entertainment conscience

Chapter 409 [Journey to Burial Heart]

2024, early summer.

I don’t know if it’s because of the cello music that Bao Shiyi played in the field. The thick rhythm of the cello breaks the heaviness brought by death. The music is like a torrent, breaking the softest touch in everyone’s heart. .

Now, the staff of the entire crew has changed unconsciously. It seems that the movie they are shooting now is not just a movie, but like Lin Wu in the story, about the mortician, about death Respect from the heart.

Because of the filming, it was like Lin Wu, who accidentally became a mortician by mistake, and later devoted himself to the profession of mortician. Lin Wu in the story has experienced too many life and death, and now they are on the shooting scene with their own eyes. Watching these life and death.

They knew they were acting, but they would always hear the song played by Bao Shiyi in the field, and there would always be the husband who was lying on the coffin looking at his wife's body and crying, and the man who left for the dead man would always appear. A family with red lips all over their faces, they laughed and cried bitterly and said, "Thank you, Dad."

Although he knew he was acting, everyone respected the reluctance, remorse, nostalgia, and misunderstanding of the deceased.

Especially under Bao Shiyi's solemn encoffining ceremonies, it was really an indescribable shock.

Even without the majestic shouts and deafening words, it is just such a calm shock.

In that deathly calm is a shock that surpasses all.

The entire crew knew very well that Bao Shiyi was not acting, but a real undertaker, the gatekeeper of the funeral home.

Whether it's movements or demeanor, Bao Shiyi is so pious and gentle in every look, and treats him tenderly in the last journey of life.

The shooting scene was very quiet, and the crew's eyes fell on Bao Shiyi and the deceased under the camera.

It turns out that people can be so peaceful, so peaceful, and so beautiful after death!

This is the only feeling in everyone's heart.

……

Zeng Sheng looked at Bao Shiyi, frowning slightly. The more the filming went on like this, the more he respected death, just like the crew members.

"Eleven, very good, really very good!"

Zeng Sheng couldn't help applauding Bao Shiyi's performance just now, and said with a smile: "Both you and Mr. Zhao performed very well."

Mr. Zhao is Mr. Zhao Lei from Yanjing Academy of Drama. He is an old-timer and veteran actor. This time, he will play Lin Wu's leader Rongsheng in "The Undertaker".

Zhao Lei also patted Bao Shiyi on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The match just now was very good."

The words are full of admiration and admiration.

Obviously, Bao Shiyi's meticulous acting skills in "The Undertaker" moved Zhao Lei. It is obvious that Bao Shiyi really walked into the inner world of Lin Wu's character.

Bao Shixi smiled and said nothing.

Zeng Sheng looked at the replay of the scene just now on the monitor, and said, "Eleven, this movie might be your masterpiece."

"Of course it will be my masterpiece."

Zeng Sheng is very clear that as a film with funeral workers as the main characters, "death" is an unavoidable topic in "The Undertaker", but "death" is by no means the real theme of the film.

"Death" here is simply a window, and what we can see through this window is the world we live in.

"It's really like a journey, Eleven, it's like I'm making a film for the first time."

Bao Shiyi replied with a smile: "That's Mr. Zhao, you played well."

Zhao Lei said with a smile: "I'm talking about you. It's not an exaggeration at all. Really, when you were playing the cello, you were really not afraid of jokes. Your face was full of tears, but your heart was indescribably cheerful. If I have time, I will I want to learn cello from you. The sound of this cello is really nice."

Zeng Sheng gave Zhao Lei a blank look, and said, "Old Zhao, you are quite old now, so don't harm the cello."

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene laughed.

The filming is now in the late stage, and the filming progress of the crew is very slow. The slowness is that everyone is polishing the film with heart.

Without the impetuosity and urgency of the film market, everything is so calm and peaceful, and the filming is just like that, as pious as the undertaker guarding the funeral home treats the dead.

This is a funeral journey.

……

2024, early autumn.

Liucheng, Nanzhong Street.

Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, looked at Bao Shiyi with a pair of big eyes, and shouted crisply: "Dad..."

Bao Shiyi agreed with a smile.

Then, Xiaoxiao called Dad again.

Bao Shiyi agreed again.

In this way, Xiaoxiao seems to be enjoying the game, calling Bao Shiyi from time to time, it seems to be fun, and it seems to be sure that Bao Shiyi is by her side.

always there.

Zhou Yun, who was sitting by the bed, held a comic book in her hand, looked at Bao Shiyi and Xiaoxiao father and daughter with some interest, and continued to read fairy tales——

The voice was slow and gentle.

"I went hunting alone in the deep mountains. Suddenly I met a very beautiful little fox. When I pointed the muzzle at it, instead of running away, it looked at me with deep eyes."

"It suddenly spoke and asked for a drop of magic potion to redeem its life."

Zhou Yun's voice gradually attracted Xiaoxiao's gaze. He opened his big eyes and stared at him, full of ignorance and ignorance.

Zhou Yun continued: "I agree."

"So the little fox put the potion on my palm. I used the thumb and index finger of my left and right hands to form a window, facing the sky, and I could see the appearance of the dead in heaven."

"The little fox asked me, what did I see? I asked the fox first, what did it see?
"It said it saw its dead parents at the gunpoint of hunters."

Bao Shiyi was slightly stunned, a little surprised that Zhou Yun would tell such a story, and turned to look at Xiaoxiao, still innocent and ignorant.

Obviously, he didn't care about this story at all, and he didn't understand it. He didn't know what it meant to die under the gun of a hunter.

Zhou Yun didn't expect this fairy tale to be like this, which was a bit unexpected.

Fortunately, Xiaoxiao is still young now, even smaller than a little fox.

Now Xiaoxiao still can't understand these fairy tales, she just tells stories to children, this is all preschool education, and educates children slowly.

Zhou Yun continued to read the story, patiently and gently, telling the story just like that.

Xiaoxiao turned her head, smiled at Bao Shiyi with her small face, and then yelled crisply——

"father!"

Bao Shiyi still smiled and replied: "I am here."

always there.

However, the little fox's parents died under the hunter's gun...

This is a story and a fable.

(End of this chapter)