In the past few days, Zhang Yimou has been having a headache for the role of Chen Feipu, he is looking for a relationship to go to the Coal Mine Art Troupe to help dredge, and at the same time, he is also looking for candidate actors and making preparations.

Gong Li's mention of Chen Feipu just now really made Zhang Yimou think a little bit about it, the external conditions of this young man in black are indeed quite suitable for the role of Chen Feipu.

Gong Li saw Zhang Yimou in a daze, so she said to him, "I just saw him moving boxes with Liu Qing from the scenery group, maybe it was from the scenery group." ”

Liu Qing is an old man who makes scenery, and he was there when "Ju Dou" was filmed before, so Gong Li knows him.

Zhang Yimou nodded, there are many young people in the scenery group, and it is normal for him to have something he has never seen.

At this moment, Liu Qing came out after moving the box, and Zhang Yimou called him to stop, "Master Liu." ”

Liu Qing turned around and walked this way, and when he came to him, he asked with a smile, "Director Zhang, what are your orders?" ”

"Who is that young man in black who was carrying the box with you just now? Look at the noodles. ”

"Black clothes ......" Liu Qing frowned, remembering who was wearing black clothes today.

He Saifei added with a smile, "It's the one who is thin and tall, and looks good when he laughs." ”

Hearing this description, Liu Qing suddenly understood, "It's Zhou Yan, he is the assistant of the soundtrack, and Mr. Zhao sent him." I've been here for a while, and the last time I went to Yanjing to carry gauze and wood, I drove him over. ”

"Oh, that's him." Zhang Yimou was suddenly, he remembered that there was such a person, "Okay, there's nothing else, Master Liu, you can get busy." ”

Liu Qing didn't leave immediately, he said with a smile, "Zhou Yan, this kid is very good, he is a high-achieving student of Yangyin, he is not only sincere, but also lively." ”

Zhang Yimou smiled and nodded, "I see." ”

Liu Qing left with a smile.

Looking at Liu Qing's back, Zhang Yimou smiled again, he didn't know whether Zhou Yan was sincere or not, but he must be lively enough, otherwise, Liu Qing would have known him for a month, and he wouldn't have taken the initiative to say good things to him.

Regarding Zhou Yan's matter, Zhang Yimou just asked casually, and he had no other plans for the time being. Although this Zhou Yan's appearance is quite in line with the role of Chen Feipu, he is a student after all, so he is not suitable.

……

Zhou Yan also saw Zhang Yimou standing with Gong Li just now, and there was a lot of commotion at the scene today, and he didn't go up to say hello.

After working outside to help the scenery team for a long time, Zhou Yan returned to the dormitory, and his new roommate He Wuming actually changed into a gray robe, sitting on the bench holding a book and reading.

Zhou Yan secretly gave a thumbs up, He Wuming, this guy is really stylish, he doesn't look like a person from 1990, but from 1909. If he is thrown to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, there will be no sense of disobedience at all.

Hearing the movement, He Wuming glanced up, and then said softly, "I'm back." ”

In an instant, Zhou Yan had a bunch of goosebumps on his body, and he suddenly remembered the scene in the TV series where his wife greeted her husband who came home from work, and the tone was the same as He Wuming's tone just now.

"Uh, ahem, Teacher He is reading." Zhou Yan coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment and panic.

He Wuming nodded, "There's nothing to do left and right, read some idle books." ”

If it was a different person, Zhou Yan would definitely ask "what book is reading" and "is it worth recommending", so that the conversation leader would not fall to the ground, but this time Zhou Yan just let out a "hmm" from his nose and stopped talking.

He Wuming didn't take the initiative to speak, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Yan returned to the desk and sat down, checking what he had written halfway before, he regretted a little that he hadn't written more in the previous month, and now that there was a more He Wuming, it would not be so comfortable to write in the dormitory.

He Wuming's box was placed next to the desk, Zhou Yan looked sideways at the box, he was very curious about this box, the box was not an ordinary shape, it should be specially customized.

I heard someone outside say that the box was filled with a piano, but Zhou Yanzhen couldn't tell what kind of piano was inside, the lyre in this box was too short, and the moon qin or huqin was too big.

Glancing at He Wuming, who was still reading, Zhou Yan didn't ask about Qin, but instead did his own thing. Although he submitted seven novels and still didn't reply to a single letter, Zhou Yan's mentality is still very peaceful, and he also knows that submitting novels to magazines in this era is a process of expectation and suffering.

The mail delivery is too slow, and the editors of the magazine have too much work, and in many cases, there is no rejection, and the submitted manuscript is like a stone sinking into the sea.

……

From the morning to the evening, Zhou Yan and He Wuming did not speak again.

The next morning, Zhou Yan first heard the sound of cleaning up things, and then heard the sound of opening and closing the door, he looked out of the window sleepily, and before the sky was completely bright, he turned his head and continued to sleep.

Later, he was woken up by the sound of stringed instruments, and then he heard someone singing, singing "Su Sanqi Solution", the voice is transparent, but the taste of Peking Opera is too light, and the pronunciation is a little wrong.

Don't think about it, this must be He Saifei practicing Peking Opera, and the sound of string pulling just now was probably from He Wuming's hand.

Zhou Yan got up with sleepy eyes, took a glass of water, pushed the door out with a toothbrush in his mouth.

He Saifei stood at the gate of the No. 5 courtyard, singing "Su Sanqi Jie" decently, and He Wuming was holding a handful of Jinghu and was accompanying her. Many people in the courtyard had already gotten up, some were busy with their own affairs, and some were watching He Saifei sing with interest.

Although He Saifei's performance is not very good, the life of the crew in the past month has been too dull, which can be regarded as adding some seasoning to the ordinary life.

Jiang Mengfei in the next room was squatting at the door eating, and when he saw Zhou Yan coming out, he said with a smile, "Did the door god wake up so early today because of Teacher He's beautiful singing voice?" ”

Zhou Yan gave Jiang Mengfei a roll of his eyes and ignored him, Jiang Mengfei continued with a smile, "Teacher He, why does this erhu sound weird. ”

"Weird harsh?"

Jiang Mengfei raised his eyebrows and thought about it, then nodded, "It's a bit of this feeling, anyway, it's not the same as the erhu I heard before." ”

Zhou Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Because the thing in his hand is called Jinghu, not Erhu." ”

Jiang Mengfei patted his head, "Oh, I almost forgot, you are still a high-level student of the central voice, do you know how to play the erhu?" ”

"First, it's Jinghu, and second, I'm from the composition department."

"So what the hell are you going to pull?"

"I'll."

Zhou Yan threw down a sentence, brushed his teeth and washed his face with a basin, Jiang Mengfei, who had been eating well, suddenly became a little hesitant when he picked up the noodles.