light and shadow [entertainment circle]

After the Jianghai Anti-Japanese War, Fusang people issued a curfew order to ensure the safety of Fusang soldiers in Jianghai.All Huaxia people who still appear on the streets after 10 pm will be regarded as revolutionary troops and will be shot to death.

At this time, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, and the entire Jianghai City, no matter the streets or alleys, should have been empty.What's more, it's the twelfth lunar month now, and in the evening, there are snowdrops falling on the ground again.Unexpectedly, in this environment, a few indistinct shouts suddenly came from an alley in a residential area in Jianghai.

"Little stone... small stone... head..."

The previous sound and a half could still be vaguely heard clearly, but the last word "head" suddenly retracted, as if afraid of being heard by the people of Fusang.

"Little Shitou, where are you?...It's so late, where have you been, you son of a bitch?" Under the dim streetlights, a man of medium build could be seen leaning on the wall with one hand and huddled in his ragged cotton jacket, Walked out slowly.

The thin layer of snow on the ground reflected under the illumination of the street lamps, and it was reflected on the faces of the visitors.The man's brows were tightly wrinkled and his temperament was shrinking. It was clear that he was only in his early thirties, but his temples were already white, deep lines were carved between his brows, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, revealing a hint of bitterness.The padded jacket on his body was washed very clean, but the fabric had already turned white and had a few patches. Obviously, the environment was also very difficult.This is a typical image of Chinese people during the Anti-Japanese War, docile and honest, like a sheep in a sheepfold, who will follow whoever leads it, and will not resist with a knife resting on its neck.

This person is He Liang.The war is very close to him, yet very far away.So close that it only happened in the city where he lived, so far that it never entered his life.For a long time, his life has only been his jade shop and a few apprentices who can pass on his craftsmanship.Going out of the house in violation of the curfew tonight is not to challenge the orders of Fusang soldiers, but just to find the little apprentice he cares about most—Little Stone.Xiao Shitou is his apprentice after he came to Jianghai. Although the master and apprentice have been together for a few years, He Liang has already made up his mind to pass on all his unique skills to this ingenious and proud disciple.

Early this morning, He Liang ordered Xiao Shitou to send a newly polished jade pendant to his regular customer, Boss Zhang, but Xiao Shitou never came back.He Liang waited until the curfew, but finally couldn't hold back, and went out to look for someone.Unexpectedly, after walking around the streets for a long time, even Boss Zhang's house secretly knocked on the door, but there was no whereabouts of the little stone.

In the weather where the dripping water turned into ice, He Liang broke out in a hot sweat and didn't know what to do, when there was a sound of Sisi Suosuo in the shadow of the street corner.He Liang tensed the muscles on his back suddenly, desperately grabbed the jade carving knife in his arms and dodged behind the wall.

After a while, a pale boy staggered out from the shadow.

He Liang relaxed, and hurried forward and shouted: "Little Shitou!" Unexpectedly, as soon as his hands touched Xiaoshishi's arm, Xiaoshi fell into his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Master..." Xiao Shitou frowned in pain with a pale face, and clutched his waist with his right hand desperately.However, scarlet blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

"You were shot?" He Liang's face turned pale, and he immediately thought of the worst. "Did you mess with Fusang people? Why did you mess with them?!"

The little stone was bleeding profusely, and it was obvious that it was gone.Seeing that He Liang was anxious and angry, he actually shed tears. "Master, I saw my sister...she is still alive...she is being used as a prostitute by the Fusang people!...they killed my parents and took my sister away...I hate it! I hate it... ..." Speaking of this, Xiao Shitou widened his eyes with a ferocious face, and stopped breathing.

"Little Shitou!" He Liang hurriedly shouted again, but Xiaoshitou couldn't answer.

He Liang knelt beside Xiaoshishi and stared blankly at him for a while, the intense pain in his eyes almost swallowed him up, but he didn't cry.In troubled times, life is like nothing.He Liang has seen too many dead people in his more than 30 years of life, and has also sent away his parents and sisters one after another.For death, he has long been numb, neither afraid nor too sad.

After a while, he reached out to touch Xiao Shishi's cheek and sniffed his breath.Dead, terribly dead! "Why do you want to mess with Fusang people? They are not easy to mess with! You..." He Liang couldn't help complaining in a low voice, but he choked up again halfway through the sentence.A drop of muddy tear squeezed out from the corner of the eye, but it was dried by the cold wind before it rolled down to the cheek.

There was another silence.But the snow fell more and more heavily, and large snowflakes soon covered He Liang's head and shoulders, and also covered Xiaoshi's face.

After a while, He Liang sighed again, stretched out his hand to carefully wipe the snow off Xiaoshi's face, and closed his eyes.He picked up the little stone, got up and murmured: "Go home, let's go home, little stone..." He walked back step by step, his body bent and trembling intermittently.In the snow, the two strings of dots when we came have now been dragged into two lines.

He walked far away, the street lights could no longer illuminate him, and he completely merged into the darkness.More and more snowflakes covered up a bit of blood left on the ground, and nothing seemed to happen.But suddenly, a shrill roar suddenly burst out from the depths of the darkness.The roar was so terrifying, as if it was not made by a human at all, but the painful wail of a beast that lost its cub.However, this roar was only half a sound, not a sound.The remaining half, mixed with fear and anger, was swallowed back alive.

I hate it!

Xia Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.He recognized his surroundings in the dark for a while, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that this was his bedroom and not a set.He turned on the wall lamp casually, and just picked up the water glass by the bed when the door of the bedroom was pushed open.

It was Guan Shan who came in in his pajamas, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Xia Zhi took the milk and shook her head slightly.After a while, he replied sullenly: "I dreamed of watching Mr. Kang filming on the set again..."

Guan Shan's eyes were worried, but he still tried to smile. "Xiazhi, that's just a movie, it's fake."

Xia Zhi nodded and shook his head. "I know it's fake, but..." He curled up on the bed, like a small animal in danger, his face full of helplessness. "Brother Shan, I...I always think of my father..." He looked up at Guan Shan, hoping cautiously and humblely. "Brother Shan, do you think my father can't come to me for some reason?... Just like He Liang, he has to endure. Tell me, is that so?"

Guan Shan's heart ached, he didn't answer, but silently took Xia Zhi into his arms.

This weekend, Xia Zhi went to the set of "Swordsman" again.But on this day, Kang Ruonian was not there, what Yuan Zong was going to film was a group performance.

The outline of the plot is that two Fusang soldiers walked on the street and passed an old Chinese man.The old man probably annoyed the two Fusang soldiers because he didn't give way in time, so he was dragged to the corner of the street and beaten by the two Fusang soldiers.Most of the Huaxia people on the road dared not speak out. Some people were afraid of causing trouble, so they hurried away;Seeing the innocent old man being beaten with blood all over his face, a young man who looked like a student finally stepped forward and shouted, "How did you beat him?"

What responded to the student was a gunshot.Seeing the student's dead body on the spot, the Fusang soldiers who fired the gun grinned and pointed their guns at the other Huaxia people who were watching.After a while, one person was scared away; soon, everyone was scared away.The Fusang soldier laughed twice, then turned around and continued beating the old man.

This scene is very simple, and several group performers also think it is very simple.However, not long after the filming started, Yuan Zong yelled "Cut".At that time, the two swarm performers who played the Fusang soldiers began to give full play to the swarm performers who played the Huaxia old man. "Be more powerful, haven't you eaten?!" Yuan Zong yelled.

With the order of the director, the movements of the two group performers were indeed much larger.However, Yuan Zong was still dissatisfied, and shouted "ka" again. "Punch and kick, punch and kick, don't you understand? And the guns in your hands, don't just hold them for nothing, hit him with the butt of the gun!"

After hearing Yuan Zong's request, the two extra performers showed embarrassment. "Director, is it too much?"

"What happened? Can you beat someone?" Yuan Zong's face darkened, and he said coldly. "I want you to beat someone to death, don't you understand? Hit him in the face with your fists, kick him in the stomach with your feet, pinch the back of his neck and hit him against the wall, understand? Push twice like you, slap him Two slaps, is it beating? This is massage!"

As soon as Yuan Zong finished speaking, Jian Chaoyong added a sentence aside. "All kinds of protective measures are in place, don't worry, no one will be really hurt." He reached out and knocked on the wall beside him, and there was a dull "pop" sound from the wall. "It's styrofoam inside, it's going to be fine."

The two young people playing Fusang Bing are actually students of the Drama Academy, and they took time to gain experience as group performers.Seeing that the safety of the crew of "Swordsman" was in good order, the two looked at each other, gritted their teeth and nodded.

"And you." After finishing the two Fusang soldiers, Yuan Zong turned his attention to the group performer who played the common people of China. "Don't be stupid under the camera! They beat you, you have to hide! If you can't hide, beg for forgiveness and run away. This is a human instinct. Don't forget. Then, the two Fusang soldiers beat all the people who came to persuade them to fight. Seeing that I can't let you go, you should know that begging for mercy is useless at this time. When you are about to die, what will happen to you?"

The group of actors blinked their eyes twice, and tentatively said: "'Little devil, I'll fuck your ancestor!'?"

"Very good!" Yuan Zong gave the group of performers a thumbs up in satisfaction, and sat back behind the monitor. "Okay! All in place... Action!"

So, everyone gets into position, and the filming starts again.

Xia Zhi sat beside Yuan Zong, staring at the monitor with him.

On the monitor, the two Fusang soldiers dragged the old man to an alley, kicked him in the stomach without saying a word.The Huaxia old man was thin and full of white hair, how could he bear this heavy kick, his complexion turned pale immediately, and he fell to the ground.Regardless of the pain, the old man got up tremblingly, clasped his hands to the two Fusang soldiers, and kept crying, "Spare me! Spare me!"

The two Fusang soldiers didn't seem to have heard of it, they rounded their arms and slapped him to the ground.

The old man was bleeding from his mouth and nose, struggling to get up, he was kicked on the back again, and fell to the ground again with a "plop".Then, the leather boots and gun stocks of the two Fusang soldiers fell on him like raindrops.

"All right..." the old man gasped and wailed, holding his head tightly while crawling out of the alley with difficulty.

"Dare to run?" A fusang soldier caught up with him a few steps, kicked the old man in the face, and kicked the old man on his back.

Perhaps this action was too eye-catching. At this time, a student-looking Chinese man caught up with him and said in a hateful voice, "Why do you beat people? Is there any law?"

"Wang Fa?" The Fusang soldier turned his head with a ferocious face and responded, "I am Wang Fa!" He picked up the gun and pulled the safety catch.

"Cut!" Yuan Zong called to stop again, and rushed into the filming location with a few steps, and angrily scolded the group performer who was playing Fusang soldiers. "Who told you to add words indiscriminately? Do you need nonsense? Turn around and shoot! You don't even need to have an expression! Do you understand?"

The group of performers lowered their heads and pondered for a while, and they realized that this kind of performance seemed more cruel and inhumane, so they nodded quickly and replied: "Understood, director!"

"Start all over again!" Yuan Zong shouted, and sat back down again.

The filming started again, and all the performances became much smoother.The only fly in the ointment was that with the passage of time, the fists and kicks of the two extra performers playing Fusang Soldier on the extra performer playing the Huaxia old man became lighter and lighter, and their movements became more and more exaggerated.In fact, it's no wonder the two group performers who played Fusang soldiers.Although Jian Chaoyong explained that he has taken precautions, accidents are inevitable when filming, not to mention that the old man is so old.The two young men saw him begging on their knees under their own fists and feet, but they couldn't bear it.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zong was able to turn a blind eye to the exaggerated movements of these two group performers, it can be seen that they couldn't bear it and immediately shouted "cut".

Xia Zhi sneaked a glimpse of Yuan Zong's complexion, and hurriedly followed.

Sure enough, as soon as Yuan Zong walked in front of the two Fusang soldiers, he raised his leg and kicked them without saying a word.

Seeing this, Xia Zhi quickly grabbed Yuan Zong's collar and dragged him back, riskily erasing the news that "a well-known director abused group performances on the set" for Yuan Zong. "Director Yuan, speak up if you have something to say!" Xia Zhi has always been well-behaved, but his reminder has the bearing of a martial arts master Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

"Director, why are you beating someone?" The two extras also came to their senses at this moment, complaining with aggrieved faces.

Yuan Zong gave Xia Zhi a hard look, turned his head and yelled at the two young group performers: "Who told you to act like this? Who taught you to act like this? Do you sympathize with him? Why do you sympathize with him? During the Anti-Japanese War, Will those Fusang soldiers sympathize with the common people of Huaxia? Use your brains!"

The two young men were suffocated by scolding.After a long time, one of them answered cautiously: "Director, we are filming, it's almost enough."

"Almost?" Yuan Zong sneered in response, "If you want to fool around, don't come to my place! Take off my clothes immediately, get out! You don't want to act, some people want to act!"

Yuan Zong's words immediately angered the young man, and he blushed and said loudly: "Director, we filmed this scene for more than ten minutes, and you may only have one minute in the movie. Is this necessary? The old man At such an old age, you let him be beaten for so long, are you human?"

The young man's words were so serious that the faces of the staff on the set changed immediately.Yuan Zong acted as if he hadn't heard of it, so he replied without hesitation: "The Fusang soldiers back then were not human, so my request was not human, and the role you played was also not human! This is an anti-Japanese war movie, and it reproduces the history of that year. I All the content we shoot is required to be authentic and credible! Every minute of my movie must be refined, and the audience is not allowed to laugh while watching it when it is released! You are an actor, and in the movie you It's not you, it's the role you play! Do you think you are a good person because you sympathize with him? Let me tell you, you are insulting your opponent, and even more so, that period of history!"

As soon as Yuan Zong said this, the two young extras turned pale and were speechless.

Yuan Zong still couldn't get enough of it, and said contemptuously, "Students from drama school? They are all rubbish! You don't understand this at all. What kind of actor do you want to do? What kind of movie do you want to do? If you don't want to act, just get out!"

"Director, let's shoot! Let's shoot!" The two young people didn't know how to get off the stage, and the extras who played the old Huaxia rushed forward to intercede for them. "Young people are soft-hearted. It's not that they didn't cooperate with the director on purpose. We must make a good film, and we can't let future children talk about the Anti-Japanese War and only know how to tear devils with their hands."

This scene took half an hour to film.The entire set was extremely depressing, as if history had reappeared.When the old man screamed before dying: "You little devil!", everyone clenched their fists tightly.

As soon as Yuan Zong shouted "Pass", Xia Zhi immediately stood up.

"Where are you going?" Yuan Zong asked expressionlessly.

"I'm panicking, let's go for a walk." Xia Zhi replied.

"You child, you have a soft heart." Yuan Zong looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed. "Filming is like listening to a piece of music. You have to control the ups and downs. Today is closing, tomorrow is playing. Come here first today, and you will come tomorrow."

Hearing this, Xia Zhi looked at Yuan Zong hesitantly for a while, and finally nodded.

The author has something to say:

Yuan Zong: Boy, are you acting handsome in front of me?

Xia Zhi: ...Instinct!