Since 1983

It was about six o'clock, and it was still dark.

The courtyard is brightly lit, and the scene is well arranged. Ling Feng was wearing a suit, a hat, and a suitcase, and was solemnly waiting for the shooting to start.

"Prepare!"

"Try shooting first."

"start!"

Han Ying was sitting on the mat picking vegetables, and seeing someone coming in, she wondered, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, where does Fang Xing live?"

"There is no such person, go to another place and ask."

"Hey, zucchini is called Fang Weixing... ah!"

Liu Bei suddenly became excited, realized the identity of this person, and shouted, "Zucchini, someone is looking for it!"

"I'm coming."

Niu Zhenhua ran over, looked him over, and asked tentatively, "Are you Mr. Fang Baoguo?"

"it's me!"

Ling Feng took off his hat and stepped forward, "Oh, I'm your uncle!"

"uncle!"

Niu Zhenhua hugged his thigh and howled dryly, "Uncle, I finally hoped for you to come. The neighborhood committee said that I have a relative from Taiwan who is coming, but I still don't believe it..."

Ling Feng is no stranger to this exaggerated way of performing. Taiwan's TV industry is very developed and there are many more exaggerated products.

For example, "Zhong Guodian is Shit", which was broadcast last year, um.

And he thought it was a simple comedy, so he acted out of it, "It's almost forty years, when I leave, you still, you still... oh, you haven't been born yet."

You Xiaogang didn't look right, he was a little stiff, and shouted: "Stop! That Teacher Ling..."

"I don't dare to be a teacher, just call me big brother."

"Uh, brother Lingfeng, the handling just now was a little casual, let's be more formal."

"Okay, let's do it again."

The old man waved his hand and directly signaled that he was even better than Xu Fei.

"Get ready, start!"

"My father went to Taiwan in 1949 and never came back. How is my grandfather?"

The two of them were a generation behind, and Niu Zhenhua paused, "Oh, grandpa, he starved to death."

"Then my uncle is okay?"

"Oh, my grandpa, too, starved to death."

"What about my brother?"

"Dead of illness. Let me tell you this, I am the only one in our family."

"The pain is huge, the pain is deep..."

Ling Feng wrinkled his face, squeezed Niu Zhenhua's hand, and squeezed out two tears.

"stop!"

This time not only You Xiaogang, but even the actors felt awkward, not on one point at all.

Then I tried twice more, but it still wasn't right. You Xiaogang couldn't find the problem, so he looked at Xu Fei, why didn't your mother speak at this time?

Then I tried a few more times, but it still didn't work.

Li Mu was afraid that something might happen, so he came here to accompany him, and he hurriedly said, "Teacher Ling, why don't you take a rest first, let's solve the problem here first."

"sure."

Ling Feng didn't care, and simply took his assistant to eat.

The crew also entered the lunch break, and Li Mu seized the time to hold a meeting, "I'll give you two days, don't waste time on this, think of something quickly."

"The rhythm is not right. The two are talking to each other and doing actions, but it seems that they are acting in their own way." You Xiaogang said.

"I don't have any feeling for the play, it's very hard, maybe I'm used to it differently." Niu Zhenhua said.

"Xiao Xu, what do you think?" Li Mu was upset.

"..."

Xu Fei had already thought about it for a long time, and said: "One is that Lao Niu has been acting for so long, and he already has his own rhythm, and he just didn't get used to it.

The second is that he didn't prepare much, at least he didn't prepare it as a work, probably because he couldn't shirk it, so he took it as a help.

Simply put, you lack emotional resonance. "

"I think it's okay, I really regard him as my uncle in my heart."

Niu Zhenhua patted his thigh and said happily, "I've been dreaming about it all day long. When I woke up one morning, someone told me that you have a wealthy relative overseas who will give you one million... Hehe, so I am very impressed." of."

"Stop being poor with me!"

Xu Fei scolded and said solemnly: "The theme of this episode is nostalgia, but Ling Feng is not a veteran of Taiwan, but a descendant of a veteran who has not spent much time in mainland China.

He lacks this thing, or in other words, this thing has not emerged yet. He has no emotion, so he can't drive you, understand? "

...

Just after the crew finished their meal, Ling Feng also came back with a large box of things.

"I don't know what's good, so I just bought some, come here, don't be shy."

When everyone saw that they were all eating and drinking, they divided up the spoils.

He didn't say much at work, he has a forthright temperament, is easy to make friends, and easily mingles with others.

The sun was just right at this moment, and it didn't feel cold outside. He sat down on the chair carelessly, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've come into contact with a mainland film crew, and it's much more professional than I imagined. You are all great."

"It's also the first time for us to meet a big star from Taiwan. I didn't expect you to speak Shandong dialect so well."

Um?

Ling Feng saw that it was not Li Mu who spoke to him, but a young assistant director whose surname seemed to be Xu.

He didn't take it seriously, and said: "My hometown is in Shandong. It's in Hudao Village in Qingdao, where my grandparents are."

"Then how old were you?"

"Less than four years old."

"Then there should be no memory."

"I can't remember clearly, it seems to be a rural village, nothing different."

Ling Feng was also full of chats, and said: "When I first went to Taiwan, I lived in a military dependent village. Do you know what a military dependent village is? It is a residential area built for soldiers and their dependents.

This place is amazing, people like Teresa Teng and Brigitte Lin all came from the military dependents' village. At that time, there was also a dormitory for Americans, called the Military Military Village.

The conditions are very different.

In the early days, we were all Japanese houses, which were dilapidated. The roof is covered with straw and the bamboo mud walls. Later, it was converted into a brick house and had a private toilet.

When I lived, there were seventy or eighty households in that place, and the area was very small, even the doors and windows were small. My father was tall, and he had to stretch his waist to get in and out. "

"Hey, that's quite similar to our Dazayuan. How many Shandong people are there?"

"A lot, there are only a dozen or so around my house. Every meal time, my dad and a group of brothers would sit at the door with a meal. Underpants and shorts, with scallions in their hands, gnawed so raw, saying how homesick, I miss home so much..."

Unknowingly, many people gathered around, listening to the bald middle-aged man as if listening to a story.

Ling Feng also talked about it, and said: "I'm young, I don't understand, but I remember going into the air-raid shelter from time to time, fearing that Xiamen's planes will bomb it.

Then when I was hiding in the air-raid shelter, my mother and several neighbor mothers gathered together to sing. The most frequently listened to is "The Moon is Full and the Flowers Are Good", sung by Zhou Xuan.

Once, a mother sang September 18, that is, "My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are forests and coal mines, and there are soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains..."

As a result, everyone was crying, and the whole cave was crying. I was ignorant, so I wondered why I sang a song and cried? "

As Ling Feng spoke, he was unconsciously moved, and his speech slowed down and in a low voice.

"Then when you come back this time, why does your father..."

Xu Fei asked again.

"..."

He was silent for a moment, and said: "About four years ago, my father was terminally ill with cancer, so he wanted to go home and take a look. Then we tried our best, accompanied by my mother and sister, first transited in Tokyo, and then went through all kinds of troubles. Finally went back to my hometown.

At that time, my grandparents were no longer there. My mother said that my father could not stand still. He knelt in front of the grave to pull weeds, burned paper, and then cried.

A few months later, my dad passed away, saying he had no regrets.

I was too busy at the time, so I didn't accompany you, but now that I think about it, it's quite..."

Ling Feng wiped the corners of his eyes, the creases on his face squeezed together, and said with a smile: "That's why I made this documentary. To be honest, I don't have much impression of the mainland, but I must come back and watch it."

(besides……)