Lin Hao complained about sparks and lightning all the way. Zeng Li listened carefully and also talked about what happened today.

"Don't tell me, I almost had an accident today."

When she said this, she was still a little scared:

"I don't know who it was, but I didn't hang the clothes properly when I was hanging them. I was just walking, and the coat fell off in front of me with a bang. You know that kind of coat? Fortunately, I'm lucky."

"It's okay. Have you found who it belongs to?"

"No, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Tsk!" Lin Hao then climbed out of bed, got up and got himself a glass of water, and said, "That's how you are, too soft and obedient. You have to find him, at least let him apologize to you.

"

"It's okay, no need."

"...You." Lin Hao didn't know what to say for a moment. Zeng Li had this kind of character. Otherwise, with her qualifications, she wouldn't necessarily be worse than other girls if she went out to look for opportunities. But after thinking about it,

Lin Hao still said: "I'll go find him, I'll call Yezi."

"Hey, goodbye!" Zeng Li said quickly: "It's nothing big, it's really fine."

"..."

"Let's talk about something happy..."

Miscellaneous, Lin Hao didn't expect that he would chat on the phone for a long time on the first day he came here... Oh my god, phone porridge, such an old term.

But that's what happened. The two of them had a long phone call. How can I put it, neither of them seemed to say it explicitly, but they both knew it. There was something like that between the two of them. Otherwise, what would they be doing now?

Chatting for so long?

Lin Hao stood in front of the window and took another sip of water:

When did it start?

It started...that night when Zeng Li said that his "off-campus boyfriend" in his sophomore year did not exist.

...

The weather was good the next day, although it was a bit gloomy without the sun, but fortunately it stopped snowing. According to Yu Li, it was a good sign for these Hong Kong people. Apart from the logistics and other things, the crew also had dozens of people on duty.

In addition, the extras at the scene were locals and they were very noisy.

Since the film started running, Jia Zhangke has basically entered into the director's routine that all directors have: going to bed at two or three o'clock and getting up at four or five o'clock. But it seems to Lin Hao that this is not enough. He sleeps half an hour a day to practice dance and practice more than a certain idol trainee.

Sheep Yangxing didn't sleep for ten days while preparing the album. That's a long way to go, isn't it? Hey, it looks like the level of professionalism of entertainers in our country has actually improved!

Lin Hao was walking at the scene, watching a group of people busy with the power-on ceremony, and thinking as he walked. Jia Zhangke was walking around the scene, wearing a somewhat ridiculous red hat and a red and gray down jacket, and he was greeting people with a walkie-talkie.

: "Fill this corner, bring a few here and fill it in." So a few people came over and moved a few more cement bags over, pressing them against the performance sign to make it more stable.

It was very cold and white breath came out of his mouth.

Jia Zhangke is not tall, so he looks less imposing in front of a few helpers. He is more like a field manager than a director.

Because someone was holding a microphone and trying out the microphone, and a bunch of folks were watching. There were also people from Hong Kong who advocated holding a power-on ceremony, and they led a group of people outside to make various tributes, tables, and red cloths.

, fragrant and so on.

The man who was trying out the microphone was standing in front of two big lights, with the words "Strive for the realization of the four line generations (homophone for anti-river crab)" written in big red letters above his head, and his voice was even louder than Jia Zhangke's.

Lin Hao heard the speeches made by the group of people hired temporarily from the local area. They were nothing like filming. Some people even said that I could do a talkback. But in fact, the scene with dozens of people was not chaotic, which already showed that the director’s

He's capable. And the one on stage is assistant director Gu Zheng, not the director!

...

"What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything."

Yu Liwei squeezed through the crowd and patted Lin Hao on the shoulder. When people turned around, he was happy.

Lin Hao had his hair cut into a four-six part length, wrapped in a down jacket, and wore the same style underneath. More importantly, he wore black-rimmed glasses. With his Fenyang dialect, he suddenly looked a little bit different.

The meaning comes out.

"How about it, don't laugh, can I learn how to do it?"

Lin Hao ignored this guy's "ridicule" and asked back. It was much easier to catch up with the southern dialect in the northern dialect, but it took him two months to learn it, and he didn't know if he could learn it like it.

"I think it's good."

So Lin Hao felt a little relieved and said: "Why, is it done over there?"

"It's almost done, just waiting for the director."

To be honest, this thing was just a letter from their hometown, and it was so formal. Lin Hao looked at it from here, and he was really beaming. But just like in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", Li Yu

He said: "The producer asked me to hold a ceremony, but I said I didn't want to do it, but in the end a ceremony was held and everyone was very excited."

Yes, Jiang's production company is from Xiangang. In short, wherever they are, they must have this. So the table where they were worshiped was covered with red cloth to honor Emperor Guan, with incense burners and roasted pig heads on both sides...

Originally we wanted a suckling pig, but there is none. That thing is only available in rural areas now, so I decided to use the pig head, and then the fruit. The camera was covered with a red cloth. Logically speaking, the crew would burn incense and worship the gods one by one, and finally lift the red cloth of the machine.

Announcement of startup.

But this time, Jia Zhangke still has room for action, and Li Jieming, two natives of Hong Kong, just represents it. The director, producer and supervisor are all here, the project is complete, and everything is ready.

"Power on!"

Jia Zhangke waved his hand, and everyone at the scene cheered, and "Platform" started shooting.

...

The crew was actually very well prepared, so they basically started filming as soon as the camera was turned on. The first scene was a scene between Cui Mingliang's father, Cui Wanlin, and Cui Mingliang.

"Come on, are you ready? 3, 2, 1, action!"

Cui Wanlin was sorting wood on the side, and a bicycle was parked on the right. Cui Mingliang, Zhang Jun, and Tao Eryong left from the left. By the way, Zhang Jun took away his car.

They are all young people from the county art troupe. They sing, dance and pursue fashion. In today's terms, they are the petty bourgeoisie in the county. No, how can these trend-chasing literary and artistic youths let go of bell-bottoms?

Zhang Jun's aunt brought it back to him from Guangzhou. Cui Mingliang also wanted it but failed, so he asked Cui's mother to change it.

She was dressed proudly, so Cui's father caught her.

...

"come over!"

Lin Hao, wearing thin bell-bottom pants and a black jacket, came over in a few steps. Cui's father specially found a tall local extra, and he was really upright when he stood, quite like his father:

"What pants are you wearing?"

"Bell-bottom pants."

Cui's father glanced at him twice, then scanned up and down: "What bell-bottom pants?"

"Bell-bottom pants are bell-bottom pants." Lin Hao saw him looking at his pants and said matter-of-factly: "That's it."

"Then how do you squat down?"

"Why can't you squat down?" Lin Hao swung his body back and then tilted, making a confrontational appearance.

Cui's father folded his hands and said: "Squat down! Squat down!"

Lin Hao looked at his old father speechlessly, and could only turn his head and squat down while holding on to his pants. As a result, he couldn't squat down. Therefore, his posture was very weird. Halfway down the squat, he felt that his pants were about to tear, and then

Reluctant and unwilling to admit defeat.

It was more like a squatting position. He tried it twice, but he still couldn't bear to change the bell-bottom pants he had worn all afternoon.

"Is that okay?" Cui's father asked.

"Why not?"

Cui's father looked at him and motioned to him to see what he was like now: "Worker, can you work in these pants? Can a farmer go to the fields?"

"I'm a literary and artistic worker, I don't do that kind of work."

"If you have some freedom, do you behave like the bourgeoisie?"
Chapter completed!