Early summer 2024.

I don't know if it's because the cello music that Bao Shiyi played on the field, in the rich rhythm of the cello, broke the heaviness brought by death, and the music was like a torrent, breaking the softest touch in everyone's hearts.

Now, the entire crew has changed unconsciously, and it seems that the movie they are shooting is no longer just a movie, but like Lin Wu in the story, they respect the mortuary and death from the bottom of their hearts.

Because of the filming of the movie, just like Lin Wu, who became an undertaker by mistake, and later devoted himself to the profession of undertaker, Lin Wu in the story has experienced too many life and death, and now they are watching these life and death partings with their own eyes at the shooting site.

Knowing that they were acting, they would eventually hear the song that Bao Shiyi played on the field, and the husband who was lying on the coffin and watching his wife's body weep silently would always appear in front of them, and the family who left a red lip print for the deceased man would appear, laughing and crying bitterly, "Thank you, Dad".

Although I knew that I was acting, the reluctance, remorse, nostalgia, and misunderstanding of the deceased made everyone respect.

Especially under the solemn burial ceremony of Bao 11, it is really an indescribable shock.

Even if there is no majestic shout, the deafening words are just such a calm shock.

The death-like calm was a shock that transcended all else.

The entire crew knew very well that Bao Shiyi was not acting, but a real mortuary, the janitor of the funeral home.

Whether it is the action, or the demeanor, every look, Bao Shiyi is so pious, so gentle, and gentle in the last journey of people's lives.

The filming scene was quiet, and the eyes of the crew fell on Bao Shiyi and the deceased under the camera.

It turns out that people can be so peaceful, so tranquil, and so beautiful after death!

This is the only feeling in the heart of all people.

……

Zeng Sheng looked at Bao Shiyi, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the more he continued to shoot, the more he had the same thoughts as the crew, the more he respected death.

"Eleven, it's good, it's really, really good!"

Zeng Sheng couldn't help but applaud Bao Shiyi's performance just now, and said with a smile: "You and Mr. Zhao both performed very well. ”

Mr. Zhao is Mr. Zhao Lei of Yenching Drama Academy, an old-timer, an old drama bone, and this time he played Lin Wu's leader Rongsheng in "The Undertaker".

Zhao Lei also patted Bao Shiyi's shoulder and said with a smile: "This one just now was very good. ”

The words are full of appreciation and admiration.

Obviously, Bao Shiyi's meticulous acting skills in "The Undertaker" moved Zhao Lei, and it is obvious that Bao Shiyi really entered the inner world of Lin Wu's character.

Bao Shiyi smiled and didn't say anything.

Zeng Sheng looked at the screen playing back in the monitor and said, "Eleven, this movie may be your masterpiece." ”

"Of course, it will be my masterpiece. ”

Zeng Sheng knows very well that as a film with funeral workers as the protagonists, "death" is an unavoidable topic in "The Undertaker", but "death" is by no means the real theme of the film.

"Death" here is simply a window, through which we can see the world we live in.

"It's really like a journey, Eleven, and it's like my first time making a movie. ”

Bao Shiyi replied with a smile: "That's Mr. Zhao, you acted well." ”

Zhao Lei said with a smile: "I mean you, it's not an exaggeration at all, really, when you played the cello, you were really not afraid of jokes, your face was full of tears, but your heart was indescribably cheerful." When I have time, I would like to learn cello from you. This cello sound is really good. ”

Zeng Sheng glanced at Zhao Lei, dismantled the stage and said: "Old Zhao, you are a lot older, don't harm the cello." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene laughed.

The filming of the film has now reached the late stage, and the filming progress of the crew is very slow, and the slowness in this is that everyone is polishing the movie with their hearts.

Without the impetuosity and eagerness of the film market, everything is so calm and peaceful, and it is filmed so slowly, like the mortuary who guards the funeral parlor treats the dead.

It's a journey of burial.

……

Early autumn 2024.

Liucheng, Nanzhong Street.

Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, looking at Bao Shiyi with a pair of big eyes, and shouted crisply: "Dad......"

Bao Shiyi smiled and agreed.

Then, Xiaoxiao called out to Dad again.

Bao Eleven agreed again.

In this way, Xiaoxiao seems to be happy with this game, and from time to time she has to shout Bao Eleven, which seems to be fun, and seems to confirm that Bao Eleven is by her side.

It's always been there.

Zhou Yun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, held a comic book in his hand, looked at Bao Shiyi and Xiaoxiao's father and daughter with some taste, and continued to read fairy tales-

The voice is slow and gentle.

"I went hunting alone in the mountains. Suddenly, I met a very beautiful little fox. When I pointed the gun at it, it didn't run away, but looked at me with deep eyes. ”

Suddenly, it spoke, demanding to redeem its life with a drop of miraculous potion. ”

Zhou Yun's voice gradually attracted the eyes of a smile, and he opened a pair of big eyes, looking at it drippingly, full of ignorance and ignorance.

Zhou Yun continued: "I agreed. ”

So the little fox applied the potion to the palm of my hand. I put the thumb and index finger of my left and right hands into a window, facing the sky, and I could see the appearance of the dead in heaven. ”

"The little fox asked me, what did it see? I asked the fox first, what did it see?

"It said it saw its dead parents, dead at the hands of the hunters. ”

Bao Shiyi was slightly stunned, a little surprised, Zhou Yun would tell such a story, turned his head to look at Xiaoxiao and still looked innocent and ignorant.

Obviously, I didn't care about the story at all, and I didn't understand it, and I didn't know what it meant to die at the hands of a hunter.

Zhou Yun didn't expect this fairy tale to be like this, a little surprised.

But fortunately, Xiaoxiao is still small now, smaller than a little fox.

Now Xiaoxiao can't understand these fairy tales, she just tells stories to children, which are preschool education, and slowly educate children.

Zhou Yun continued to read the story, patiently and gently, telling the story like that.

Xiaoxiao turned his head, smiled at Bao Shiyi with his little face, and shouted crisply-

"Daddy!"

Bao Shiyi still smiled and replied: "I'm here." ”

It's always been there.

The death of the fox's parents at the hands of the hunter is both a story and a fable.