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"Okay, okay." The old man waved his hand to show his compliance.

"Let me help you carry it. I have to go back along the same route anyway." Seeing this, Yin Ze raised his head and drank the meat porridge in one gulp. He put away the bowl and chopsticks and took the hoe on his own initiative.

……

Director Masaichi Mori was polishing the script, walking around looking for inspiration for the shots.

There is a serious loss of young people here, and only a few elderly people are left in the village. Whenever there is a meeting to discuss farming, all the people who gather together are old faces with gray hair. The former primary school has also been abolished, which makes people feel regretful.

"Why do you want to make a movie with almost no sense of story?" asked a colleague who came to visit the set.

"How long has it been since you sat down and had a good meal?"

Mori Zhengyi folded his arms and spoke slowly.

"Every grain of rice absorbs dew on every rainy day and bathes in the sun on every bright day before growing into a mature rice grain and then into a plump white rice. It is waiting for you to taste it and to praise it. But you often swallow it casually while chatting and laughing with others, or even without chewing. Maybe it's because you are bored and have to eat it while watching a large-scale variety show, or maybe you are busy and have to reply to text messages and emails while eating. Our existing lifestyle is not only putting the cart before the horse."

"Is this your core? Instead of exploring farming life like a documentary. No wonder you use handsome men and beautiful women as actors and put on a layer of beautiful filters." The colleague nodded thoughtfully.

"It's enough that the meaning is conveyed. Farming can't be easy and comfortable. I also know myself well. For a movie like this, if the actors are not good-looking, it will be terrible." Mori Masakazu laughed a few times, "Niche movies also have niche audiences."

“Have most of the staff arrived?”

"Well, Ms. Hashii and Ms. Matsuoka are arriving today. I'll have to send a car to pick them up later, otherwise it'll be a bit of a hassle to get here from the city."

"Isn't there another male actor?" asked the colleague.

"Oh, yes. He arrived yesterday and drove here by himself... He could have just called me. He really didn't want to cause trouble for others." Mori Zheng nodded.

The director recalled the incident of someone going to look for a dog last night, and he could probably guess the character of the young actor.

Is that the kind?

He is the kind-hearted type, and although he looks like a playboy, it's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance.

However, this is not the case...mainly because someone really doesn't know that there is a car to pick them up.

The agent who was far away sneezed. He scratched his hair in confusion, feeling like he seemed to have forgotten something small.

"Is it the one who played Ronin Kenshin?" The colleague had obviously seen the popular movie. "The acting of that artist is quite good. If he was really an amateur before, then he must be extremely talented."

"Well, he is an active voice actor, and he is very popular in the industry." Mori Zhengyi said, "After all, I discussed it with his agent, and both the agent and himself are registered under the voice actor agency."

"Voice actor?" The colleague was stunned. "I have heard of the trend of voice actors developing in multiple fields. But the competition among voice actors is so fierce now? He didn't find a substitute for his actions in Ronin Kenshin, right?"

"The industry is so big, it's completely understandable that a few geniuses emerge..." Mori Masakazu didn't know any more details, so he could only say this.

"Hmm. But his debut work was a big hit movie, he is so talented, and most importantly, he is young. Would he be content to just play such a small supporting role and have such a few shots in his second step on the road of film and television?" Colleagues wondered.

"Haha, you're overthinking this. He's very dedicated, he didn't bother anyone and drove to the set by himself, this is just one of the reasons. He took the initiative to reveal his thoughts to me and was willing to cooperate with me. From his words, I could see that he only wanted to help complete the film, not seek profit at all." Mori Masakazu sighed, "He just arrived and took the initiative to help the crew with work, move equipment, and stay by the cooker to take care of the fire. He is really a traditional and upright film and television person... and he's also good at playing cards. He just helped me play a few games and won three packs of cigarettes from the assistant director."

This sounds like a very charismatic person.

Colleagues looked at him slightly sideways.

Is it so excellent?

Became friends in one night?

"So, where is he?" The colleague couldn't help but want to see him.

"That's not clear. He got up very early and seemed to be going to see the scenery nearby. But it doesn't matter. We have to prepare for the start-up soon anyway, and he will be back then." Mori Masakazu shrugged.

My colleague came to visit the set and was not in a hurry to leave so early, so he nodded.

The two men continued to walk along the edge of the field, gesturing from time to time and discussing shots and composition.

At this time, a man came towards us. One hand was in his trouser pocket, the other was holding a plastic bag, his hair was not carefully trimmed and fell casually on his forehead and temples, he was holding a small grass in his mouth, looking at the mountains and clouds in the distance. He was thin, unrestrained, and a little decadent.

The lush green sets off his rosy skin and the faint smile on his face.

Passing by the countryside, the rice ears are swaying with fragrance, the trees are sprouting young leaves, and the brooks are gurgling.

The prose-like texture of the novel is too strong.

The train goes down the blue sky, back and forth silently. Suddenly I feel the summer is long, and yesterday's smoke and dust are floating over the white walls. The small town is like a deserted place. I received a postcard from you, with a handwritten poem and a fragrant aroma...

The composition and perspective were so wonderful that both directors paused their conversation and examined the scene out of professional instinct.

"...?"

Yin Ze was walking on the road when he was suddenly stared at by two male compatriots opposite him, and his steps hesitated.

There was a brief silence.

"Where have you been?" Mori Masakazu spoke first.

"Nothing. I met some enthusiastic villagers. I had nothing to do, so I helped them weed. Then they gave me some fruits. The villagers are so honest." Yin Ze showed the big plastic bag in his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old woman and old man on the opposite side of the field waving at him. The man naturally waved back. They looked as if they were neighbors who had lived here for seven or eight years and were very familiar with each other.

As for the matter of renting a house for accommodation, maybe I should let this person go to negotiate. When Mori Zhengyi encountered this approach, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Director, can I make one?" Yin Ze took out a big apple from the plastic bag.

"Oh, thank you." Mori Zhengyi took it, wiped it with his sleeve, and took a bite. It was sweet and delicious.

"This big brother should also get one." Although Yin Ze didn't know the person next to the director and had no memory of this person when he was playing cards last night, it did not affect his enthusiasm at all.

"……Thanks."

"What are you doing?" Yin Ze asked casually.

"Look at the scenery and find a camera position." Mori Masakazu said simply.

"Oh, that's fine. You guys are busy, I'll go back to the tent first." Yin Ze understood.

"Let's go together. The other actors will arrive in the afternoon and we should also make preparations early." said Mori Masakazu.

"Okay, how about another one?" Yin Ze was about to take out some fruit again.

"Enough, enough, I haven't finished this yet." Mori Zhengyi was eating with a crunching sound.

The crew's lunch was very simple. The cook bought vegetables and meat from the village office, borrowed the kitchen, and cooked a big pot. Everyone lined up to scoop. I didn't expect that after many years of graduation, I would still have the opportunity to see the legendary three-shake rice spoon stunt again. It's so nostalgic.

After the meal, everyone habitually took a short break.

While the man was looking at him with doubt, the director took a phone call and asked a staff member to drive a van to pick up other actors.

Was my encounter with the rural peasant girl an unexpected incident? ?

Very quickly, very quickly, the van came back. After seeing the van, the crew members started to take up their posts and took action. The man finally met the other actors.

"Haha, let me introduce you. This is Takizawa Satoru who plays Yuuta." The director stood in the middle and said to the left and right, "This is Hashii Ai who plays the heroine Ichiko. This is Matsuoka Miu who plays Yoshiko."

Anyone who can be an actress will have good looks. The two actresses are both in their prime, and it is really pleasing to the eye when they stand together.

The three of them exchanged customary greetings.

"It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance." Matsuoka Miu is a traditional Japanese girl. She is transparent, fresh, neighborly, and sweet.

"It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance." Hashii Ai has the temperament of a model.

"Thank you for your advice. Would you like some apples?" The man just opened the plastic bag again.

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The two actresses were a beat slow, but still took the fruit with both hands and said thank you.

It is worth mentioning that no matter who they are, the number of works in the film and television industry far exceeds that of someone. Hashii Ai debuted in 08, and Matsuoka Miu debuted in 07, so even in terms of seniority, someone has the least experience. It can be said that he is the oldest and the lowest level.

As an entertainer, I am still too young and inexperienced. I still have a long way to go before I can shine.

Yin Ze did not communicate too much with the two beautiful actresses. Firstly, the work was about to start and he had to change his clothes quickly. Secondly, whenever he thought about filming, the heroic ideal hidden deep in his heart would burn and he could not afford to forget it.

Of course, it is impossible for a movie to be shot according to the plot timeline. There is no time for that. Of course, it is divided into categories and shot in a concentrated manner according to factors such as environment, time, schedule, etc., and then re-shot during post-production editing depending on the situation.

Sometimes the beginning and the end are right next to each other. Just now they met for the first time, and the next scene is full of love and tearful separation. One laugh, the next one is crying. So being an actor is a technical job. Whatever emotion you want, it must come to your mind immediately.

Just like now, the actor and actress who just met will immediately become a pair of old acquaintances from the same hometown.

……

A small truck loaded with live fish was driving on the village path.

"Yuta, why did you come back to Komori again?" said the girl in the passenger seat. "I thought you would definitely use school as an excuse to leave here."

"Of course, that was my original plan. So I found a job there."

The boy in work clothes said that there were traces of sweat on his cheeks from physical work and there were some short stubble around his lips.

"In Komori, the language used is different from that over there. I don't mean the dialect. I respect people who can do simple things like responsibly express what they have actually done and their inner feelings. I hate listening to these shallow and arrogant people who have done nothing but think they know everything and just move what others have done from the right to the left and say empty words.

The boy frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his brows, and cast his gaze toward the green fields outside the window. He spoke half in a narrative, half in a self-questioning and self-answering manner.

"I don't want to live a life where I get killed by someone and then complain about how they killed me."

……

"Cut——" shouted Mori Zhengyi who was guarding the machine.

The van quickly turned back.

The experienced driver's driving skills are so steady that the water in the bucket behind him never spills, which is quite like the style of Tengyuan Tofu Shop.

"Passed." Mori Zhengyi confirmed it.

The crew then got busy preparing for the next scene.

Yin Ze got out of the car and walked to the side to wait. His role was really easy. Apart from a few interactions, the rest was just eating and drinking in the heroine's house.

Therefore, more of the screen content is about the heroine cooking.

Maybe tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we will focus on shooting the scenes indoors and then the scenes outdoors.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mori Masakazu nodded to the male actor who passed by.

It’s not hard at all.

Just driving and speaking lines.

“Do you feel relieved?” said the man who had been eating an apple beside the director. “Are you thinking that this is over?”

"That's not true."

Yin Ze shook his head. Of course he would not doubt the director, just like he would not doubt Party A after the drawings he submitted were confirmed and accepted by Party A. As a member of the second creation area of ​​​​N Station, he would not underestimate the power of editing. For ordinary variety shows, the program team can create a conflict effect if the introduction and conclusion are slightly inconsistent, let alone movies.

With the same background and subject, the focus and the final image will certainly be different between an ordinary person and a photographer. Not to mention a director.

"Just follow the other party's request."

"Oh, a very mature mindset. But it's true. There are scenes of intense sorrow, and there are also scenes of calmness, just like life." The man said, "Your lines are very good, there is no lag at all, and the ups and downs of the tone are very suitable."

"After all, I'm a professional." Yin Ze nodded modestly. From the perspective of a professional voice actor, it is very easy and simple to speak like a chat without exaggerating the tone or using a unique voice.

"I see. But no matter how simple it is, as long as the shot can be done in one take, it is worth encouraging."

The man paused for a while before he realized and spoke.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Okita Shuji, and I'm also a director."

Chapter 172 There are good actors

The young farm boy and girl worked together to carry the bucket full of fresh fish towards the breeding pond.

For this kind of hard labor, a real man should take the lead, especially when there are so many people watching.

Physical weakness always comes after overclocking. Eating delicious food and drinking spicy food is just to fill the consumption of the lightning of thinking. It's not that someone really wants to be lazy and lose his penis. On the contrary, being able to control the limbs like a machine will significantly increase the athletic ability, and any skill can be quickly mastered. If you can forge a heavenly body, then "strength" and "skill" will coexist, which is so terrifying.

Don’t you see that even the supreme among dogs and donkeys can become a powerful man by relying on a small computer?

The corridor of life is tangible yet intangible, and it can use software to repair hardware. Its level of mystery is even greater than that of Master Lu, Dream Creator, and War God.

It's just that Xiao Bailong yearns for peace and is devoted to exploring aesthetics, without too many distractions. If it were any other crazy guy, he would probably have been researching the "perfect fake death".

Yin Ze tilted the thick round bucket as high as his thigh towards the edge of the pond, and the live fish slid into the pond with the water.

Another bucket..

Another bucket...

Yin Ze and Qiao Jing Ai were panting, wiping their sweat with handkerchiefs, squinting and grinning, holding their waists in the sun. They looked like they were really tired and really working, without any falsehood or acting.

Because this is really helping the villagers move fish…from catching them with nets, to transporting them with carts, to dumping them into ponds. The two leading actors helped the villagers complete their work for the day.