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After returning to Jimen Bridge from ***, Xie Lansheng asked the crew to pack up and go to Lishu Township.They called "Dafa" Bread, and went all the way, which was much more convenient than the time in Xuyi Village, because the distance is different after all.

Over the next week, they shot fourteen or fifteen scenes, most of which focused on family conflict.

The male protagonist Wang Fusheng became more and more vicious towards his wife and daughter.

Once, after he slapped Caifeng, he said that his hands hurt, he was angry, yelled and cursed, and made Caifeng kneel on the ground to apply medicine and bandage him.

Both Xinye and Ouyang Nannan feel very right, but when shooting close-ups of hands, Xie Lansheng interrupted: "Cut. I don't want this part for now."

"Huh?" Qi Yong couldn't understand at all: "What's the matter??? I'm shooting okay??? Did I get dressed again?" He knew that Xie Lansheng seldom called "cut" in order to save filming expenses. It must be unbearable, but he himself does not think that there is a technical error.

"It's not a matter of photography." Xie Lansheng also felt sorry for the film, but he still walked up to the actor Xin and stood still, grabbed both hands of the other party, looked at it, and sighed: "Sure enough."

Qi Yong said in a rough voice, "Xinye's hands are pretty good, aren't they?" He didn't grow six fingers.

Xie Lansheng raised his chin, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "Qi Dashe, take a look again. Xin Ye's hands are pampered, and they really don't look like those of a villager." His fingers are slender, his skin is delicate, and his joints are naturally sexy. Close-up shots are very unnatural. and.

"Ah!" After mentioning it, Qi Yong suddenly felt a little moved by Xie Lansheng's thoughtfulness and high demands, and suggested, "Then...smear some mud?"

Xie Lansheng also had some headaches, he frowned: "It's not a matter of painting... the male protagonist's hands are not dirty, but rough. There is no foreshadowing that Wang Fusheng is dirty, and it must be more awkward to cover up with mud." .”

Qi Yong had no other choice: "Then, remove this mirror? Removing this mirror won't affect the audience's overall understanding of the plot, right?"

Xie Lansheng: "..."

remove?

The effect of removing it would be compromised, and Xie Lansheng didn't want to compromise.

He didn't answer, he pursed his lips tightly, and after about 30 seconds, he suddenly clenched the two palms of actor Xin in his hands, raised his eyes, and asked, "Xin Ye, can you make your hands rough for a while?"

Xinye only felt his fingers were hot, as if something was attached to them, his eyes were lowered, his voice was cold, and he asked, "How can I make my hands rough for a while?"

"Not sure if it's feasible yet." Xie Lansheng said, "Would you wait in this room first?"

Xinye smirked: "Okay, you can make a fuss, if you want to recruit children, call them all."

"Thank you, Xin Ye." After Xie Lansheng finished speaking, he didn't look at Qi Yong again, turned around, and hurried out.

And Qi Yong was stunned by the spirit of sacrifice of these two people "only for shooting a close-up, one dares to do something to others, and the other is willing to be done by others".

Obviously it can't be screened at all, is it going to the level of self-abuse?The judges, audience, and foreign distribution companies don't even pay attention to whether the hands in this shot are delicate or rough.

Qi Yong realized that Xie Lansheng's filming was not for making money or winning awards. He maintained absolute piety in every detail, which was more like treating faith.

He is on his pilgrimage.

Qi Yong recalled that when they shot the explosion scene before, Xie Lansheng put a handful of ashes into a paper tube to create the effect of "explosion smoke" because there was no way to buy smoke cakes, and then he closed his eyes and blew it out. The ash was muddy and cloudy, with strands and strands, which really looked alike, but Xie Lansheng was choked and coughed into a bellows at that time, and he didn't know how much ash he ate and sucked.

It has to be said that as a fellow in the film industry, Qi Yong was a little touched.

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About 15 minutes later, Xie Lansheng walked back to the room, holding a water glass in his right hand.He sent the water cup forward and showed it to Xin Ye, who found a large handful of yellow sand in the water tank.

Qi Yong is no longer here, Xie Lansheng stretched his pants in front of Xinye and squatted down, put the water glass on the ground between his feet, opened one of Xinye's hands, squeezed it tightly, raised his eyelids, a little Distressed, he asked: "Let's rub the palms with sand, okay? Move this scene to a week later and shoot the other ones first, and rub it every day this week. It should have some effect."

Xin Ye was sitting on a wooden chair, with one palm open and one elbow propped on his knee. He only wanted to make the film the best for Xie Lansheng, but seeing Xie Lansheng felt guilty, he felt a little uncomfortable. The hand that had been on the right knee turned over and scratched Xie Lansheng's chin, like teasing a cat, and said, "What's the matter, it's rough, I'll go back after a few days of shooting."

"Well...Xinye, thank you."

"You asked me to get a little tan before "Rooting" was restarted, and you forgot?" The reason was still "fine skin and tender flesh", which didn't quite fit the protagonist's image, so Xinye had to sit in the yard with his long legs crossed and read a newspaper .In fact, Xinye is not white, but Xie Lansheng still thinks that Xinye needs to be exposed to the sun.

Xie Lansheng said: "I didn't forget...we didn't know him very well at that time..." Now I know how to love someone.Besides, being exposed to the sun and being ground by sand are not quite the same, the former will only turn darker, while the latter will suffer some pain.

"It's okay, let's rub it."

"En." After getting the answer, Xie Lansheng gently held Xinye's outstretched left hand, picked out a little sand collected outside from the water cup, put it in Xinye's palm, and used his three fingers from inside to outside Draw circles.His strength was not small, but it was gentle and meticulous, as if he was treating a treasure, and he felt his heart tighten and tighten.

The future of this film is uncertain. It is said that it intends to apply to participate in European and North American film festivals, but whether it will actually be selected is still unknown. Xin Ye, the Berlin actor, has been cooperating with him, and he cannot be untouched.

No, think about it carefully, at the beginning it was actually normal, but since the two of them came back from Luo Dajing, Xinye has been going all out.

Xinye...why is he so dedicated?

People in the room came and went, and someone occasionally glanced at them casually, but Xie Lansheng didn't care, and he was focused on it.

After turning the palm of his hand completely, Xie Lansheng squeezed the sand to the edge of the palm again, not sparing an inch, and rubbed it carefully without revealing any flaws.Then, he moved down to the fingers, rubbing them one by one, from knuckles to fingertips, and then from fingertips to knuckles, up and down, back and forth, and could feel the heat from another person's skin at this moment.

Xinye just looked down.

He looked at his hands, and he also looked at his hands. There was a thin layer of fine sand between the two hands. They seemed to be touching, but they didn't seem to be touching.

And Xin Ye finally understood why it took Xie Lansheng 15 minutes to get a piece of sand.The sand in the cup is very fine, and the grains of sand and gravel are very small. Xie Lansheng had already picked out the large stones one by one when he was picking up the sand. Or hurt him, since big stones are not good for roughing hands.

Xie Lansheng rubbed Xin Ye's left hand with crushed sand, put it down carefully, then pulled the other's right hand again, and rubbed it again.

A few minutes later, Xie Lansheng raised both hands of the opposite person to look at them. He felt that they were almost done. He breathed a long sigh of relief, shook them firmly again, and said, "The latest arrangement is to shoot the next scene later. Scene 175. Wait until the skin is rougher, and then take a close-up of the hands."

"Oh?" Xinye smiled and asked, "Is this all right for today?"

"Well, it's ok." Xie Lansheng touched again.

Xin Ye looked at it, but stretched out his hand, patted Lan Sheng's face, and said, "You just touched the sand, what can you feel? You have to try it in a finer place to feel the difference."

Xie Lansheng also thought it was reasonable, held Xin Ye's hand, rubbed his cheek, felt the tingling pain on his skin, and said, "It's a bit rough...it should be fine." After speaking, he stood up, feeling his legs and feet were a little sore .

Xinye was stunned for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand.

Before leaving, Xie Lansheng looked at Xinye and said sincerely again: "Xinye, thank you."

"What can I be thankful for?"

Xie Lansheng shook his head and said: "You have done much more than I expected at the beginning. I am willing to get tanned and rough, I don't know how to put it...but I didn't expect that it was the first time I directed I can meet the kind of good actor I dreamed of, and I feel very touched... All the suffering and all the tiredness seem to be worth it in an instant."

Xin Ye was taken aback, and after a long while, he stared and said: "As a director, never think that you are too demanding. If others can't do it, I will definitely be able to do it. Remember this." With a moving magnetism.

"Yeah." Xie Lansheng hesitated, "Then I'll go out and get ready."

After Xie Lansheng left, Xinye was still in a daze.

He held his right hand slightly, as if he wanted to keep the other person's breath in his palm.He closed his eyes, and the image of Xie Lansheng caressing every inch of his hands a minute ago flashed through his mind, which was very real and yet illusory.

There is a moist and beautiful tenderness in his heart, like a wave, very soft, but surging and turbulent.There are many things in his heart, restless, vigorous, and growing, which make him uncomfortable and good.Xie Lansheng, these three words are on the tip of his tongue and still rolling around, it is an indescribable good taste.But he couldn't read it.

Xinye finally opened his eyes and looked at the sand falling on the ground.

The cup had been taken away by Xie Lansheng, but the sand that fell from the fingers of the two of them was still there, scattered one by one, like broken gold on the ground.

Xinye lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, then slowly squatted down, and gently collected the sand on the ground with his still beautiful fingers.

He picked them up pinch by pinch, unwilling to let go of even a single grain, and put them on the palm of his left hand, and finally formed a small handful.He heard the noise of blood boiling in his body, which was shocking.

Xinye took a look, combined the medicine that Ouyang Nannan had taken before, carefully put the sand into the bottle, hid it in the deepest and most secret place of her suitcase, and pressed it with several things to ensure that it would not be people found out.

Feel like crazy.

Has it reached this level?

It's just sand turned between the palms of Xie Lansheng and himself...

Xinye's heart was full of turmoil, but on the surface he remained calm.Xie Lansheng came in again, holding a broom in his hand, looked at the ground, and asked in surprise, "Where's the sand that fell just now?"

Xinye said, "I cleaned up."

Xie Lansheng was even more surprised, and asked, "Where are you down?"

Xin Ye replied: "Where else can it be. The toilet."

The author has something to say:

Like Zuo Ran, Xin Ye was also forced to work.

Zhang Yimou once rubbed his hands with sand when he was filming "Yellow Earth".