"Is it okay now?"

"That's it!"

Wang Xiaoshuai squatted under the outer wall of the ear room of the Moqi Dapan Chicken Restaurant, his eyes were a little dazzling, and some of them were the dust raised by passing cars, and the corners of his eyes were dripping wet somehow.

"Can you shoot?"

"That's it!"

"Well, I'm going to sleep."

At this moment, Yu Yanqiao is like an ascetic monk who has traveled nearly thousands of miles, his cheeks are emaciated and only skin and bones remain, and his cheekbones are against the skin like sharp objects about to be pierced.

His black and white eyes were chaotic and dissociated, and his sunken eye sockets suddenly looked like a terminally ill patient, and his whole body was full of "silence".

After Yu Yanqiao entered the ear room and lay on Wang Xiaoshuai's bed, Wang Lan leaned her back against the door and listened to the orderly breathing sound coming out of the room.

She glanced at Wang Xiaoshuai abruptly, and the latter tilted his head as if he was a thief, smacked the cigarette between his fingers, was silent for a moment, and muttered:

"I don't want to, he ......"

He was chattering there like an old woman, and Wang Lan on the side didn't care how pitiful Wang Xiaoshuai said was like his grandson.

At this moment, her heart hurts.

I feel sorry for this man, why do you belittle yourself so much!

Can't you live a good life?

Wang Lan didn't bother to ignore Wang Xiaoshuai, who was still chattering there, turned around and went into the ear room, squeezed into the single bed with him, and tightly held his hand that was still trembling unconsciously in his sleep.

……

Ninety-four, October.

Zephyr.

On the outskirts of the capital, several young people gathered together for the same thing, and on this day, Wang Xiaoshuai took his own script "Days of Winter and Spring", wandering in the capital for several months without success, but by mistake with the help of friends, it was officially started.

A pair of lovers of CAFA, the man is called Dong, and the woman is named Chun, the two took classes together at the age of sixteen, learned painting, fell in love, and drove piles.

Every day out of the morning exercise and running, one, two, three, four, squeezing to get hot water to wash, the years are long, and there is no change, mainly boredom, and a strong desire.

The life of the two of them is plain and boring, if it is an ordinary person, they may be able to withstand such a dull life for decades.

But the two of them are young people who hide "flowers" in their hearts in this era of change, and they are eager for their lives to be changed in this changing era.

There is a good who will use it, saying that using black and white film can present a cold texture, but when the payment for the investment father Yu Yanqiao was in place, Wang Xiaoshuai immediately changed his words:

"I prefer the visual impact of color film."

The pure literary and artistic youth of today's era can fly to the sky and fall in love with the sun, moon and stars, and they can be with the light and dust.

But their original intention has always existed, to give their bottom line a height, but not to really put their heads in the mud.

Therefore, you can't change your creation because Yu Yanqiao is an investment father, Wang Xiaoshuai pretended to be calm and vetoed Yu Yanqiao's suggestion to change the picture.

"No, I want to be straightforward, not sneaky."

"The sound is the sound of human kicking and the single bed vibrating, and the camera is focused on the scattered oil paintings on the ground, so that it can better express a kind of conjecture, this kind of restraint can make people's thinking more diffuse!"

Yu Yanqiao had only one thought, that is, to make this film well, so he made a suggestion.

"No, I want a spectator's perspective, it's a calm, unemotional observation, just like what I had in mind when I wrote this script, plain, without any waves!"

Yu Yanqiao's gaze did not fluctuate at all, like a dead thing. To be honest, Wang Xiaoshuai is a little "frightened" by this person these days, not because he is afraid of him, but because he feels that this person is on the verge of "brokenness" and may be going crazy.

Yu Feihong, who played the heroine Chun on the side, saw that the two began to fight again, so she acted as a peacemaker as always, and said:

"Since that's the case, let's shoot two paragraphs, and let everyone see it in the later stage, use that one if it's good, isn't it."

Yu Yanqiao didn't say anything, Wang Xiaoshuai pushed the frame, exhaled, and said, "Okay!" ”

“action！”

In the boring building, oil paintings can be seen everywhere on the ground, and the pungent smell of paint fills the room.

"Ahh......hh

Crunch crunch......

The sound of breathing that was trying to suppress mingled with the swaying of the single bed in the studio, like a symphony playing in real time.

On the single bed, Yu Feihong, who was lying on her back, had her black hair scattered behind her ears in a messy manner.

The tall Joan nose was bubbling with a little crystal sweat, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrow bones bit the corners of her mouth.

His cold and unwavering eyes stared straight at the dusty wall stained with various paints.

The single bed was very narrow, Yu Yanqiao propped his hands on both sides of the bed, and his body subconsciously sank like a pendant, but there was no joy in secreting dopamine on his face.

A ray of sunlight from outside the room filtered through the gap in the window and onto the side of Yu Yanqiao's cheek.

He wore old-fashioned glasses, and his cold eyes twisted with his head, looking through every gap in the room, because he had to be peeking in.

"Click!"

Wang Xiaoshuai asked the two to prepare the next paragraph, while he was tinkering with the film on the side.

"Can it do you? No, let the director think about other ways. ”

Because the next scene is mouth-to-mouth, Yu Yanqiao was afraid that this girl would not be able to pass the level in her heart, so she suggested.

Yu Feihong got up from the single bed, put on the clothes with her back to him, reached out and pulled the hair on her forehead behind her ears, pursed her lips, and smiled:

"Don't stick out your tongue later!"

Yu Feihong was introduced by him, and the girl was very happy to read the script. Don't look at her filming a few mainstream TV series, but people are still literary young women in their hearts.

After Yu Feihong joined the group, she found that the man's mental state was a little wrong, so she occasionally joked and counseled her after filming.

"Don't worry, I've brushed my teeth."

Yu Yanqiao grinned reluctantly, which was a joke, but in the eyes of others, his smile was like a piece of dead bark, and he felt very disobedient, that is, the feeling of smiling and not smiling.

“action！”

Wang Xiaoshuai set up the film camera in front of the two of them, and he wanted to shoot a visual impact at close range.

In front of the yellowed window, the two hugged each other, and the moment Yu Yanqiao touched her, she was soft and elastic.

When later generations say how conservative this era is, they don't know that people have already played on the screen.

"Girl, do you want to stretch it?"

Yu Yanqiao's stiff cheeks smiled suddenly, this was a rare joke he had made in recent days.

Maybe it was because of his emotions, or maybe it was his superb skills, Yu Feihongte cooperated with him, like a lover, and devoted herself to it.

Yu Feihong's beauty is very generous and gentle, and she is as subtle as a good wife.