"Go, go meet them. ”

As he spoke, Teng Rujun got up and stood up, and Ning Yuan also went to put the parcel back on his back, picked up the kettle and hat and followed.

They refer to the villagers, and the postman not only delivers letters, but also receives them.

But when the two of them left the village, they saw many villagers standing outside, all looking at them with a smile and a simple smile on their simple faces.

Teng Rujun was stunned there, his nose was also a little sour, his nose moved, and he turned his head to his son and said:

"They came to see you. ”

Ning Yuan, who was still complaining about the villagers in his heart just now, was also shocked at this moment, and when he heard his father's words, he felt a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly:

"Look at what I'm doing. ”

"I haven't seen you before!" Fuji Rujun teased his son with a bamboo cane in both hands.

"Then what should I do?" Ning Yuan didn't know where to put his eyes.

The father smiled silently, and Ning Yuan saw the villagers laughing, and also smirked at him: "I am not mentally prepared at all." ”

But he didn't dare to look at people, so he quickly avoided his eyes after a glance, moved his backpack helplessly, and touched the kettle.

"This is my son, and he will run this mail route in the future, and everyone will look for him if they have anything, and look for him as if they were looking for me. ”

Despite his father's introduction, Ning Yuan still didn't know what to say, and still showed his eight teeth there and smirked.

In the end, it was the village secretary who brought the letter, and then his father took Ning Yuan away, the villagers waved goodbye, and Ning Yuan also waved back as he walked, and his face bloomed.

Recorded in a long shot, this scene is simple and touching.

"When we left the village, my dad never looked back, and the villagers sent us all the way to the entrance of the village, and they stayed there all the time, watching us go away. They're here to see my dad......"

At this time, the son began to understand a little bit about his father.

Although he was not a good father, a good postman, the beginning of understanding, was the elimination of barriers.

"Alright, call it a day. ”

Huo Jian shouted, and the morning's shooting came to an end.

The villagers who served as group performers all gathered around at this time, wanting to see the footage just now.

Huo Jianqi was in a happy mood and took the trouble to show them over and over again, while the villagers watched and discussed, pointing at who and laughing.

As for Ning Yuan, he put down his bag at this time and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Although in the camera, he just carried this bag on his back, but in fact, when filming, the villagers who had not filmed had to guide them over and over again, and there were always some people who made mistakes, so they filmed many times.

Teng Rujun walked over, lifted his clothes and looked at it, frowned:

"It's worn out again, hurry up and get some medicine, rest at noon, shoot my shot first in the afternoon, and yours will shoot later." ”

After thinking about it, Teng Rujun said again: "Forget it, I'll go to the director and see if your play can be moved back." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Ning Yuan to say anything, he ran over.

In the play, the two are father and son, and outside the play, they also cultivate a relationship.

Ning Yuan learned a lot from him, and he also saw Ning Yuan's efforts in his eyes and liked it quite much.

When Teng Rujun went to find Huo Jianqi, Huo Jianqi and Kang Jianmin both came over, looked at the wound on Ning Yuan's shoulder, the two glanced at each other, Huo Jianqi said:

"Anyway, I've already advanced the shooting plan now, and I don't care about this day or two, Ning Yuan will rest and rest this afternoon, and I will have time to take medicine to nourish it, and I will talk about it tomorrow depending on the situation." ”

Ning Yuan wanted to say something, Kang Jianmin said with a smile: "The next thing is the shooting of the mountain road, it's harder, you better save your strength, don't rush this time." ”

Seeing them say this, Ning Yuan didn't insist anymore.

The mountains in Xiangxi are really beautiful, but the mountain roads are also not easy to walk.

Even if he rested for more than a day, after filming again, after half a day's work, Ning Yuan's shoulder was worn out again.

Even though it was already cool in the mountains, Ning Yuan's clothes had never dried.

"Why don't you stuff a paper shell in your bag, because your shoulders will bleed before they grow. ”

Ning Yuan shook his head and wiped his sweat: "No matter how good the performance is without a physical object, it is not as good as the real performance, carrying a light bag, you may pay attention at first, but you will be negligent when you act." ”

Of course, they knew that Ning Yuan was talking about this truth, but looking at Ning Yuan's sweaty appearance and the blood marks on his shoulders, they didn't feel good in their hearts.

"Then hurry up and shoot, finish the shooting early, and you won't have to suffer this crime. ”

Although there are several villages in the play, they are actually filmed in Dayuan Village, after all, the village is not like a town, people gather together, and the villages in the mountains are scattered with a few households in the east and a few in the west, and there are even people living in the mountains.

On this day, they filmed a scene about the five women.

The fifth woman couldn't see with his eyes, and his grandson didn't care about him at all outside, but his father did.

Every time I came over, I had to bring her a letter, but there was no word on it, and the fifth woman couldn't see it anyway, so I relied on my father to make it up for her.

In addition, there was also ten yuan in the letter that my father specially clipped.

This plot is also to let the son know the other side of the father, from the work, to the care for the lonely and widowed elderly, after this incident, the father's image in the son's heart is also more glorious and taller.

Gong Yeyan is an old artist in the end, and even Ning Yuan has to admire his seriousness in acting.

It's not just the director who says okay, every time she finishes a short film, she has to watch the replay, and if she is not satisfied, she asks for a reshoot.

Of course, she didn't ignore the feelings of Ning Yuan and Teng Rujun, every time she proposed a reshoot with the director, she would be very sincere in saying the problem and what she wanted to adjust, and apologized to them repeatedly.

Fortunately, Ning Yuan and Teng Rujun also have the same pursuit, so they can understand her, and they both smile and say no.

The cooperation between the three of them is flawless, and it also gives Ning Yuan a deeper understanding of dedication.

After all, the filming time in Ning Yuan's previous life was a few years later, when they were still small roles, and the real main role was ten years later.

At that time, people's hearts began to float, everything was for the purpose of making money, of course, speed was in the first place, compared with those people, Ning Yuan felt that he was already dedicated, but compared with the current Gong Yeyan, it was still inferior.

Kang Jianmin also felt that this old lady was a little too serious at first, but when Gong Yeyan's satisfactory paragraph was finally filmed, he looked at it and nodded:

"Ginger is still old and spicy. ”

A villager who was watching looked at it and asked curiously, "Is she really not blind?"

Everyone laughed, and Gong Yeyan next to him smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

Although the narrative of this movie is flat, the emotions and emotions are also piled up step by step, from the reaction of the villagers, the father's indifference to fame and fortune, to the care of the lonely and widowed elderly, and the next scene of crossing the river, all let the son reacquaint himself with his father.

In the end, after completing the sublimation of feelings, the son finally shouted out the title that had not been spoken for many years:

"Dad!"

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