In the evening, Ni Bingyan sat at his desk and read the script.
This is her first starring role as a female lead. Even though the plot is not complicated, she still prepared it very carefully.
At this time in the past, she had already entered into plot simulations and repeatedly figured out the details of the performance. Today, while watching it, her eyes flew out of the window.
Most of the neighbors are elderly and have long since stopped, making the surroundings seem particularly quiet.
It's a sultry summer night, with a high probability of rain coming.
There are small insects fluttering on the screen window, rustling; there are unknown summer insects, hissing in the grass; there is a passing wind, naughty and touches the wind chime under the eaves, and then ruthlessly goes away...
The air conditioner roars lowly, doing its job to keep the room cool, like a reliable knight.
Ni Bingyan took out his mobile phone, sighed and lay on the table, and posted a Weibo message: How long has it been since you went home?
This moment is particularly lonely.
She wanted to find someone to chat with, but unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.
The newly opened account didn’t even have any familiar netizens.
She was an orphan in the past. After the death of the old dean, almost all her acquaintances in the hospital left, and she never went back. Such loneliness was commonplace for her.
She should have gotten used to it.
But now, she has relatives connected by blood.
It became unbearable.
near?
Or stay away?
It seems that no matter what choice you make, you will have to endure moral pressure.
Are the people whose souls have traveled through time related to the original owner or not?
What an excellent ethical question.
It's a pity that no one studies it.
Because there is no such thing as time travel in science.
I went downstairs impatiently, ran on the treadmill for half an hour, and then did a few sets of pull-ups. After sweating like a waterfall, I took a shower and returned to the study.
When I spread out the script again, I became more focused.
People who think too much are because they are not tired enough. When they are tired enough, their minds become clearer and they realize the pressure of life, they realize that hard work is the most important thing.
This small-budget literary film is called "Children of the Mountain".
It tells the story of a golden phoenix that flew out of a ravine and chose to return to his hometown after graduation to accompany his relatives and at the same time lead his fellow villagers to become rich.
Her parents died young, and Yingzi, a girl who grew up with her grandparents, was admitted to college. With the 1,800 yuan of living expenses that the villagers gave her and the tuition fees awarded by the government, she left the mountain valley where she was raised.
When she came to the big city, she was not dazzled by the prosperity. Instead, she set her sights on a goal and moved forward firmly.
While others are addicted to games and playing wantonly, she studies diligently and excels in every subject; others wear lipstick one day and wear a dress the next, but she is beautiful, but never vain and never compares; others fall in love and talk to each other all day long, she But she can always keep her heart and say to her male classmates with a smile, I'm sorry, I just want to study now; others never feel bad when they spend the money earned by their parents, but she works hard to make money in her spare time, so that she can have some money to spare while studying. I will also send it to my frail grandma...
During this period, her grandfather died of illness. Afraid of disturbing her studies and fearing that the round trip would be too expensive, grandma chose to hide it. By the time she finished her part-time job during the winter vacation and returned home to celebrate the New Year, the grass on her grandfather's grave was several inches tall.
After graduation, I entered a large international company after several rounds of interviews. The work was hard, but because of my ability and willingness to work hard, I was quickly promoted and paid a raise.
It was enough to make people happy that the gains were directly proportional to the efforts, but in her heart, she always thought of the eighteen hundred yuan, of those fellow villagers who were still poor, and of her elderly grandma's smile every time she sent her out. The look of reluctance.
[Yingzi, you have to be good! Grandma is getting older now. She only misses you once she sees you. Don’t think grandma is too nagging. No matter when or where you go, grandma only hopes that everything will be fine for you. It's good for your family and it's good for me. You should do your own thing and don't worry about your family! 】
That night, she dreamed of her grandma.
After a sleepless night, she chose to resign.
Grandma has never been to such a big city. She has lived in the mountains and valleys all her life. The farthest place she has ever been is the county seat. The farthest place she knows is the capital. She has faced the loess and turned her back to the sky all her life. She is most proud of it. It’s like raising a golden phoenix that flies out of the ravines.
She seemed to have been to the places her granddaughter had been to; she seemed to have eaten the things her granddaughter had eaten; she seemed to have experienced the stories her granddaughter told her...
She was so content.
But Yingzi's heart was so empty.
If she persists in the city, she will slowly take root and become a city dweller. But when she returns to her hometown, will there be another possibility?
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be raised but the family doesn't wait for it, it is really something that you will regret for the rest of your life.
When I read the script before, I always felt that something was missing because of the deep resonance of family ties. During the day, I saw her father saying "my daughter" during the live broadcast. After reading the script again, I suddenly understood.
The feeling of being cared about turns out to be like this.
The thin script contains a lot of content, it depends on how the readers interpret it.
There is a warning to contemporary college students; there is a torture of those children who came out of the mountains; there is an interpretation of the national poverty alleviation policy; there is also an exploration of the development direction of young people in the ever-changing new world...
Probably all literary and artistic films have this problem. No matter how simple the story is, it must be told with connotation.
It has to touch people's hearts, it has to be thought-provoking, and if it can make a little difference in the world, that would be even better!
After playing many supporting roles, your thinking still needs to change. Just memorize familiar lines and design various small details. If you don't understand the spirit, the character will not be flexible and the story will not be full.
The former grassroots Ni Bingyan didn't understand these principles at all, but the original owner had received a serious academic education. The combination of the two was like opening the door to a new world.
Ni Bingyan hugged the script and fell asleep contentedly.
When I woke up, the sun was already high.
After quickly washing up, packing his luggage, turning off the water and electricity, locking the door, and preparing himself for a long absence from home, Ni Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief and opened the back door.
Sure enough, it rained last night. The air was fresh and the temperature was a few degrees lower. Water was still dripping from the eaves and the stone pavement was half dry in the sun. I slept so soundly last night that I didn't hear the sound of rain. I didn't realize it until I went downstairs.
There is a feeling of opening the door and encountering a surprise, which makes me feel better.
After closing the courtyard door and locking away the anxiety in his heart, Ni Bingyan had a firm look in his eyes and stepped on the accelerator onto the highway.
Leaving the capital, crossing Hebei and Jin Dynasties, from Shaanxi to Sichuan.
Like a moth flying towards the flame! No turning back!
Apart from being very sleepy in the middle of the night and sleeping in the service area for two hours, there was almost no stopping along the way.
It's like there's a fire burning inside!
Because she knew that if she couldn't get it right this time, she would probably give up next time.
Hurrying slowly all the way, she parked the car in front of her house early the next morning.
The Ni family’s ancestral Sichuan cuisine techniques have been passed down for many generations.
Her grandfather, who was the first to learn cooking, served as the imperial chef of the Qing Dynasty. He cooked state banquets at that time, and then moved to her father's place, where he opened high-end private kitchens for decades. The family was not rich, but they had a lot of background.
The Ni Family Courtyard is backed by Qingcheng Mountain. During the construction, a master was invited to create a scene in three steps, a poem in five steps, and a painting in ten steps. It can be said to be very exquisite.
It is hard to imagine that a child who grew up in such an environment and was full of elegance would fall in love with Jiang Sheng, who received a Western-style elite education.
Things like fate are really embarrassing.
Taking out a bunch of keys and opening the door, Ni Bingyan drove the car to the small building where he lived. Before he could get out of the car, Ni Guangli, who heard the noise, had already opened the door.
"Have you been here early? Have you eaten? If you haven't, come in and have a bowl of beef noodles."
He thought it was the young apprentice who had arranged to pick him up, but he didn't expect it to be a strange car.
The car is very ordinary, a dusty Volkswagen.
Just when he was wondering why his little apprentice drove such a low-end car when he was going to discuss business today, he saw the car door open and the little fairy he had held in his hand since he was a child got out of the car.
Oh, it’s not because the car is ordinary, but because the owner of the car is low-key!
It's good to be low-key, low-key is wonderful, and she can make a fortune in a low-key voice. She is indeed his daughter! That's smart!
"Dad, dad..."
Looking at the gray-haired and energetic little old man on the steps, Ni Bingyan's heart beat fast, fearing that he would find out that his daughter had changed and not only disown her, but also ask her to hand over the original owner.
She admitted that she was despicable. She didn't have a father, and she envied others who had one. Now that she had half a father, she just wanted to be greedy...
As a result, before she could clear her thoughts, the person who just couldn't control her smile had already rushed to the flower bed next to her and pulled out a big broom from behind the camellias:
"You little melon! You still know how to come back?
"You're a bastard! I'm going to fight with you old man!
"I am both a father and a mother to support you. If you say you don't want a father anymore, then I won't!"
