Huayu02 started by making films.

The following day was Sunday.

Han Yi was woken up by his phone alarm, the familiar "Spanish Bullfighter" ringtone playing in his ears. He sprang out of bed with a gust of wind, quickly washed up, and went to the next room to knock on the door.

"Chenchen, Ake, get up and eat. Lao Du and the others will be here soon."

A response came from inside the door: "Coming, coming! I'll be right there after I've packed up my cosmetics."

Without waiting for the two girls, Han Yi went straight downstairs, bought ten baskets of steamed buns and eight bowls of soy milk from a breakfast shop, and packed them up. Just as he returned to the hotel, he saw Xiao Zhao parked in his Changan Star. Han Yi went to meet him, and the group put their luggage in their respective rooms before having breakfast in the hotel lobby.

After eating and drinking their fill, Xiao Zhao drove the equipment to the dock, with Han Yi giving directions.

The bread truck was parked on the hill opposite the dock. Du Zhe carried Alai out of the truck, and Han Yi arranged for everyone to take their positions according to the layout drawn yesterday.

Chen Chen moved two folding chairs over and placed them aside, then began applying makeup to Jiang Wen and Jiang Wu.

Han Yi explained the camera movement procedure to Du Zhe and then let him practice on his own. Xiao Zhao, carrying a sunshade and a fill light, searched for a suitable lighting position at the dock.

Da Gao took out a few planks, nails, and a hammer from the bread cart and started banging away to make a makeshift coffin. There was no other way; the bread cart was too small, and if it were made in advance and then transported over, there wouldn't be enough room for a person to sit in it.

After a flurry of activity, Han Yi took out a rope from the car and carefully tied it to the coffin.

It was 1 p.m. when Zhao Ke retrieved his boxed lunch from the small restaurant. After eating and resting briefly, the group began filming the second scene.

"I'm glad you're dead now, two scenes in one shot—Action!"

With Han Yi's command, the crew began operating smoothly. Du Zhe carried A Lai, and the camera steadily zoomed in on Wu Bai (played by Jiang Wu).

"Give us a close-up of the face," Han Yi whispered.

Du Zhe gave an OK sign.

Wu Bai's phone vibrated in his pocket. He stood up, glanced at the screen, and turned to his younger brother, Wu Tian (played by Jiang Wen), saying, "I'll be right back."

The camera slowly pulls back to reveal a panoramic view—an abandoned dock where two brothers sit side by side on a simple coffin.

Wu Bai walked to the side and answered the phone: "Feeding... he's not doing well... he's not doing well. Hmm... he was there when it happened. Soon, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Bai walked back and gently patted Wu Tian on the shoulder. The two brothers sat down side by side again.

The camera remains in a wide shot, slowly panning to behind the two people. The conversation begins:

Wu Bai: "Something terrible has happened."

Wu Tian was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"Yes." Wu Bai's tone relaxed.

"What happened today?" "Yesterday."

Were I there too?

Du Zhe slowly moved the camera forward, showing a side view of Wu Tian (played by Jiang Wen).

"Yes, I'm here too," Wu Bai said.

"Yes..." Wu Tian nodded first, then turned his face to the side and repeated with emphasis, "I was there at the time, tell me, I..." His tone began to show doubt.

Wu Bai: "To be honest, I actually felt relieved."

Wu Tian chuckled awkwardly, "My mind went completely blank at the time."

The camera began to move slightly upwards.

"That's normal, especially in the mornings," Wu Bai said.

"In the morning?" Wu Tian asked, puzzled.

"It's alright, I just can't remember things, where I am, or what happened..." Wu Bai sighed.

He continued, "We're at the dock now, the place where we grew up."

The camera slowly zoomed in. Wu Tian opened his mouth wide and let out a drawn-out "Oh—".

Wu Bai continued, "We went to see Dad, and then...we're going back to the city now."

The camera pans to the left, focusing on Wu Bai. His eyes hold a mixture of probing and doubt.

"I...I am Wu Bai, your brother."

"I know you are Wu Bai." After saying that, Wu Tian suddenly looked at his brother, "I don't know why, but I want to cry."

He paused, then asked, "Are you one too?" Before anyone could answer, he answered himself, "You are too."

Then, he reached out and touched Wu Bai's bald head, then withdrew his arm, took out a green tangerine from his pocket, wiped it on his pants, and took a bite.

He handed the half-eaten orange to Wu Bai. Wu Bai took it, but Wu Tian gripped his left wrist tightly: "It's for you."

Seeing that his brother didn't move, Wu Tian pressed, "Don't you want it?"

Wu Bai took the green orange with his right hand and gently placed it on the coffin: "Wu Tian, ​​ever since we were little, you always gave me oranges, always green ones."

"Don't you like oranges?"

The two brothers spoke almost simultaneously: "I wouldn't say I like it." "You put oranges in everything."

"Back then... you always asked me for oranges," Wu Tian said.

"When we were kids?" Wu Bai asked.

"Yes! It's from when we were kids! I haven't forgotten! You love oranges, Wu Bai."

"Wu Tian, ​​I...I don't want to disappoint you, but...I don't love oranges."

The camera zooms in, revealing the brothers' right and left hands tightly clasped together.

I hate oranges.

"Why do you say that? I don't understand..."

"It's nothing, it's just... I don't want to pretend everything's fine anymore. It's because you were confused and forgot everything... but I haven't forgotten. I really wish I could forget, but that pile of disgusting things will stay in my head for the rest of my life."

After saying this, Wu Bai looked at his younger brother and continued:

"We were young then... I didn't dare tell you what I went through. But we're brothers, and when I told you later, I found out you went through the same thing. I asked you if you had anything to cover up your body odor, and you said that in your experience, oranges would do, especially green ones. But... let's stop pretending to love oranges. We always hated green oranges back then, but we'd rather eat them to cover up our body odor."

"He's here. Come on, let's go." Wu Bai said finally, then stood up.

The camera slowly pulls back, revealing the backs of the two brothers.

Wu Bai turned around and gently kicked the coffin: "Just a few days shy of a hundred years old, can you believe it?... Finally, he can rest in peace."

Wu Tian looked up and pointed, "What's in the box?"

"Wu Bai!"

"Wu Bai, I'm talking to you!"

The camera slowly pans back, revealing the silent figures of the two brothers on either side of the viewer.

……

"Okay, click!"

Han Yi called out, his tone filled with satisfaction: "This take is good. We'll film it again tomorrow morning; I'll use it for emotional comparison."

After saying that, he took out his phone from his pocket, preparing to call Boss Wu to ask when the boat would arrive. Just as he opened the menu, he heard the sputtering sound of an engine coming from afar on the sea.

The man who arrived was Wu Jun. At that moment, he was piloting a small diesel boat, one hand on the rudder and the other waving vigorously toward the shore. Wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat, at first glance, he really did have a bit of the "Little Ma" look.

Han Yi watched as Wu Jun's mouth opened and closed, guessing he was greeting him. Once the boat docked, Wu Jun turned off the engine, tied a rope to a stone pillar on the shore, and called out loudly, "Han Yi, how's the filming going? Did anyone cause you any trouble?"

He strode ashore and pointed to the other side of the dock: "Those two young men are the ones I hired to keep watch over things. And look at my outfit today, isn't it cool?" He then proudly flicked the hem of his shirt.

Han Yi then realized—the two young men who had been loitering around nearby were there to oversee the place. He was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Boss Wu, you look so handsome, you look like a rotten-mouthed guy at first glance."