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The fourth time...

The fifth time...

No matter how many times, it was completed in one go, without any mistakes, but none of them were adopted.

Yin Ze had never done so many NGs in the same scene. He was always trying and making mistakes, trying to provide different expressions and gestures. The extras kept going back and forth and became tired of it.

Until the weather made it no longer suitable to shoot this scene. Everyone didn't think too much about it, after all, it was a scene-scrambling process, and everyone in this industry had experienced it before. Everyone thanked each other, packed up their machines, and called it a day to shoot again the next day.

"Hey, something's wrong with you. You've been shooting until dark?" The producer, who was initially surprised, had already frowned after watching for several hours. "He shot every scene in one take, according to the schedule you wrote by hand. What do you think is wrong?"

Okita Shuji sank into the director's chair with a solemn look on his face. He rubbed his face and eyes with his palms and said what he had been worried about for a long time, "In fact, I hope he makes a mistake... He is too precise and too absolute, but this scene cannot be like this."

"Then tell him what you think." The producer folded his hands in slight dissatisfaction.

"In that case, he's just a pen in my hand, a special effect I set. It's meaningless. He must complete the ending." Okita Shuji raised his face and said firmly.

Chapter 106 Memories always bring laughter

Everything went well with "The Boat Compilation".

The filming of "Yokomichi Senosuke" ran into trouble.

The long shot at the end has been stuck for three days.

The crew members' mentality changed from not caring at first to becoming anxious. The male lead proposed many ideas, but all were rejected. He was at his wit's end and could only sit in the corner, chewing candy and scratching his head. The producer had been holding it in for a long time, and seeing that he could no longer bear it, he went to argue with the director.

"Are we just going to do this? Can't we shoot other things first?" The producer frowned.

"This part must be done well, otherwise it will be meaningless." Okita Shuji replied slowly.

"Do you think you're a big director? You can do whatever you want?" The producer snorted, "You're wasting resources. If you continue like this, even if we're friends, I'll have to report it to the investors and put pressure on you."

"Needless to say, I am the director."

"Okita, you're going to regret this!"

The producer was even more angry after being criticized. He left the set in a rage, and decided to use hard means to make the director curb his willful behavior. In his opinion, he was just picking on non-existent bones these days.

After the quarrel, the atmosphere on the set was not suitable for further filming, so they simply rested there. The staff members were good at reading the atmosphere, and there was no chatting or laughing. Some were moving things, or they quietly turned their phones to silent mode and buried their heads in their phones.

In the middle of the set, a man wearing a peaked cap, a camera hanging on his chest, and an old-fashioned outfit quietly chewed on the silence of the set. His name is Mizuno Nagaharu, a film reporter for the sports newspaper and a member of the "Tokyo Film Press Conference". As a writer and critic, he often has to go to the filming site to collect materials, of course, this requires the permission of the drama company.

Mizuno Nagaharu is a veteran media person. Recently, he heard the news that a new actor he admired was starring in two films in a row. The scripts of the two films were also very challenging and could give full play to the acting skills of the leading actors. He immediately became very interested.

I didn’t have the chance before and missed the memorable solo queue from scratch. This time I must go and see the genius’s actual operation.

So I submitted my application, chose a date, and got ready to go.

But Mizuno Nagaharu never expected that he didn't see the show operation this time, but saw the crew stopped working. Well, it seems that they have encountered a problem, and he was inevitably affected by the atmosphere and a little worried. However, as an outsider, it was not convenient for him to say much, so he could only stay on the set and secretly cheer everyone up in his heart.

Motozo Masumi was retouching the lead actor's makeup. It's impossible to say that she didn't have some resistance in her heart. Although she didn't study acting, she has been with so many crews and still has basic vision. Even though the lead actor kept making NGs, his condition was not affected at all. He was able to contribute stable and wonderful acting every time. He is so dedicated, I really don't understand what's wrong with him.

...Yin Ze drank some water, feeling a little uneasy, because the solutions given by the Corridor of Life had been used up, and the Corridor of Life was defeated. This was the first defeat in his career.

If it is painting, then even if the corridor is closed and one hand is needed to hold the reference, he can still suppress the deadline and compete for the pinnacle of aesthetics.

But right now it’s acting.

Gu, is it possible that the ending of the last two dances was not retirement, but being captured?

Yin Ze peeled open a bag of potato chips. He thought he should be more optimistic and not so negative. As long as he overclocked to 400%, everything would be fine. In the final analysis, it was still because of insufficient energy and not eating enough.

"The director seems to be calling you over." Motozo Masamune patted the actor's shoulder.

Yin Ze turned his head away.

Shuji Okita was standing in the distance, holding two mini cans of drinks, waving.

……

The two of them walked side by side on the street. They said they were looking for inspiration, but it seemed more like they were just taking a stroll together.

"It tastes good. What brand is this?" Yin Ze took a sip of the drink, savored it for a few seconds, and looked at the trademark.

"You don't seem to be resentful." Okita Shuji sighed, "I'm ready to be scolded by you."

"As a super popular voice actor, I have to charge for swearing." Yin Ze waved his hand.

"Really? How much?" Okita Shuji asked seriously.

"No kidding, I know whether my acting skills are good or not. If you are not satisfied, it must be because my performance is not good enough. I am mostly ashamed, how can I have resentment?" Yin Ze said the truth.

They walked to a high staircase and sat on it, looking down at the neatly built town below. In a small town with a long, lonely street, one can look up at the blue sky and wander around in reverie.

"In fact, it's quite the opposite. You acted very well." Okita Shuji put his hands on his knees and said quietly, "You in the camera are not even you anymore. You really look like Senosuke in the book."

"Then why..." Yin Ze hesitated to speak.

"It's strange, but when I finished reading the novel before, I thought of you." Okita Shuji took out the original novel.

This book, which is not very thick, tells the story of a boy in college, who first entered society, fell in love, experienced the comings and goings of friends, and the death of his relatives. Later, the boy died young in order to save others. Ordinary, ordinary as if it were right next to us.

"Of course, I never meant to think that you would die quickly..." Okita Shuji paused, "It's just that, like the characters in these books, I also had the same thought when I thought of someone, that is, it's really great to meet this person. Just to have met you, I feel much luckier than others."

"I believe that this kind of thought also exists in the hearts of people around you," said Shuji Okita.

Yin Ze didn't expect such an answer and was just a little surprised.

"In this 160-minute script, is there ever a line describing Senosuke's inner thoughts?" asked Shuji Okita.

Yin Ze thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

Not a single word, not a single word, he is clearly the protagonist. What this person is like is always relayed through the mouths of other characters. People talk about this person, about this person in their eyes, about this unforgettable passer-by in their lives.

"Sometimes, when it's dark and I'm in bed at night, I wonder what would happen if I died. It's not that I'm depressed, I just have this thought. After all, we have to face life and death, so I can't help but be curious." Okita Shuji put the book on the ground between them.

"Someone should be crying," Yin Ze continued, squinting his eyes and following the white clouds in the sky. "Where we are, there is a memorial service after someone dies. It usually lasts for three days and three nights, but sometimes it only lasts for three days and two nights. The body is then sent to the funeral home in the early morning of the third day."

"Is it cremation?"

“It’s like this now.”

The scorching flames can quickly burn the body, so fast that life seems to be just a blink of an eye, a dream, leaving only bones. Some large bones need to be cracked before they can all be put into the urn. The exhausted and heartbroken family members will ask the staff to knock gently. Even if the loved ones have completely left and can no longer feel the pain, they still feel distressed.

Yin Ze felt that he should think about the issue of life and death more than ordinary people, because he had died once, and in this world, he would inevitably face a second death.

When I died twice, people would probably cry. After many years, when they think of me again, will they feel happy that they knew me? Will they smile?

"I'm sorry for saying something strange to you." Okita Shuji pinched his hair, "Let's skip the ending and shoot something else tomorrow. What do you think?"

"After we go back, let's shoot one more scene, just one." Yin Ze stood up and patted the dust off his butt. "I don't know if it can be considered an accident, but your idea is right."

If you don't have to act, why bother acting.

Time will slip away, and there are shell fossils in the Himalayas. Man, this stupid bird, will always stay in the smiles of those who love him no matter how far he flies.

We are all this stupid bird.

I am this stupid bird.

I must be this stupid bird.

……

In the final moments, the crew was filming the last scene of the day.

Yin Ze stood in the designated position.

He did not call forth the corridors of life.

I'm just using my ordinary memory to think about those things that are like old things in the almanac.

I thought of the dirt road in front of the primary school where tree seeds fell every day, and of my deskmate who I used to quarrel with. I thought of the habit of only adding soy sauce and no bean paste when frying shredded pork with green peppers on a wood stove in my hometown, and of the dog tied to the door of the farmer's house, always trying to please eat braised chicken wings. I also thought of a funeral for myself that I could not see.

Today we have left in the vast crowd.

There are no answers, no right or wrong.

The sun was reflecting off the glass walls of the city buildings. Yoon Ze raised his hand to block out the sun as the days grew longer.

There were almost no vehicles on the road, and the road and the viaduct seemed huge. A small greyhound squatted on the side of the road, its fur covered with dust, and its butt and tail swayed as it walked. Yin Ze took out the camera he had become familiar with, smiled and took a picture of the greyhound. The puppy half turned its head when it heard the sound, with a clear and confused look in its big eyes.

Yin Ze raised his feet and walked lightly across the street.

The breeze blows against my face, caressing my cheeks gently. The wind also has a breath.

It was still early in the flowering season, and a slender branch stretched out from the trunk of the cherry tree. At the end of the branch, a cherry blossom that had not yet fully bloomed bloomed. Yin Ze tapped it with his fingertips, and the branch drooped gently. He picked up the camera and pressed the shutter.

Middle school girls walked by in groups after school. It was too early to go home, but too late to go to Shibuya to play. The girls' faces were full of confusion.

There are a bunch of little kids playing house. Some of them use wooden sticks to pretend to be warriors, while others use paper toy guns to pretend to be cowboys. It can be said that the fighting power of different world views is competing against each other.

Yin Ze used the aura of eating clay pot rice, and such devilish aura made the children with the power of the multiverse flee in all directions.

Looking at the lively and cheerful back of the little baby, it would be a lie to say that I am not envious.

Many familiar faces gradually came to mind.

Fortunately, I once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer.

You are all old now, where are you now?

Yin Ze quickened his pace, slowly turning into a run, a sprint, a run with all his strength, feeling his heart beating rapidly, feeling the dryness and warmth in his throat.

It was the first time I ran so hard.

The curly and fluffy hair exudes a childish look.

……

Shuji Okita stood up silently from behind the monitor. He said nothing, just clapped.

Mizuno Nagaharu looked from afar at the man who was bent over, supporting his knees with his hands, and running around sweating profusely.

A shot that stops abruptly.

The boy's life came to an abrupt end.

He didn't see much more, nor did he see the genius he had been longing for perform.

But why, when I see that figure, I feel a sense of bitter happiness in my heart?

Was it the sunlight that was shining directly into his eyes? Mizuno Nagaharu was speechless for a while. He raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyes and found that his eye sockets were a little sore.

Chapter 107: Killing the No.1 Position

The experienced film reporter left with a smile not long after, and he didn't even talk to the actor he admired. He didn't analyze the running part either, there was no need to analyze. In the field of film, some performances have gone beyond the scope of skills and techniques - under the interweaving of scenes, stories, emotions, time and various elements, some performances have been sublimated and become something in life, a kind of microcosm. People can't help but be touched and then sad just by watching it.

Some people call these heart-stirring shots “famous scenes”, while others prefer to call them “classics”.

That figure, so in harmony with the blue sky, swayed gently in the transparent pupils as if about to disappear, leaving behind only the nostalgic warmth of the sun.

The Blue Ribbon Award is a film award sponsored by the Tokyo Film Press Association where Nagaharu Mizuno works.

A new actor was nominated for the Best Newcomer at the 57th Blue Ribbon Awards, but failed to win the award. Mizuno Nagaharu felt a little regretful at the time, but he also firmly believed that it was only a matter of time before he won the award. However, the speed of a meteor cannot be measured by common sense.

Today's long shot is enough to compete for the Blue Ribbon Best Actor, one of the four major Japanese film awards!

Mizuno Nagaharu has already decided that he will contribute to the selection of this film and vote for Senosuke! Promoting wonderful works and conveying the charm of works is exactly his job as a media person.

Shuji Okita wiped the corners of his eyes silently while watching the playback images on the monitor.

The producer came late, and after sorting out the situation, he snorted and immediately stopped defending the actor, re-reading the file and continuing his slander.

Honzo Masumi was shocked, but also felt a little empty inside. She felt that her makeup skills could not keep up with this stroke of genius, and she was sorry that she had not been able to make the leading actor give his best in the past cooperation.

After get off work, Yin Ze rode his motorcycle to the city for a spin, and halfway up the mountain, he leaned against the motorcycle, holding a bottle of water, and quietly admired the sunset. Although the year was coming to an end, the sunset was still bright.

The phone vibrated, and a message popped up in the Kashiwai-related group chat.

a photo.

In front of the mountains in the afterglow, the two people in the photo are bright and dazzling. Kashiwa Ippei is wearing a sun hat and leaning on a hoe, with a shy look on his face. Kensaki Kyoka is behind him, holding a piece of grass in her mouth like a female knight, holding Kashiwa Ippei with one hand and taking a selfie with her phone in the other. The two faces are almost stuck together.

There is no need to say more about the outcome of this intermittent relationship.

Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was the first to pop up and started typing "Ahhhhhh" to fill the screen.

Saori Ōnishi sent a series of tearful emojis.

Sakura Ayane kept congratulating.

Shimazaki Nobunaga directly asked when the wedding banquet would be held so that he could give a red envelope.