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Chen Qiao left the group, in the past ten days, the two of them lived in the same room, serving tea and pouring water for the old man, and when he left coldly, Chu Qing was still a little reluctant.

It's not that he's cheap and addicted to serving people, but he has a temper with the old man, and he really has the kind of closeness to his own parents.

Chen Qiao's last scene, Chu Qing was fortunate to ride together.

In the beacon tower on the mountain, the old man played a knife Liu, wearing a white head, which is the way to drape the old and young after cutting their braids. Holding the ghost head knife in one hand, he then stretched out his thumb and smacked it vigorously on the back of Hanaya Kozaburo's neck, as if he was estimating which bone he would cut from before his head would fall off.

Just this sip, the yin qi was calm, and Chu Qing could see that his body was cold.

A knife Liu, that is the character who cut the heads of the eight ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, was invited by Ma Dasan to cut the devil. As a result, he cut the devil and didn't die...... This Japanese son was so frightened that he was covered with a sack and fluttered around in the beacon tower, and Ma Dasan and the second neck followed behind.

"People are not dead! Still fluttering! ”

"I can't! The chickens that have lost their heads are also fluttering! ”

"The head is still on my neck!"

"Do you want to make up for it again?"

"Phew! I didn't stab Liu a second time in the neck! I want my reputation to be ruined! Open your eyes, God! ”

Chen Qiao threw the ghost head knife down the mountain, beat his feet and chest, and was inexplicably sad and angry. Sensei said that playing Huang Shiren is playing Pan Dongzi, and he can't live up to that impassionedness.

Chu Qing has always felt that these "old performing artists" are nothing more than older people. I made a few more revolutionary films, and then I became an artist alive.

As a result, the old man taught him a lesson. You still have a lot to learn!

He has always been in a very lonely and wandering state when filming, and there is usually only one opponent, such as Zuo Wenlu and Zhou Gongzi. But in this group, let's not talk about Chen Shu, Cong Zhijun and Chen Qiao, the three old guys, and don't mention Jiang Wen and Jiang Hongbo, let's just say that the Japanese Kagawa Teruyuki.

Yaniu* is coming. I can't understand what he's talking about, so I think it's too hanging! Most of the time he is angry, shouting, but it does not make people feel irritable and monotonous, but very natural and smooth. With this skill alone, Chu Qing can be blasted into slag.

He is like a little tyrant who has just bought a gold ring, and he has to show it off. As a result, the streets are now full of local tyrants wearing big gold chains. But he was not depressed at all, and the growth and stimulation in this environment made him tremble with excitement.

It's like the scene where the second neck roars at Ma Dasan, it's a good one, but it's a pity that when December has passed, there will be no more such a scene.

It is said that he has been nesting in this devil village for more than a month. If you only shoot a few shows a day, you may not be able to stay, and you may have to repeat it again the next day in a new way.

He's not in a hurry at all, Jiang Wen isn't in a hurry, what kind of heart does he have in a small supporting role?

Jiang Wen can wait for a heavy snowfall. Listen to the weather forecast every night with an electric box, and don't use a snow machine to live or die. I think that thing is too unlayered, and the snow scene knows that it is fake at a glance.

The director's mentality also affected the whole group, not in a hurry or impatient, and striving for perfection in every little detail. It's the investors who are crying, fifteen million is not enough at all, it has doubled, and the film is also a tumultuous fee, and tens of thousands of rolls are rising.

These high-end things have nothing to do with Chu Qing, he is slow every day, and he can call his girlfriend every once in a while.

Fan Xiaoye's lawsuit was as expected, and the Taiwanese company did not let go of the one million liquidated damages on the contract at the beginning. After a few rounds of arguing, I also knew that if I continued to fight, I would not win the war, let alone say that I would spend the litigation fees in vain, and I would have the meaning of out-of-court settlement.

Old man Cheng's student is quite powerful, and he is no different from the aunt who carries a basket of vegetables in the morning market, from one million all the way down to 200,000, and he is still working hard recently to see if he can get another discount.

Things are quite smooth, and she is accompanied by her parents, but the girl is most worried about her boyfriend. Every time I called, I showed a fragile state of love and hugging, complaining that the two of them hadn't been able to spend the first New Year together, and finally asked daily, when will I be back?

Chu Qing was also worried, and she could only tell her a special Tangshan dialect: whether she knew it or not.

That is, I don't know.

…………

On January 13th, a certain alley in Dongsi.

Jia Zhangke walked around the alley several times, and the cigarette butts he smoked could fill half of the garbage can.

This alley is hard to find, and he turned around all the way to find the place. I didn't make an appointment with the man, only said that it was morning, but he came a little early, only nine o'clock, and he didn't know if he went to work, so he wandered outside for a while.

The unit is inside, with low beams and eight-character foyers, in the cold wind and steep weather, containing the tranquility of the old alleys since the Ming and Qing dynasties. is a little different from what he thought, far from the kind of yamen style with a high gate face and three big characters on a yellow background printed on the ground.

Lao Jia twisted off a cigarette butt again, rolled up his sleeves to look at the time, felt that it was almost, and slipped away along the blue brick wall, there was not even a car on the road, and it was quiet and not steady.

When I arrived at the door, I looked at the big sign with black letters on a white background, and my heart was sudden, after living for 29 years, it was the first time I had stepped into the threshold of a state organ.

Just as he was about to go inside, suddenly seven or eight middle-aged people came out of the door, two of them side by side, and one of them looked at him with a familiar face.

Lao Jia hurriedly turned sideways, leaned against the wall to take a closer look, and really recognized that he had heard this person's name in school.

This person does not often appear alone, and is often relegated to a group for viewing, and critics with egg pain have given this group a unified title, called the fifth generation.

Walking side by side with him, like an official, the two of them hooked shoulders and backs, very warm, and the younger brother in the back continued to greet and echo, a bit of the meaning of sending distinguished guests out in ancient times.

The master talked and laughed with the official, and he was at ease, until he got into a jeep and went away, and Jia Zhangke came out.

As soon as I entered the door, my eyes lit up, and I looked cramped outside the door. Inside, however, it is spacious, a standard deep house compound.

"Hey! Who are you looking for? ”

An old man came out of the gatehouse next to him. Full of anger, this voice startled Jia Zhangke.

"Hey, my name is Jia Zhangke, and a leader surnamed Zhao asked me to come over today."

"Surname Zhao?" The old man thought for a while, pointed in one direction and said, "Go over there!" ”

"Thank you."

Lao Jia nodded in thanks, and as he pointed out, he walked through a short sloping corridor and knocked in front of a vermilion lacquer double door.

Someone inside opened the door immediately. But it was the official he had just met, and he asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Lao Jia introduced his name for the second time and said, "Hello, my name is Jia Zhangke......"

"Oooh! It's you! The man suddenly interrupted him and smiled, "Come in." ”

Lao Jia followed him into the house, not daring to look. Just listen to him: "Just call me Lao Zhao, that's what I called you, you came here a little early." ”

"Ah, I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry. You said on the phone that you wanted me to talk about the movie? "Lao Jia is very cautious, and he is stunned from the bottom of his heart when dealing with this group of people.

"Oh. We'll talk about that later. Lao Zhao waved his hand and said, "It's rare for you to come here, I'll take you for a walk!" As soon as he said that, he went out, and Jia Zhangke had to follow.

"This used to be Liu Yong, that is, Liu Luo's pot. Where he lives. ”

Lao Zhao took him to the courtyard and pointed to the few remaining monuments. After a brief introduction, he said: "Later, it was allocated to our bureau, don't look at this big place, it's all locked, just leave us a few rooms for office." ”

Lao Jia didn't know if he was big-hearted or really stupid, he listened quite seriously, thinking about Li Baotian's style, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The two of them turned around and returned to the house, Lao Zhao gave up his seat, poured him another cup of tea, and said with a smile: "I still have something to do over there, go out for a while, you sit first, feel free to do yourself." ”

"Okay, you're busy, you're busy." Lao Jia held the teacup and nodded again and again.

When he went out, Jia Zhangke looked at the house, like a side room in an ancient house, with little space, only a set of desks and chairs, a double sand, and an iron cabinet.

He sat on the sand, took a sip of tea, shook his head, and saw a copy of the text on the table, the font was quite large, and when he looked closely, he actually had his own name.

"Wow!"

He smacked his mouth, a little nervous, and a little excited, like Jiang Gan's complicated feelings of stealing a book, seeing that there was no one around, he got up and smoked the text.

There are two pages, photocopied, and the content is a report on "Xiao Wu" by Taiwan's "Dacheng Daily". This is nothing, the most amazing thing for him is that next to the text, someone handwrote a few lines of small words:

"Please pay attention to this matter to the leaders of the bureau, and we can't let such a movie affect my country's normal foreign cultural exchanges!"

The big exclamation mark at the end, like a hammer, chiseled into his heart, barely steadied his feelings, and then looked down and saw the signature at the end of the small print.

"Heh......"

Lao Jia hissed, it was the small report of the fifth-generation master he had just seen at the door.

He put Wen Jiàn back in his place and sat down in his chair for a long time before sighing. Suddenly I wanted to cry, not for myself, but for others.

Before coming over today, the worst had been expected, and he could tolerate it, but this was the reason why he couldn't bear it.

What do you want me to do with you?

What's the hurry?

He is simple and loves movies, and believes that everyone who makes movies is as simple and full of love as he is.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered a poem by Kitajima, which I didn't believe......

"Okay, let's talk another day!"

Lao Zhao's voice came from outside the door, and after pushing the door in, the conversation and laughter on his face still did not disperse. looked at Lao Jia sitting on the sand and said, "Come, let's have a brief chat." ”

He took two steps and sat down in the chair behind the desk, without any official appearance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you know why I called you here today?" ”

"Yes." Lao Jia nodded mechanically.

"Okay, then I won't say more, the results of your treatment are down, you listen to them first."

Lao Zhao opened the drawer, took out another copy, glanced at him, and read a title: "Notice on Not Supporting and Assisting Jia Zhangke in Filming Film and Television and Post-processing" ......"

The text is not long, he reads it slowly, and Lao Jia can hear every word very clearly. Xu is foreshadowing is too exciting, and when he really waited until he saw the real chapter, he didn't feel anything, and he was unusually calm.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Lao Zhao finally finished reading and asked.

"Nope."

"Do you have any comments?"

"Not either." Jia Zhangke shook his head slowly.

Both of them suddenly became very silent, one really didn't want to speak, and the other maybe just cooperated.

In the middle of the ring, Lao Zhao sorted out the two copies of the text, pinched it in his hand, and slammed it on the table before sighing: "We don't want to deal with you either, but your peers, your seniors, people sue you!" ”

Lao Jia pulled out a little smile and said, "Is there anything else?" I'll go first...... if it's okay."

Lao Zhao tilted his head and said, "Oh yes, you still have to write an inspection and pay a fine of 10,000 yuan." ”

"When?"

"Well, check that you'd better write it now, it's easy anyway." Lao Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "If you pay a fine, you can send it tomorrow." ”

"Okay, you can lend me a pen and paper."

Lao Zhao tore off a page of white paper, took a ballpoint pen and handed it to him, saw him crouching on the sand armrest and wrote two words, got up and said with a smile: "You just sit here and write with me, I'll go out for a while." ”

"Thank you."

Lao Jia was also polite and sat down on the chair.

"You can just put it on the table when you're done, and then you're good to go."

Jia Zhangke's writing is good, but at this time, his mind is chaotic, but his thinking is clearer, and he points to the theme at the beginning, admitting that he has indeed interfered with China's normal foreign cultural exchanges.

As soon as he wrote two sentences, as soon as the door rang, Lao Zhao wiped it back and said, "I just forgot to say it, the actor in your movie also has to pay attention." ”