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Chapter 132 Ginger is still old and spicy (second more)
"Go and meet them."

After talking, Fuji Rujun got up and stood up, and Ning Yuan also went to put the mail bag on his back, picked up the water bottle and bamboo hat and followed.

They refer to the villagers. The postman not only delivers letters, but also receives them.

But when the father and father left the village, they saw a lot of villagers standing outside, and they all looked at them with a smile on their simple faces.

Teng Rujun stood there stunned, his nose was a little sore, his nose moved, he turned his head and said to his son:
"They came to see you."

Ning Yuan, who was still complaining about the villagers just now, was also shocked at this moment. He felt a little embarrassed when he heard what his father said, and said embarrassedly:

"Look what I'm doing."

"Haven't I seen you!" Teng Rujun teased his son with his bamboo stick in both hands.

"Then what should I do?" Ning Yuan didn't know where to put his eyes.

Father smiled and said nothing, and Ning Yuan saw the villagers smiling, and also smiled at them: "I'm not mentally prepared at all."

But he didn't dare to meet people's eyes, so he hurriedly avoided his eyes after a glance, moved his backpack at a loss, and touched the water bottle.

"This is my son. From now on, he will run this postal route. If you have anything to do, you can find him. Finding him is the same as looking for me."

Despite his father's introduction, Ning Yuan still didn't know what to say, and still stood there showing his eight teeth and giggling.

In the end, it was the village secretary who brought the letter, and then his father took Ning Yuan away. The villagers waved goodbye, and Ning Yuan waved back as he walked, his face beaming with joy.

Recorded by the long lens, this scene is simple and touching.

"When we left the village, my dad never looked back. The folks sent us all the way to the entrance of the village, and kept guarding there, watching us go far. They came to see my dad off..."

At this time, the son began to understand a little about his father.

Although he is not a good father, but a good postman, the beginning of understanding is the elimination of barriers.

"Okay, call it a day."

Huo Jianqi yelled, and the morning shooting came to an end.

The villagers who acted as group performers gathered around at this moment, wanting to see the scene just now.

Huo Jianqi was in a good mood, and he showed them over and over again tirelessly, while the villagers watched and discussed, pointing at everyone and laughing.

As for Ning Yuan, he put down his bag at this time and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Although in the camera, he had just picked up the bag, but in actual filming, the villagers who had never filmed before had to guide it over and over again, and some people always made mistakes, so they filmed many times.

Teng Rujun walked over, took a look at his clothes, frowned and said:

"The skin is worn out again, hurry up and get some medicine, take a rest at noon, take my shots first in the afternoon, and take yours later."

After thinking about it, Teng Rujun said again: "Forget it, I'll go to the director and see if your play can be moved back."

After finishing speaking, before Ning Yuan could say anything, he ran over.

In the play, the two are father and son, but outside the play, they also cultivated feelings.

Ning Yuan learned a lot from him, and he also saw Ning Yuan's efforts in his eyes and liked it quite a lot.

When Teng Rujun went to look for Huo Jianqi, Huo Jianqi and Kang Jianmin both came over, looked at the wound on Ning Yuan's shoulder, they looked at each other, Huo Jianqi said:

"Anyway, the shooting plan has been advanced a long time ago, and I don't care about this day or two. This afternoon, Ning Yuan will take a rest first. There will always be time to take the medicine. Let's talk about it tomorrow depending on the situation."

What Ning Yuan wanted to say, Kang Jianmin said with a smile: "The next step is to shoot the mountain road, which will be even more difficult. You should save your strength and don't rush this moment."

Seeing what they said, Ning Yuan didn't insist anymore.

The mountains in Xiangxi are really beautiful, but the mountain roads are also difficult to walk.

Even after resting for more than a day, Ning Yuan's shoulders were worn out again after half a day's work after filming started again.

Even though it is cool in the mountains now, Ning Yuan's clothes have never been dry.

"Why don't you put a cardboard box in the postal bag? If this continues, your shoulders will bleed before they grow well."

Ning Yuan shook his head and wiped off his sweat: "No matter how good a performance without a physical object is, it is not as good as a real performance. With a light bag on your back, you may pay attention at first, but you will be negligent during the performance."

Of course they knew that what Ning Yuan was talking about, but looking at Ning Yuan's sweaty appearance and the bloodstains on his shoulders, they felt uncomfortable.

"Then hurry up and shoot, finish the shoot early, and you won't have to suffer this crime."

Although there were several villages in the film, they were all filmed in Dayuan Village. After all, villages are not like towns. There are people living here.

On this day, they filmed a scene about the fifth wife.

The fifth mother-in-law couldn't see, and his grandson didn't care about him outside, but his father did.

Every time I come here, I have to bring her a letter. There is no writing on the letter, and the fifth wife can't see it anyway, so I rely on my father to make it up for her.

In addition, there was ten yuan in the letter that my father had specially included.

This plot also allows the son to know another side of his father, from work to caring for the lonely elderly. After experiencing this incident, the image of the father in the son's heart has become more glorious and taller.

After all, Gong Yeyan is an old artist, and even Ning Yuan has to admire his seriousness in performing.

It's not just that the director said yes, she would watch the replay every time a short section was shot, and if she felt dissatisfied, she would ask for a reshoot.

Of course, she is not ignoring the feelings of Ning Yuan and Teng Rujun. Every time she asks the director for a reshoot, she will sincerely state the problem and what she needs to adjust, and apologize to them repeatedly.

Fortunately, Ning Yuan and Teng Rujun also had the same pursuit, so they could understand her, and they both smiled and said no.

There is no gap in the cooperation of the three, which also gave Ning Yuan a deeper understanding of dedication.

After all, Ning Yuan's filming time in his previous life was a few years later. At that time, they were all small roles, and it was ten years later that he really played the main role.

At that time, people's hearts began to be vain, and everything was for the purpose of making money. Of course, speed was the first priority. Compared with those people, Ning Yuan felt that he was already dedicated, but compared with the current Gong Yeyan, there was still a difference. less than.

Kang Jianmin also felt that the old lady was a little too serious at first, but when Gong Yeyan was satisfied with the scene, he watched it and nodded again and again:

"Older gingers are more spicy."

After a bystander villager saw it, he asked curiously, "Is she really not blind?"

Everyone laughed, but Gong Yeyan next to him smiled slightly without saying anything.

Although the narrative of this movie is gentle, the emotions and emotions are piled up step by step. From the reactions of the villagers, the father's indifference to fame and fortune, to the care of the lonely old man, and the next scene of crossing the river, the son re-recognized father.

In the end, the sublimation of feelings was completed, and the son finally called out the name that he had not said for many years:
"dad!"

　Thanks to Menphisto for the reward of [-] coins, and thank you for your support. The second update is here. Let's go to eat some food first, and then continue.

　　
　
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