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Chapter 490: This is a trivial matter

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A group of children saw Xu Fei and wanted to say hello. He waved his hand and motioned to continue to practice.

The two entered the barracks. They were very spacious. They had hard beds, and there were pictorials from the 1960s and 1970s on the walls. The tables were filled with newspapers, "Selected Poems of Grandpa Mao" and Red Book.

There is also a TV with a video recorder, which can be easily unscrewed and "Sihanouk in China" produced by Xinying.

In 1970, during a visit to Sihanoukville, a coup took place in Cambodia. This product stayed in Beijing, established a government of national unity, commanded by remote control, and often visited various places, contributing a lot of documentaries.

At that time, it was circulated that: "Chinese film" Newsletter ", Vietnamese film plane cannon, North Korean film crying and laughing, Albanian film embrace, Sihanouk, China's hottest movie star!"

Because in the big movement, all feature films are poisonous grass, only "Newsletter" and some documentaries produced by Xinying can be released.

Xu Fei turned around and said, "You didn't draw some pictures on the wall? Just that ..."

He extended his right hand, riding the wind and waves, "The sea sails on the helmsman!"

After grabbing this red book, he glared fistfully, "The Chinese people are not so annoying!"

"I want to paint, the troops did not let ..."

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

"Is it pickled?"

"about there."

With that said, he shouted outside: "Come in and have class!"

A group of children hurried in and ran in, each skilled in finding a seat, each holding a red book. After a while, another person came in, Xu Fei knew, 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 pulling people, and changes every few days."

"say what?"

"Speak tradition." Jiang Wen said.

I saw that Su Lei used the barracks as a classroom and moved a bench to sit in front. He said, "These are the red books I have told you these days, which can be called the program of everything at that time. Eating, shit, struggle, get married, all should use it Gang.

Even if the child is beaten, there will be a sentence ‘want to fight and not to fight! ’

Some parents dare to play, and some dare not, unless they can come up with a refusal to support it.

Learning this is to immerse yourself in the atmosphere of the movie as much as possible. I should have talked about everything. There is nothing today. Can you tell me something you like, who comes first? "

"..."

Looking at each other, Ning Jing shouted: "Chinese children have many wonderful ideas, don't love red makeup and love arming."

Geng Yue also said: "Two hundred years of self-confidence in life, will be hit three thousand miles."

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

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

"Only shameless people can say shameless words, what qualifications do diehards stand in front of us?"

Xu Fei looked strange, looking at the gang of half-old children.

The boys are wearing earth-green military uniforms, dark skin, thin, clean and paranoid eyes. There was dirt on the clothes, and the whole person was dirty again.

There are three girls, wearing beautiful bragi, black cloth shoes, and bare two calves.

Said in turn, finally to Xia Yu.

Holding back for a long time, he stood up suddenly, "The Chinese people have stood up!"

"Hahaha!"

Little friends laughed.

Su Lei looked at Jiang Wen, and Lao Jiang nodded: "Sure, I feel almost ready."

"Yes, you feel successful."

...

Xu Fei had a meal at noon, and finally looked at the actors.

He picked four: Xia Yu, Ning Jing, Geng Yue, Xiao Taohong. Xiaotaohong prepared for the Seventh National Games, did not come.

After Jiang Wen took over, he sent an associate director to find some candidates, including Milan, Liu Yiku, Yang Zhuan, Big Ant, and Fool. Milan is that girl, two tall, typical big honey, one fat, Ning Jing.

Ma Xiaojun was the earliest.

Jiang Wen said it was not natural. He also chose the alternatives. He looked just like himself when he looked at each other. Once his mother came to visit and pointed at Xia Yu:

"This child looks like you were in high school."

It was a final decision, so he was not very natural, and even a little flustered: In case, what if these four people are used in case?

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

Teacher Xu sat on the bed and chatted with a group of children. The children saw him less often, but they were easy-going and friendly, they were handsome and had a good impression.

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

"..."

No one said anything.

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

"..."

Geng Yue is the oldest and has filmed Guan Hu's "Messed Hair". He has experience and said, "Tell a group of young people's lawlessness."

"Yes, that is what we mean. From the genre of movies, this is called youth film, and it is a youth film of a very special period.

As the name suggests, it is to tell the story of youth.

Different countries have different cultures and different youth films, but some are common to all human beings. Such as growing anxiety, rebellion, quarreling with parents, longing for girls, even the first love and so on.

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

Teacher Jiang has experienced these, so he wants to shoot them out. But you have not experienced that kind of environment. You are not Ma Xiaojun, not Milan, not Liu Yiku.

But it doesn't matter. I said earlier that some things are connected.

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

"Fight, hit."

"Ning Jing, have you been admired by boys?"

"Hey!"

"Geng Yue, have you ever stubborn?"

"Uh……"

"Look! It's easier to understand the script by seizing the common ground. Don't look at it too complicated, it's Mr. Jiang's business."

"Xu, Teacher Xu!"

Xia Yu suddenly raised his hand and boldly said: "I have a place that I still don't quite understand. Why should Ma Xiaojun be forced to **** Milan?"

He said those two words, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange, one by one, and he wanted to listen very much.

"Do you know Qian Zhongshu?"

"know!"

"Mr. Qian wrote a passage saying that young boys have more women in their hearts than the emperor ’s Sannomiya and Liuyuan. Their thoughts about women are dirtier than the toilet.

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

"..."

Everyone does not understand.

"So let me give you an example."

Ms. Xu became an acquaintance of a big guy, and began to improvise: "When a boy goes to middle school, the front desk is a very beautiful girl. With big eyes, long eyelashes, and very white skin, he likes to ponytail.

One day at school, the boy found that she had not ponytailed her hair and pulled her hair up, revealing a neck that was whiter than cream and tender.

That day, he was looking at the neck, and thought, how good should I feel? Later I thought, how good I should be able to feel inside!

I don't know how white, tender and soft it is in that dress. "

"..."

Xia Yu was short of breath, listening attentively to the little yellow story.

"However, even if she was at the front table, she dared not say anything. She just deliberately threw the rubber over and let her pick it up.

She has become a secret of her own, and no one can share it.

And one day, the boy found out that she was laughing and laughing with another boy.

At the same time, I hate the girl, how can you be so casual, why not talk to me and laugh, even hold hands, even kiss, even go to bed.

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

He found that his hands were shaking when holding hands for the first time. The other party is like his own light, so pure and warm.

At the front table, he had forgotten what he looked like, only remembering the white neck. "

"..."

In a trance, a very subtle, unspeakable feeling hit the half-size boy, seemingly incomprehensible, but he felt that he must have understood.

"I understand a bit, Teacher Xu."

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

"what?"

Xu Fei saw him start to be embarrassed again, smiled and said: "Okay, I won't go further. In short, you remember, the complicated things are handed over to Teacher Jiang, you are responsible for performing good shows."

...

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

As soon as he opened the trunk, it was full of snacks and drinks, and said, "Forget this, bring it to the children, let me take it in?"

"Let's take, just when we are almost over, relax."

"Which day is it turned on?"

"Late."

"Oh, I'm busy this time. I'll contact you if I have something."

Hey!

He didn't blend, and Jiang Wen felt very good, but the attitude of neglect, but there was an illusion that he seemed to be playing.

"You have to glance at the boot, such a big thing."

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

Xu Fei drove the Grand Cherokee and walked away with yellow smoke.