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Chapter 213 Gong Xing Arrives in Beijing
At night, the Miao village is decorated with lights, and the lights make the strings of peppers look bright red.

The male villagers held torches, played the reed pipe, and the female villagers swirled red umbrellas and danced the red umbrella dance.

As the music played one after another, everyone surrounded the newlyweds tightly, as if they wanted to drown them in a sea of ​​red.

Jubilation, enthusiasm, festivity, happiness, no words are needed, the emotions rendered by the colors were all captured on camera.

"Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl."

"..."

"A hot girl is not afraid of being hot since she was young."

"Spicy girls don't fear spicy food when they grow up."

"A hot girl is afraid of not being hot when she marries someone."

At this time, Gong Xing and other Miao girls gathered around the campfire, beating bamboo tubes of different sizes on different parts of their bodies, humming "Hot Girl", dancing, using their hands and feet, and shooting arrows left and right.

Looking at the scenes designed by Zhang Yimou, Fangyan couldn't help but think of the Ansai waist drum in "Yellow Earth".

The troops were also lined up in neat rows and the momentum was just as great.

“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.”

Guo Baochang sighed, "Among this crew, the one who will achieve the greatest success in the future will probably be Yimou."

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think so?"

Guo Baochang said: "Look, he has just graduated from university and can do such staging and use of colors. Within five years, no, within three years, Yimou will definitely be one of the best photographers in the national film studios!"

"No matter what, he is the photographer of Guixi Factory."

Fangyan smiled and said, without this ability, how could he be the chief director of major projects such as the Yanjing Olympics and the Winter Olympics?
"Hehe, yes, our factory will make a fortune now."

Guo Baochang was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

Fangyan joked: "Indeed, what is the most valuable thing these days? Talent!"

Guo Baochang said gratefully: "This is all thanks to you. Without this young crew, these talented people would have to sit on the bench for at least seven or eight years before they could have the opportunity to make an independent film. By that time, I'm afraid their chances would have been gone."

Fang Yan said: "Now that the filming crew is on track, I think it's time for me to return to Beijing."

Guo Baochang said: "Teacher Fang, the filming crew can't do without you, please stay a little longer."

Fangyan waved his hand and said that he returned to Beijing to create "Huang Feihong" and had to consult and ask for advice from the martial arts coach.

Guo Baochang tried to persuade him to stay again and again, but when he heard that he had to attend his sister's wedding during the National Day, he stopped forcing him.

Fangyan smiled and changed the topic to finding an excellent composer for "Hot Girl".

“Do you have the right person?”

Guo Baochang said that the Guangxi Film Studio was not as good as major film studios such as the Xi'an Film Studio and the Shanghai Film Studio in terms of composition.

"I can help you find it."

Fangyan was thinking of asking Qiao Yu and others to recommend a composer who could write pop music, and also introduce an audio-visual publishing house.

Kill two birds with one stone, one lyric, earn two dollars.

"That's great! We trust Mr. Fang's judgment!"

Guo Baochang asked whether Gong Xing should be invited to sing.

"That depends on whether she has the will."

Fangyan turned his gaze to Gong Xing who was dancing with Chen Daoming.

After a while, the director Zhang Junzhao shouted "cut", and everyone stopped what they were doing.

Zhang Yimou, Huo Jianqi and others thanked the villagers who participated in the performance one by one, their tone full of gratitude.

The crew members began to pack up their equipment, but the villagers were still not satisfied and continued to sing, dance, eat and chat around the campfire.

"Gong Xing!"

Guo Baochang waved his hand, and when she walked in front of the two of them, he asked, "After the last scene is filmed tomorrow, your part will be finished. What are your plans next?"

Gong Xing said that he had found the original ecological feeling and wanted to stay and experience life in the village for a while longer.

Guo Baochang said: "Of course, you can stay as long as you want, even until the end of the filming, no problem."

Gong Xing said gratefully: "Thank you, Director Guo."

Fangyan asked: "How long do you plan to stay here?"

Gong Xing said he planned to stay for another ten days or half a month.

"That's right. Teacher Fang and I just discussed it."

Guo Baochang told the truth about the composition and singing.

"Teacher Fang, Director Guo, thank you for your kindness."

Gong Xing declined politely, saying that he only wanted to be a pure actor and had no intention of crossing over to become a singer, not to mention that he had no musical talent.

Fangyan was not surprised and gave Guo Baochang a look.

"Teacher Fang, are you going back to Yanjing so soon?" Gong Xing's eyes were filled with disappointment.

Fang Yan nodded and said, "It's time to go back. I can't miss my sister's wedding."

The two of them continued chatting about Fang Hong's wedding, and the conversation gradually opened up. As they walked, they talked about each other's families.

"Everyone in our family is your fan."

Fang Yan said: "If I could meet you in person, I would definitely be very happy."

“Thank you for liking me.”

Gong Xing hid his hands behind his back and twisted his clothes.

"You said you wanted to experience life here until National Day."

Fangyan asked: "So, what are your plans for National Day? Are you planning to go back to Shanghai?"

“I haven’t figured out how to spend my time yet.”

Gong Xing nodded first, then shook his head.

Fang Yan asked, "Have you been to Yanjing?"

"Yeah, but I haven't been there for a while."

Gong Xing said that he had worked in the General Political Department Repertory Theatre for several years and had also lived in Yanjing for several years.

"Have you ever thought about going to Yanjing again to take a look?"

Fangyan invited her to visit Yanjing during this National Day.

"Going to Yanjing?"

Gong Xing's heart skipped a beat.

Fangyan smiled meaningfully: "Would you like to give me this opportunity to show your hospitality?"

"Just the two of us?"

Gong Xing felt his brain burning and he was twiddling the corner of his clothes in his hands.

"If you think it's not lively enough, you can call Zhang Yu, Zhao Jing and others to come to Yanjing." Fang Yan said suddenly: "Of course, if you want it to be more lively, you can also come to my sister's wedding. We welcome you very much."

"Attend your sister's wedding?"

Gong Xing's eyes widened in shock, this was too sudden!
"If my sister knew that you could attend her wedding, she would be so happy." Fang Yan said, "But it depends on your opinion. I fully respect your decision."

Gong Xing felt like his brain was about to dry out and his face was burning hot.

Fang Yan looked at her and asked, "What did you say?"

"Water, water...I'm a little thirsty."

Gong Xing ran out in panic.

Fang Yan watched her drink it all in one gulp and couldn't help laughing.

After Gong Xing finished drinking, he slowly calmed down and walked back.

"Teacher Fang, can you let me think about it?"

"of course can."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Take your time to think about it. No matter what decision you make, I respect your choice."

Just then, the children swarmed over and pulled them to the center of the dance floor.

"Brother, sister, come and dance!"

"This bamboo tube should be carried like this."

"Is that so?"

Although Fangyan couldn't dance, he still accepted the bamboo tube handed to him by the girl and stood face to face with Gong Xing.

"Boom."

Seeing him beating the bamboo tube, Gong Xing took a deep breath and started dancing too. Gradually, the dance became dominated by her.

The dialect tried to keep up with the rhythm, and the movements were slightly stiff.

"Haha."

"Teacher Fang, you have to knock like this."

Seeing how clumsy he was, Gong Xing smiled sweetly.

The bamboo tubes made different pitched sounds, and the people gathered around the campfire, singing and dancing to the rhythm.

The sounds of reed pipes rose and fell, echoing through the valley.

The firelight shone on the profiles of the two people. Red peppers, red lanterns, red umbrellas, a large area of ​​red surrounded them.

The two looked at each other, and Gong Xing seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

(End of this chapter)