from the star

From the summer solstice to the great heat, the weather is scorching hot.Equally unabated is the degree of madness and obsession of the director.Ling Qingyuan said that it's hot, slap the mosquitoes and flies, and make more difficult scenes that need to be recorded when the time comes.The director team thought that Tan Yue had provoked someone again, and let the latter compete with him like this.

Finally, Tan Yue, oh no, it was Fu Yan who fell ill due to unbearable physical exertion.The leaders did not allow him to go to the hospital for medical treatment because he was a "guilty" person.The workers who sympathized with him caught the Barefoot Immortal not easily, and reluctantly showed him his illness, but his left foot was also disabled.His wife, Zhuzhi, heard that her husband was ill, so she hurried over from the city.

Zhuzhi saved up subsidies to buy nutritional supplements, but was accused by her husband of being a waste.Not to mention the fact that there is an adolescent son in the family, he also needs money to read books and learn knowledge.In the hut of a few square meters, the couple had a conversation.Ling Qingyuan asked the photographer to give a panoramic view of the house, and then zoomed in on the close-ups of the two people's faces, and the photographer took the lead again.

"Director Cheng, the room is only four square meters. It's as bright as a single lamp." Wang Qingfeng said.

Ling Qingyuan wiped off the sweat that flowed down the side of his face, and the pullover was sticking to his body wetly. He rolled up the sleeves to his shoulders in a somewhat disfigured manner, and hastily threw the picture to the photographer, expressing that this effect was what he wanted absolutely.

Wang Qingfeng knew that the assistant director would not object to anything finalized by director Cheng, and the lead actor had no room for him to speak.I had no choice but to find art in a depressed mood, so let’s tear down a wall of the house, and then build another room to isolate the natural light.So the crew staged a scene of post-disaster reconstruction.

Qin Ziyu looked at this man who was obsessed with magic and perfected, especially his drive to not give up until the effect was achieved, and quietly asked Tan Yue if this was the first time director Cheng had directed.Tan Yue smiled.Since the start, many crews and actors have asked him this question.

"Cheng Dao has reached the point where he is not a madman or a god." A makeup artist once said to Tan Yue while putting on makeup: "I still remember that Cheng Dao always said 'no' a while ago. I blamed me for not showing you more. edema."

Needless to say, the props are big rice bowls, and the farm tools are all found from farmers' homes in the same way as they were in the last century.He once wanted to complain about the dung bucket to Tan Yue, but Tan Yue stopped him sharply.Tan Yue said that no matter whether it was real shit, fake shit, human shit or dog shit, he absolutely didn't want to know!Tan Yue changed his mind and felt at ease again. He touched the dung and picked the pit, and he even touched the goblin.He ate the bran and swallowed the vegetables, and he even kissed the goblin.The goblin should also suffer.

The set was finally rebuilt and the camera grumbled into place.The male and female protagonists have also changed from storyboard matchsticks to live performances.

Fu Yan was reclining on the bed, tortured by illness.Zhuzhi went into the house to put down the nutritional supplements, walked to the bedside, and fondled her husband's face affectionately. In just three years, he became so unrecognizable.

"The leading role is affectionate. Especially, Ziyu." Ling Qingyuan stopped calling, and he signaled the assistant director to emphasize the script.

Leader Fu Yan informed his wife that her husband was ill, and the woman hurried on the road after receiving the telegram.A thin woman walked alone carrying dozens of catties of clothing and food.The road was long and the night was long, and she couldn't see a single street lamp.Until the husband and wife meet, tears flow.In this cause and effect, Zhuzhi has to put in so many painful longings, and the husband and wife goodbye, so much emotional expression.

Qin Ziyu, who was dressed in coarse cloth, looked at Tan Yue helplessly.The latter raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "You should be more affectionate. The couple who haven't seen each other for three years are only a couple of papers to chat and miss. Oh, don't think too much, that's a director."

Qin Ziyu gritted his teeth.Zhuzhi pushed open the door again, saw her husband for the first time, lost her mind.Immediately let go of the hand, and the burden of the jar fell to the ground.Zhuzhi walked quickly to the bed in small steps, sat down by Yiyan, stroked the side of her husband's face with trembling right hand, hugged him and wept bitterly.Ling Qingyuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Fu Yan... why don't you work hard to get rid of your hat. Why don't you reflect on your mistakes." Zhuzhi straightened up, staring at her husband anxiously and sadly.

Fu Yan let out a long "heh", out of breath: "I made a mistake, I will reflect on it. I did not reflect on it enough, so I will reflect on it again. But how can I..."

Fu Yan didn't finish his sentence. He was haggard and stared deeply at his wife.He was telling her silently that he would never do anything to expose, slander and frame her.He is tolerant of being forced to expose the whistleblower without hurting him.Those who have a heart, although they are evil and helpless, they understand that the general trend is like this.

Zhuzhi was helpless, she understood her husband, she put her hand on his heart, where his conscience lay.Fu Yan grabbed her hand, and propped up his body slightly: "You always do it yourself, but how can you... greet people with a smile. Zhuzhi, have you brought what I want?"

"Fu Yan, I think it's better not to let Smith send journals anymore. You should be careful and correct your thoughts. Living expenses are barely enough for food and drink."

Fu Yan let go of his wife's hand and shook his head repeatedly. He wondered why his wife didn't understand him so much.Food is not only something that satisfies the stomach.One step at a time, one step at a time.He was heartbroken: "When I go back to work, I can't keep up with the development of the subject, and I will be behind the times when I do experiments and teach students."

Zhuzhi reminded: "You are red and professional, so don't just focus on one end."

Fu Yan repeated: "Yes, yes, yes, isn't it?"

Fu Yan asked about the situation of his son and the school, Zhuzhi comforted him, and he would be transferred back as soon as his attitude was correct and the policy was loosened.Zhuzhi bid farewell to her husband, her eyes filled with tears streaming down her heart.

After this scene, it was Fu Yan who received the callback notification, informing him that his hat had been taken off and his superior allowed him to return to his original job.His fourth year at Pine Ridge, [-].

"It's done." Ling Qingyuan's tone was lively.Finally, Fu Yan's spring and summer filming in Songling Labor Camp has been completed, and it's time to return to Taiping.Earth-shattering cheers from the crew, plagued by mosquito bites.

Taiping City is an important filming location for the movie "Mountain".After returning to China, Fu Yan's family of three taught at Taiping University and lived in this city, and the center of the storm vortex in the background of the story was also conceived in this city.

Ling Qingyuan gave the crew a few days to rest. Of course, the most important thing is to let the main artist prepare the costumes for the scene.It was turned on again, in a small courtyard, Fu Yan's home.The three of them lived in this courtyard from [-] to [-] years, of which Fu Yan was absent for nearly four years, and the son and mother depended on each other.Six or six years later, the three of them were torn apart.

Ling Qingyuan smiled and watched Tan Yue get rid of his sickness. The three returned to China, a young couple and a nine-year-old child.At the beginning of his return to China, Fu Yan's work gradually got on the right track. He was full of anticipation for his new life. The family was a few shots interspersed with the work environment, not many and the shots went smoothly.More importantly, Fu Si's teenage years are over.

Before the filming of the whole film started, Ling Qingyuan had a heated discussion with the main creator when he would play Fu Si.Fu Si's life history can be simply divided into two periods. Before the anti-anti-Japanese revolution in [-] and [-], the Fu family was free from political impact and lived a peaceful and warm life.Five or eight years later, the Fu family was turbulent at any time and fission occurred, and the innocent boy gradually became incompatible with his father.

In 14, Fu Si was [-] years old.Mu Deli asked Ling Qingyuan to play Fu Si from this moment.From an actor's point of view, Ling Qingyuan thought it would be better to find a teenager to take over, and then take over after six or three years.The dispute is difficult, Tan Yue said, let the makeup artist decide.

As a result, the effect of pretending to be tender was very good, and Mudli won the victory.With the help of make-up, Cheng Hebai can completely play the role of a fourteen-year-old boy, not to mention that he knows how to release the youthful temperament, just a little... a little taller.Lao Mu rubbed Tan Yue secretly and said, "If you don't know for sure, it's fine."

Letting a 36-year-old man play the role of a [-]-year-old boy, Ling Qingyuan and Tan Yue slapped him to Spain. Of course, the two had different reasons.

In the past two months, Ling Qingyuan has completely integrated the entire crew as the director.Of course, certain two people also contributed a lot.Now, he will show his colorful side as an actor.

In the first scene of Ling Qingyuan's Fu Si's debut, he came back from school and heard his father playing the piano in the yard.During dinner time, Fu Si chatted about school anecdotes, occasionally pointing to the moral standpoint, and was taken over by his father.Before that, Fu Yan once expressed disapproval of the adjustment of departments and opposed the complete Sovietization of the discipline system.When the turmoil broke out, he was regarded as a potential rightist.

While putting on makeup, Tan Yue jokingly said to Ling Qingyuan: "I expected to play the violin for you, so I studied very hard."

Ling Qingyuan replied to him: "It's for all the audience." For Fu Yan, during the unspeakable silent years, the cello was his words from the heart.A song without words, the calm place is like a breeze, the ups and downs of the music are like the turmoil of emotions, and after the agitation, it is like weeping and complaining.

Ling Qingyuan stood in front of the courtyard, and the melodious sound of the qin came from the courtyard, elegant, delicate, and timeless, like a man playing the qin.The sun shines on the gray tiled walls, and the green branches and leaves of the tall ginkgo trees create a tranquil and peaceful scene.Fu Si, who was wearing a student uniform, hopped into the house.

Father was sitting under the shade of a tree with his head closed, his eyes lightly closing and bowing intoxicatedly.An orange violin, a man in a white shirt.After class and get off work, this is his best pastime.

"Dad." Fu Si called him softly.Fu Yan opened his eyes, nodded slightly to his son, and beckoned him to enter the room lovingly and kindly.The love between father and son is not like scorching sun, but like ginkgo with deep roots and straight branches and luxuriant leaves.

Mudli felt that he had nothing to say, so he called.Ling Qingyuan came out of the room, watched the replay and nodded.In the next shot, a family of three eats at the table.

Tan Yue, that is, Fu Yan, his son and goblin, talked innocently and cutely about the daytime anecdotes, saying that the teacher said about classmates, about our enemies and our friends, what can be united and what can be won.The couple exchanged glances, Zhuzhi asked his son to eat more vegetables, and Fu Yan chatted about college courses and teaching in a relaxed tone.

The shot went through.Qin Ziyu was still sitting at the round table in a daze, as if she was a wife or a mother.The two men on the opposite side looked at each other and smiled irresistibly. She was sober for a moment, she was neither a wife nor a mother.In order to cover up the momentary gaffe just now, Qin Ziyu sighed regretfully: "The seeds of father and son's parting ways were planted in this scene."

Ling Qingyuan nodded in affirmation: "It's not anyone's fault that we parted ways. Or it can only be said to be a lifetime of misunderstanding. A rope was loosely wound in a circle at first, and then it was accidentally knotted."

Tan Yue really wanted to touch his son's hair, but he finally held back. He silently took the piano handed by the props and plucked the strings.In the next scene, the father told his son in the yard that everyone has a few strings, angels and demons, the thickest one is called conscience.

After the filming of "Mountain" started in Taiping City, many actors who hadn't been on stage came to observe.Needless to say, the old actors came here to check the director and actors' level. Ding Bai and Fang Wenjun went to the set every day when they were free.

In this scene, Fu Yan went to Songling five or nine years later, leaving only the mother and children at home.Tan Yue stood on the sidelines, watching the match between Ling Qingyuan and Qin Ziyu with everyone.

The day before Fu Yan was sent to a forced labor camp, Zhuzhi wiped his cello again and again.After he left, she wrapped the piano case tightly with cloth and put it on the top cabinet.She supported Fu Si's shoulder and said, "Wait for your father to come back. Remember not to move. This is your father's favorite thing."

15-year-old Fu Si nodded speciously, as if he understood where his father had gone and why.He also seemed to understand what the teachers at school meant by criticizing, uniting, and striving.It turns out that his father is not a complete "friend" of "us".

Fu Yan used to earn more than 300 yuan a month.After he left, he had no salary and only 30 yuan for living expenses, which was only enough for himself.Zhuzhi sat on the bench worrying, Fu Si leaned over and squatted down to look at his mother's face: "Mom, what are you thinking again?"

The son is innocent and lively, but he has gradually understood the truth.Zhuzhi understands her husband and what he does, but she understands everything in her heart, but she has no way to tell her son.She had no choice but to say, "I'm thinking about what we'll eat today. What we'll sell tomorrow."

"Let's eat ceiling fans today."

"Let's eat earrings today."

"Let's eat rings today."

Zhuzhi pawns the family jewelry to make a living.Fu Si's eyes turned to the sleeping cello on the top of the cabinet from time to time.No matter what, my mother would never touch it, and would never think of pawning it.It was my father's favorite thing.There was confusion in Fu Si's eyes, and his youthful face was filled with incomprehension and yearning.

"I haven't seen Xiao Cheng's performance before...I didn't expect it to be like a mother and child." Fang Wenjun sighed.Ding Bai put his arms around his neck and told him that Tan Yue was beside him.Fang Wenjun's facial features were flat on his round face, and he asked calmly, "What's wrong, Brother Yue?"

Ding Bai felt that the child's nerves were thicker than steel bars.Unexpectedly, in the next second, Fang Wenjun suddenly realized something, and said in horror: "Ah, isn't it, the age is not right either."

Tan Yue didn't have the same knowledge as the two of them, Fang Wenjun was just like that, stupid and cute.So Qingyuan patiently taught him hand in hand.

Mudli found it annoying that they were arguing in his ears, so he drove them to take a few shots.They are Wang Zheng, the school teacher played by Ding Bai, and Fu Yan's student Feng Wen, played by Fang Wenjun, who came to find Fu Yan at home. This trick also replaced the idler Tan Yue.

Ling Qingyuan and Qin Ziyu walked out and said: "Sister Ziyu's role as a mother is impressive." He paused and said: "Zhuzhi is a woman with a fragrant bone. I probably forgot to thank you before. Ziyu, I'm really happy to have you in it."

Qin Ziyu answered with a smile.She thinks Cheng Hebai is very interesting, since he stands in the director's position, he must call him by his first name.When acting, you will add honorific titles to others.Talking to people with different identities in different positions really makes people feel that he is very delicate.

Many people in the production team also discovered this. Cheng Hebai, who was sitting in the director's chair, often shouted at Tan Yue, "Tan Yue, but. Or Tan Yue, play this part again." Weirdly, as an actor, Cheng Hebai would say: "Mr. Tan, I didn't go well just now, please take it again."

Fast forward in time, and in [-], Fu Yan returned home after the labor reform. Although the whole person was out of shape and his son had grown up, the family was finally able to get together.Good flowers don't bloom often, clouds cover the haze.The political winds for a period of time, the separation of father and son and their respective circumstances, left the two men of the Fu family almost speechless.

This time, Fu Sigang, played by Ling Qingyuan, has just become a college student, and he has a faint grudge against his father.Because of his background, he was almost not admitted to the university as a descendant of a rightist.This was the first conflict between father and son that surfaced.

"Dad, you're wrong, really wrong. You're still holding on to what you learned in the black regime imperialist country. I know you wholeheartedly hope that the country will be better, but you've really gone astray."

"Yeah..." Fu Yan bit his lips bitterly, but didn't speak.After the labor reform ended, he returned to Taiping University. He was demoted and appointed.You can no longer take students directly, you can't do experiments, you can only guard the chemical warehouse, and do unnecessary things.His son is red, and his son's understanding is correct.He is happy that his son is positive and strives for progress.He was a little sad, after all, no one understood him.

Science has truth, regardless of national boundaries.In addition to science, there should be truth, regardless of national boundaries, regardless of camps, regardless of red or black.Fu Yan shook his head and didn't say anything.He tried to raise his arms and stood on tiptoes to reach the cello case on the top cabinet.

Fu Si wanted to help him, but he stopped suddenly after taking a step, and said in a loud voice, "Dad, stop playing the piano. Stop playing."

Fu Yan's tone was sparse and desolate. Facing his son, he stammered and begged: "I... I'll just... I'll just open it and have a look."

Fu Si looked at this stubborn man, one of his legs was already immobile, and his hands were swollen due to overwork.His father, this man always wears a navy blue suit to teach, and his shirts are ironed every day, in order to leave a spotless and serious impression in front of all the students.

Fu Si's father, in his memory, was tall and slender, with a broad forehead, straight nose and clear eyes.And what he looks like now... He is only 47 years old.

Fu Yan still took off the violin case, and tremblingly opened his treasure.Seeing his father's movements, Fu Si's eyes were hot and his nose was sore. He stepped forward to help his father hold the box, and opened the buckle on it.

This is his baby.Warm orange, the huge resonance box was born for singing.The son shook his head beside him, gently shaking his head with a pitiful expression.Fu Yan plucked the strings, and the strings loosened after a long time without use.Fu Yan stroked the bow and plucked the strings.The metaphor of strings that I told my son was still yesterday, Fu Yan stretched out a hand to his son:

"Fu Si, look at your father's hands, can they still play the piano?"

"Dad!" Fu Si knelt on the ground, crying and holding his father's hands.