In the next shot, Zhao Danfeng remembered it at a glance. That was when he followed his master who lived in a Tibetan house to do farm work, Jiang Wei stood on the roof of the house to shoot. In the camera, it is the elongated figure of himself and his master, gradually moving away towards the rising sun, and gradually returning towards the sunset. He waved the ten yuan in his hand excitedly to Jiang Wei, "Come down, please drink!" ”

"What can you drink for ten dollars?" It was Jiang Wei's voice.

"Barley wine!"

In the camera, the guy who is already about the same as a homeless man keeps waving the money in his hand, smiling as brightly as the sun shining on his face.

"Drink and go on the road!" Jiang Wei shouted.

The camera turned again, but it was a ten-day trip to southern Tibet. Heavy rains, mudslides, landslides, cliffs that can only be walked by one car. There was no dialogue, only the sound of the horns of the people pushing the cart in unison, the cheers of the cars driving out of the mud, and the blasting of the boulders that blew up the road. The sound of trickling and rolling floods, as well as the rustling of leaves and the snoring of Zhao Danfeng at night, are indispensable.

The moment he arrived in the town, Zhao Danfeng knelt in the middle of the road, kissed the road, turned his head to the camera and pointed to his heart, "Look, the road to heaven only starts here." ”

Jiang Wei, who hadn't appeared for a long time, appeared in the camera again, but with his back to the camera, sitting on a cement road sign post, pointing ahead, and in the distance, there was a herdsman who kowtowed his head in three steps and bowed, "That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your recitation... That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth..."Jiang Wei directly recited the full poem of Zhao Danfeng's "That Life".

The camera turned, but it was when Zhao Danfeng was still quite delicate and white. Writing a postcard at the post office, he said to the camera. "Everywhere I went, I would send her a postcard. She'll know where I'm and I'll know I'm safe. ”

"Do you love her?" Jiang Wei asked.

But there was no answer, because the camera turned again, Zhao Danfeng, who was walking on the streets of Xiangfan, said, "Here I witnessed Huang Rong's love for Guo Jing, and Xiaolongnu's love for Yang Guo, so I wrote it on the postcard, and I also witness my love for you here." ”

"Do you love her?" Jiang Wei continued to ask.

There is still no answer, and Zhao Danfeng, who has become a beggar. Written earnestly on the postcard, it is no longer a sentence, but a long paragraph.

"What did you write?" Jiang Wei asked.

"I wrote, the weather in the capital is cold, don't wear a skirt anymore, it's okay to wear a skirt to me, and show others a lot. And I will catch a cold, usually eat less sweets, and don't eat chocolate when I'm not there. Zhao Danfeng continued to write. Jiang Wei pointed to the one next to him that had already been written, "Why did you write one more." ”

Zhao Danfeng glanced at it and smiled, "This is for another person." ”

"Oh. Do you love her? Jiang Wei asked.

"Love." Zhao Danfeng nodded.

When Zhao Danfeng saw this, he just wanted to kill Jiang Wei. Nima, that postcard was written for Yuan Xiang. The most important thing is not who to write about. It's the effect he edits, obviously every time he asks. I answered that it was love, but I got here. I used one word. I really wanted to die, and quietly shrank down from my seat, Li Shaohong glanced at Zhao Danfeng, "You are dead." ”

Zhao Danfeng looked at Li Shaohong embarrassedly, "Sister Hong, save me." ”

"Benefits?" Li Shaohong whispered, and Lao Mouzi glanced at the two curiously.

"Whatever." Zhao Danfeng began to lose discipline.

"Deal." Li Shaohong smirked.

The film lasted for an hour and ten minutes, and the audience had a little bit of their own understanding in their hearts, Yan Danchen stabbed Chen Kun, "Do you understand?" ”

Chen Kun nodded, and shook his head again, "I understand this story, but I haven't understood the meaning of this story yet." ”

"I kind of get it." Yan Danchen said softly, "Is it showing a person's growth, you see that Zhao Danfeng has changed from an urban youth, not to mention the change in appearance, from picking food, to doing farm work for Tibetans to make money and drinking, and now happily nibbling on steamed buns, his eyes have changed obviously." ”

I have to say that Yan Danchen saw it very carefully, and Liu Ye, who was sitting on the side, glanced at Yan Danchen, to be honest, this kid didn't analyze this. And it's a bit foggy, although you can deconstruct this movie from the knowledge you learned professionally, after the combination of various shots, some interesting expressions are inevitably a little embarrassing for Liu Ye.

There are some who don't understand, and naturally there are those who understand, the two filmmakers communicated, "A very good road documentary feature film will have a good market in Europe." ”

"The bland progression, the gradual enrichment of the characters, and the application of flashbacks do not make people feel jerky and bored at all, but always look forward to it. Great story, great storytelling, unpretentious authentic performances. ”

The filmmakers have the perspective of the filmmakers, and the directors also have the perspective of the directors, Lao Mouzi said to Jiang Wei, "Do you want to send this film to the exhibition?" ”

"Send." Jiang Wei smiled.

"It's so original, whether it's the story or the structure, I don't know what others will say, I think your experiment this time is a success." Lao Mouzi said, "This guy is good, and the more he goes, the more brilliant he becomes." ”

In the camera, Zhao Danfeng walked on the road with his bag on his back, pointed ahead, and smiled at Jiang Wei, "Let's measure the last road with our feet." ”

In the distance, it seemed that the palace was looming. Jiang Wei put the camera down, made a complete kowtow action, and built a small stone on the side of the road, "One day, I will turn the road of heaven in my heart from here." Now, I want to accompany him through the path of heaven in his heart. ”

There was no palace, no city, only Zhao Danfeng knelt on the ground and shouted, "We have arrived!" After that, it became a picture of Zhao Danfeng drinking butter tea on the side of the street and writing postcards.

"This is the last postcard?" Jiang Wei asked.

"No, as long as you leave in the future, I will send it." Zhao Danfeng shook his head.

"Why?"

"Because I want her to know that I'm there for her." Zhao Danfeng said.

"You can't live without her anymore." Jiang Wei said.

Raising his head, Zhao Danfeng said seriously, "I won't travel alone anymore, traveling with a man, I'm fed up." So I'll take her with me, wherever I go. ”

Jiang Wei smiled, Jiang Wei's face appeared again, the uncle was already standing at the capital airport, and said to the camera, "We are back, thirty-seven days later, we are back here, this is home." No matter how far I go or how long the road is, I will come back. And he is still looking for the direction of home. ”

Zhao Danfeng dropped his luggage, picked up Hu Jing and turned in a circle, and the scene of kissing became the last picture of the film. Jiang Wei's monologue sounded, "Come into my arms, or, let me live in your psyche, love each other silently, love each other silently, your road has just begun." My way..."

End。 (To be continued......)

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