I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 335 Hospitable Northeast Bank

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane is about to take off, please double-check that your seat belts are fastened and your phone is in flight mode, thank you..."

Listening to the notification tone from the plane radio, Qin Muchu looked at the old man next to him and said:
"Director Zhang, you still have time to get off the plane. If you think about flying after a while, you'll have to parachute."

Zhang Yimou is watching the sub-shots of "Love Letter", thinking about how to achieve such an effect if he shoots it himself.

Hearing Qin Muchu's words, he didn't speak, he raised his legs, turned his body slightly, and continued to look at the sub-camera with his back to Qin Muchu.

Hey, the old man is quite arrogant now.

Qin Muchu looked at this scene and smiled.

At that time, Zeng Li told him that Lao Mouzi was going to give him a photographer, and he immediately picked up Zeng Li and pressed him to the bed, slapping his buttocks several times as punishment for dishonesty.

But after calling Lao Mouzi back, he found out that it was true, and Lao Mouzi's attitude was extremely firm, so he could only apologetically rub the ass of the blushing beauty who wanted to fight him desperately.

"Xiao Qin, will this play be peaceful?"

Zhang Yimou, who had been "tsundere" for half an hour, finally spoke.

I had this feeling when I read the script before, but now after watching the sub-shots for a few days, this feeling is even stronger.

A romance movie, not to mention kissing, but not even holding hands and hugging.

"It's a bit flat..."

Qin Muchu also nodded, it was normal for Lao Mouzi to think so.

In the original "Love Letter", Hiroko had a relationship with Akiba after the death of the male Fujii tree, and the two also had a kiss scene.

But in his version, this relationship line was cut off and changed to Ye Qiu (Qiu Ye) secretly in love with Nanli (Bozi).

With such a change, the degree of pure love has increased, but some ups and downs of the plot have been lost.

but……

"Romance movies don't necessarily have to be so thrilling, it's enough to shoot the beauty of love."

He is confident that he can shoot the effect he wants, especially when Lao Mouzi joins, he is more confident to turn the picture in his mind into reality.

You will know these when the video is shot, it is difficult to understand just by watching the script and the sub-shots.

Seeing this, Lao Mouzi didn't say much.

If there is a problem, it will not be impossible to change it when the time comes...

Yanjing and Harbin were closer than Qin Muchu imagined, but the plane started to land in just over two hours.

"Sir, the current temperature in Harbin is minus [-] degrees Celsius, which is rather cold. If you have thick clothes, please change into them."

The stewardess is reminding passengers to change into thick clothes one by one, and the radio is also broadcasting that there is a large temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, so pay attention to cold protection.

"Thirteen degrees below zero... Tsk tsk, my refrigerator isn't even this cold."

Although he had checked the temperature information in Harbin, Qin Muchu couldn't help but click his tongue. He put on the down jacket he had prepared and got off the plane.

Stepping out of the cabin door, a gust of cold wind like a knife is in front of you.

"It's so cold here."

Zhou Huimin shrank her neck and leaned against Zeng Li.

Worried about Lao Mouzi, Zhang Mo, who came with him, also felt a little regretful. If he was filming outdoors in this weather, he might freeze to death.

Fortunately, the airport bus immediately drove to the cabin door and stairs, and it was better to get on the bus with air conditioning.

"Haha, Director Qin, this is my first time in Northeast China, so I'm not used to it."

Outside the airport, Zhao Benshan got off a black RV and walked towards Qin Muchu and his group with an eager smile.

But when he saw Zhang Yimou, he was stunned:

"Brother Yimou is here too? This is..."

Zhang Yimou smiled:
"Ah, Ben Shan, I'm here for Xiao Qin..."

"Director Zhang is the producer I invited here, and he helped me check it out. It took me a long time before I agreed."

Before Zhang Yimou, Qin Muchu spoke.

"Supervision?"

Zhao Benshan looked at Qin Muchu, then at Zhang Yimou.

He hadn't talked about it last time we met, and he knew there must be something inside, but since he didn't talk about it, he didn't ask too much.

Immediately laughed:

"Then our show is incredible. This is the rhythm of film history, haha. Hurry up, get in the car, it's cold outside."

After getting into the car, Qin Muchu looked around.

Zhao Benshan's RV was large and luxurious, not much worse than what Qin Muchu bought for Zeng Li and Zhou Huimin before.

"Director Qin, I think the hotel we stayed in was too far away from the set, and it was inconvenient to go back and forth, so I made the decision on my own and found a guest house with Deputy Director Ma, without notifying you in advance..."

Zhao Benshan said with apology.

"How can it be, Uncle Benshan, the conditions of the guest house are no worse than that of the hotel." Qin Muchu replied with a smile.

Ma Debiao, who brought the film crew ahead of time, had already reported this to him.

Because the background of "Love Letter" was around [-], the shooting location couldn't be very prosperous, so I chose a backward town in Harbin.

There is only a small hotel in the local area, and it can accommodate about [-] people if it is crowded, and the conditions are not good.

As a last resort, I had to choose a hotel in the urban area, and went to the set by car when filming.

This back and forth was delayed for at least two hours, and if there was a heavy snow day, they might not be able to leave.

Harbin has a lot of weather like this.

But Zhao Benshan made a move and directly bought the local guest house as a hotel for them to live in.

It's not that Ma Debiao has never thought of this idea, but he was ignored at all.

This is the human connection.

The RV drove smoothly, and after about two hours, it stopped slowly.

As soon as Qin Muchu got out of the car, he saw a crowd of people.

Both men and women, boys and girls, filled a road, staring at them and talking about it.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome to Mr. Benshan to film in this town."

A tall middle-aged man was followed by a group of people, and when they got off the car, they swarmed up.

"This is..." Qin Muchu was still a little confused by the enthusiastic crowd.

"This is the local Mayor of Ma County. On his left is the secretary of the town, on his right is the mayor, and the rest are local leaders."

Zhao Benshan said something in a low voice, then turned to meet the smiling magistrate Ma and said:
"Brother Ma, didn't you say not to do these things? You have already caused a lot of trouble, so how can you let me welcome you in person?"

"No trouble, no trouble. It's great that Mr. Benshan can come to our county to film. The leaders of the city have repeatedly asked us to entertain us well. If you have any requests, you will definitely meet them."

"Then thank you brother, haha!"

Zhao Benshan laughed, and then introduced him to the people behind:

"Come on, brother, let me introduce you to the real Buddha, director Qin Muchu, and director Zhang. Of these three beauties, one is director Zhang's daughter, and the other two are outstanding actors in our country."

"Hard knowledge, hard knowledge, how can I not have hard knowledge. I already felt radiant when I heard that Director Qin came, but I thought that Director Zhang would also come..."

County magistrate Ma's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Yimou, and he was about to go up to shake hands.

Suddenly, a loud "cracking" sound startled several people.

Not far away, firecrackers were lit, blowing up smoke.

However, being bombarded like this interrupted the courtesy of several people.

"Let's go in, the guest house is ready." Magistrate Ma shouted loudly.

So all the people walked towards the guest house, and a man who was left behind waved at the crowd that surrounded the road:

"Everyone go back first. Teacher Benshan has also seen it. He will be filming here for the next few days. You must not embarrass our town."

During the shouting, Qin Muchu looked up before going in.

The sign that was supposed to be "XX Town Guest House" was covered by a red banner, which read "Welcome Teacher Zhao Benshan and Director Qin Muchu to come to this town for filming".

A sentence suddenly came to my mind: After passing Shanhaiguan, go to Zhao Benshan.

……

After the banquet.

With a blushing face, Qin Muchu returned to the room arranged for him by the guest house with the support of Zhou Huimin and Zeng Li.

Not long after entering the door here, Zhang Mo, who had just comforted Lao Mouzi, walked in, looked at Qin Muchu who was paralyzed on the bed, and asked:

"Director Qin is okay, he drank a lot at noon."

She also came here this time with an identity, the assistant director who organized the on-site shooting, and Zhang Yimou asked her to call "Director Qin" when she entered the group.

"It's okay, but... a little dizzy."

Qin Muchu's intermittent voice came, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to support himself to stand up, but he put it down weakly.

He didn't struggle any more, and asked:

"How is Director Zhang?"

"Drink a glass of water and go to bed."

Zhang Mo replied, and then asked:

"By the way, my dad asked if you would still go to the scene in the afternoon? If so, he would be with you."

Qin Muchu was surprised when he heard the drunken face:
"Director Zhang can still get up in the afternoon?"

At the noon dinner, he got acquainted with the generous hospitality of the Northeast people and...the terrible drinking capacity.

Over the years, his drinking capacity has now reached the point where three glasses (small glasses) of baijiu can stand up and go out, but today two glasses are more than enough.

The wine called Burning Knife really tasted like being stabbed in the heart by a red-hot knife.

The key point is that except for the girls who didn't drink, everyone else at the dinner seemed to think that the wine was very refreshing, drinking one cup after another.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that his wine came out of the same bottle as them, he would have wondered if they were drinking water.

Lao Mouzi probably drank more than half of the bottle, which was already a lethal dose for Qin Muchu.

And those local leaders and Zhao Benshan really have "a finger's capacity for drinking" and drink all the time.

When he and Lao Mouzi withdrew, Zhao Benshan was still drinking with the leaders.

"My dad said to sleep for a while." Zhang Mo also thought that it would be better for Lao Mouzi to rest for an afternoon, but he couldn't hold him back.

So I can only hope that Qin Muchu will not go to the set in the afternoon.

But obviously Qin Muchu didn't get it.

Since Lao Mouzi insisted on working at such an old age, he had no reason not to go.

So he said:

"Okay, then I'll sleep for a while, and call Director Zhang in the afternoon."

"..."

He didn't understand why Qin Muchu was suddenly excited, Zhang Mo had no choice but to tell Lao Mouzi's room number, and then went out.

When they got to the door, they paused and waited for a while, but no one responded for a long time.

Then asked:

"Sister Li, Hui Min, are you staying here to take care of Director Qin?"

"Um……"

Just as Zhou Huimin was about to nod, Zeng Li suddenly grabbed her waist and smiled at Zhang Mo, who had a strange expression:

"He doesn't need to take care of him either. Let's boil some water for him before leaving."

Although Zhang Mo felt that something was wrong, he didn't think too much, and pointed to the table by the door:
"There's no need to boil water, it's in the water bottle."

"Okay, then let's go together."

Zeng Li pulled Zhou Huimin, who had come to his senses, to leave with Zhang Mo...

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Muchu was woken up by the alarm.

Rubbing his eyes, he slept for more than two hours, and the little wine he drank was basically gone.

Get up and look at the guest house room.

One bedroom with one bathroom, decorated with everything, similar to the photos Ma Debiao sent him.

It's not bad to have such conditions for filming in a small town, and I don't expect to have any bicycles.

Remembering that before going to bed, when Zhang Mo said that Lao Mouzi wanted to watch the scene, he called him to join him. He got some water to rinse his mouth, and then went to Lao Mouzi's room.

The scenes of "Love Letter" are not complicated, mainly at home, school, library and snow-capped mountains.

Among them, except for the snow mountain, which needs to be shot in other places, the home, school classroom, and school library are all shot in the town.

Not to mention the family, there are no special requirements for this scene, just two country yards with a single family.

The school classroom and library are the most important, because the secret love story of Li Muzhi, a man and woman in high school in the movie, happened here, and all the innocence and beauty of the movie happened here.

They are at school now.

"This school has a history of 40 years, and the town was quite wealthy back then. There were more than a dozen surrounding villages and towns, all of whom went to school here, and there were thousands of students at the time.

But now there are only dozens of students, and the classrooms and library are all abandoned. We have redecorated a classroom and the library according to your requirements. "

Ma Debiao introduced, while Qin Muchu and Zhang Yimou looked around.

Behind him were Zeng Li, Zhou Huimin, and Zhang Mo.

Dilapidated walls and ruins, overgrown with grass.

These eight words are really no exaggeration to describe this place.

It seems to be a corner forgotten by the past era, full of atmosphere that is incompatible with the current era.

But Qin Muchu was very happy, this is what he wanted.

"Crack" sound.

He raised the camera hanging around his neck and took pictures of the surrounding scenery.

The sunset in Harbin has already begun at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the reddish yellow sunset shines on the dilapidated wall, shining brightly on every crack.

Walking, walking, the teaching building appeared in front of me, a green wooden door with mottled traces, and above the door there was a piece of three-year (two) class written in white paint.

However, after years of erosion, the paint has faded and become blurred.

Qin Muchu just felt that he was being poked by something, and the picture kept bursting out in his mind, pointing to the door:
"Zhou Huimin, you go to the front, at the door of that class, hurry up."

"what?"

Zhou Huimin, who was looking around, didn't react, and looked at Qin Muchu with cute eyes.

"Oh, I'm so stupid."

Qin Muchu couldn't bear it, and directly dragged Zhou Huimin to the classroom.

"You just stand here, with your hands hanging down naturally, in front of you, carrying a schoolbag..."

Suddenly finding that there was no schoolbag, he looked around, took off the camera bag hanging on his body, and handed it to Zhou Huimin.

"Just carry the strap."

He said, and then ignored Zhou Huimin, who was in a daze, and quickly stepped back a few steps, holding the camera and moving back and forth, looking at the sun from time to time.

Finally, he stopped and squatted down to press the shutter.

Everyone else was fooled by Qin Muchu's sudden "crazy illness".

What are you doing?

Take a picture, so excited?
"Qin Muchu, are you ready?"

Zhou Huimin stood under the door and waved.

Qin Muchu, who had stopped at first, saw this scene and pressed the shutter a few more times.

Looking at the photo that was spit out immediately, the smile became even more intense.

"Okay, come here."

he shouted, waving his hands.

Zhou Huimin trotted over, and the others also moved closer to Qin Muchu.

"Look."

Qin Muchu took out the few photos he just took.

The few people who were still a little puzzled suddenly felt a twitch in their hearts when they saw the photo. No, it should be some kind of throbbing to be precise.

What does it feel like?
Under the bright yellow sunset, the girl's eyes were a little ignorant and nervous, and her body exuded a beautiful but hazy light in the sun.

And the classroom behind it was half-lit and half-dark.

The scenery is so beautiful that it is almost unreal, as if taken from memory.

Because only the memories with various filters can have this kind of beauty.

Zhang Yimou looked at the photo silently, and picked up the next one after a while.

This one is Zhou Huimin waving to ask Qin Muchu if he is well. The ignorance and nervousness disappeared, replaced by anticipation.

Looking forward to seeing photos, or looking forward to being photographed by someone you like.

He wasn't sure.

But he understood what the throbbing in his heart was before.

It is the most beautiful and purest secret love hidden in the bottom of my heart in the past years, which was not even spoken.

(End of this chapter)