Yuan Ye landed in the city where Shaoyi was filming the day before the second phase of the recording. Their second location is to go to Inner Mongolia, to the grassland.
After getting off the plane, Yuan Ye directly dragged the box to the crew, in a village more than 100 kilometers away from the city. The driver of the taxi on the road has been telling him about these stars who came to film this time. It is rare to see someone from a small place, and so many have come at one time. The driver asked Yuan Ye what he was doing. Yuan Ye thought about it and said, "Come and do some errands."
The driver looked at the field in the rearview mirror, shook his head and said, "You don't look like you, you look good, you look like you came to film."
Yuan Ye smiled: "I'm not, I hate cameras."
Fang Shaoyi had to go out to record the show, so he had to get out of the schedule ahead of time when he was in the crew. Sometimes day and night had to be filmed consecutively, and the people who played with him had to follow him. It's hard work. That is, because this person is Fang Shaoyi, and his identity is here, no matter whether others have thoughts in their hearts or not, they will not show it on the surface.
When Yuan Ye arrived, Fang Shaoyi was sitting next to the director watching the playback on the monitor. The director was teaching a play to a young actor. Fang Shaoyi sat silently, drinking hot water while listening.
"You have to adjust your emotions, you have to cry when you need to cry. No one faces this kind of scene - your relatives and friends die in front of you one by one - this kind of scene you can't help but cry." The director said.
The young actor is a newcomer. He was selected by Director Xin for his first filming. He couldn't understand the character he was shooting.
The director said to him: "Although he is a person who is not good at expressing his emotions and has an overly dull personality, this does not mean that he is cold-blooded and indifferent. It is impossible for him to face everything with the same face."
The young actor nodded, as if listening. A little embarrassed on his face, he smiled awkwardly: "Director, I'm afraid I won't be able to cry."
The director's expression was serious, he frowned and said to him: "You have to cry, if you can't cry in this kind of play, you simply don't make the movie. This is not Xiaoqing Xiaoai crying, this is life and death. Your whole family. You are dead in front of your eyes, you say you can't cry? Then you are just you, you are not the character in the play."
Yuan Ye had actually been here for a while, he was not far behind them, he didn't walk over, and he didn't speak. He sat on his suitcase, on his legs, and listened to the director's play. He actually wanted to hear Fang Shaoyi talk, but Fang Shaoyi didn't say a word while holding the hot water cup. Yuan Ye used to love to hear Fang Shaoyi say these things, and also love to watch him film.
Some people are born to eat this bowl of rice, as long as he is in the play, his whole person is shining and charming. Fang Shaoyi is such a person.
The young actor left, and the director watched the monitor playback again and asked Fang Shaoyi, "What do you think?"
Fang Shaoyi didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly.
The director sighed, then smiled helplessly and said, "Take it slow, his image is too sticky, he just can't act."
Fang Shaoyi also followed with a smile: "There is no actor that Director Xin can't make, and there is no one with you who can't act."
The director shook his head and said, "That's what I'm saying, I can shoot anyone who is thrown to me for a year. But it's too time-consuming, and they have to be polished together. It's all newcomer's scenes that can be polished, just one or two. You know how to film, who do you want to accompany you to grind? Yaohua's face was slapped down just now."
Fang Shaoyi didn't say much, took another sip of water to moisten his throat, lowered his eyes and said, "It's all at this stage, it's all over here."
Yuan Ye smiled silently from behind, Fang Shaoyi is still Fang Shaoyi, people are different from others, their backgrounds are different, and their attitudes can be different. Although Fang Shaoyi is here, he never pretends to be a big name in the crew. He doesn't talk much, but it's not because he looks down on anyone, he doesn't like to talk too much. As long as a young actor comes to ask him anything, he can tell.
It seems simple, but it is rare in this circle. This is the most realistic circle, with highs and lows, relying on worth and resources to speak. Fang Shaoyi may have looked at him at a distance, because his expression was always cold and indifferent, but he didn't put on airs, and he didn't bother to step on anyone, and he would never put on a posture of standing at a high place and looking at all beings.
They are all movie emperors, but there is also a gap in character between movie emperors and movie emperors.
After that, Ji Xiaotao saw Yuan Ye first. He just went to get Fang Shaoyi's medicine, he took him out of the village, bought some things, and bought a soup for Fang Shaoyi. They also brought one.
He was a little surprised to see Yuan Ye, and called out, "Brother Ye?"
Fang Shaoyi and the director both turned their heads, Yuan Ye smiled at them and raised his arms, he asked Ji Xiaotao: "Can you not be so loud every time you see me?"
"I couldn't control it," Ji Xiaotao went over to divide the soup and cakes that he brought for the director and them, and then asked Yuan Ye in a low voice, "How did you come here, Brother Ye? Call me and I'll pick you up!"
Yuan Ye said: "No, I'll come by taxi. Anyway, I'll be recording again tomorrow, so I'll wait a day earlier."
Fang Shao just looked back at him, didn't stand up and walked over, but sat next to the director and talked. The director said something while drinking the soup, Fang Shao nodded, and then said his.
It wasn't until they finished talking that Fang Shaoyi came over. He hadn't seen him for a week, and he wasn't excited when he saw Yuan Ye, and he didn't have any extra expressions on his face. Ji Xiaotao handed him the thermos flask, and when he opened it, it was still white. The director and the others were all packed in ordinary lunch boxes. Fang Shaoyi brought this bowl with him on purpose.
Neither of the two talked to anyone. Ji Xiaotao was a little embarrassed. He asked Yuan Ye, "Brother Ye, have you eaten it yet? Would you like to eat cake? He has a cold and sweats from the soup."
Yuan Ye nodded and said, "After eating, don't worry about me."
Ji Xiaotao said again, "Brother Ye, give me your stuff, and I'll arrange a room for you."
Yuan Ye glanced at Fang Shaoyi, the man really had a cold, and his nose was a little red. He asked Ji Xiaotao, "Do you live here at night?"
"Well, I've always lived in the village. It's too far from the city, so I won't bother."
Yuan Ye gave him the suitcase, and Ji Xiaotao took it. Yuan Ye had nothing in his hand, so he stood by and watched Fang Shaoyi drink the soup.
The picture is a bit funny, all three are standing, but no one is talking. Ji Xiaotao occasionally said a few words, and the other two didn't even look at each other very much. Yuan Ye didn't know what he was here for. He didn't think too much about it before he came. Anyway, he was going to record a show tomorrow, so he couldn't come from two places every time. As a result, standing with Fang Shaoyi at this moment, I felt as if I shouldn't come.
There is a camera in front of the face, and there is still something to say. Without that layer of footage, they wouldn't even have to say a word.
Fang Shao drank half of that pot of soup. He had drank two cups of hot water before, but he couldn't drink it anymore, so he poured a belly full of water. That afternoon, Fang Shao was filming when there was a show, and he went to sleep in the car when there was no drama. Yuan Ye squatted next to the director and listened to him and the screenwriter arguing endlessly. He had contact with this director. Before Fang Shao filmed his movie, Yuan Ye had worked with him. He was familiar with both the director and the screenwriter.
The two have their own opinions, and they are discussing whether the third male should die in the end. Yuan Ye squatted beside him smoking a cigarette, passing them one from time to time, and it was quite interesting to hear.
"Xiao Yuan, tell me." The director suddenly called to his head, Yuan Ye was stunned, and smiled: "What did I say, I haven't read the script, and I don't know the background."
Director Xin looked at him and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "Don't you always read the script first in Shao Yi's play? What are you afraid of, say, let me hear what you think."
Yuan Ye paused for a moment when he was blowing smoke, then shook his head and said seriously, "Director Xin, I really haven't seen this."
Fang Shaoyi's last play with Director Xin was four years ago. At that time, he had to grind the play and change the script on the spot every day. Yuan Ye would participate most of the time. Yuan Ye speaks straight, and says whatever he thinks in his heart, not afraid of offending people.
The screenwriter teacher smiled on the side: "Yo, don't be foolish, you two, I don't think you two are right. Okay, don't make a fool of yourself."
The people in this circle, looking upward, are all human beings, and there are countless people who can't see things clearly and can't live in this circle. Fang Shaoyi didn't have any spare days for work this year. He lived in the crew and never came home, and he never saw Yuan Ye come to visit the class to meet people.
Director Xin and screenwriter Mr. Liu are bound to cooperate and have cooperated for nearly 20 years. Fang Shaoyi's father has a very strong relationship with them, so whether it is from Fang Han's side or Fang Shaoyi himself, these veteran screenwriters and directors look at Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye like an elder looking at a nephew. Dare to say them, they wouldn't say a word if they wanted to change to another young couple.
Yuan Ye nodded and said, "Yeah", "Listen! Teacher Liu!"
The director smiled and said to him, "Mr. Liu is also for your own good, don't be annoying."
"No, no," Yuan Ye quickly shook his head, "how is that possible."
Ji Xiaotao put things in the wilderness next to the house where they lived, another room in a yard, but the other room can only put things and has no bed. Usually he and Fang Shaoyi each have a single bed, but this night he gave the bed to Yuan Ye, and he went to squeeze in someone else's house.
Yuan Ye looked at the two rooms and didn't say much. It is impossible for him to go out and sleep with others, so that people know what it is, maybe the assistant boss pushed him away. Then don't be pretentious and say go back to the city, what are you doing, everyone is tired, don't mess around at this point.
So Yuan Ye nodded and said, "Okay, hard work Xiaotao."
In the evening, Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye lay on each side of the bed, and neither of them opened their mouths to say a word. Yuan Ye could hear Fang Shaoyi coughing in a muffled voice, and his throat became hoarse after coughing for a long time.
Yuan Ye took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Ji Xiaotao: Did he take medicine at night
Ji Xiaotao replied: I took it for him, but I don't know if he ate it or not!
Ji Xiaotao: Otherwise, ask him!
Yuan Ye replied to him: Hmm.
Yuan Ye put down the phone and stuffed it under the pillow, turned over and faced the wall without looking at Fang Shaoyi. He cleared his throat and said, "Brother, did you forget to take your medicine?"
"Eat." Fang Shao opened his mouth after a few seconds, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "I'm arguing for you to rest?"
Yuan Ye frowned in the dark. He put his arms on his head and said, "No, I just feel bad for you."
After that, the room fell silent, no one spoke, no one coughed. Yuan Ye couldn't hear Fang Shaoyi coughing. He wanted to turn over and turn around, but he felt that it was too quiet now, and the movement of turning around was too loud.
After a long time, it may feel like a long time, but in fact it was only a few minutes, Yuan Ye heard Fang Shaoyi speak again. His voice was low and hoarse, with a sarcastic smile, and in such darkness, through his ears like sandpaper, his heart could be bald—
"Can you still feel my pain?"
"Can you?"