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"Cut." Mori Zhengyi shouted.

Yin Ze went to look for a big, crisp apple and threw one to the actress. After this process, the actress was thirsty, so she didn't bother with any etiquette, just wiped it and started to eat.

"Yeah, very good, very realistic, and full of life." Mori Masakazu watched the video again and nodded repeatedly.

“This doesn’t need to be reshot, right?” Yin Ze said, fanning himself with his hat.

"No." Mori Masaichi said and then sighed, "I really still like this kind of down-to-earth, no special effects, no splicing, the lines are also original, and there are natural sounds in the background... What do you think?"

"I feel good." Yin Ze, with sweat all over his forehead and fish slime all over his hands, kept smiling.

Having said that, if the crew needs to cut out pictures, need to read out numbers for post-production dubbing, or need to assign work to a stand-in, then the man is absolutely willing to sacrifice his ethics and dignity as an actor, work for the work with tears, and take the pay even if it goes against his conscience, to help everyone.

After all, with such a configuration, it is really a waste of talent to go for the powerful ones.

The agent, who was far away in the sky, suddenly felt something and said in his heart, "Little White Dragon?", then turned his head to look to the northeast, and shook his head after a second, thinking it was an illusion.

"Then let's move on to the next part." said Mori Zhengyi.

Yin Ze had a bitter look on his face. It was such a hot day, and he had moved nearly 200 kilograms of fish, but he wasn't even given a can of iced Coke?

"The next part is the eating scene, grilled trout," said Mori Masakazu.

"It should be so. The lighting is just right now. If it becomes cloudy after a while, we will have to check the lighting for the next scene if we continue shooting. That would be too troublesome." Yin Ze said approvingly.

"It's rare that you have such a big picture view." Mori Zhengyi said with satisfaction and approval, "Indeed, if the weather and light are different in the same scene, there will be some mistakes. The better the play, the more you have to polish such details."

Next, the sponsor of this drama appeared on the scene, and he was also the owner of the fish pond - the old man who used to be a resident singer in the dance hall and could perform dance steps.

The camera is set up.

"You've worked hard. Come over and have something to eat." The old man changed into his cleanest clothes and waved while standing on the edge of the field. He spoke without stuttering and stood straight, worthy of being a local celebrity in the past.

"Thank you, thank you." The male lead was overjoyed, his emotions were so abundant and sincere.

Come to the shady pavilion.

Yin Ze firmly refused the "hand-over" and insisted on skewering the meat himself. He caught the fish, pressed its gills, knocked the small fish unconscious with the back of a knife, scraped the scales, then cut open the fish belly with the tip of the knife, took out the internal organs, and cleaned it. He did the whole process smoothly.

I would have thought that such a beautiful girl could kill fish so skillfully. The cook who was watching nodded secretly, thinking that this person must have worked before or had a master's apprenticeship.

Mori Masakazu specially gave the camera.

The male lead wore a sun hat, had a circle of stubble around his mouth, sweat on his forehead, and mud marks on his cheeks. He had no makeup, no makeup at all, and even added a small action of sniffing his nose, which was completely contrary to the public impression of a nobleman or a handsome warrior.

However, each has its own beauty. Light rain, cherry blossoms, and bright moon are too far away. Sweat towels, scorching heat, and hot flashes are closer to life. The man's orderly handling, focused eyes, and a little bit of pure music can make people quietly follow him through these ten seconds of silence.

Mori Masakazu once again felt that Otomo Keishi was exaggerating. This guy was not only good at his business, but he also knew how to grill skewers. How could he have a weird temper?

The man in the picture, who looks like he is living a peaceful life, is thinking... Two hours in the past, now it takes two minutes. If Teacher Xiangyue sees this result, she will definitely be moved, right?

Grilling charcoal, turning skewers, sprinkling seasonings. A bunch of people chatted, drank tea, and waited for the food to be cooked. The female lead picked up the skewers and said "I'm ready to eat". The male lead calmly examined the doneness of the Arctic char, flicked the crispy fish skin with his fingers, and then took a big bite, his mouth full of oil and fragrance.

When the director next to him saw it, he felt that he had to do one after the filming was finished.

"It's ready." The old man happily brought two small bowls of delicious fish soup.

"It's too much trouble, too much trouble." Yin Ze muttered.

"It's okay. Just give it a try. It's just cutting the Arctic char into large chunks and boiling it in water, then melting the miso into it."

The female lead still felt it was hot, so she blew on it twice.

The male lead has already finished half a bowl of rice, which is paired with the salt-grilled fish in his right hand, which is very delicious. He also chats freely with the old grandfather, which adds to the sense of daily reality.

Mori Masakazu couldn't help but ponder in his heart that his current image was completely different from the white-clad warrior who had made him famous before. It was another kind of pragmatic beauty. And looking at his unrestrained and unpretentious and generous eating attitude, it was obvious that he had completely immersed himself in the role and became a free-spirited farm boy. He could handle the romantic life and also be a playboy. He was very versatile.

"Cut, Cut. Let's take a break."

At the command, all the staff who had been keeping quiet to avoid making the wrong noise stretched their bodies and breathed out, while some moved towards the barbecue in the pavilion.

The head of the production team was at the front, but he gave up his seat to the assistant director. As soon as the assistant director got closer, he gave up his seat to the director with a sullen face.

Mori Zhengyi hummed lightly, successfully took away a string, returned triumphantly, and then expressed his gratitude to the old man with a kind smile.

"It's just a few fish, nothing. These two kids helped me do a good job." The old man waved his hand, "Besides, there is nothing new in the village all day long. I can get a role and appear on the big screen in the future. How interesting."

"Our low-budget productions can't be shown in major theaters." Mori Zheng scratched his head, "I guess they can only be shown in small theaters in small areas."

"Is that so? It doesn't matter. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to make a hit movie in the future. It will be released nationwide and top the box office charts." The grandfather encouraged enthusiastically, and then said to his favorite male lead, "You have to work hard too. Move forward step by step. As long as you don't retreat, you will be successful."

Don't worry about that... He has already starred in popular movies that were released nationwide and competed for the charts. Mori Masakazu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Thank you for your support!" Yin Ze said while chewing on the grilled fish, "I started out as a minor actor, and now I can become the leading actor of a movie. I have made such great progress thanks to the director's appreciation. Thank you director for letting me participate in such a wonderful work!"

"Yes, remember the help of others and be grateful and cherish the memory." The old grandfather liked this simple and kind young man more and more.

"I just did a small job..." Mori Zhengyi was quite pleased to hear these words with high emotional intelligence.

"I am absolutely sincere." Yin Ze said sincerely. After shooting these few outdoor scenes, the rest of his scenes will be all about eating and drinking. Two days later, he can go on a trip to the next door, and his title and resume are still the male lead.

Even the travel expenses were paid by the agent, and I'm still not grateful for this project. Am I not a beast?

"It's a pity that my talent is limited and the team I can organize is limited. Otherwise, we must cooperate in the future so that you can fully exert your strength." Mori Zhengyi suddenly felt a little sad. He lacked the strength to carve such a rough diamond with both talent and virtue, and most importantly, he was young and had unlimited potential.

If there is a good script, a good team, and a big schedule, the director firmly believes that this person will become famous overnight. Thinking of this, a melancholy feeling arises spontaneously, and even the grilled fish in my hand feels a little bit less fragrant.

"After this trip, I don't know when we can work together again. Parting is always sad. Over time, things change and people change so quickly." The artistic director patted the man on the shoulder and sighed in a literary way.

Yin Ze was a little puzzled. He had been on the set for a day and a night, plus this morning, so it was less than two days in total, so why was he so full of energy?

In this kind of Japanese workplace, there is actually someone who is more outgoing than me?

A small barbecue and fish soup make the break time more delicious.

After a short rest, everyone moved closer to the house under command, apparently to shoot interior scenes.

……

"We picked a lot of knotweed before, but after boiling it dry, only this is left." Shizi walked out with a small bowl and complained to the neighbors who were busy outside, "It took so long and so much effort, and only this much was obtained. Ha, what a luxurious and wasteful food."

"Really?" The man who was checking the lines chuckled and responded.

"Do you want to try it?" Shizi gestured.

"Let me take a look." The man picked up a small piece with his fingertips and quickly threw it into his mouth. He nodded while eating.

"But knotweed is really a weed. No matter how hard you try to cut it, you can never completely remove it, and you can never get rid of its roots." Ichiko sat on the wooden board outside the house.

"But it's us humans who created the environment for them to grow. In the Jomon period before that, there was basically no natural environment suitable for the growth of knotweed. It may be considered a weed now, but it was a precious food ingredient at the time. As a natural treasure that announced the arrival of spring, people long ago must have cherished it very much."

The man raised his head slightly, repaired it carefully, and spoke softly.

"There seems to be a saying that goes like this: The weak creatures on earth are resolute and headed towards the sky."

A gentle breeze blew, shaking the flowers and plants in the yard.

"This is delicious and fragrant. You are worthy of being a cook." After the man finished checking, he went into the house and pressed a button. "Is the light on?"

"It's lit." Ichiko said, "Thank you."

"That's all." The man smiled softly, "It's a small matter. I'll go back first then."

"Walk slowly~"

Shizi held the small bowl and watched the man leave.

Masakazu Mori was standing in front of the camera, rendering the shots in person, silently filling in the blanks and adding a sentence in his mind, which was the inner monologue of Ichiko's character here.

'I seem to have no resistance to this kind of calm, warm and elegant boy.'

Is this the right place?

Incredibly suitable!

"Cut!"

Chapter 173: A Good Actress with a Good Look

The exterior scenes are almost the same as the main scenes.

and so.

Happy hour is about to begin!

The most important part is the homemade food segment. With so many dishes, even if Ms. Hashii Ai knows a little about cooking, it is impossible for her to cook them all, so a "hand substitute" is still needed.

In the play, whatever Yu Taijun ate when she visited, Yin Ze would also eat. In the play, whatever Yu Taijun didn't eat, Yin Ze would also eat. In a word, the set was harmonious and the leading actors gave special permission. Is that clear enough?

Master Yin also joined the crowd and tasted the food after each photo shoot.

Let me take a look at the recipe and see what special dishes are there.

Tongcao fruit snacks, walnut rice balls, onion vinegar pickled deep-fried fish, sugar-boiled chestnuts, Muscovy duck family bucket, some green vegetables...

Good, good, although there is less meat, it is still rich.

As for whether I will be too full and unable to eat dinner?

There is no need to worry about this. As long as you reach 299% in the Corridor of Life and analyze 200 classical paintings, you will be able to digest it after reading it for a while.

Yin Ze sat under the shade of a tree, legs crossed, picking his teeth with a toothpick, leisurely wasting time. He looked like a perfect idle lazy village guy, the kind that could never be helped no matter how hard the grassroots efforts were.

For some reason, the puppy came here again, and the man and the dog began to look at each other. Slowly, the puppy wagged its still short and tender tail, made a baby cry, and sniffed around the shoes, as if wanting to play together.

"I'm tired today, Wangcai, let's do it next time, definitely next time." Yin Ze said mercilessly. Acting and doing farm work at the same time was indeed a bit tiring.

The puppy, whose name was not Wangcai, of course did not understand, and just walked around lively, occasionally chewing the shoelaces, but these still could not impress the mighty dragon. The puppy fiddled with it for a while, and then got tired, and simply rested his head on the shoe, yawning with half-closed eyes.

Being assimilated by higher-level life forms is the case.

The leaves rustled, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, dotted with slightly swaying bright spots on the bodies of the adults and the dogs.

Shuji Okita walked nearby and hesitated for a moment whether to disturb the harmonious sleeping relationship between the man and the dog.

"What's wrong, brother? Don't stand in the sun, come here to cool off." Although Yin Ze closed his eyes, he was actually rehearsing the steps of Johannes Vermeer's "The Milkmaid" in his mind. He would know if someone came over.

The puppy opened his eyes, then drooped them again.

"The director is looking for me?" Yin Ze asked.

"No, I just wanted to find you."

"You are also a director, so I am not wrong to ask."

"Your acting skills...are indeed very good." said Okita Shuji.

"The play assigned to me is not difficult at all." Yin Ze waved his hand modestly.

"Even though that's the case, you didn't make any mistakes, which is amazing." Okita Shuji said, "Except for a few retakes that the director himself was not satisfied with, you were able to get it done in one take, even for the longest shots. You were not affected by your partner and controlled it very precisely, as if you were acting to the second. If you really haven't received systematic training, you must be a genius."

"You're too kind." Yin Ze knew his own business. Strictly speaking, he was indeed undergoing systematic training, so he felt embarrassed.

"What do you think of this movie?" Okita Shuji asked again.

"It's a rare subject matter and structure," Yin Ze said. "I roughly know what the director wants to express - when you feel that life is too complicated and want to escape, you might as well do some labor, which has a healing effect. Cleaning, tending to potted plants, cooking a delicious meal, it's all fine. In short, get away from the city and look back at your own lifestyle."

When people get older and have no hobbies, their lives become dull. Especially when they are sick and have difficulty in moving, they can only stay at home for a long time.

Yin Ze had advised such elders before, saying that it was rare for them to have free time, so they should find some hobbies, such as paper cutting, watching TV series, playing cards, or playing chess. But the elders were not very interested. They said that they were old and their eyes were blurry, so why would they do handicrafts? The TV series were full of life-and-death love stories, which were even more boring. They didn't like playing cards, and they didn't like winning or losing money. They were okay at playing chess, but that alone was not enough.

"So what did you like to do before?" Yin Ze had no choice but to ask.

"In the past, there was so much work to do in the production team that we had no time to find a hobby," said the elder.

Yin Ze was helpless. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. When he joined the Young Pioneers, the production team was actually gradually disappearing.

Yet the memory remains.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Lunch is just like in this play, prepared in advance and placed in a tin box, and eaten under a tree next to the farmland when the time comes. It is a bit hot, but there is natural air conditioning, that is, mountain breeze, and you can go to the stream to wash your face and hands. Some reckless men even strip naked and squat in the water. As a result, when the midlife crisis comes, their bones start to ache.

Eat while listening to the cicadas chirping, and catch grasshoppers when you have time. High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking, just a little fire and a little salt to make a crunchy salt-baked snack.

Looking at the crops, counting the weather, and looking up at the sky, I see an astonishingly deep blue.

This happens every day, every year.

At that time, my mother would say, "It must be hot, go eat some watermelon. I've reserved the sweetest and best piece in the middle for you," the elder recalled.

Yin Ze didn't try to persuade him because he knew it too.

The older I get, the less I know where happiness is. Looking back, happiness is everywhere. So where should I go?

"Bill Porter wrote in "Orchid in the Valley": I can understand why some people want nothing but a simple life. In the clouds, under the pines, outside the world, living on moonlight and taro. Apart from the mountains, they don't need much. Some soil, a few handfuls of straw, a melon field, a few tea trees, a hedge of chrysanthemums, and a short rest in the dark moments of wind and rain."

Yin Ze finally couldn't help himself and started to touch the dog's head lying at his feet, and his words changed at the same time.