The literary era since 1979

Chapter 209 What a nice day
"Lao Gu, Shao Gong, walk slowly!"

Fang Yan sent Gu Hua and Han Shaogong out of the guesthouse and waved goodbye. Guo Baochang also stood at the door, watching their backs gradually go away, then looked up at the sky.

"Teacher Fang, maybe we are here at the wrong time."

"Why do you say that?"

Fangyan looked at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly realized.

"The road to the Miao village is difficult to travel on. If it rains, it will be even more difficult." Guo Baochang's face was full of worry.

"Put all the equipment in the jeep, Director Guo, and you guys will guard it."

Fangyan said that the rest of the crew were all sitting in the back of the truck.

Guo Baochang said, "Teacher Fang, why don't you and Xiaoxiang also get in the jeep?"

"We treat everyone equally."

Fangyan added that the Chinese native dog playing the role of "Old Two" and its dog trainer were also placed in the jeep.

"That's it!"

Guo Baochang's eyes were full of admiration. "I hope it won't rain when we set out."

However, God is not good.

It was raining heavily when we set out from Star City.

Fortunately, the rain stopped when we arrived in Suining.

I thought it was the end, but it turned out to be a new beginning.

The sky gradually darkened and became hazy.

The drizzle continued incessantly.

The fiery enthusiasm of the crowd was extinguished little by little by the rain, and a feeling of "failure in the beginning" lingered in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the carriage became solemn and depressing.

Everyone who was talking and laughing just now fell silent.

Gong Xing and Li Mingqi were sitting next to each other, their bodies swaying as the truck rocked. Just as they were thinking about how to boost morale, they suddenly heard a voice in dialect beside them:
"It's a nice day."

"We came back just in time."

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on Fangyan.

Zhang Junzhao wondered, "Teacher Fang, why do you feel this way?"

Fangyan did not answer but asked, "Yimou, how did we plan to shoot "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" before?"

Zhang Yimou thought without hesitation, “I need to incorporate emotions into the colors and images, and capture the greenery of western Hunan.”

"So, do you have any ideas to make the mountains, rivers, and grasses look greener and highlight the greenness?"

Fangyan looked around.

Zhang Yimou, Huo Jianqi and others fell into deep thought. This was also one of the biggest challenges facing the crew.

The camera we brought this time is already the best equipment of the Guixi Factory, but the quality of the pictures taken can only be considered average.

This will weaken the color contrast and greatly reduce the final effect of the movie.

"Teacher Fang, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhang Yimou shook his head.

"There is no good way, but there is a simple way."

Fang Yan said faintly: "Just make good use of the rainy days. The morning rain in Weicheng moistened the dust, and the green willows in the guest house looked new."

Why did Teacher Fang suddenly recite poetry out of the blue?

Zhang Junzhao couldn't help but think of his classmate, Brother Chen Kai. Whenever this kid wanted to be mysterious, he would recite a poem.

"Yeah, how could I forget this!"

Zhang Yimou slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly.

Huo Jianqi, as an artist, was the second to realize that "after the rain, the greenery of the mountains and rivers will be more lush visually."

Zhang Junzhao and others also suddenly realized, and their depressed mood was swept away, and a feeling of seeing the light came naturally.

"Do you think this is bad weather or good weather?" Fangyan looked around with a smile on his face.

"What a beautiful day!"

"We have the right location, the right people, and now the right time!"

The extinguished enthusiasm of the crowd was rekindled.

"Everything has two sides. Maybe it's bad weather for driving, but it's good weather for the following shooting."

Fangyan smiled and said, "Our good fortune is yet to come!"

"Teacher Fang is right!"

Everyone was greatly encouraged and discussions were heard again in the carriage.

Based on the dialect, Zhang Yimou even proposed the idea of ​​filming after the fog had dissipated.

The noise became louder and louder, with laughter breaking out from time to time, gradually covering up the sound of rain outside the car.

Seeing Fangyan encouraging morale, Gong Xing held his cheeks with both hands and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

Suddenly I thought, this rain is good! This weather is so nice!
………………

When the rain stopped, the convoy was almost at its destination, the Dayuan Ancient Miao Village in Suining, facing south and north.

It is built against Qinglong Mountain and alongside Yudai Water.

In the village, there are cellar houses shaped like courtyards, hidden among the green mountains and clear waters.

The Tonggu stone road connecting every household was also washed smooth and bright by the rain. Gong Xing got out of the car and stretched his back.

You can feel the fresh air with every breath.

The grass and trees after the rain are bright and green.

At this moment, Zhang Yimou said as he was moving the equipment:

"Director Guo, Teacher Fang just discussed with us in the car and plans to move the scene of meeting in the rice field forward."

"Why did you suddenly change the shooting plan?"

After hearing the reasons, Guo Baochang agreed without hesitation.

The scene where the Dong girl and the rural postman and his son meet in the green rice fields was moved to the first day of filming.

"Don't worry, settle down first."

Fangyan lent a hand, holding a large, washed black pot.

Chen Daoming asked curiously, "Just now on the road, I wanted to ask, why do you want to borrow a pot from the Xiangnan factory?"

"You'll find out soon."

Zhang Junzhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "These are the lessons learned from those who have experienced this."

Gong Xing was puzzled, but when he walked into the village and saw strings of bright red peppers hanging in every household, he immediately understood.

The villagers were hospitable and enthusiastic. They had prepared corn liquor and red and spicy side dishes early on.

"Teacher Fang, what is this?"

Gong Xing looked at the red and green dish curiously.

"This is called 'Lao Bo Chili'."

The dialect says: "Put the green and red peppers on a red-hot fire and cook until cooked. Then put them in a mortar and mash them together with garlic seeds and shredded ginger. Add some vinegar and salt and mix well. Then the spicy, garlic, ginger and vinegar flavors will all be present. Come and have a taste."

Just by listening to the manufacturing process, Chen Daoming's forehead broke out in sweat. After taking a bite, his throat felt like it was roasted by fire.

Before he could recover, the villagers came to him with grins on their faces and raised their bowls to toast him.

Chen Daoming couldn't bear to refuse and drank it all in one gulp.

The strong liquor went down my throat, coupled with the spiciness that had not yet subsided, a surge of heat rushed up, and I was sweating profusely. Another surge of heat rushed down, and my anus tightened.

"Daoming, do you understand now?"

Fangyan looked at him and couldn't help but recall the time when she was creating "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" here, and her anus tightened.

"I understand. Hiss, so... so spicy..."

Chen Daoming was so spicy that he could hardly speak and sweat flowed into his eyes.

"There are quite a few people in the crew who don't eat chili peppers like you and me."

According to the dialect, the pots that the villagers use to cook are all spicy, so the crew had to prepare one themselves, and then asked someone in the village who could cook without adding spicy food to work as a part-time chef, responsible for the crew's three meals a day.

When Gong Xing heard this, he glanced around.

The villagers thought the food was not spicy enough, so they simply pulled off a few dried peppers from the pepper string, ate a sip of wine, took a bite of the food, and then took a bite of the dried pepper. They looked comfortable and enjoyable.

The child drank a mouthful of vegetable soup with red peppers, and the spiciness brought tears to his eyes and caused him to sweat. The mother blew into his mouth and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, my child is so good. After eating the red peppers, his hair has grown longer, and he has grown taller and fatter..."

Fangyan smiled and asked, "Are you used to eating this?"

Gong Xing picked up a pickled vegetable and said, "I'm used to it. It's delicious."

"I noticed in western Guangxi that you can eat spicy food, but I didn't expect you can eat this much spicy food." Fangyan said in surprise.

"I don't know if it's innate or if I got used to it during those years in the production team in western Jiangxi."

"Do you know that in Shonan, girls who can eat spicy food are called 'spicy girls'."

"Hot chick?"

Gong Xing's face, which was already red from drinking, became even redder, just like a bunch of red peppers.

Li Mingqi asked with concern: "Why is your face suddenly so red?"

"I can't drink much. My face turns red when I drink."

Gong Xing felt embarrassed when he thought about the hospitable villagers who would toast him in a while.

"Then drink this. It's called 'Wubaxiao'."

According to the dialect, this is a homemade health drink of the Miao people, and it is also a sour soup that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Under his gaze, Gong Xing took a small sip. As the sour and spicy taste entered his throat, a warm current flowed into his heart and his eyes suddenly brightened.

Fang Yan said: "How is it, can you bear it?"

Gong Xing was surprised and delighted: "Yeah, it feels similar to the sour food of Guixi."

"Teacher Fang, why didn't you tell me earlier..."

Chen Daoming said in a gloomy tone.

As they were talking, the villagers came forward with wine bowls in their hands, singing Miao songs and inviting the guests to drink.

The sound of cups and bowls colliding was accompanied by shouts of "Cheers".

After taking a mouthful of sour soup, Gong Xing felt warm all over.

Looking at Fang Yan, drinking wine and blending into the villagers' conversation and laughter, his eyes gradually became blurred and he couldn't help wondering in his heart.

How come I got drunk after just one glass of wine?
At such a banquet, all the guests were in high spirits, and their drunkenness made them even more passionate.

The sky gradually darkened, and every house lit up its lights. The sky cleared up after the rain, the autumn weather was clear and the breeze was cool. It was a nice day.

(End of this chapter)