I got off the train at Guancheng Central Station and called Diqing to ask where I would like to meet. The house we rented in the city before, she has already returned, and she has not told me the new address. She answered my phone and told me to settle down at Disheng first, and then go to Lijiao Xiajie to look for her the next day. She said that she and her colleagues set up a studio in Lijiao, and filming will be upgraded from guerrilla warfare to positional warfare. Listening to her tone, I think her career has further developed. The "photo studio" made me think in a daze that there is another big enterprise in Guancheng, a factory producing masterpieces. The soil and water in this area are good. You can grow melons and beans, and you can harvest a handful of coarse sand when you grow rocks.
Diqing came here later than Disheng and I. When Disheng and I were selling paint everywhere, she was still in Beijing. I heard that she had mixed in film academy and drama school, studied screenwriting, and then took a director course, and then mixed into the BeiDiao circle to make underground movies. In my opinion, Beijing seems to be a place where the sky is violent and clear, and it turns out that the "underground" is also very much done. Di Qing told me later that she had stayed in no less than 20 underground film crews and slept in the basement at night. In order to eat, and to move out of the basement, through a friend's help, she occasionally went to the regular crew to do miscellaneous work, or contracted some casual work from the piles of TV stations in Beijing.
The first time she came to Guancheng, it was to relax, because there was always a mess, and there was not enough money to eat. In April of that year, the sand and dust weather raged badly. She didn't want to go out to work, and she didn't want to stay in the house waiting for the mold to develop, so she came to Guancheng to see Disheng and took a look at me by the way. Anyway, the three of us can always get together. After coming, from her perspective, Guancheng was still an uncultivated virgin land, waiting for her to bring in underground movies. She said: “I don’t do this, others will do it sooner or later. In the future, one day, every city, even every county will have a group of people. Get together not to play mahjong, not to drink, but to take pictures of their own. the film."
In some respects, I think Diqing is indeed very similar to my mother. Back then, my mother brought all kinds of refreshing movies to Jicheng with a snakeskin pocket; now, Diqing brings a new art and a new industry to Guancheng with just a DV machine.
She didn't leave when she came that time, but also called her boyfriend from Beijing to come over, ready to show off. According to her, the two were in a good relationship, but the man never listened to her call and never came to Guancheng to meet him. Soon Diqing took me to drink and cried for a while, saying that it was her boyfriend who wanted to share with her. The relationship is really good, and it is indeed a bit far to come here. In order for underground movies to germinate in the soil of Guancheng, Diqing did not hesitate to sacrifice this feeling. If Wancheng really had a film industry as a result for many years, she would be a godmother-level figure.
After all, Di Qing has seen the world. After drilling in the basement in Beijing for a few years, she has already possessed a certain amount of social activity ability, and she always shows high morale at any time, full of energy. For a while, she kept posting on local forums in Guancheng, inviting colleagues. In addition, she lost no time to infiltrate Disheng’s business partners and the friends I have known in Guancheng over the years. Underground film may be an art, but for the sake of need, it can also be interpreted as a new industry. The prospects are always broad. Anyway, in our Chinese, the two words "prospect" and "broad" naturally love the double-entry pair. When I want to declare an idiom, my skin looks a little tenderer.
As long as you call, there will always be similar responses in the vast crowd. I remember a Wanzai named Ah Jian was summoned by Diqing. Others are very handsome, claiming that they have played DV for many years and have been playing non-linear editing for four or five years. I have stayed at a Hong Kong film and television production company and have a ready-made editing and mixing equipment set at home.
That was the first colleague Diqing summoned. The two met each other late and soon fell in love. Diqing moved to Ajian. At that time, I didn't know that Diqing would be my wife in the future, shouting at the brother-in-law of Ajian. However, when Diqing wants to talk about movies with Ajian, Ajian always looks at the sky with two eyes, scratching her head, and not knowing how to pick her up. The following stubble always makes Diqing frown.
Once, Ah Jian also dragged me to his house for dinner. A Hong Kong-produced film was just on the TV, and Ah Jian couldn't help but point out that a Hong Kong artist with a face full of gangsters who specializes in gangsters was a fellow Guancheng. I have seen that buddy. Zhu Zepei paid for him to come to Jiangyang Avenue for a string of places. He did not expect that he could sing in addition to acting as a gangster. Zhu Zepei was overjoyed and gave him a small solo singer, and the tickets actually sold well. There are many Hong Kong-produced films, and all of them are familiar faces. Everyone is happy to see the characters in the movies come out and become a big living person in front of them.
Diqing rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't be ashamed of me. Can you watch more literary movies in the future?" Ajian didn't know where he left people, and said with a bitter expression, "I will definitely watch you take pictures. ."
Ajian and Diqing stayed there for a while, not feeling in love, but they became increasingly haggard by the word "art", so they found another girl who did not engage in art to live their lives. I have never seen him since.
Soon, a group of people were gathered by her because of curiosity or other reasons. Sometimes there is me in this group, and sometimes there is no me. It depends on how Disheng arranges. He is my boss. Back when I was pirating tapes, I thought I was his boss. I was vain, and now I have to pay it back. He said: "Gu Ya, there is nothing urgent here today. You can go to my sister's side and help her if you have any help. She was shooting the location scene in Huangqishan Park today." So I took the camera and went hurriedly. Because I know that Diqing is worried that the people who shoot the stills are not professional enough. Of course, most of the money is given by Di Sheng, anyway, it is not much, and it does not cost 100,000 yuan to make a movie. Di Sheng told me, "Also, I used to think that the movies were the ones that were repeatedly shown in the square during the Chinese New Year. Each one is immortal. We have to watch it year after year. I didn't expect tens of thousands of dollars now. You can make one, it's not expensive." I can't say that. Di Sheng's head is too science, and he hasn't been nurtured in such a good university.
I remember that Diqing made a film at the end of the year, even though there were scripts and actors, it looked like a documentary. The plot is about how several Lengtouqing who worked in a waste sorting factory had difficult negotiations with their boss. After one year, they finally replaced the open-air dung pit in the factory area with a brick house.
It was winter, but it was not difficult to shoot summer scenes. There was no winter in Guancheng. The original scene descriptions of "The cold wind is whistling and the heavy snow is flying" in the script of Diqing have been revised after our suggestions.
After the filming was completed, Diqing rented a small hall to show at Tenda Studios, and invited the person in charge of the local publicity department for the premiere. She distributed flyers in the central square inviting pedestrians to watch the movie for free. Her polite look reminded me of a series of images of female underground revolutionaries in old movies. I was moved for a while and took a lot of pictures of her. That day, she managed to attract forty or fifty spectators in the central square, but not many were able to watch the film. People in Guancheng are always busy with their careers. Halfway through her movie, there were not many audiences left in the venue, and the leaders who had been invited were really unable to hold back. They left their positions to greet her, uttered words of encouragement, and at the same time put on an expression of saying goodbye. Seeing that the situation is not good, I hurried to call the group of brothers for help, asking them to help out, bring more people, and don't hesitate to applaud when the movie ends. Of course, I did not forget to add a sentence: "Don't worry, of course the food and beverages are packaged here!"
In the next two or three years, Diqing dubbed dozens of copies of the film and sent them all over the world. When the sowing is wide, there will always be a few seedlings suddenly drilled out. The film won the award for the youth image unit at the Blagoveshchensk, Russia and the Karlovy Vary Film Festival in the Czech Republic. This kind of underground movie, to win a small prize abroad, is actually as difficult as getting a domestic audience to watch it from beginning to end. There is a group of well-wishers abroad who help film festivals manage the money, waiting to give awards to underground film youths in less developed areas.
The prize money received twice won't be enough to buy a ticket to go abroad to participate in the film festival. Di Sheng had a great time paying for the money in those two occasions, and he also asked Di Qing to take a few more pictures and show them to his parents.
The fact of winning foreign awards was still noticed by the TV stations and newspapers in Guancheng. Guancheng has been developing for several years, and other news is no longer waiting for the rice to be cooked as before, but the literature and art news is always in a state of lack. Although many people have heard of the long list of names of those two awards for the first time, they are foreign after all. Perhaps it is the reason why the closure time is too long. In our eyes, any foreign country can often be equivalent to the whole world outside the country.
Those two unfamiliar awards opened up the situation for Diqing. First, Guancheng TV station asked Diqing to do a few interviews. Diqing was good at interviews and showed confidence in her gestures. As soon as the interview came out, other TV stations and newspapers saw that this woman knew how to cooperate with the media, and they came to her for interviews, and they were satisfied one by one. Taking advantage of this momentum, Diqing also actively contacted universities and colleges in Guancheng and the neighborhood community cultural center to give voluntary lectures and teach people how to appreciate independent films contributed by underground directors. I helped to do the lesson plan, using eDonkey and Bitelf to find the underground movie she wanted on the Internet. In addition to playing porn, I also used these software for the first time to do serious business. With the experience of inviting people to watch a movie in the cinema last time, Diqing has reflected on a lot of things. When I was playing the film, she said to me: "I found out that the audience was to be trained, and it was not good to sit and fish. When kerosene was sold, American profiteers did not hesitate to pay for it, and they wanted to give away free Mobil lights in advance." She was in school and society. Analyzing the movies with people in the activity room is always brilliant. Once the explanation is given, the audience below can also find the pleasure of watching the movie. I also listened to it. Being a teacher is definitely a good hand. But when she talked about it, the audience was excited, but the reaction was not good afterwards. When they went to the underground movie to watch on their own, they still couldn't help yawning. This way of chewing and feeding chicks is not a long-term solution-how do children without teeth chew by themselves
Diqing slowly integrated into the city, and she was even grateful. She knew that with her qualifications, she would not get so many opportunities to express her views, nor would she be bathed in the concentrated eyes of so many people. In fact, she also spoke very well. I can't see how she made the movie, but I really like listening to her lectures. The first time I went there was to make up the number, and then I took the initiative to go several times. Of course, I have listened a lot, and I have some doubts in my heart. Since using language explanations can achieve better results, then why bother to shoot those games
Since then, Diqing and Guancheng propaganda departments have also contacted, hoping to get financial support. Relevant leaders are not good at putting the money into the financial plan, but they also take it to heart. They greet a few entrepreneurs when they eat and drink, and ask them to help think of ways to pay more attention to the cultural undertakings of Guancheng. Diqing ran up and down, although the money he got was not much, but every penny was enough to press people's hearts. There are many things that are more important to be recognized than to get money, especially for films like this that few people can watch.
I know that over the years she has grown into a determined underground artist. However, I also pray that she will not prematurely make up the idea of fighting for a lifetime, after all, the days are pretty damn long.
According to what Diqing said on the phone, I took a taxi to Lijiao Xiajie. I know it very well. The street is located in the farmland I used to see above the bunker. The taxi unloaded me at the door of a dilapidated sheet metal factory. I walked in with my suitcase and bag. The door of the building in front was completely dismantled. Under the sun, the door was dark and dark. When I got closer, I saw that there was a platform and scenery inside. I think the studio mentioned by Diqing should be here. After going around that building, the landscape is quite different. Several aluminum core wires are in mid-air, covered with clothes. Men's and women's clothes are mixed and mixed to dry on it. At first glance, it looks a bit spectacular. I passed under the clothes to dry, and a row of tall and simple workshops appeared in front of me. The gray metal sliding doors were more than four meters high, which made people think of concentration camps for no reason.
I saw Diqing and a group of people sitting at the door of the warehouse from a long distance, discussing something fiercely. The nearly seven-meter-high space inside the warehouse is divided into upper and lower floors, and its structure is clear at a glance like a drama setting. Obviously, this warehouse is both a studio and occupants. When they were discussing issues, the table surrounded by hollow bricks was used as a support, and a whole sandwich board was built on top of it. The simple table is full of beer bottles. Seeing that posture, they were thirsty and drank this.
Seeing me coming, Diqing stood up from the crowd and said to me, "Why don't you make a phone call?"
"The taxi driver knows the road. When it comes to the Guancheng Film Studio, the driver turns his head and drove the car outside. I also asked him if he was here. He said it was not wrong, and everyone in Guancheng knew it. "
When other people asked me who I was, Diqing replied, "Who else can it be? My husband."
This group of colleagues is not the same group that Diqing had gathered before. They have all changed, and I don't recognize any of them. Diqing’s film colleagues are like cutting leeks, and they can grow a stubble immediately after one crop.
This time the brothers said in surprise: "Director Fan, I didn't expect you to have a husband."
"Yeah, why can't I have? Am I not a woman?"
"Can Dao Fan's lover be called Dao Ai Fan?"
"Ya cub!" Di Qing winked at me and said, "From their aesthetic point of view, you seem to be very sexy."
I said, "Are you now switching to making supernatural thrillers?"
Diqing motioned me to follow her upstairs. The stairs are high and steep, and the partition is slightly wider than the herringbone ladder. Going upstairs, she led me into the innermost room. After all, she is someone I know well. I walked behind her and obviously noticed that she had changed a little bit from before. In the two months we were apart, she had cut her hair short, keeping her ears together. This is the most classic mixed hairstyle. It is called a cabbage head on a woman's head and Hongkong head on a man's head. The reason why my mind drifted away from my hair was that when I walked into the warehouse, I noticed that the hairstyles of this group of people looked dazzling. Those of Diqing’s colleagues generally have long hair, but women have long hair.
Obviously, Diqing's addiction to cigarettes is heavier than before. When she was in Jicheng, she said to quit, for me and for our offspring. But when she came back here, with this group of people and with art, she unknowingly started to smoke again. In addition, the water is more flowing with the knife, and the addiction always gets bigger and bigger after a short period of quitting.
The floor is made of solid wood, and the grid between the lattice houses is nailed with keel and the thinnest beech wood. The lattice house she lived in was about 20 square meters, with only one bed, one table and one chair inside, and a portable closet covered with plastic sheeting supported by an aluminum frame. This game was also made by Guancheng first, and it has been selling crazy these years. I can’t help but sigh: “You live here now?” She told me, “Do you think this is the biggest one in our place.” I don’t know how big the other cubicles are. Can't see that she is enjoying the privilege.
The bed is a wooden canopy bed. I know that this kind of bed has a problem. It is not strong. It will make a creaking sound with a light touch, let alone two bare people rubbing on the bed. I worriedly said: "Sleep in this bed tonight?"
The board wall is very thin, and the two beech boards nailed to the front and back of the dragon skeleton are not half a centimeter thick when combined. If you have sex on this bed, the person next door hears it as clearly as the person on the bed hears.
"what's wrong?"
"We sleep together at least two hundred catties, and then... move, can this bed bear it?"
"Why do you think about that kind of thing when you come?" Diqing put his hands on his waist and said to me angrily, "We are not too young anymore, we can't help but don't have to dress up. We have guest rooms here, and you will be there tonight. Go to sleep. You know, we have a strict discipline here."
"You set the discipline, right?"
"So I have to lead by example!"
I don't really think about that kind of thing very much, but I was reminded by this old-fashioned wooden frame bed. I think I have passed the age of curiosity and yearning for the body structure of the opposite sex. But at this time, the appearance of Diqing's business affairs made me feel unfamiliar. After meeting, she had no intention of rushing to hug me. This period seemed to have been castrated by career and ideals. This made me suddenly feel a sense of narrowing.
"I'll bring you something, do you want to see it? You should like it."
She nodded and said, "You still have a conscience. I'll take a look first."
She twisted her hands on her chest and tilted her head, her face was clearly reluctant to believe that I also knew how to bring gifts. I lowered my head and opened the trolley case for a long time. I remember very clearly where it was, but after deliberately digging it out for a long time, I finally took it out.
I suddenly opened my palm and handed it to her eyes: "What do you think this is?"
"... Oh my god, it's still the sweet-scented osmanthus brand. Why do you keep using this brand?"
"Condoms, don't you want to use imported ones too?"
Di Qingjie gave me a slanted look and said: "Can you say that it is a condom? Now it is a collective life, and there must be discipline. A collective life without discipline will turn everyone into a beast sooner or later-they all carry crime tools with them, and They are all still young. I am the person in charge now, and I am very worried about this."
"What should I do? I didn't pay attention to the expiration date when I bought it, and now I find that the expiration date is about to come." I looked at the mouth of the bag carefully, as if it had a production date, but it didn't. If the condom has an expiration date, then the balloons for children should also have it. Often only men know whether there is a birth date sprayed on the condom, and use this as a question to ask a woman, all of which are confused.
"To be honest, you wouldn't ask me to break my own rules for fear of wasting a few sweet-scented osmanthus tiles?"
"Then what should I do? I can't just watch them as they expire... Then I have to blow them up with my mouth."
"You are really rejuvenated, whatever you want."
I pouted and blown my head on a condom. I didn't expect that the quality of this genuine domestic product was really good. The loud noise caused the following riots. The colleagues of Diqing couldn't find the source of the sound for a while, and they were asking each other what happened. When I exploded another one, the people downstairs sloppily went upstairs, banged on the door, and hurriedly shouted into the room: "Guide Fan, Dao Fan, are you okay?"
Diqing waved his hand emptily, and said to the outside: "Housework, please rest assured, I am safe!"
Those people were also obedient. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, their footsteps passed by like wind and wind, and they all went downstairs again. This movie-like scene almost made me laugh. I pressed my belly and fell on the wooden frame bed, trembling all over, the wooden frame bed creaked because of this shock.
"Blow, continue blowing! It's okay to blow your stinky mouth together." Di Qing picked up the other sleeves that had fallen from her hand, and threw it back to my face.
I laughed too hard just now, and then I blew it. I didn't even have the strength to explode the condom, and a slight sadness surged in my heart. "Diqing!" I realized that it was almost unreasonable just now, and said, "Don't worry, since I can't even blow the condom, it seems that I won't need contraception anymore!" I don't know what it was like when I said this. Di Qing was obviously taken aback when she heard the look of ', but when she walked over, her attitude became better. She also sat down on the edge of the bed, and the weight of the two people actually made the creaky bed quiet. We just sat there and couldn't say a word for a long time.
At dinner time, I will follow Diqing and go down for dinner. There were a few pots of vegetables, a pot of rice, and a whole beer on the sandwich board table. The like-minded brothers and sisters of the Diqing and Qingshan Liangshan gathered around the table to wait for a meal like heroes. They are strictly disciplined, and no one puts down their chopsticks because they are hungry.
I was thinking about things in a mess. The guy next to me with long hair and a shirtless waistcoat kept interrupting. "Brother, you have a really good haircut. Which master will you look for? Li Dongtian or Mao Geping?"
On my head is the most common small flat head, which can be pushed out with a single fader. There are ten flat heads on the street and nine are similar to me. I said, "Neither. I burned it out with a lighter."
"Wow, let me see your lighter."
I had no choice but to throw a lighter worth one dollar apiece and eat by myself, not too lazy to talk. She has a nice look. She is sitting three people away from me, and she has been discussing art issues with the man who looks like a dog-headed soldier next to her. The discussion went deep, and I didn’t care about eating at all, but I drank beer very quickly. Now she has a neat neck, she won't choke while drinking beer, and can wipe off half a bottle with a touch of her mouth.
It seems that this kind of collective life is more suitable for her inner needs. Perhaps, only this kind of poor and thriving collective life atmosphere can make her devote herself completely. For her, the leisure and looseness that Ji Cheng possessed is tantamount to chronic suicide.
Di Qing was overly engaged in chatting with Army Master Gouto, ecstatically gesticulating as if there was no one beside him. I know I am not jealous, but this woman who is about to become my wife seems to have completely forgotten herself after a long absence. This is not a happy thing at all. I got up and prepared to stand up, intending to leave silently. The table was a mess, beer was cheap, and it was opened one by one. There were a few big pots of vegetables on the table. Seeing that the food was bottoming out, a big fat man held a plastic scoop in each hand and put the vegetables into the pot. When the scoop went down, the pot was full again. This group of people did not know how long it would last to eat and chat. Gradually, they drank more and more and more unfinished expressions on their faces.
When I turned around, I was about to take a step, and my cyan eyes flicked over again. She said, "Where are you going? I'm about to talk about you. Sit down!" Di Qing waved, then raised her finger to the chair, motioning me to sit firmly in the seat again.
"Everyone, be quiet!" Diqing's appeal is beyond doubt. She knocked on the table with the chopsticks, and the scene was knocked out.
"Now I officially promote my husband, Gu Ya, a national first-class photographer."
As she spread her hands, I hurriedly bowed and nodded at everyone, as if in the spotlight. Those people clapped neatly and well-trained, and the atmosphere was warm without losing dignity. The frothing in the mouth just now disappeared when they were drinking and talking.
Di Qing then said: "I can't avoid relatives when I appoint talents. He can come this time. I recommend him to make stills in our group. Before, when I was in another group, it was the stills he took... and, Ma Guang, your camera skills are not good enough. The pictures are not good enough. You have pinched the director and reflector into the lens several times. In the future, you will be more open-minded and ask Master Gu for advice on how to compose and frame your pictures."
The shirtless guy in the vest next to me licked his tongue mischievously, Chong Diqing responded, turned his face and said respectfully at me: "Although I am not a motivated person, I still have an advantage. I always dare to I am not ashamed to ask, so you have to give me your advice."
"At least it can be seen that you have learned Chinese well." I looked at Ma Guang helplessly, and Ma Guang's face was full of weird smiles. I said again, "Isn't it true that I often shoot the director in when I'm framing? It's not a problem, there's nothing to learn, just go with a pair of glasses. For myopia, don't just hold on without glasses."
At this time, Di Qing flicked a short hair and started to smoke. She turned her face to the other side and said, "Lao Ni, I remember that your book has a scene where you want to show how a man is in agony when he is with his frigid girlfriend? Haven't you found the right details?"
The fat man who had just added food just now sat down and nodded towards Diqing. He said: "Yeah, I'm exhausted for this detail. I have never had such an experience myself. No matter which woman I am with, the state is always on call and lingering. I am a person who is born warm and hospitable, I don't know. Indifferent, not to mention indifferent. Even with my imagination, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice."
If Lao Ni didn't speak, I really thought he was in the kitchen. When he opened his mouth, I heard that he was very literary and learned a lot of idioms. When he spoke, he was constantly splashing out from the corners of his mouth with beer foam. I suspect that the few idioms that came out of Ma Guang's mouth came from Lao Ni.
"I suddenly thought of a detail, I don't know whether it works... This man went to his girlfriend, and his girlfriend just guarded against making him suffer alive, so he blew up the condoms he brought with him one by one in front of her. What do you think?" Di Qing looked at Lao Ni expectantly.
Lao Ni responded to Di Qing with his own practical actions. He took out a small notebook and pen and quickly joted it down, and his mouth made an awkward sound. Since the screenwriters agree, of course others also applauded loudly. Diqing is accustomed to accepting praise from others, and after listening to the applause, she nodded contentedly.
I didn't expect that what happened just now would be dealt with into details by Diqing, so I sighed, I really made the best use of everything. It seems that the script written by Lao Ni is like a wall of dry bases. You can just grab a handful of dirt and make it into mud, and you can paste it on.
However, some people raised the question: "Nowadays, all condoms are imported. How can they easily explode?"
"Don't be too superstitious about imported goods. Imported condoms are not made with iron! Our products sold in Guancheng are not imported goods for compatriots in Central Asia, Southeast Asia, and non-Latin America?"
A group of people were so excited that they were not interested in discussing the script anymore, talking about whether the condom was blown torn. It was so uncomfortable, someone went up and took out the condom from his compartment to let Lao Ni blow first. Lao Ni's lung capacity was enlarged at first glance, and he broke the condom in just three breaths. Everyone was amazed. Old Ni Shun the pole and set up the ring in the hall, saying that if anyone can blow Lao Ni with two breaths, he would lose a hundred dollars. If it doesn't break, he only charges twenty yuan. The handicap is set at five to one, and other people are embarrassed not to fight. Two dozen condoms were all blown out soon, and Lao Ni could earn more than 400, but many people blatantly replied.
"... Yes, we need this kind of unity, tension, seriousness and liveliness! Now we are back to the subject, Lao Ni’s book, "The Sun Shines on the Lower Street of Lijiao", and several key scenes must be revised vigorously, and we will strive to make the scene. , The performance is in place!" Di Qing was also unable to hold back just now, and took out 20 yuan to fight. She didn’t know she was scared at first, but after blowing for seven breaths, she didn’t explode. Seeing that the condom was as big as a winter melon horizontally in front of her, her courage gradually grew. She didn’t dare to blow any more, for fear of the explosion. . Since it didn't explode, she threw the deflated cover to me and asked me to blow it. I blushed and exploded in four breaths.
Now that everyone is clamoring enough, she will drag everyone to business at the right time.
I guess I won't have my own business anymore, so I got out and went upstairs to lie down in Diqing's room. I wanted to see if Diqing would sweep me out after coming in.
In the middle of the night, when Diqing tiptoed in, I was actually quite awake. I'm very tired, but I can't sleep. Diqing patted me lightly, I pretended to be asleep but didn't say anything. She undressed and lay beside me. When she was asleep, I turned over and suppressed her. I think the smell on her body has changed. She has the maturity and stability of a leader, and the smell has not faded even after taking off her clothes. Fortunately, she didn't clearly express her refusal. I touched it lightly a few times, and as expected, she had a reaction to entering the state.
That bed is very unsatisfactory, like a loudspeaker, as long as I move it lightly, the mortise joints of this bed will amplify the sound of the movement by five to seven times. Di Qing raised her ears, and when she heard it, he was shocked and pushed me away resolutely.
"what's happenin?"
"No, no, this voice can be heard throughout the warehouse."
"That's your hallucination, everyone else is asleep, it's impossible to hear it."
"Maybe their ears are all behind the wall panel?"
"You don't trust your comrades so much? Are they all such extremely boring people?" In the darkness, I licked my lips and said, "I believe that you are all artists. Artists are actually active and hormonal. The secretion is strong and the concept is open. Why should you make yourself a discipline inspection secretary? The law of art production is different from others. If you do this, it will affect productivity."
"If this is a very open place, would you feel relieved if you are often not by my side?"
"I can't rest assured that it's another matter..." I sorted out my thoughts, straightened the topic, and said, "Now we have a long time to meet again, can you cooperate a little bit?"
"But the bed doesn't match..."
After all, she was very active, and suddenly she thought of something. I'm still waiting for a quibble. She sealed my mouth with her finger, turned on the bedside lamp, and motioned me to stand by the bed first. She rolled the mat sheets and pillows into a tube shape, hugged them to the floor and spread them out slowly.
She lay down first, and motioned me to sleep next to her with her fingers. When I squatted down, she realized that the light hadn't been turned off. "Hey, turn off the light." She snarled at the lamp, and when I saw her snarled mouth, I dared to disobey the order, not to turn off the light, but to put my mouth up and resolutely moved up. As for Diqing, she decisively raised her hand and slapped my face with a slap in the face. It was not heavy.
"If you want you to turn off the lights, turn off the lights!"
I lay down and suddenly lost my condition. Diqing didn't force it, and turned to the other side. We spent the long-awaited reunion night back to back on the floor.
According to Diqing, I have been shooting location scenes all this time. Di Qing just wrote a book called "On the National Highway Without Navigation Marks", which reflects the living conditions of the car escorts to the freight logistics company. Lao Ni is the protagonist. He originally drove trucks to run freight, but was incited by Diqing and others to fall in love with art and take the lead in this play. During the filming process, he also suggested many revisions to Diqing's script. It was from these suggestions that Di Qing found that Lao Ni had the talent for screenwriting. "The genius is the Pueraria lobata root buried in the soil. If no one else digs the soil, it will probably rot. Now, you are lucky enough to meet me!" Di Qing always inspired Lao Ni like this. Diqing is very skilled in inciting other people's emotions, so this group of people gather together, and it is necessary for a core like her to cheer at any time. No matter how deep the mud is, everyone will feel that there is always sunshine in the road ahead.
It is said that all the parts inside the theater have been filmed, and only the exterior part remains. It was rainy and rainy for several days. This group of artists could not work. They huddled in the warehouse all day. Apart from eating and drinking, they were discussing scripts, but they were discussing and discussing, and they accidentally opened up the topic. Stop organizing discipline.
On the second day of my visit, Diqing arranged a separate room for me. It was a room for the dramatist before. He never came back when he asked for leave to do errands. Now he is calling and his cell phone has stopped. The man was supposed to be a deserter, and the cubicle he used was just provided to me.
On a sunny day after the rain, the group put all kinds of equipment and props on Lao Ni's Dongfeng card and was about to leave. Diqing nodded and didn't see me. Last night, she told me to take the camera with the crew, take stills and instruct Ma Guang on how to compose and frame the shots during the filming... Di Qing thought about everything. After this film was shot, my name could even be arranged. On Ma Guang, the title is "Director of Photography". The door was unlocked, she went into the cell where I was, squeezed my nostrils with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, until she woke me up. I sneezed violently in the muddy air of the warehouse.
"You let me down. Everyone else assembles on time, but you are sleeping here."
"I'm not going. I have been reflecting on it for a long time these days and found that I am not suitable for art. People are very self-knowledge." I sat on the bedside, groping for the vest with anxious eyes. I said again, "I have contacted my previous brothers and asked them to find a job for me, any job is fine. I can stay in Guancheng to accompany you, but I don't have to stay in this warehouse. "
"Have you figured it out clearly?"
"We are still doing our own business, distance produces beauty, close distance produces fatigue, don't we?"
Seeing that I had made up my mind, Diqing didn't persuade me much. A bunch of people outside are still waiting for her to give orders.