Chapter 194: Nostalgia

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Around six o'clock, it was not yet dawn.
The headlights in the large miscellaneous courtyard were brightly lit, and the scene was arranged. Ling Feng was wearing a suit, a hat, and carrying a suitcase, waiting seriously for the shooting.
"ready!"
"Take a test shot first."
"Start!"
Han Ying sat on Maza to pick vegetables, and when he saw someone coming in, he said strangely, "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, Fang Weixing lives this way?"
"If you don't have this person, just ask elsewhere."
"Hey, zucchini is called Fang Weixing ... Yeah!"
Liu Bei suddenly became excited, realizing the identity of the person, and shouted, "Zucchini, someone is looking for it!"
"I'm coming."
Niu Zhenhua ran over and looked at it for a few moments, trying to ask: "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 thighs and howled, "Uncle, I finally hope you come. The neighborhood committee said I have a Taiwanese relative to come. I don't believe it ...
Ling Feng is no stranger to this exaggerated performance. Taiwan ’s television industry is very developed and there are many more exaggerated products.
For example, "Zhong Guo Dian is Shit" which was aired last year, um.
And he thought it was a simple comedy, so he jumped off and performed, "Don't be fast forty years, when I leave, you still, you still ... oh, you are not born yet.
You Xiaogang didn't look right, a little stiff, shouting: "Stop! That Teacher Ling ..."
"Teacher doesn't dare to be, just call my elder brother."
"Uh, Brother Ling Feng, I just dealt with it a little bit casually, and it's more formal."
"Okay, then do it again."
With a wave of his hand, the brother directly indicated that he was more powerful than Xu Fei.
"Ready, get started!"
"My father went to Taiwan in 1949 and never came back. Is my grandpa all right?"
Niu Zhenhua paused suddenly, "Oh, Grandpa, don't you starve."
"Then my uncle is okay?"
"Oh, my grandpa, starved to death."
"My brother?"
"I'm sick. Let me tell you that, we will be the only one in our family."
"The pain is huge, the pain is huge ..."
Ling Feng wrinkled a fold, clutched Niu Zhenhua's hand, and squeezed out two tears.
"stop!"
This time not only You Xiaogang, but also the actors felt awkward, not at all.
I tried it again twice, and it was not right. You Xiaogang couldn't find the problem. You looked at Xu Fei. Why don't you talk about it?
I tried it again several times, but it still didn't work.
Li Mu was afraid of an accident and came over to accompany him deliberately. He said, "Teacher Ling, let's take a break first, we will solve the problem first."
"sure."
Ling Feng didn't care, he simply went to dinner with his assistant.
The crew also entered the lunch break, and Li Mu took the time to have a meeting. "They will give two days, don't delay the effort on this, think of some ways."
"Rhythm is not right, the two are talking to each other and doing movements, but it seems that they are acting their own way." You Xiaogang said.
"There is no feeling for the play, it is particularly hard, maybe you are used to being different." Niu Zhenhua said.
"Xiao Xu, what do you think?" Li Mu sucked.
"..."
Xu Fei had been thinking for a long time and said, "One is that Lao Niu has been playing for so long, and he has his own rhythm.
The second is that he didn't prepare much, at least he didn't prepare it as a work.
Simply put, you lack emotional resonance. "
"I think it's okay, I really think of him as my uncle."
Niu Zhenhua patted his thigh and said, "I'm thinking about it all day long. When I opened my eyes one morning, someone told me that you have a grandfather and relatives overseas and give you a million ... of."
"Less poor with me!"
Xu Feixun said seriously, "The theme of this episode is homesickness, but Ling Feng is not a Taiwanese veteran, but a descendant of a veteran who has not spent much time on the mainland.
He lacks this thing, or that this thing has not yet emerged. He does n’t have emotions, so he ca n’t drive you, understand? "
...
The crew had just finished eating, and Ling Feng was back, carrying a large box of things.
"I don't know what is good, just buy some, come and come, don't mention it."
Everyone looked at it, and it was all eaten and drunk, and then divided into stolen goods.
He didn't say at work that his temperament is bold, he is good at making friends, and it's easy to get along with people.
At the moment the sun was just right, and it didn't feel cold outside. He sat on the chair and smiled: "I was in contact with the mainland crew for the first time. It's more professional than you think. You are all great.
"We are also in contact with Taiwanese stars for the first time. I didn't expect you to speak so well in Shandong dialect."
Ok?
It was not Li Mu that Ling Feng saw, but a young assistant director, who seemed to be Xu.
He didn't take it seriously and said, "Is my hometown in Shandong? In the island village of Qingdao, my grandparents are over there."
"Then how old are you?"
"Less than four years old."
"There should be no memory."
"I can't remember, it seems to be a village in the country, it's no different."
Ling Feng was also full of gossip and said, "When I first went to Taiwan, I lived in a dependent village. I know what a dependent village is? It is a residential area built for those soldiers and dependents.
This place is terrific. Like Teresa Teng and Lin Qingxia, they all came out of the village. There was also a dormitory built for the Americans at that time, called the American Military Village.
Conditions are very different.
We were all houses left by the Japanese in the early days. The roof is covered with straw and bamboo mud walls. It was later changed to a brick house, and there was a private toilet.
When I lived, there were 70 or 80 households in that place. The area was extremely small. Even the doors and windows were small. My dad was tall and had cat waists when he entered and exited. "
"Yo, that looks very much like our big house, how are you from Shandong?"
"A lot, there are ten or so near my house. Whenever I have dinner, my dad and a bunch of brothers are sitting at the door with their meals. The vest and pants, with the green onions in hand, are so bitter that they miss home, I miss home ... "
Unconsciously, a lot of people came around and listened to this bald middle-aged man like listening to a story.
Ling Feng also talked about the rise, saying: "I am young, don't understand, I remember to enter the bomb shelter from time to time, afraid of Xiamen's aircraft coming to bomb.
Then, while hiding in the air raid shelter, my mother and a few mothers of the neighbor gathered together and sang together. The most commonly heard is "Yueyuanhuahao", which is sung by Zhou Xuan.
On one occasion, a mother sang on September 18, that is, ‘My home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast, where there are forest coal mines, and the soybean sorghum that is full of mountains ...’
As a result, everyone cried, and the whole hole was crying. I was not sensible. Why did I sing a song and cry? "
Ling Feng said, unconsciously moved, and his speech rate became slow and low.
"Then how come your father ..."
Xu Fei asked again.
"..."
He was silent for a moment, and said: "It was about four years ago, my dad was at the end of cancer, and he wanted to go home to see. Then we tried our best, my mother and my sister were accompanied, first transited in Tokyo, and tossed, Finally went back to his hometown.
At that time, my grandparents were no longer there. My mother said that my dad could not stand steadily. He knelt in front of the grave to pull grass, burn paper, and then cried.
A few months later, my father died, saying that he had no regrets.
I was too busy at the time, I did n’t accompany me, and now I think about it, it ’s quite ... "
Ling Feng wiped the corners of his eyes, squeezing the folds on his face and laughing: "So I only made this documentary. To be honest, I have no impression of the mainland, but I must come back and see."
(and also……)