Chu Qing's hometown has a big farmers' market, and when he was a child, there was no so-called commercial street and urban planning. The market is casually next to the road, the terrain is very low, more than ten meters down from the side of the road, two iron pillars hold up a big sign, which is the door.

There are no indoor stalls, a slippery iron shed with cement boards, and the full board is spread on the flat ground, and it has become a large market, selling clothes, pants and shoes, as well as snacks, rice grains, and daily groceries.

At that time, many song and dance troupes and stunt troupes from other places came to perform, and they placed the venue in the low-lying area at the entrance, set up a canvas canopy, set up a wooden platform, and put dozens of benches. The villagers often bring their families and children to giggle for two hours under the dim broken light, leaving a lot of melon seed skins.

Chu Qing also likes to watch it, but he has no interest in singing and dancing, what he likes is stunts. I once saw a flying car performance troupe, driving a motorcycle up and down in an iron cage, and the sparks were swishing and popping, and I still feel extremely awesome.

However, I have only seen it twice, because for ordinary groups, tickets cost one dollar, but for stunt troupes, they cost three.

In the early 80s, reforms were being carried out everywhere, and most of the town art troupes were disbanded. During the Cultural Revolution, they went to the countryside to offer condolences, unify their thinking, and work hard, but after the policy was opened up, it was useless.

The reform plan of the association is to switch from public to private contracting, that is, you pay the full amount at one time, and then the personnel and equipment in the regiment are at your disposal.

Some of these people went to the sea to do business, some went to school, and some went home to farm. But there are still many people who can't do anything but sing and dance, so they have to follow the boss everywhere, and slowly form the first batch of large-scale acupuncture groups in China.

Collectively referred to as greenhouses.

The main line of the second half of "Platform" revolves around the content of the greenhouse, and Chu Qing has a special sense of intimacy just by reading the script due to his childhood experience.

The Fenyang County Art Troupe responded to the call and also started individual contracting, but they were all short of money. No one took over. As a result, Lao Song, who had the most zài sense in the group, actually did this thing and became the new boss of everyone.

Yin Ruijuan entered the Industrial and Commercial Bureau as a clerk under the movement of her father, while Cui Mingming, Zhang Jun and Zhong Ping continued to follow Lao Song to run the field.

The first performance was the first time that the village next door was electrified, and in the eyes of the village chief, this was a big deal, so he invited someone to help the fun. I didn't think they were literary and artistic workers at all. In the past, this was called a church meeting and a drama.

At the time of departure, a dozen or so people huddled on a tractor, swaying to the noise of "Tututu".

The companions were young and did not know how far the road ahead was, and they sang happily "Goodbye friends, goodbye friends, goodbye friends, goodbye friends, goodbye friends......

Chu Qing was wrapped in a military coat. Leaning down, he didn't open his mouth, and kept looking at the small county town that was getting farther and farther away, maybe. Still looking at the girl who is getting farther and farther away.

Jia Zhangke knows very well, although he is obsessed with long shots, he also knows the charm of using close-ups correctly. The only few big close-ups in the whole film were given to Chu Qing. Others really can't hold it up.

Compared with the performance in "Xiao Wu", he is now more mellow and natural, and fits the character. He acted. It's the effect that Lao Jia wants.

This kind of growth, in addition to being surprising, is also a little at a loss, because I don't know what he will become in the future.

"I said handsome guy, don't make your hands abrupt, just get a little roll, don't give me a hot Chow Chow."

In the barber shop, Chu Qing sat like a condemned prisoner, watching the young master holding a curling iron, swishing on his head, and reminding him in horror.

"What is a Chow Chow?"

The little handsome guy may not raise small animals, so he was stunned and asked softly.

"Uh, a dog."

"Oh, it's okay, this one is kept for a short time, and it gets straight in a few days."

"That's good, I haven't bent since I was a child." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Qing sacrificed too much for this broken piece, with long hair and curls, just to meet the needs of rock and roll youth.

"Not done yet? It's been a long time. ”

While the two were talking, Gu Zheng pushed the door in to urge, and when he saw his new look, he circled his back hand twice, and said mockingly: "Tsk, it's like my daughter-in-law raising that teddy." ”

Teddy is so cute, it's easy to bury it?

Chu Qing's hair is softer, and it is more fluffy when it is curled, and the handsome little guy smeared some elastic pigment to make it softer, and then looked at it again, and then said, "Well, it's okay." ”

It was dark outside, and a large shed was set up in the open space not far away, with two light bulbs falling, playing Di Qu from the 80s, and shouting from the loudspeaker: "Today, the Shenzhen Stars Space Soft Posture Break Dance Troupe will perform for you, Mr. Er Yong, who has just returned from a visit to the United States...... and the pink Shuangjiao who just joined the group, Miss Mimihaha. ”

When there are often crashes, they usually co-star and share resources. Mimihaha, that is, Liu Xiaojuan and Liu Xiao'e, were originally the pillars of the other group, and they were dug into their own command by Lao Song.

Inside the shed, the band on stage was preparing, Chu Qing was wearing a blue jeans jacket with a red shirt inside, hiding in the waiting area to brew.

In the prelude, he walked to the middle with a mushroom cloud on his head, and began to roar: "Long platform, lonely waiting." The long train carried my fleeting love. ”

Jia Zhangke did not make specific arrangements for this scene, and let him play freely.

He has never been on stage, but he has seen a lot on TV, and he has everything that a concert should be. is not only singing, but also throwing his arms and legs very casually, piecing together a set of dance moves.

The people sitting under the stage were all fellow villagers, and they couldn't bear it, so they didn't have to follow the script at all, and spontaneously started smashing banana peels.

This bastard didn't care, he had already entered a state of forgetfulness, and roared with his eyes closed. In the end, he jumped down to shake hands with the audience and interacted, which was regarded as a bright provocation by his fellow countrymen, and he was almost cut.

Jia Zhangke watched his funny and natural performance, covered his mouth and couldn't help laughing, and he was also relieved. Because Chu Qing usually gives people the impression that he is too stuffy, he is very worried that he will not be able to let go.

The reason why Ya can be so shameless is mainly because of the good brewing of love, and he tries to imagine himself as a "mentally handicapped child who has just received a gift from a kind aunt, with a happy face." ”

Fit?

…………

Capital, night.

In the café, Zhou Gongzi blew the foam in the cup, took a sip, and said, "You don't go." I'm a little, a little scared myself. ”

"Isn't there another translator? You should go to Paris for a tour. Lou Ye probably didn't eat, nibbling on a piece of small pastry, and said with a smile: "People say that the most precious thing about coffee is this layer of foam." ”

Zhou Gongzi blinked and smiled: "I don't know." As he spoke, he took a sip of the milky white foam, shook his head slightly, and frowned: "It's too tired." ”

The two of them haven't seen each other for a long time, and they can get together thanks to "Suzhou River".

Just a few days ago, the Paris International Film Festival sent an invitation to Lou Ye. He caught up with something and couldn't schedule the trip, so he notified Zhou Xun. After Zhou Gongzi received the news, he immediately prepared, but she was an ID card in Hangzhou, and if she applied for a visa, she had to go to the French consulate in the magic capital.

Seeing that the film festival is about to open, it is too late to go to the magic capital. Fortunately, the boss of her economic company is Li Xiaowan. I got acquainted with a Frenchman and walked through the back door.

Today is March 31st, she bought a ticket to fly to Paris early tomorrow morning, and she went to bed early. But he received a call from Lou Ye, and when he said it, he actually told him to tell him.

"Did you inform him?" Zhou Gongzi held the white-handled long spoon and stirred it carelessly. Asked.

"No, he'll be filming in the countryside, busier than me." Of course, Lou Ye knew who he was talking about.

"Oh. None of you are available. Zhou Gongzi smiled and lowered his head, as if talking to himself.

As the night grew darker, the two chatted for a while and then broke up.

When she got home, she was completely sleepy, tossing and turning, and regretting the cup of coffee. I had to get up, leaning against the large floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon lights outside in a daze. I don't know what time it was, but I gradually felt confused and collapsed on the bed.

As a result, when I woke up the next day, the sky was bright! She didn't have time to get annoyed, so she quickly contacted the company and bought a ticket for 8 p.m. instead.

The Paris International Film Festival, founded in 1975, focuses on new directors and new films. Like Rotterdam, they are all B-category film festivals, but they have less influence. Moreover, France, as one of the mecca places for European films, has three film festivals that can be called famous, which is not surprising at all.

But it is an international event after all, and Zhou Gongzi's careful thinking is still very much looking forward to it. On the morning of April 2, she arrived in Paris with an interpreter and two people.

The first time she went abroad and participated in the film festival for the first time, she felt like a white dove from the moment she got off the plane, stuck in a black house without a head and no brains, and everything was full of alienation.

I can't read, I can't understand, I don't know, I don't know, just like a puppet, I have to rely on a translator to solve everything.

The film festival has opened, the translator is still quite responsible, and his work ability is also very good, and when he arrived at the hotel where the organizer entertained, he soon learned that the two screenings of "Suzhou River" were scheduled for the afternoon.

They were in good time.

Although the film festival is not well-known, it is well funded, and generously provides a hall that can accommodate hundreds of people. The two of them huddled in an inconspicuous corner, watching the audience enter, more and more, until they were all seated.

The light slowly dimmed, Zhou Gongzi held the back of the chair in front of him, panting slightly, and the people and environment around him, like this darkness, pressed towards her little by little.

She is not used to this country, she is not used to the streets full of foreigners, she is not used to the process of film festivals, she is not used to watching movies in a completely unfamiliar place.

And what she is most familiar with is this movie, especially when the motor appears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

The translator was looking at it vigorously when he suddenly heard a soft sobbing sound next to him, and hurriedly took out a tissue.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just, it's just, I feel stupid abroad." Zhou Gongzi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and said with a smile.

"I've been like this before, just a few more times. Hey, have you seen this film? "The translator is always there.

"No, it's the first time I've seen it." She stared at the two people on the screen and said softly.

At the end of the screening, the lights came on and the same scene as in Rotterdam appeared, with a standing ovation that lasted for several minutes.

Zhou Gongzi was very, very alarmed and asked the translator if this was out of politeness or liking.

"If it was out of politeness, they would just applaud and not stand up," the interpreter said. If you stand up and clap for a long time, it's a special favorite. ”

"Suzhou Creek" is undoubtedly more in line with the tone of the French, the two were recognized as soon as they came out of the theater, and they were crowded in the middle by those big-nosed foreigners, enthusiastic and not offensive.

There was also an old couple holding her hand and saying that they hadn't seen such a good movie for a long time.

April 3rd, the second day of Zhou Gongzi's arrival in Paris.

The film festival seemed to be occupied by "Suzhou Creek" overnight, and the house magazine, newspapers, and film critics were all discussing this film from China, from the picture to the cinematography, to the narrative technique, and the definition of love.

And, of course, the performances of the two protagonists.

The French only had an impression of the next generation of actors like Liang Jiahui and Zhang Manyu before, but they didn't expect to see two fresh faces, and while they were surprised, they also said that they were completely able to accept it, and called it the representative of the new generation of Chinese actors.

The lovely translator specially bought a few newspapers and read them to her, because it had been raining in Paris recently, and the day she came, it was sunny, so the newspapers said Zhou Gongzi like this:

Spring is coming in Bei*Beijing......

(For the Paris International Film Festival, the information on the Internet contradicts itself, and after many searches, it is deduced that it should be founded in 1975, and this edition should be the 25th.) (To be continued......)