I interpret life in Tokyo

There was a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he narrowed his eyes, his limbs lost strength bit by bit, lost temperature, and gradually became colder.

But the place where the girl embraced was warm.

In the cherry blossom forest where the youth and the girl met for the first time, the sun slanted down, shining on the warmth of the body.

It's no different than what it is now.

The indifferent young man is content. He is just the son of a refugee who has learned martial arts under the training of his master.

He knew that it was impossible for him and the general's daughter.

The two have never had contact, acquaintance, or a chance to get married in their entire lives.

At least, dying for her would be enough.

Feeling the delicate skin on his hands, the young man smiled freely, his hazy vision saw the shogun who broke into the tavern.

Then, there is nothing to worry about.

"Definitely..." The young man held the girl's hand and said in an almost prayerful tone, "I must live happily..."

While the fresh life still exists, enjoy the sunshine and rain to the fullest.

The boy let out a slow breath.

So warm.

Just like you under the warm sun that day.

The young man smiled and fell into a light sleep.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun...don't do it." The girl lay on the young man's body, pressing against his cold face.

"Obviously...Obviously there are still unspoken words and unexpressed feelings."

"I...I like you."

The girl clutched her chest, weeping uncontrollably at the sleeping young man.

Chapter 23 Purity, very high

"Hmm... As expected of the group performer I chose."

The supervisor of Daqiao sighed in satisfaction, full of smiles.He felt that this move was the right one.

That's right, the Edo period always had too many regrets, too much blood, too much hatred, like the civilians killed by the samurai, and the ronin samurai who died protecting their loved ones. . .Just thinking about it makes me cry.

In order to protect his beloved woman, the cold-faced samurai successfully killed two Toyotomi samurai at the great disadvantage of one against three, and finally died in the hands of the leader.

The samurai wearing black shogunate uniforms outside the venue rushed into the tavern in an orderly manner, and the crying of the girl could be faintly heard.

The corners of Director Ohashi's mouth curled up like a Nike logo.

In this chaotic world where people die if they are killed, true love is always so rare.

A husband who protects his wife and children during times of war, and a man who protects his lover regardless of his own life, is nothing more than that.

"Well, the most important thing is the change of expression, right?" Supervisor Ohashi watched the replay of the camera, zoomed in on the shot of the young man's cold face and blood, and nodded secretly.

Needless to say, Madoka Higuchi's crying scene is the essence of this clip, allowing the audience to see more intuitively the hatred between the shogunate and the Toyotomi clan. They not only killed samurai, but also innocent family members.

Regret for life, regret for life ah ha ha ha ha!

Director Ohashi's Nike hook was turned up again.

"Purity is very high."

With his hands behind his back, Miyamoto Wenming commented with the demeanor of a master.

"Miyamoto-sensei..."

Miyamoto Minami nodded slightly to several supervisors and directors, and Xia Feng blew his Taoist robe, showing the style of a master without a doubt, "Sakakibara-kun's Nitian first-class swordsmanship has reached the point of ruthless innocence-but, he stopped."

"Oh? Miyamoto-sensei, how do you stop?" An action director appropriately became an eye-catcher.

"What I mean is that Sakakihara-kun was not acting just now, but was swinging his sword in real combat. This is different from those three actors. They just swung their swords according to the demonstration actions I gave."

"His two days are first-class, he is natural, and he doesn't need to direct. As long as there is an enemy in front of him, he will swing the sword."

Miyamoto Mingkai opened his originally squinted eyes, and flashed a bright light, "If Sakakibara-kun didn't use the tool tachi just now, then the blood spilled on the ground is not just fake blood."

Supervisor Daqiao narrowed his eyes, couldn't help but put his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth a few steps. After a while, he looked at the picture captured by the camera again.

This actor, it seems, is very suitable to be an action actor.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The boy got up from Madoka Higuchi's arms. Although he was stabbed several times and his chest was completely pierced, he looked like a normal person after he got up, so he had to brag about the awesomeness of the props group .

In the messy tavern, the tables and chairs with short legs and sawdust were scattered everywhere, and the middle-aged warrior actors who staged a fighting scene wiped sweat and were panting.

The boy felt as if he had experienced a sparring with his colleagues in the Miyamoto Kendo Gym. He turned around and handed Madoka Higuchi a pack of tissues, "Thank you Higuchi-san."

"I'm used to crying." Madoka Higuchi thanked him, took the tissue and wiped his eyes, "It's better to cry when you play a role than when you fail the audition."

They still need to rush to the filming location of the movie before night, and they have to leave immediately after changing their costumes.

"Your acting skills are outstanding."

Madoka Higuchi praised sincerely, she shook her head at the boy who stretched out his hand to pull her up, and stood up on the ground herself.

Enviable.

She didn't say that.

The two walked out of the dilapidated restaurant. Several supervisors and directors were explaining the plot to the belated shogunate protagonist group. They were greeted by Supervisor Ohashi.

The boy noticed that he was watching the shooting scene with a distorted smile just now, and when he turned his head, his expression returned to normal, and he couldn't help wiping away the cold sweat.

"Your performances are so wonderful that they cannot be expressed in words. Most importantly, your acting skills allow the audience to experience the three-point grief and regret. The girl in the Mood for Love loses her lover because of the war. Although such a theme is old However, you can play different effects under different actors, and you have undoubtedly done the best."

"Thank you, Superintendent Bridge."

Director Ohashi nodded calmly, "Sakakihara-kun, Higuchi-kun, you...you are like a natural pair, I believe we still have the opportunity to continue to cooperate."

Madoka Higuchi sorted out her emotions, and nodded her thanks with the boy.

Seeing the calm expression of the girl next to him, the boy didn't have the resentment he felt after regretting for the first time in his life. After a simple wash, he took the train and rushed in another direction.

Kaede Sakakibara took out a box of mints from his pocket, and handed it to Madoka Higuchi.

"Throat refreshing."

"Thank you."

In the dialogue between the two, it seems that the two words thank you appear the most.

Madoka Higuchi took a mint candy, and the boy put one in his mouth, leaning on the back of the chair to relax his tense body after exercise.

She took out her mobile phone and turned on the line, and reported her whereabouts with her childhood sweetheart, but the boy couldn't do the same. Although a newsletter has been added, it is only a relationship of sending blessings to each other on holidays.

"tired?"

Higuchi Madoka's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly unless he listened carefully.

This is, the sun came out from the west, or Batman's parents were resurrected, the boy turned his head unexpectedly, and found that Madoka Higuchi had ended the communication at some point, and looked straight out of the window.

Feeling the boy's scrutiny, Madoka Higuchi glanced at him, and said in a bad tone, "What's wrong?"

The boy withdrew his gaze, crossed his fingers and tapped the rhythm, "The sword swing part is okay, this time it only NGed once, which is far from the five NGs I expected."

"Thanks to Mr. Miyamoto's guidance, otherwise the battle scene would be even more chaotic."

"Higuchi-san, this time is better than last time, just need to take two shots." The boy said meaningfully, obviously, he was talking about the crying scene.

Crying is a compulsory course for actors, how to cry quickly and how to move the audience.

Crying bitterly, crying ghosts and howling wolves, sobbing, crying, different crying has different crying methods.

Sometimes the emotional rendering is in place, and the scene event also happens. The camera stares at the face, but the actor stands there deliberating for a long time, but still can't cry.

"This is a challenge for me, similar to idol activities."

Madoka Higuchi said, "I don't want to cater to the audience and cry, I don't want to be judged by them."

"So, I became deeply involved in the role."

The girl covered her chest and clenched it slightly, "Experience the feeling of loss, the sadness, regret, and sourness. When you can feel that emotion, it's easy to cry."

You will regret losing something important.

Madoka Higuchi experienced dozens of heartaches in just two group performances.

"What's the matter? This look really doesn't look like yours." Madoka Higuchi noticed the boy's surprised gaze, she didn't have any negative emotions in her heart, she just confided her heart in such a natural way.

She is laughing.

It was a very ordinary smile. Seeing her smile, I couldn't help feeling a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

The lords of Fenghuo opera only smiled for the Bomei people.

The smile is very shallow, the smile is very weak, and it is short-lived.

"A type of character I don't want to play."

"Certainly not."

said the boy.

At twilight, the two got off the train, the boy turned slightly sideways, letting Madoka Higuchi walk beside him, he noticed that she had been prepared for today, the lower body was wearing jeans that reached to the ankle, and the sandals she wore when she first came to shoot had also become up sneakers.

Near the mansion is a small country town.

A few plain female high school students carrying school bags and not wearing any attire passed by the two of them.

The ancient buildings gradually appearing on both sides seem to be the buildings of the Edo period - the boy has experienced it personally when he was in the film and television base, and he recognized it at a glance.

Usually, everyone takes the bus on the expressway, so naturally they can't see this scene.

A few returning home farmers passed by on both sides of the street, playing children chasing dragonflies on their flip-flops, and an old lady sitting on a bamboo deckchair enjoying the sunset.

What is lacking in the rural life full of life flavor and in the complicated urban life is this tranquility.

After living in Tokyo for less than two months, the boy who thought the city life was good suddenly wanted to rest for a month in this peaceful rural town.

Bustling cities and quiet towns each have their own charms.

"This is..."

Madoka Higuchi stopped, Kaede Sakakibara stopped, and the two stood in front of Komachi's bulletin board, which was pasted with many colorful and handmade posters.

The boy saw a poster with crooked crayon fish and turtles and laughed for some reason.

"Summer Festival."

Madoka Higuchi pointed straight at a poster.

"Summer festival in Komachi." The boy looked at the poster with a good artist's style, leaned closer and read, "Snack street, shrine maiden dancing, fireworks show, there seems to be quite a variety of styles."

"To be honest, I really want to come, this is my first time."

Madoka Higuchi was puzzled: "Hasn't Sakakibara-san participated in the summer festival before?"

"Well, does it count if you've seen it in anime?"

The man held his chin in earnest and said, every time it is the turn of the anime firework festival, it must be a good time for the relationship between the hero and the heroine to warm up. For example, the hero must praise the heroine's yukata as the top1 thing to do.

Feeling the girl's speechless eyes, Kaede Sakakibara smiled, and took another step. Spend time here and the filming at the mansion will be late.

"Friday in a week's time is the Summer Festival."

"One week, but it's true, April." The boy took out his mobile phone to check his work schedule, his eyes lit up, "Wuhu, I don't have work next Friday."

"I do not have either."

The boy looked at the girl, who frowned slightly, "What's wrong? Looking at me like this, should I call the police now?"

"Don't, don't, don't." Seeing that Madoka Higuchi was really about to press the police uncle's call button, the boy waved his hands again and again, "I just think that if we go to the summer festival, there must be more people to make it fun."

"I'll probably go, if I'm free."

Madoka Higuchi lowered his head, looked at the orange-red road reflected by the setting sun, felt the smell of summer and the chirping of cicadas, and sent the photos he just took to the group chat on line.

"I'll also ask my friends if they have time," said the boy.