Erlong Road Crafts Factory. It was past five o'clock, the summer sky was bright, and the hardworking Zhang Yi had already climbed out of bed, wearing a pair of large shorts, bare-chested, revealing a dark and thin upper body. With this image, who would believe that he was a photographer? He could farm in the fields, feed pigs in the pigpen, work in the mines, and find Gong Li in the Central Academy of Drama. He was a typical working people. He fiddled with a small stove, pressed honeycomb coal into it, lit it to boil water, and then cooked noodles. He also took a large bowl of pickles and a few fresh cucumbers... Soon, the door of the next room opened, and Zhang Junzhao and He Qun came out yawning, both in large shorts and bare-chested. "Noodles again?" "Noodles are so good. I'm good at cooking noodles." "But I can't stand eating them every day. I've become thinner..." He Qun sat on the doorstep, chewing a cucumber, complaining: "The crew didn't send any news. They just told us to wait. When will it end? They won't forget us, right?"
"The three of us were thrown here, like we were abandoned." Zhang Junzhao sighed. "Can we be given a room after being abandoned? Teacher Chen must have something to do. Come on, let's eat noodles!" Zhang Yi cooked the noodles, and the three of them wolfed them down with pickles. They were all young and strong, and they didn't eat much oil or water. Anyway, they didn't feel much after eating a pot of noodles, and they would be hungry in a while. They had graduated and officially joined the East Factory. He Ping lived at home, and the three of them lived in the dormitory. Zhang Yi's lover Xiao Hua was still in Shaanxi, and the procedures had not been completed. The conditions were not bad, and they were quite satisfied, but they were in a hurry to make achievements, and every day they stayed there felt like a day wasted. Just when I was idle, I suddenly saw a man without eyebrows rushing in and said, "Let's go to Lechunfang for a meeting!" "What's the matter?" "Brother Qi is back!" "Right away!" Immediately, Zhang Yimou was very excited. He put on a torn short-sleeved shirt and followed Ji Chunhua. There were three people on a bicycle, just like the Sakuragi Army. Soon they arrived at Lechunfang. The main door was half open, the front yard was quiet, and the editorial department was working as usual. Several people rushed to the meeting room. Chen Qi, Gong Xue, Li Jianqun, and He Ping were already inside. "Teacher Chen!" "Yes!" Chen Qi nodded, and said without further ado, "Director Li Wenhua has already gone to Shanghai with a large group of people. Our group will leave tomorrow. The approval for foreign actors is two weeks, and we must complete it on time. Then we will go to Hong Kong to shoot. My previous promise to you still counts. Most of this film will use two cameras. Director Li Wenhua is a photographer by profession. He will take charge of one camera, and the other will be given to Zhang Yimou!" "I will definitely complete the task assigned to me by the organization!" Zhang Yimou stood up with a firm face, more determined than when he joined the party. Chen Qi was startled, waved his hand to let him sit down, and then said: "Zhang Junzhao and He Ping are assistant directors. You have done some work. Director Li Wenhua is quite impressed with you.
There is also He Qun, who is in charge of art. Teacher Li also praised you. In short, this is your first feature film. Don't feel pressured. Accumulate experience is the main thing." "We must live up to the trust of the organization!" Zhang Junzhao and He Qun also stood up and expressed their opinions loudly. He Ping saw that he was not standing and was not in line with the group, so he also slowly stood up. What's wrong with this? Chen Qi was too lazy to respond. He glanced at Gong Xue and said: "By the way, this should be the first time you meet. Comrade Gong Xue is the heroine of this film." "Hello, we will work together in the future and take care of each other." Gong Xue took the initiative to shake hands with them. Zhang Yimou bent over and rubbed his sweaty hands on his clothes before he dared to reach over. He felt it secretly and was happy in his heart: I will shoot Gong Xue in my first movie. I must make her beautiful. Very beautiful! Very beautiful! After a brief talk, the meeting was adjourned. The three returned to the handicraft factory, their excitement was hard to control, they were finally going to film! It takes at least 7-8 years for a newcomer to enter the studio, starting from odd jobs, assistants, and deputy positions, before they can independently serve as a director, photographer, and artist of a movie... So they felt that they were extremely lucky and were grateful to Chen Qi, their mentor. After a while of arguing, He Qun suddenly said: "Hey, I have an idea!" "What idea?" "Teacher Chen values it so much, we can't be vague, at least we have to show our attitude, how about we shave our heads to show our determination?" "..." The two were stunned, and then they said in unison: "Okay!" "Good idea!" "I have a hair clipper!" The second-year soul is not divided by age, this is the common trait of young people. Immediately, Zhang Junzhao took out a hair clipper, not an electric hair clipper, but a hand hair clipper, with two rows of bladed teeth, which often pinches the scalp and hurts, and many people have never seen it now. Help each other cut hair. In the blink of an eye, three big bald heads appeared. ………… "They are all idiots!" At the train station the next day, Chen Qiren sighed in boredom and walked over to show his ID: "Comrade Public Security, we are making a movie. These three are required by the role, not fugitives!" "Movie?" The police looked at the ID and was still suspicious.
Gong Xue walked over and smiled: "Comrade, we are really making a movie." "Ah! Comrade Gong Xue! Let them go, let them go!" The police believed it when they saw her, and waved their hands. The three people who were pressed to the ground climbed up, with their heads down like ostriches, embarrassed like a pile of dung. He Ping stood far away and didn't recognize them. After the police left, the three of them poked each other, and He Qun said, "I'm sorry, we..." "Get on the train!" Chen Qi was tired, and finally got on the train. Together with an executive of the company and Ji Chunhua, there were nine people in the group. Ji Chunhua went as a bodyguard, and he had few scenes in "Tai Chi 3". These days, traveling without a bodyguard is really unsafe. At the very least, Xiao Ji is diligent and loyal, and he can run errands. "Boom boom!" "Damn...damn..." The train started and headed south with a huge roar. ………… "Good!" "Well done!" "Oh, this two-faced bodhisattva is so weird. Why did the two sisters hug each other tightly before they died, as if they were lovers? It's so weird!" "Bugun! Hahaha, great creativity!" "Although Tan Sitong's political views are naive, he is also a revolutionary pioneer and the first bloody sacrifice. We should look at it objectively." In the small auditorium of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, Mr. Liao invited a group of staff to watch the film. He was very excited and occasionally posted barrages and made sharp comments. He was particularly puzzled by the two-faced bodhisattva. Others didn't care about these and watched it with great joy. When it was almost over, a person hurried in and whispered a few words in Mr. Liao's ear. Mr. Liao was surprised and signaled to his secretary, and was pushed out in a wheelchair. "Why did you come here suddenly?" "I received a secret letter from Hong Kong. Take a look first!" The person who came had many positions, one of which was the leader of the Taiwan Affairs Leading Group. Mr. Liao didn't understand. He looked at the secret letter and the general idea was: Chiang Kai-shek in Taiwan publicly published an article to mourn Chiang Kai-shek. The article reveals his deep longing for the mainland and his father. There is a special sentence that says: "I hope my father's spirit can return home and be with his ancestors." "I think this is a good opportunity to communicate. You are childhood friends and classmates. Can you write him an open letter?" "..." Mr. Liao was silent for a while and said: "This letter must be written. We must carefully consider every word and think carefully." "That's right!" "..."
He paused again, as if he had some new ideas but was uncertain, and said: "Besides the letter, can we do something else?"