Tokyo Sound

"Memories are always beautiful, so memories are just memories. Rural life sounds beautiful and natural, but it is extremely hard, dirty and tiring. You have to harvest or plant rice before dawn, and you will get sunburned and suffer from heatstroke. Even so, the income may be very small. At least it is difficult to have the leisure to live a refined farm life."

Vegetables need watering, tomatoes need to have their side branches pruned and leaf buds removed, and purple potatoes and peanuts need to be protected from various diseases, insects and weeds. Red spider mites appear in dry weather, and weeds appear in rainy weather.

Do the elders really think that the days in the production brigade were happy? It is hard to say, so let's just keep the memories.

"Yes." Okita Shuji did not comment, "So the director weakened the sense of fatigue and only discussed some of his ideas with the audience through the camera. So he asked a good-looking actress to play the village girl, chose beautiful scenery, made the composition, and wrote the lines carefully. These are all coated with a layer of sugar. But the fate of the creator is to be misinterpreted. If the audience can understand some of his ideas, it is not a success."

"But can this movie make money?" Yin Ze asked.

"I don't know." Okita Shuji answered very bluntly, "Box office revenue is too far away, let's get the salary first."

"..."

"Mori Masaichi is thinking about adding some shots for you," said Okita Shuji.

"Why do this? It will disrupt the original plan and cause trouble." Yin Ze said quickly.

"Apart from the fact that he appreciates newcomers, is there a possibility that he feels that just having a beautiful actress is not enough sugar coating?" said Shuji Okita.

"?"

"Anyway, let's shoot more cooking scenes. Generally speaking, it's hard to arrange so many close-up shots for the actors." Okita Shuji smiled, "This is a rare opportunity."

It turns out that they wanted to make the best use of everything.

Perhaps it was only now that Mori Masakazu realized that he seemed to have lost money.

There was really no other way. The man touched his well-dressed and pounded belly, and like Doraemon the soft-hearted Doraemon facing Nobita's pleading, he decided to give it another try.

"Oh? You want to make a dish too?" Mori Masakazu stroked his chin, playing hard to get and said, "But the dishes in the plan are almost all ready. What can we make with these remaining ingredients?"

"It doesn't matter. The food isn't what's important." Yin Ze revealed the secret.

"Actually, you don't have to be so direct..." Mori Zhengyi coughed twice.

It is too difficult for a simple rural documentary to attract audiences, so it needs a mixture of sugar and medicine. Obviously, the actors and actresses are the sugar, and the camera, narrative, and lines are the medicine.

"We have flour, so we can just bake some bread." Yin Ze thought for a moment, "And we need to use an authentic stove. The weather in the village is hot and humid, so we need a stove with a chimney to burn out the moisture in the house, making it dry."

"How did you know?"

"The villagers told me that otherwise it would easily breed mold."

"I see. But why does bread have to be baked in an authentic oven?" Mori Masaichi asked again.

"A high temperature and high humidity environment is conducive to fermentation. The stove is also larger than an oven, so larger pieces can be baked and then everyone can eat together. This makes sense logically," said Yin Ze.

"Then what's the second one?" Mori Zheng nodded.

"Secondly, the characters can be properly soaked in sweat." Yin Ze explained, "The moist surface of the body can increase the details of the picture. Water stains are more likely to refract light than skin, so the contrast will be increased, increasing the amount of information. This is a way of thinking and a means to deeply portray the character's standing picture."

"?"

"Auntie, lend me the spray, auntie."

The man took a spray bottle filled with tap water and pressed it on his face. As the mist accumulated layer by layer, his hair soon became half wet, and strands of it stuck to his forehead.

Since Matsuoka Yoshitsugu received the title of the only god, the Iron Triangle has completed the transformation of social dehumanization. The evil Bo Xun is just the wishful thinking of netizens. From the beginning to the end, the man only recognized the Minotaur Chieftain and the Little White Dragon.

These are not taken randomly.

The Tauren Chieftain symbolizes the spirit, while the little white dragon symbolizes the body.

Minotaur is tough and contains the power of rebirth, so men can face persecution and remain strong forever. Occasionally, you can open a branch line to absorb the power of distortion and use it in the perverted villain interpretation of Sugo Nobuyuki.

Now, the crew has needs and the director has a mission to step from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, so here, we must mobilize the full authority of the name of the little white dragon that symbolizes the flesh and show its mystery, which is - turning into a dragon when encountering water.

……

It was drizzling. The clothes that had been hanging out to dry for days wouldn't dry.

The slight coolness of the drizzle certainly cannot dispel the scorching heat of summer. Instead, it evaporates and rises, making the air even more stuffy and uncomfortable.

Shizi sat in the room holding a teacup, staring outside in boredom.

"Are you home?" A lively voice came from outside the yard.

"Yuta, why are you here suddenly?" Ichiko stood up to greet him in surprise.

"I've got something for you." The man childishly showed the gift in his hand.

"Ah, it's flour." Shizi took the plastic bag and looked inside.

"No one in Komori grows wheat. The harvest season coincides with the rainy season, so the wheat can't dry at all. If it's not dried in the sun, it can't be preserved. We used to grow wheat. When the grain production increased, we grew wheat in both dry fields and paddy fields, but we stopped growing wheat later." The man said, "I went to the town today, and I thought you didn't have any, so I bought some more."

"Thank you. Then you can take two bottles of jam. They are all homemade by me."

"Sure."

"But the weather has been really stuffy lately." Shizi said as she went to open the refrigerator.

"It's a wooden house, so you have to pay more attention to moisture prevention." Yuta followed him to the kitchen area, his eyes paused, and he was slightly puzzled. Then he reached out and took out the wooden shovel from the tool bucket. He saw that it was already covered with some dark green. He smiled bitterly, "...what I said is true."

"This is too troublesome." Shizi immediately turned around, took the wooden shovel, sighed, and quickly went to check other objects.

"Light up the stove quickly. It's hot, but it's the only way to deal with the mold," Yuta said, "Do you want my help?"

"By all means." Ichiko clasped her hands together.

The man smiled, put on gloves, brought some dry firewood and started to make a fire.

In the hot and humid air of early summer, the two lit the stove to get rid of the moisture in the house, and the fire made the room hot and unbearable. Ichiko wanted to sit outside for a while, but Yuta suggested that they use the stove to bake some bread, as they had the ingredients.

"Wheat flour is very sticky and it's not easy to form a dry film on the surface, so it's okay if you don't knead it well. Once everything is mixed, just leave it there and wait for fermentation."

The man took a clean stainless steel basin, washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and began to process step by step until he added yeast and covered it with a white cloth.

"Remember to let the dough breathe twice, slowly ferment the dough, so that it will taste good when baked. Hmm, let me think, by the time it is fully fermented, the stove will almost burn out. Baking bread requires about 200 degrees, so it is just the temperature of the residual heat when the stove is about to go out. Although the temperature of the oven is unstable, when the temperature is the most suitable, it will taste better than usual."

"You unexpectedly know a lot." Shizi said in surprise.

"These things are all available on the Internet. Just pay attention to them. The rest is just practical work." The man shrugged.

Next is kneading the dough.

Yuta was standing by the chopping board, kneading the dough steadily, exerting force slowly and heavily, with clear lines on his forearms. Sweat gradually soaked his hair, and he raised his arm and wiped his forehead with his elbow, leaving flour on his cheeks.

A white vest, a slender neck, a sexy jawline, those sparkling and serious eyes, and that perfect smile when he turned around and talked to the girl.

The director standing in front of the camera nodded quickly.

Truly beautiful things never need to be fabricated or embellished. If they are artificial, they will lose their spirituality.

It is like the Danling Qianyao, the setting sun in the west, the north wind in the Jiayue month, and the bluebirds flying in the oriole season. Everywhere is beautiful beyond words.

Delicious food.

What a beauty!

“Cut, Cut!”

Mori Masakazu felt that he had made a fortune.

Chapter 174: One Car Company

The empty houses that the crew had discussed had been cleaned up, and naturally the male lead had one too.

The timing was very fortuitous, because the male lead's scenes had been almost finished, and staying a little longer was out of consideration for the possibility of reshoots.

Yin Ze should be the freest person in the area now.

Living in a pure natural homestay, I take my dog ​​for a walk after breakfast, and drive my farm girl for a stroll after lunch. Today I go fishing at the pond, and tomorrow I go to the town to wander around. Billiard halls and pubs, I enjoy life in a proper way.

On rare occasions, I would go to the crew to check in, one to see if there was any reshoots, and the other to take sweaty work photos with a spray and send them to my agent, trying to get some extra pay.

On the other hand, after being in the village for a few days, I have become familiar with the local villagers.

When the elderly cannot figure out the settings of their smartphones or cannot solve the blue screen problem on their computers, they will come to the enthusiastic young man for help. As a reward, of course, they get a plate of fragrant special dishes. Since the cooking skills of each household are so strong, the men even go from thrifty to extravagant and disdain to go to the crew to eat from the big pot.

Chu tu tu tu——

A hand tractor slowly drove along the dirt road, with bundles of long bamboos loaded on the back.

The director, who was standing in the field looking for a camera position, looked up and saw this simple scene with a complicated expression.

The tractor driver wore classic white work gloves, a One Piece-style straw hat, and a pair of sunglasses. He waved to the director in the field while driving.

"How come he even got on someone else's tractor...?" the assistant director was speechless.

"Freeloading?" Mori Masakazu frowned quickly. "How can you say 'freeloading'? He is obviously kind-hearted and is actively working for the villagers."

"You could say that, but I prefer another possibility, which is that he really wants to drive a tractor." The assistant director said, "Although he is still an actor in the group, he gives me the feeling that he is clearly enjoying a farm life."

"Why do you always make malicious assumptions about him?"

Mori Zhengyi was a little unhappy.

"Although he hasn't reported in for a few days, he has been going up the mountains and down the river with the villagers every day to maintain his role. While deepening his understanding of Yuta-kun, he also helps the villagers. If such a decent young man did anything wrong, it might be that he won twelve packs of cigarettes from you. Do you think you look at me with tinted glasses just because of this? I am really disappointed."

"..."

The assistant director sighed deeply, thinking that this guy was too artistic.

You have to know, how many honest people are there in the entertainment industry?

Not to mention anything else, just from those few top card games, you can feel the male protagonist's scheming, experience, greasiness, meanness, big heart, abyss-like psychological defense, and expression control at the level of a Texas Hold'em master.

Whether it's stealing a chicken or subconsciously passing my lighter, he is so skilled as if he has done it a thousand times. You tell me that this is a good boy?

Poor Director Zheng is still blinded by the false illusion of being a “role model of genius”!

……

Yin Ze drove to the destination and patted the tractor with satisfaction.

Roaring single-cylinder engine, low fuel consumption, large off-road tires, convertible, panoramic sunroof, open cab, built-in vibration weight loss function, full-time four-wheel drive, extra-large rear storage box, the same starting key as the Tiger tank, everything is so elegant and perfect, very mellow and powerful, with a kind of industrial beauty.

If this diesel Lamborghini is driven to Roppongi Omotesando, it will be much cooler than a sports car. The only drawback is that the key is too big and difficult to carry, and can be easily stolen by malicious junk collectors.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Come in and have a rest." said the old man, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"It's not hard, I'm very happy." Yin Ze said excitedly. After many years, he drove the go-go car again today, with only the innocence of a child in his heart.

"It's so hot outside, and you said you'd wait until it's cloudy before going out. But when I turned around, you'd already gone out. You're such a diligent kid." The old woman handed over a wet towel soaked in cold water, and said distressedly, "Even your arms are sunburned."

The two elders brought a standing fan, and someone poured a glass of iced rice wine with ease. The three of them sat in the yard and talked about everything.

The little dog wagged its tail affectionately and clung to the man's calves.

"It loves you so much, why don't you give it a name?" said the old man.

"Then call it - cat." Yin Ze nodded.

"?"

"Haha, just kidding. Let's call it Lai Fu." Yin Ze said. The old people are all old, their lives are peaceful and stable, and they don't really need Wangcai, so let's call it Lai Fu.

"It's catchy, not bad." The old man nodded happily.

"Why did Uncle Tomita from the village give you such a big box of potatoes yesterday?" asked the old woman.

"Oh, it was his grandson's birthday, so I called in the name of Senior Durian to send him my best wishes, hoping that he would work harder and study well. The little kid was so happy that he took the initiative to help with the housework that night. Then the grandfather gave me a bunch of things. I have to go to the town to mail them back home, otherwise it would be difficult to carry so many things." Yin Ze said simply.

"What is Senior Durian? Is this also a movie starring you?" The old man became interested.

"It's the animation, 'Crybaby Pineapple.'" Yin Ze replied.

"I seem to have heard it somewhere." The old man thought.

"Oh, your brain is really slow. It's broadcast on TV every night," the old woman sneered.

"Every day? Isn't that amazing?" The old man said, "You are really a big star. But I can't watch animation. I hope he can act in a Taiga drama in the future. Then I will definitely watch it every day."

"Well, strictly speaking, my main job is not an actor. I should be a voice actor," Yin Ze explained.

"Dubbing? Well, I don't quite understand it, but think about it, it shouldn't be possible to make money without real-life appearances, right? Young man, you need to make a good career plan." said the old man.

"Money is something outside of my body, not what I need or want." Yin Ze waved his hand and said very nobly.

"They only think about money all day long. They naturally have their own plans and pursuits. They are not as vulgar as you." The old woman snorted.

"What's wrong with that? It's vulgar, but the monks in the temples have to compete with each other for incense." The old man waved his fan, "By the way, what stage have you reached in filming this movie?"

"I don't know!" Yin Ze said righteously, without any shame.

"Aren't you the male lead?" The old man was stunned.