My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1292 A unique snowflake ushered in music and dance

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Among the turbulent strips of clouds and mist, the huge disc seems to be covered with a veil of warm light.

Yellow grass covers the hillside and rolls up sand and rotten stems.

He was wearing a white top hat with a black and red band, a black leather jacket, an army green overcoat with a woolen coat, and sunglasses on his nose. He was riding on a tall Yili horse, holding the reins , wearing breeches and leather boots, clamping the horse's belly, stepping on the stirrups.

sigh -

The brown Yili horse slowed down and walked forward slowly with its legs raised.

Slantingly looked around.

5 days.

Wu Xiaozu had been waiting for this snow for five days.

Didn't see it runny at all.

I fell in love with horseback riding again.

When filming "Dragon Inn", Wu Xiaozu learned to ride a horse, and later in Hong Kong Island, he often had "riding appointments" with He Pangpang. Since the latter fell off his horse, this matter has become a taboo topic. However, when a After the gun is shot, riding a horse doesn't matter.

In the past few days, Wu Xiaozu rode a few Yili horses rented by the crew, enjoying the fun of horseback riding.

The engineering team workers in front of them are hurrying to build a wooden platform.

The reason was that Director Wu felt that all the train platforms he had found did not meet his requirements—director Tianming had no choice but to ask the Urumqi ZF for help overnight, and the other party immediately dispatched an engineering team.

Workers are painting the platform made of wood to make it look old. After all, the new wood texture does not have that thick feeling.

"You are really hypocritical." Wu Tianming and several staff also followed on horseback.

Uh, they don't have mahjong masks on their faces.

"After building this simple station made of wood, and then you have to burn it down...just one shot."

"Fire is the only concrete metaphor of human nature in this movie. If we say that a fire is burning in the white snow... Isn't it a beautiful expression?" Wu Xiaozu joked with a smile, his eyes swept A coal-burning steam locomotive stays next to it in the roof built not far away.

Painter is applying paint.

After all, it is a scrapped train, you can't expect it to be perfect.When it was found, the locomotive was too rusty to start.For it to continue to work, Wu Xiaozu does not count on it.

Therefore, workers are required to remove all unnecessary parts inside to reduce the weight of the front of the car, and at the same time replace some parts and paint them.

Seeing Wu Tianming, he wanted to chatter about the train again.

Wu Xiaozu smacked his lips and said quickly, "Trains are also civilized."

What is the so-called background of civilization?This lawyer came from civilization, but he used the most brutal way to deal with the immobile train, and used the loopholes in the rules of civilization to help a group of poachers to commit crimes...

In fact, the scale of this era can really be bigger.

But Wu Xiaozu finally expressed it in a subtle way.

He is not afraid of himself.

With his status and influence today, as long as he doesn't make 50, there is basically no problem——

But the author who has a sore throat and is catching a cold can't... Counseling.

Of course, this is also in line with Wu Xiaozu's consistent shooting style.They never preach anything. As for how much the audience can see or how much interpretation they have, that is their reason.

I think it was the same with Brother Xun back then.

"By the way, there is a party organized by the Anxi Autonomous Region Film Association tonight, with the participation of the Musicians Association and the Dancers Association. I hope you can attend..." Wu Tianming took out an invitation letter.

"It's not an overly formal meeting and dinner, but a party for self-entertainment within the literary and art circles. Many actors in the crew have also been invited, and our West Film Studio has also been invited."

"No problem, just relax everyone." Wu Xiaozu accepted the invitation.

Wu Tianming got through with him on this matter.

It's not too abrupt.

"But Brother Hui, do they want to participate... Forget it, let them not participate." Finally, after thinking about it, Wu Xiaozu still didn't let the 'pig-killing trio' participate in this dinner.

Of course, Liang Jiahui, Tim Ross, and Ludan, who are forming a group to brush the copy of "Slaughterhouse", don't know what kind of welcome party there is.

During this period of time, Samuel Jackson looked at the pigs, cattle and sheep, and sometimes felt inexplicably beautiful.

In order to maintain the temperament of the three of them.

Wu Xiaozu still excluded the three of them.

It's not very important anyway.

Even if the three of them knew about it, they probably wouldn't participate.

They are all actors.

ah-

Samuel Jackson, who was stroking the wool, raised his head and looked around. Next to the bloody slaughterhouse, Liang Jiahui, who was silent and silent, was cutting beef with a knife.

Seeing it look over, the body feels it.

Liang Gahui, who was wearing black cross pants, raised his head and grinned at Samuel L. Jackson, holding a blood-dripping axe.

Bang! ! !
An ax was chopped on the cow's leg, and blood splattered all over his face.

"Is there something wrong?" Liang Jiahui said a sentence in English in his hoarse voice.

scare!
Old Hei was so frightened that he dropped the sheep to the ground, he was in a daze, and he lowered his head in a dull way, not daring to look at each other.

"It's okay, your posture is very—" Samuel Jackson had just finished speaking, when he saw Tim Ross wearing the same style of black fork pants, dragging a dead sheep in his hand, passing by him.

A paradoxical smile appeared on the other party's unshaven face.

uh~~
Samuel L. Jackson felt his scalp go numb.

Really.

He felt that these two people were all perverts, and he was out of tune with them.

Shaking his head, he walked outside.

what--

The dozen or so workers who were onlookers fled in confusion like birds and beasts.

He felt that he was out of place, but everyone thought that these three guys were really the same...

A yellow man, taciturn, with a shaved head, no eyebrows, and the whites of his eyes rolled up when he smiled.

A white man with an unshaven beard, always with a faint smile that makes the scalp tingle, and he still mutters words every time he chops up an animal, with a unique sense of holy terror.

a black person...

He looks so scary, and at the same time he is often surprised.

If Wu Xiaozu were here, he would find that the taste of the three of them was almost 'salted'.

Darkness fell, and the lights came on.

The concierge hall of Kunlun Hotel is brightly lit, and the form of buffet reception——

Anxi Autonomous Region produces a wide variety of wines.

There are also a lot of white wine: Yilite wine, pomegranate wine, Xiaoerbulak wine... There are a lot of local famous wines.

At the same time, the big Wusu with the big green stick was neatly placed on the table.

Hot foods such as noodle lungs, rice sausages, baked naan, and baked buns exude aroma.

The pastries are also very local.

Bahari, Gulich, Jam Leba, Sanzi, Oil Fruit and Napoleon Cake.

The unique buffet will have ethnic characteristics.

People in Anxi Autonomous Region are very musical, and the lively mood of singing and dancing made the atmosphere of the whole party very lively at the beginning of the party.

Sitting there, Wu Xiaozu was holding milk tea and eating Sazi, and he felt pleasing to the eye.

"Director Wu—"

Wu Tianming smiled and introduced Wu Xiaozu to many people.

"This is Comrade Tong from the Musicians Association. He has created many songs and dances with national characteristics. At the same time, the dance classroom you are looking for is also provided by Director Tong..."

"Thank you, Director Tong."

Wu Xiaozu smiled and shook the hand of the gentle man wearing glasses in front of him, who was very excited, "It is my honor to be able to help Director Wu."

"Director Tong is being polite." Wu Tianming also said with a smile, "Director Wu's requirements are very strict. If it weren't for the help of comrades, I guess it would be difficult to find someone who meets his requirements..."

"Hahaha……"

Many comrades around me also laughed along with me.

At this moment, a little girl who was dark and dark suddenly ran over and shouted: "It's snowing!"

Wu Xiaozu looked out the window.

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying all over the sky, as if putting on a gorgeous neon dress on the city, dancing under the light.

"Thank you kid." Wu Xiaozu smiled and patted the little girl's head.

The other party blinked and looked at the tall and good-looking uncle in front of him...

There was a look of confusion in his eyes.

She didn't quite know why the other party said thank you to herself.

However, the good tutor still made her say an inaudible 'thank you' in a low voice timidly.

Thinking about what to say again, I found that this uncle had already left.

(End of this chapter)