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“Acting！”

With Li Wu’s order, “Uncle, you can sell me!” Filming officially began.

The camera slowly swept through the courtyard.

Inside the yard, overgrown with weeds, half of the ground is cement, while the other half is mud.

A little girl with thin yellow muscles and wearing a cotton jacket full of patches, carrying a large bucket, appeared in the camera step by step.

The little girl kicked the bucket and came to the well in the yard.

She started to get water.

Pumping water hard.

After beating half a bucket of water, the little girl reached out and wiped her cheek.

I don’t know if I’m wiping sweat or tears.

Then, she carried the bucket, very difficult, very hard, step by step, step by step, step by step approached the brick bungalow on the side.

Outside, the sun was shining.

Inside the house, the little girl began to cook.

Wash rice, wash vegetables.

The little girl lifted the lid of the pot, poured well water into the pot very hard, and then covered the pot.

Then.

I sat on a small yellowed plastic stool in front of the stove.

Bending over, grabbing a handful of dry firewood, he started to light a fire.

“Good! Card!!! ”

With Li Wu’s order, “Uncle, please sell me!” The first act was successfully completed, and it was still repeated, and there were no problems during the whole process.

Because, the person who plays the little girl in the video is Tang Xiaoya.

And Tang Xiaoya is not acting, she is just repeating her daily work!

Waking up every morning, fetching water, washing rice, making fires, cooking, this is already the work she does every morning.

Even before her grandfather was sick, before he was sick in bed, she did it, after all, the old man’s right leg was amputated at a high position, and it was difficult to walk, so she could only rely on Tang Xiaoya.

The saying that children from poor families are in charge of the house early is not nonsense!

End of Act I, Act II.

Inside the room.

The door was slowly pushed open.

The little girl came in from outside the house holding a bowl of steaming thick porridge.

Slowly, I came to the bed.

Lying on the bed, the old man with a pale and tired face coughed, and got up with difficulty, leaning on the head of the bed and sitting up.

The camera suddenly switches to Grandpa’s face.

Grandpa’s face was full of mess, his eyes were black, and his lips were miserably white.

He stretched out his large, thin, wrinkled hand and touched the little girl’s head tremblingly.

The little girl looked at her grandfather deeply and did not speak, but her eyes, her thin yellow face, were full of expectation.

It was the gaze that hoped that Grandpa would recover soon.

The little girl carried the bowl in one hand and started with the other, scooping a spoonful of hot porridge.

First put it to his mouth, carefully, gently blow the hot porridge a little cooler, and then pass it to his grandfather’s mouth.

Throughout the whole process, Grandpa looked deeply at the little girl.

Among the pair of pupils that had no brilliance, there were faint tears.

The next time, I returned to the stove.

The little girl sat on the yellowed plastic stool.

And above her legs, there is a book.

With the help of the sunlight outside the house, the little girl looked at the book seriously while eating.

In the next one.

In front of the house.

The little girl grabbed a piece of chalk and stuck it to the door.

She was measuring her height herself.

Above the beam, there are chalk prints one horizontal and one horizontal.

Next one.

In front of the stove,

The little girl grabbed a large blue plastic bucket with both hands.

Pouting, shook the plastic bucket with a low face.

Inside the plastic barrel, there was a “rustling” sound.

The camera came from the little girl’s face to the plastic bucket.

Inside the plastic bucket is rice with white flowers.

However.

At this moment, the rice in the plastic barrel has bottomed out.

It looks like there isn’t even a bowl left.

The next one is under a tree outside the house.

The little girl held the plastic bucket, silently choked, and kept wiping the tears on her face.

At this point, the second act is filmed.

Next, there’s Act III.

The little girl was in a low mood, her head was bowed, she swayed leisurely, and seemed to walk aimlessly in the alleys of the village and town.

Suddenly.

She walked past a scrap collection station.

The waste collector was a middle-aged man.

At this time, an aunt, carrying a large snakeskin bag, came to the middle-aged man and handed the snakeskin bag to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the snakeskin bag, poured out the plastic bottles inside one by one, weighed them, ordered a few banknotes, and handed them to the aunt.

“Three pieces in total, hello, come back next time!” The middle-aged man said to his aunt.

The little girl stood quietly not far away, and in the pupils without the slightest brilliance, she gradually flashed with light.

Next, around the corner.

The figure of the little girl walked out from around the corner.

In her hand, she was also carrying a large plastic bag.

In plastic bags, they are filled with plastic bottles.

Finally, the little girl came to the waste recycling station and came to the middle-aged uncle who collected the waste.

The middle-aged uncle weighed it, ordered some banknotes, and was just about to hand it to the little girl.

He glanced at the little girl.

The camera simultaneously switched to the little girl’s face.

The yellow muscles are thin, and the face is covered with dirt and gray.

“Alas…”

The middle-aged uncle let out a long sigh, took a few more out, handed them to the little girl, and said, “Come, uncle give you more!” ”

“Thank you uncle!!!”

The little girl quickly thanked the middle-aged uncle with excitement and joy.

“Hey, you’re welcome, come again!” The middle-aged uncle smiled.

Next!

Above the country lanes.

The little girl quietly grabbed the bills of one dollar and five cents in her hand, jumping and jumping, and ran towards the camera from a distance.

Suddenly.

An aunt came out of the fork in the road.

Seeing the little girl, the aunt couldn’t help but ask with concern: “Tongtong, is your grandfather’s illness better?” ”

The little girl stopped and suddenly hesitated.

But her gaze suddenly noticed the note in her hand, and after hesitating for less than a second, she nodded heavily.

“By the way, the human traffickers in the west of the village have been released, don’t go to the west of the village to play!” The aunt explained.

The little girl nodded heavily.

Then.

The little girl jumped up and ran again.

Inside the house.

The little girl was sitting in front of the stove, wrenching her fingers, counting over and over again the money she earned from buying plastic bottles.

After counting four or five times, the little girl stopped.

She looked down, grabbed a pencil, and in a small book, wrote a line: 2000-5=1995!

With this, the third act is complete.