Non-famous Actor

Time flies, and before he knows it, Sun Hao has been in Donggou Village, Ningfeng County, Beihe, for two months.

Because of the need to wait for the snow, there are still two stories in the whole film that have not been filmed. One is that Zhao Di is looking forward to Luo Changyu returning to the village from the city in the snowstorm; the other is that the whole village is carrying Luo Changyu in the snowstorm. coffin back to the village.

Two scenes need to be shot with two completely different lenses. One is a color shot, while the other is a black and white shot.

And these were formed in director Zhang Yimou's mind long before the filming started.

Talking about Zhang Yimou, the great director has been watching the weather forecast for a week in a row. He not only watches it himself, but also often calls the meteorological experts in the capital to ask when it will snow in Ningfeng County.

According to Sun Hao's guess, this means that Zhang Yimou's popularity in China is big enough. If any young director dared to ask such a question, the meteorological experts would probably have already jumped to the phone and scolded his mother.

Compared with the increasingly anxious director, Sun Hao is very leisurely.

Go for a walk in the town, taste the snacks here; go for a stroll in the grassland horse farm, borrow the public funds of the crew to practice horseback riding; go to the village to chat with the old man, recently I had a good chat with the old village head Chang Guifa, the old man often shakes his head Sigh, that is, my girl got married early...

Well, if you really don’t want to move, then stay in the club room and practice English writing. In order to learn English in your previous life, you memorized a lot of world famous books, just like this "Angels and Demons". By now, Sun Hao has already silently written 3/4.

The bald Xie Dong, who doesn't know much English, is a bit funny. He lives in the same room, and he doesn't ask Sun Hao what he wrote. Instead, he drives to the town and comes back with a large English-Chinese dictionary... …

Hehe, the excellent quality of self-reliance of Chinese people has been perfectly displayed in him.

But no matter how leisurely the days are, there will always be an end.

On the morning of November 10th, Sun Hao had just made up his mind that no matter what, he would finish writing the entire "Angels and Demons" silently today. Zhang Ziyi, wearing a red padded jacket, ran into Sun Hao's dormitory like a whirlwind.

"Mice, hurry up, let's go, it's snowing, the director asked me to inform you, and rush to Donggou Village immediately."

"okay!"

Sun Hao agreed, put on the Bosideng down jacket that he had prepared earlier, and went out quickly.

...

Fifteen minutes later, when the crew's car arrived on the small hill outside Donggou Village, the entire field was already a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Hiss..., it's so cold!"

As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Ziyi shrank his neck vigorously.

When the wind blows, the white hair goes directly into the clothes of the person. Even Zhang Ziyi wears eight pairs of trousers, but it can't stop the cold wind from attacking her.

Sun Hao, who was wearing a mountaineering down jacket, was much calmer and more confident. Wearing a locomotive hat made him feel warmer. However, when he saw Zhang Yimou not far away, he immediately froze.

Eh... why is the director the same as the down jacket I'm wearing?

Is this the legendary Zhuangshan? !

"Purple clothes..."

Zhang Yimou didn't have Sun Hao's leisurely good mood. When he saw Zhang Ziyi coming, he waved to her.

"Zi Yi, come here quickly, just stand here!"

"Oh, yes, director!"

Zhang Ziyi adjusted the red scarf on his head, and quickly stood at the place Zhang Yimou designated.

"Ziyi, remember, what I want is hope. Although it is cold, Zhaodi's heart is hot. She is looking forward to the return of her sweetheart."

"okay!"

As soon as Zhang Ziyi agreed, he shivered.

Seeing that there was no problem, Zhang Yimou immediately nodded to the scene reporter next to him. The weather was too cold, so the filming ended early.

"Action!"

Zhang Ziyi wore a red scarf around his head, put his hands in his padded jacket, and stood on a hill looking into the distance.

Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and he promised to come back.

...

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... the last half an hour passed, but the director still didn't stop.

Sun Hao was puzzled, stretched out his hand and dragged the bald gourd to the side.

"Thank you, director, what's going on?

I feel that my classmate Zhang Ziyi acted very well, her eyes and expressions are very good. "

Looking at Zhang Yimou, seeing that he didn't pay attention to this side, Tiao Piao, who became familiar with Sun Hao, lowered his voice and said:

"Haozi, the director wants a set of shots where Zhang Ziyi's eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair are covered with frost!"

"Then... that means the protagonist has been waiting for a long time?"

"Yes, that's what I want. From dawn to dusk, in the snowy weather, Zhaodi has been waiting for Luo Changyu to come back."

Um…

At this time, Sun Hao turned his head to look at Zhang Yimou, his eyes were full of admiration, the famous director is worthy of being a famous director, and the details are so carefully selected.

Of course, Zhang Ziyi was ruthless enough to herself, Zhang Yimou didn't stop, she just stood in the snow and acted.

...

From 8:30 to 10:00, an hour and a half passed, when Sun Hao was about to get into the car to warm himself first, the director Zhang Yimou finally called a stop.

"OK, very good!

I announce that Zhang Ziyi's role in "My Father and Mother" has officially ended. "

Contrary to what everyone thought, Zhang Ziyi didn't jump for joy when she heard the password, um..., she didn't even move.

Seeing this, Sun Hao yelled loudly: "She may be frozen, she has not moved for a long time, and the blood circulation in her legs is not enough."

Hearing this, Zhang Yimou was taken aback for a moment, then quickly picked up a military overcoat, ran over and hugged Zhang Ziyi.

"Thank you, thank you, Ziyi, you are the best!"

"Hehe... Director, I should thank you." Although Zhang Ziyi's legs were uncomfortable, Zhang Ziyi still spoke with a smile.

...

After Zhang Ziyi's shot is finished, Sun Hao's shot is much simpler.

It was a group play, and Luo Yusheng walked in the front with his sad-looking mother, followed by the coffin bearers, and a not-so-small convoy behind, and there were always people joining in this team.

There are a lot of people, and the group performers are villagers from nearby villages. Each person is paid 20 yuan. Although it is not much, it can still be called four catties of pork. For this, the simple people are naturally willing to do it. Anyway, they are idle at home. with.

Of course, there are also people from Ningfeng County, these people are not for money, they just want to show their faces in the movie of the great director Zhang Yimou!

For this kind of behavior, Sun Hao expressed his appreciation. If he deliberately fools, he can earn 4,000 yuan in half an hour, and these people have to be grateful to Dade.

Standing right in front of the team, supporting Teacher Li Bin with his hands, Sun Hao calmed down, suppressed the commotion in his heart, and nodded to Xie Dong, who was standing beside him.

"Action!"

"Mr. Luo, we are going back to the village, you go all the way!"

On the windy and snowy road, the village chief stood in front of the coffin and shouted, and the 16-member coffin-carrying team suddenly got up and lifted the coffin steadily.

Luo Yusheng, standing in front of the coffin, supported his mother along the way.

...