December 22, winter solstice.

It was frighteningly cold, and the wind was freezing into the air, directly through the clothes, sticking to the flesh and skin.

Lao Jia is still kind, he didn't stay up here for a winter as Chu Qing imagined, he felt that the winter materials were enough, and he could go back to Beijing. Today is also the last time to shoot, and the next time I come back, I will have to wait until the spring flowers bloom.

"Platform" is very heroic in terms of time span, but the content does not have fierce dramatic conflicts, it is plain and simple, just the helpless life of ordinary people under the changes of the times.

It is said that there are a large number of symbols as epidermal impressions in every era, and people may forget the old days, but these symbols must be fresh in their memories.

In the first half of the film, Jia Zhangke frantically implanted the so-called symbols of the times, which were too dense and deliberate, so that they were out of control. Of course, the director has his own ideas, and the film is like a garbage can filled with dissatisfaction, and he willfully dumps something into it that he wants to dump.

For example, bell bottoms, "The Wanderer", Emperor Zhang, the king of the anxious song, and the broadcast of a great man's military parade...... And, well, a show that looks like it hurts.

"The wheels flew and the whistle sounded, and the train ran towards Shaoshan Mountain, crossed the river through the mountains, and faced the glow of the sun."

A strange song sounded, six people, lined up, each with their left hand on the shoulder of the little partner in front of them. The leader of the row is Liang Jingdong, with a white handkerchief wrapped around his head, dressed as an old farmer. He stretched out his left hand straight and led his friends out of the curtain.

Is it Gayo for Mao?

Because they all have a small bench under their buttocks, they have to hook the leg of the stool with their right foot, take a step with their left foot, and move forward with their right foot with the stool.

Originally, this was supposed to imitate the long train line, but it looked like a three-legged toad, and it was also such a sty1e.

What's even more painful is that the right hand has to make a circle at the side. to show that the wheels are running fast.

The most painful thing is that when they come out, they have to be like stupid, and the whistle of "......" comes out of their mouths.

The most painful thing is that I have to sing!

This is the large hall of a commune on the outskirts of Fenyang, built in the late Cultural Revolution with a capacity of about 1,500 people, and now the entire village has just over 2,000 people. The auditorium was completely dilapidated and was used by the commune as a warehouse for piles of building materials, in a mess. The whole crew got started together, and it took a long time to clean it up.

Lao Jia planned to put this scene of the art troupe performing in the countryside at the beginning of the movie, which was very important, and specially invited an old local director to guide them to rehearse according to the performance method during the Cultural Revolution.

"The Train Runs Towards Shaoshan" was a very popular program at that time, to the effect that six image figures of workers, peasants, soldiers, scholars, businessmen, and ethnic minorities hoped to arrive in Shaoshan as soon as possible. And sing hymns on the train.

Chu Qing is in second place, dressed in a blue worker's uniform, feeling both fresh and ashamed of this kind of original literary performance.

The six of them roared to the middle of the stage. Stop, step over the bench, face the stage, arms diagonally raised. He held up the sun and sang the last lyric at the same time: "Hey, face the glow of the sun." ”

"Hey! Play the worker that. Why don't you keep your mouth shut? ”

The old man was quite responsible, and he could tell at a glance that someone was paddling in it.

"Uh......" Chu Qing scratched his head, very embarrassed.

"Teacher, he really can't listen to his singing." Jia Zhangke explained.

"Can't sing him on the ball? Remove! The old man glared, and he despised this kind of cowardice who relied on relationships to fight for position.

Don't look at him who has been resting at home for many years, the fire in his heart is still burning, it's easy to have a chance to get addicted, how can he let a stick be poked inside!

Lao Jia is also embarrassed, Chu Qing is the protagonist, so he has to do it, but now people say it, if he really provokes this old man, he will be dumbfounded.

"Hey, teacher, don't be angry, I'll come down now, we sing a lot better, and we will definitely be able to arrange this show well." Without waiting for him to say anything, Chu Qing jumped down first, looking like he was focused on the overall situation.

Ya has no high wind and bright festival, just want to be lazy in the open, Lao Jia understands, but he can't say it, so he has to find other buddies to fill the position.

The song is actually very simple, but it is forced into the form of an opera, with six actors, each with SO1O, for a total of half an hour. Jia Zhangke asked them to go from beginning to end, and really act as a show, but Zhao Tao and the others had to work stage.

After practicing all day, it didn't meet the standard, and after a break in the evening, I continued to rehearse. It wasn't until late at night that the old man reluctantly nodded and agreed to leave the school.

Gu Zheng had already contacted the villagers to be a group performance in advance, but he didn't know when it would start, after all, the villagers were embarrassed to drag them over directly to wait for the show.

When Lao Jia said that he could shoot, he glanced at the time first, and grinned to find the village chief. So, in the evening, the village loudspeaker began to broadcast, informing the assembly in the auditorium.

The villagers are still very powerful, although the degree is slow, the one who promised to come over is not bad.

After waiting for a long time, they gathered in twos and threes, looking quite a lot, accounting for less than half of the auditorium. You can only try to be as compact as possible, creating the illusion of a sea of people.

Chu Qing didn't have anything to do with him, he consciously rowed to the handyman's pile, helped dispatch the group performance, fiddled with the equipment, and didn't dare to stop when he was not alive, the auditorium was whirring and leaking, and it was too cold.

This thing was covered with a padded jacket and a coat, and the body was okay, but the shoes were hung up, and the feet were unconscious, and they stomped up and fell to the ground with a stone, and the body was hard.

tossed around, and when it was time to start filming, it was already halfway through the night, and it was early in the morning.

Yang Lina tied a ponytail, walked to the middle, and announced the curtain in Mandarin: "The condolence performance of the Fenyang County Rural Cultural Work Team starts now!" ”

Chu Qing shrank behind the crowd, looking at this girl who seemed to be the same, with a strong voice, and suddenly had a sense of immediacy in the primary school sports meeting, "Golden Autumn Sun" god.

"A train is running on the land full of sunshine, heading for the hometown of our great leader, Grandpa Mao!" She read the words, waved her arms, and made a two-tenth-of-the-middle shape.

This show is a performance and singing, that is, there is acting, singing, and watching......

As a result, as soon as he said the first sentence, a fellow shouted at the bottom: "Okay! ”

"Stop!"

Jia Zhangke rubbed his hands and said, "Uncle, everyone will come out in a while, you shout again." ”

"Ahh Okay! Don't you look at this girl is very good-looking? An old man grinned with yellow teeth.

Speaking of theatrical performances during the Cultural Revolution, the mode is basically the same, with exaggerated shapes and catchy lyrics. At first, it was NG a few times, but then it became smoother and smoother, and against the backdrop of this dilapidated auditorium, the actors also seemed to feel the atmosphere of 1979, waving better than during rehearsals, and performing in a relaxed and natural manner.

The fellows kept laughing, and they didn't get distracted. The older ones may have seen it, and the younger ones may have heard of it. In short, on this night, they didn't realize that they were involved in the filming of a movie, and they just watched a free play and accompanied a group of chattering people to survive this year's winter solstice.

At four o'clock in the morning, the villagers watched the excitement and went home to sleep, while the crew had to wait for the next filming.

"I said you won't come. What are you squeezing with this? Gu Zheng pushed out in disgust while roasting the fire.

"Didn't this happen to me, frozen stupidly* fast."

Chu Qing arched his buttocks, occupied half of his small bench, and reached above the stove. Feeling the hot temperature, my blood is more relaxed. He exhaled, turned his head to look, and suddenly said, "Don't bake your machine." ”

This scene is the end of the art troupe. A scene of sitting in a car ready to return.

Because the car was too narrow, there was no place to stand, and those who were idle ran to the house of the janitor in the auditorium to make a fire. There were more than a dozen people crowded into the hut. It is estimated that even if you don't make a fire, you can sweat all over.

There is also a Korean girl in it, named Kim Bizhen, her job is to carry the DV around the group, look at something fun and shoot it, and make it into a tidbit Easter egg or something afterwards.

Her broken DV was frozen and hung up, and she was gathering by the fire to regain her blood, and said in very depressing Mandarin: "It's okay, it's ......" may want to say the word quality, but I can't remember it, so I have to answer: "It's, good!" ”

"Well, good!" Chu Qing pouted.

Over there, Lao Gu and the janitor were chatting happily, and the old man looked dry, but he didn't expect the real person to show up, saying that he was a veteran, participated in the Korean War, and went to Seoul in 1951. This kind of identity instantly made everyone awe-inspired.

"Hey, old man, my dad fought that battle too." Tao Jun suddenly became interested and said: "He also taught me a sentence in Korean, it seems that it is called what it means to surrender a gun and not kill, I can't remember it clearly." ”

The uncle was wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, and the folds on his face were smeared with black soot, and said with a smile: "That's not right, say so." He corrected his tone.

Jin Bizhen suddenly heard a sentence from her hometown, and also came over curiously, and Chu Qing even explained the content to her with a gesture. This girl's eyes lit up, and she wanted to participate very much, but her mouth was not good, so she was in a hurry.

Gu Zheng was very strange about her attitude, Chinese and Koreans, the impression of that war, seems to be completely different.

Lao Gu is also a sentimental person, he feels that the hut has suddenly become very interesting, these people, who have never known each other before, are connected by wonderful cause and effect, and only at this moment they talk around the fireplace. After dawn, they parted ways and may not see each other for the rest of their lives.

Chu Qing didn't think as much as him, and was about to ask the old man some secrets about the war, when he heard the "......" outside, and the big horn of the car sounded clearly.

"Yes, I'm over." He got up regretfully and slowly walked away from the fire.

On the car outside, the lights were on, and the head of the art troupe was taking a roll call, and everyone was together, just Cui Mingming.

At this time, Chu Qing climbed into the car, and as soon as he showed his head, he asked, "Is the play over?" ”

"It's over, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you? A carload of people is waiting for you, you young master! "The regimental commander had a cigarette butt in his hand, his arm propped up on his leg, and he was very unaccustomed to this kind of thorn.

"I'm a little late, and I didn't delay your performance." Chu Qing stepped on the steps, holding the car door, not caring about the road.

"I didn't delay the performance......," he sneered, "What do you think you did?" ”

"You say how well I act, I'm just good at acting."

The regiment commander threw away the cigarette, stepped on it with the sole of his shoe, and said, "Your train is called, what the is it called?" ”

Chu Qing went up the steps, walked inside, and said, "I haven't taken a train, how do I know what to call." ”

Seeing that these two goods were talking more and more fiercely, the others hurriedly played a round and said, "Forget it." ”

"Bright, don't say it."

"Let's drive."

Chu Qing sat in the last row, silent, and the head of the regiment also smacked his mouth, turned his head and said, "Drive." ”

As soon as the words fell, the lights went out instantly, and more than a dozen people turned into shadows, pouring into the darkness in front of the camera.

The old car roared, started slowly, bumping and bumping, and there was light from outside occasionally shining in, shaking out a few pairs of blurred eyes, looking out of sight.

Chu Qing's body swayed with the car, blending into this dark color, and even the people around him couldn't see their faces clearly. He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long voice: "Woo......"

Like, the train whistles by; Like, the wind blows the long grass.

The syllables sounded like a whistling sound, and then the friends followed.

"Woo......"

"Woo......"

The back row, the front seat, are connected, and there is a "boom boom" sound effect.

Yu Liwei has completely abandoned the light, and the camera shoots at the dark space.

None of them had ever been on a train, but in the darkness, on the bumpy car, it didn't stop them from fantasizing about the freedom of the train. (To be continued......)

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