once on the plane, the two privileged classes are kept away from the rest of the masses.Especially when the curtain is drawn, it is isolated from the world.Ling Qingyuan also stopped denouncing the conflicts among the people with Tan Yue, he lazily put his back on his back and turned his face to the window, about to fall asleep.Tan Yue put away the armrest between the two seats and massaged him quietly.

"Does your back still hurt?"

"pain."

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"pain."

"Do you know, my heart hurts." Tan Yue thought to himself, he had already been frightened by this ruthless, fearless, resentful, disregarded, only movie-minded goblin, his whole body ached.It was sore and sore, sore and swollen, and I couldn't help but want to keep him...so that he could never be separated from me.

Ling Qingyuan pressed his hand, did not speak, and slowly fell asleep.Tan Yue kissed his lips, covered him with a blanket, and clasped his five fingers together.

When the crew returned to China, they rushed to the filming location of "Pine Ridge" without stopping.Once, Tan Yue heard a sentence that Ling Qingyuan uttered casually, which was in harmony with Mendelssohn's "Song of Spring":

"Morning dew, pine ridges, and the sound of partridges are heard intermittently from among the mountains and ravines. The oil lamp is exhausted, and before it goes out, the flame suddenly lights up and explodes softly. There are also mountain streams that swell after the rain, and the soft and muddy land. ..."

This fragment happens here.That scene, the music that came out of his mouth and shot out of his hand, was so beautiful.Tan Yue got the script, and only then did he know that Fu Yan was convicted in the Ming Fang, and after denying the three banners and labeling him as a rightist, he underwent labor reform in Songling.That year, Fu Yan was 43 years old.

There is no shadow of spring at the end of June, but there is no shortage of rain, morning dew, and birdsong.Fu Yan stayed in Songling for four years, Ling Qingyuan and the co-ordinator had made an agreement to capture the scenery of the four seasons, and will come back to shoot again in autumn and winter.

The photography team likes to play in natural conditions, it is open and easy to position.The camera is from Cangshan Mountain in the distance and near, the field ridge is wet and soft after the rain, and two unknown foremen are arguing about food distribution, shifts and "study" issues.

In the field, Fu Yan, who had shortened his trousers, wore a gray homemade jacket, bowing his waist to work.Muddy water flooded over his bare feet and soaked his insteps.Beside them are a few workers who also underwent reformation, Lao Li and Lao He.None of them are used to farm work, but they are becoming more and more proficient in the transformation. They talk one after another, and they can hear the roar on the ridge.

Tan Yue climbed up from the mud, and his assistant Xu Zhong went over to help him clean his clothes and dirt.Tan Yue signaled that he was not in a hurry. He looked at the director, not knowing what he was going to shoot next.

"This one is over. The next one, carry dung water to water the cabbage field."

The crew looked at Tan Yue sympathetically.The photographer glanced at the director dejectedly.Mudli's teeth glistened in the sun.

In the 50s, dry toilets were used in northern rural areas, and manure had to be collected and excreted to irrigate the land.From time to time, the manure pond has to be cleaned.Although it was dirty and smelly, but at that time, it was a problem for people to eat. Could there be chemical fertilizers?

Tan Yue laughed and scolded the little goblin in his heart, and changed into a suit of dirty-looking clothes in an orderly manner. The props brought two dung buckets and a shoulder pole.Tan Yue remembered that in the script, Fu Yan had been carrying water and fertilizer for a long time.In order to be able to read and write at night, he uses his left shoulder.The weight bearing caused his left femur to drop and his left foot to swell.

Makeup artists helped him to tragic effect.His eyes were sunken, his face was yellow and thin, his knuckles were swollen, and his knees and calves exposed between his cloth shoes and shorts were strangely uneven.

Ling Qingyuan occasionally thinks that it is the protagonist's unconditional and uncomplaining cooperation most of the time that makes the entire crew willing to hang around with the young director.And Lao Mu is also a good screw and a good clockwork, he carried out his orders meticulously, making the crew run smoothly.

During the slack season, I looked at the materials under the thatched shed.A group of heroes will be exposed, and they will report and expose.Every day Fu Yan wakes up almost early in the morning and rests at sunset.But after sunset, he didn't go to bed and rest like others, but continued his life under that oil lamp.

He endured the toil of the day, and fought with the lamp at night.In order to get rid of his cap as soon as possible, fellow worker Lao He, who was also reformed, reported Fu Yanyou's words and deeds and his wrong attitude towards the working people.Fu Yan confessed in his diary that he was wrong and he was educated, but how could he expose others.

He wrote to his wife, asking her to save the monthly subsidy, which had been reduced to 30 yuan, to contact American classmates and buy periodicals in the subject.He sees, he learns, in order not to let his business knowledge drop too much.Oil lamps are like beans, and wicks are like people.

Ling Qingyuan looked at the screen on the monitor.In the hut shared by the reeducation through labor personnel, Fu Yan packed a thick book in front of the desk and quietly hid it under his mat.Put the diary close to your body again.Using the faint light, he inspected the damage to the body caused by days of high-intensity labor and lack of nutrition.

Fu Yan rubbed his hands.His hands have changed even more.No blisters, but calluses and spring cracks, especially the middle finger of the right thumb, and the fingernails are deformed.But these hands, not to mention holding a bow and experimenting, are completely unsuitable for touching his wife and children.

Ling Qingyuan saw Fu Yan blowing out the oil lamp, a few simple actions made his heart surge.

For the effect of framing, the crew settled down in an authentic rural area.After one day of filming, Tan Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked Xu Zhong to take him to the farm to fetch water for a bath.After tidying up and coming out, it was early and dark, and most of the crew were eating farm meals.Tan Yue said hello to Qin Ziyu, who had just arrived at "Songling" after resting for a few days, and was about to shoot the Zhuzhi scene.Walked around, but couldn't find Ling Qingyuan in the crowd.

Ling Qingyuan and the director team replayed the day's shooting several times, and decided on the shots to be shot tomorrow.After everything was settled, he asked Mudli what was lacking in character creation in his free time.Seeing Tan Yue approaching from the corner of his eyes, Mu Deli abdicated and let the protagonist answer the question.

Tan Yue heard that there was no strange smell on her body anymore, taking advantage of the night starry sky, woods and fields, she blatantly hugged the director and kissed him on the side of the face.What should go, the oil on the soles of the feet is gone.Ling Qingyuan praised him for his excellent performance.

"Is it the effect you want?" Tan Yue raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.Compared with his approval, digging pits, digging dung, carrying water and plowing the land are nothing.

"It became more and more lively, and it made me reflect on what the role of Fu Yan still lacks, and what else the storyline needs to be worthy of your interpretation."

Tan Yue talked about him from left to right, and said to the person in his arms: "The contrast in your film is too cruel. It doesn't matter whether it's the natural scenery and the labor camp, or Fu Yan and others." After all, Tan Yue also knows this. It is to make the dramatic conflict more vivid and the characters stand out.

The person in his arms wrapped around his waist, and Tan Yue said to him softly: "I think maybe this is enough. In the past 30 to [-] years, many people, almost everyone has changed. But Fu Yan, always the same. He Seeing the world with the insight of an intellectual, taking the responsibility of being a teacher as a father and being a man with conscience, as well as his love for this land."

"He doesn't change, that's why he has a tragic fate. His invariability is the biggest contrast with the changes of others in the film and the turmoil of the times."

Ling Qingyuan kissed his chin, and searched for his lips along his stubbled chin.The man in the picture is pale and thin due to the famine and lack of food and work. Ling Qingyuan's lips brushed his face, making sure whether his man has also become thin.

Tan Yue responded to him tepidly, and said with a slight smile, "No change. Speaking of which, I'm acting in my true colors."