Since 1983

When a group of children saw Xu Feilai and wanted to say hello, he waved his hand to signal to continue the practice.

The two of them entered the barracks, which was quite spacious, with a hard bed, and pictorial posters from the 1960s and 1970s were pasted on the wall, and the table was filled with newspapers and periodicals of that time and "Selected Poems of Grandpa Mao".

There is also a TV with a video recorder, unscrewed at will, and "Sihanouk in China" produced by Xinying.

In 1970, during Sihanouk's visit, a coup took place in Cambodia. This guy stayed in the capital, established a national unity government, commanded remotely, and often visited various places, contributing a large number of documentaries.

At that time, there was a jingle: "Chinese movie "News Briefing", Vietnamese movie Airplane Cannon, North Korean movie Crying and Laughing, Albanian movie Hugging Hug, the most popular movie star in China - Sihanouk!"

Because during the big movement, all feature films were poisonous weeds, and only "News Briefing" and some documentaries produced by Xinying could be released.

Xu Fei turned around.

Jiang Wen laughed loudly and said, "How is Teacher Xu? Two months, isolated from the world, with the same work and rest, grinding like this every day. This is called pickling."

"Is it marinated?"

"about there."

As he spoke, he yelled outside: "Come in, class!"

A group of children huffed and ran in, looking for their seats skillfully, each holding a book. After waiting for a while, another person wandered in. Xu Fei knew him, the writer of Haima, named Su Lei.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You can't find a teacher in class? Wang Shuo is in charge of recruiting people, changing them every few days."

"say what?"

"Talk about tradition." Jiang Wen said.

I saw that Su Lei used the barracks as a classroom, moved a bench to sit in front, and said: "What I have told you these days is to immerse yourself in the atmosphere of the movie as much as possible. I have said everything that should be said. There is nothing to talk about today. Tell me one by one what you like, who will come first?"

"..."

Looking at each other, Ning Jing said loudly: "The sons and daughters of the Chinese people are full of ambitions, they don't like red makeup and they like armaments."

Geng Jue also said: "If you are confident that you will live for two hundred years, you will hit the water for three thousand miles."

Followed by one after another: "We are all from all over the world, and we have come together for a common revolutionary goal..."

"The world is yours and ours, but in the end it is yours."

"Only shameless people can say shameless things. What right do diehards have to stand in front of us and hum?"

Xu Fei looked at the group of half-grown children with a strange expression.

The boys were all wearing earth-green military uniforms and trousers. They had dark skin, thin skin, clean and paranoid eyes. Clothes were rubbed against the dirt outside, and the whole person was dirty.

There are three girls, wearing beautiful Bragi, black cloth shoes, and bare legs.

They took turns, and finally came to Xia Yu.

After holding back for a long time, I stood up abruptly, "The Chinese people have stood up since then!"

"Hahaha!"

The friends laughed.

Su Lei glanced at Jiang Wen, and Old Jiang nodded: "OK, I think it's almost done."

"Okay, you think it's a success."

...

Xu Fei had a meal at noon, and finally went to see the actors.

He picked four: Xia Yu, Ning Jing, Geng Jue, and Xiao Taohong. Xiao Taohong was preparing for the Seventh National Games, but she didn't come.

After Jiang Wen took over, he sent the assistant director to look for some candidates, including Milan, Liu Yiku, Yang Gan, Big Ant, and Fool. Milan is the three girls, two tall, typical Da Sammi, and one plump, Ning Jing.

Ma Xiaojun was the first to order.

Jiang Wen said it was unnatural, and he also picked an alternative, which looked like himself alone, but they didn't look like it together. Once his mother came to visit, pointed at Xia Yu and said:

"This kid is like you in middle school."

It was a final decision, so he was unnatural, and even panicked: What if, what if, all four of them are used?

In the barracks, the door was closed tightly, and Lao Jiang retreated.

Teacher Xu sat on the bed and chatted with a group of children. The children saw him seldom, but he was easy-going, friendly, and handsome, and had a good impression.

"Don't be nervous, let's chat casually. You have been training for two months, do you understand this movie?"

"..."

No one said anything.

"Or, what story do you think the movie tells?"

"..."

Geng Jue was the oldest. He had filmed Guan Hu's "Hair Messed Up" and had experience. He said, "Let's tell a story about a group of young people who are lawless."

"Yes, that's what it means. In terms of film genre, it's called a youth film, and it's a youth film of a very special period.

As the name suggests, it is a story about youth.

The cultures of different countries are different, and the youth films are also different, but some are common to all mankind. Such as growing up anxiety, rebellion, quarreling with parents, longing for a girl, even first sex and so on.

Its audience is also fixed, young people, young adults.

Mr. Jiang has experienced these, so he wanted to shoot them. But you have never experienced that kind of environment, you are not Ma Xiaojun, not Milan, not Liu Yiku.

But it doesn't matter, as I said earlier, some things are interlinked.

Xia Yu, have you ever been beaten by your mother? "

"Hit, hit."

"Ning Jing, have you ever been admired by a boy?"

"hey-hey!"

"Geng Jue, have you ever been in a fight?"

"Well……"

"Look! It will be easier to understand the script by grasping the common points. Don't make it too complicated. The complexity is Mr. Jiang's business."

"Xu, Teacher Xu!"

Xia Yu suddenly raised his hand and said boldly, "I have a point that I still don't quite understand. Why did Ma Xiaojun rape Milan?"

When he uttered those two words, the atmosphere suddenly became weird, everyone was shy and wanted to hear it very much.

"Do you know about Qian Zhongshu?"

"Know!"

"Know!"

"Mr. Qian wrote a passage saying that young boys have more women in their hearts than the emperor's Sangong Sixth Courtyard. Their thoughts on women are dirtier than toilets.

But they yearn for the purest and most beautiful love. "

"..."

Everyone doesn't understand.

"Let me put it this way, let me give you an example."

Teacher Xu turned into a Zhihu boss and started to make up impromptu: "When the boy was in middle school, there was a very beautiful girl at the front desk. She had big eyes, long eyelashes, very fair skin, and liked to wear a ponytail.

One day at school, the boy noticed that she hadn't tied her ponytail, and her hair was rolled up, revealing a neck that was whiter than cream and tender.

That day, he was looking at the cut neck, and then thought, how nice it would be if I could touch it! Then I thought, how nice it would be if I could feel inside!

Inside the clothes, I don't know how white, tender, and soft they are. "

"..."

Xia Yu was short of breath, listening to the pornographic story with all his attention.

"However, even though she was at the front table, she didn't dare to say anything, she just deliberately threw the eraser over and asked her to help pick it up.

She has become a secret unique to herself, and no one can share it.

But one day, the boy found her chatting and laughing with another boy, he was so angry that he wanted to hit that boy, hard!

At the same time, I also hate that girl, why is she so casual, why doesn't she talk and laugh with me, even hold hands, even kiss, or even go to bed.

Later, the boy went to school and really fell in love with a girl.

When he held hands for the first time, he found that his hands were trembling. The other party is like my own light, so pure and warm.

As for the front table back then, he had already forgotten what it looked like, and only remembered the white neck. "

"..."

In a trance, a very subtle, unspeakable feeling hit the middle-aged man. He seemed to understand but half understood, but he felt that he must understand.

"I understand a little bit, Teacher Xu."

"It's good to understand. But do you think Ma Xiaojun really raped Milan?"

"ah?"

Xu Fei saw that he was starting to be dazed again, and said with a smile: "Okay, I won't go into details. Anyway, please remember, leave the complicated matters to Mr. Jiang, and you will be responsible for putting on a good show."

...

Teacher Xu stayed for most of the day, and Lao Jiang sent him out of the barracks in the evening.

As soon as he opened the trunk, it was full of drinks and snacks, and said: "Forget about this, I brought it for the children, can you let me take it in?"

"Let's take it, we're almost done, so relax."

"When will it start?"

"Late ten days."

"Oh, I'm quite busy this time, so I'll contact you if you need anything."

Hey!

Jiang Wen thought it was good that he didn't meddle, but this ignoring attitude gave him the illusion that he was playing around.

"You always have to take a look at it when you turn it on, it's such a big deal."

"Let me check the time, let's go first."

Xu Fei drove the Grand Cherokee, and drove away in a stream of yellow smoke.

It's a little thing.

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