White dove

The heavy rain stopped early the next morning, the sun had not yet come out, and the whole world was covered with fog. Even though he didn’t sleep until midnight, Liang Haishen got up early in the morning and went out. The terraced fields were filled with water, just in time. Instead of diverting water from the canal, the seedlings were planted when the rain stopped.

He was still leading the ox from yesterday, and the ox was still carrying the seedlings. He put the plow on the ox in the field, and the man followed behind and yelled at the ox to move forward. After plowing the field, Liang Haishen sat on the ridge for a short time. to rest.

Ruan Fei and Lan Lin's filming didn't stop. Qin Doudou stretched out the recording stick and raised his hands sorely. Liang Haishen took out an old-style recording pen from his close-fitting pocket, and smiled at Qin Doudou: "This old antique, you should Haven't seen it before." He pointed to the stick held by Qin Doudou: "It's far worse than your guy, but it's not broken, so use it if you can."

He extended the recording pen to the irrigation mouth of the terraced fields, which is connected to the canal. Liang Haishen recorded the gurgling sound of irrigation, interspersed with the sound of cows, birds, and wind. After the recording, everyone listened to it. Isn't it the breath of early spring in the mountains? Close your eyes and listen carefully, as if the wet and misty poetic scroll is right in front of you.

Liang Haishen waved the recording pen proudly: "It has recorded many good voices, I take it with me everywhere, let's say it rains, the rain hits the leaves of poplar trees, and the rain hits the leaves of plantains. Ye Shang’s voices are all different, I’ve recorded them all, and when I’m not busy, I’ll also record sounds, all kinds of sounds, there are some bugs and birds in the mountains, and their calls are really nice.”

No wonder, in the demos that Tongtong has heard, although the sound quality is not good, there are always some beautiful sounds that can't be said. They all come from nature, and they are slowly collected by Liang Haishen like treasure hunting and collecting stamps.

It is no wonder that this kind of life will nourish him. Although life is extremely difficult, he has no external objects, and he can devote himself to doing what he wants to do to the greatest extent while his life can still be maintained.

In addition to being a farmer, recording voices, and writing songs, Liang Haishen also gives music lessons to the children in the local elementary school every day. He puts the songs he wrote with the simplest lyrics and teaches the children to sing, singing the mountains of Ronghe, the forest, the summer The barefoot friends, the smoke from the mother's cooking, and the singing children all have bright eyes.

Shen Shen asked him: "Is it useful for children here to learn music?"

Liang Hai smiled deeply: "It's really useless, but... music is a spring of water in the boring days. Everyone has their own spring in their hearts, which can support them to survive no matter what the situation is. Besides, the music of ethnic minorities The cells are born, the children sing very well, we can take a clap later."

Before school was over in the evening, at sunset, Liang Haishen called all the children together and sang a song he wrote, which was adapted from a local nursery rhyme. He played the piano in the middle, and the children surrounded him. The blue sky is obviously just a simple nursery rhyme, everyone's heart seems to be softened by something, they are undoubtedly happy.

The film crew stayed in Ronghe for a month and a half. Gradually, except for Shen Shen, everyone else in the crew was like Liang Haishen. They didn't even use their mobile phones very much. In just one month, everything outside became strange and distant.

After Liang Hai fell asleep every day, everyone would go through the materials together. In Tong Tong’s opinion, the content filmed these days should be enough. After all, it’s not a long-form record. “Singer” is a short series planned to be made into one episode. However, Shen Shen said: "If you are not stuck with money and time, if you really want to take a good picture of a person, you will have to follow for more than half a year, and it is only a little over a month. The things you shoot are very superficial, so you can only dig as much as possible. "

Tong Tong recalled Shen Chen's last film, which took ten years to shoot for one theme. He and Liang Haishen were actually the same kind of people. Once they found a goal, they could achieve it desperately, even if they used love to generate electricity.

The scene notes these days are all made by Tong Tong. Although Shen Shen is the director, he has already outlined the structure of the film in his mind, and he has a clear idea of ​​how to write the narration that needs to be supplemented.

The last scene shot by the film crew was a conversation between Shen Shen and Liang Haishen. Shen Shen said: "If our film is broadcast, everyone will like you, and you will become popular because of the works you created yourself. Do you want to?"

Liang Haishen didn't speak, and after a long time, he slowly said: "If the work can be seen and liked by more people, I am willing, but people don't have to."

Shen Shen said: "But if it really becomes popular, many things will become uncontrollable, and your life will be disturbed because of this. Are you prepared for what may happen?"

Liang Haishen's eyes were firm: "I'm not an idol. I believe that people who will like my works are people who can understand me. Since this is the case, I don't think my life will be disturbed too much, and I don't intend to change the current situation. Life." He suddenly remembered something, and said, "Do you know that there is a musician in Taiwan named Chen Jiannian, he sang a lot of folk songs about the place where he lived, and won awards, but he is a policeman, and he won awards At that time, the host asked him, you have already won the prize, what will you do in the future, he said, maybe you should go back to be a policeman, you see, people laugh when they hear this, but that’s what he does, if I were him , I will too, if the current life is what you like, why change it?"

At this point, the filming of the first episode is all over. In the evening, Liang Haishen took a lot of firewood to the yard, saying that there will be a bonfire meeting. There were several jars of local local shochu, and I also carried the slaughtered chickens, ducks and geese. After a while, I roasted meat on the bonfire and drank wine.

The film crew is indeed a bit hard. A start-up team with tight funds can't afford to hire a serious producer. Everyone has three heads and six arms and multiple roles. The "Singer" project not only determines the success or failure of everyone, But everyone also gave up a lot of things to do it, and they are all very dedicated.

The night in the mountains gets dark early, the mountains and forests are like lace, the night is like velvet, the moonlight is clear, everyone’s face is full of bright and silver light, and several friends of Liang Haishen can also play the piano, and the three of them even formed an informal group without becoming famous. They sang folk songs, local folk songs, and songs written by Liang Haishen himself. The local shochu was too strong, and soon everyone was faintly drunk.

Liang Haishen said: "I've been singing all these days, and tonight is the last night. Let's change it. I'll shoot and you sing."

As he spoke, he took the camera next to Ruan Fei, and turned it on to several people in the film crew: "Quick, don't be cowardly, you sing, and I will accompany you." The camera was handed over to his friend, and Liang Haishen picked up the guitar again.

Shen Shen second counseled: "I can't, no, no, I'll kneel." He kept hiding, Tong Tong had never seen Shen Chen so counseled before, the one who passionately recited poems in Banpo, even if the photographer refused The person who turned back vowed to make Chinese world music, but turned out to be a person with a tone deafness. This world is too paradoxical.

"Tong Tong sings!" Shen Chen is not only cowardly, but also top-notch.

The corners of Tong Tong's eyes were bright red, and his mind was particularly dull after drinking. Liang Haishen clapped his hands: "Okay, Teacher Tong is here! What are you singing? I can accompany you."

Singing... Tong Tong opened his mouth. Tonight he is relaxed and in a trance. There is only one person in his mind, a song. He sings:

"I once loved a boy

I left him and left home

to a place where the snow is deep before the snow melts every spring

I sent him a piece of paper

春风 轻轻 的 吹起

我 心儿 也 着 颤动

却 不 知道 为什么 哭泣

I want to tell him I miss you"

Ruan Fei booed: "Wow! Tong Tong, shouldn't it be changed to I once loved a girl?"

Tong Tong glanced at him and shook his head.

Shen Shen, who was so drunk that he was about to spread out on the floor, suddenly became sober. He sat up and stared at Tongtong. Liang Haishen played the piano, accompanied by Tongtong's quiet voice. It's so beautiful at night.

After Tong Tong finished singing, there was applause in the yard. Liang Haishen looked at him and said, "You must have loved him deeply."

The yard was so quiet that only the crackling of firewood was heard, Tong Tong was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

On the way from Ronghe to Guiyang Airport, Tong Tong kept thinking that people who can find something they love all their life and stick to it are amazing. He said to Shen Shen: "Liang Haishen is amazing, and you are also amazing."

Shen Shen smiled lazily, and once he relaxed in the car, the exhaustion of his whole body emerged from his bones. He patted Tong Tong's shoulder: "In the future, you will meet many idealists, maybe all the people we photographed are yes."

The world is so utilitarian and realistic, will these idealists live well?

Chen Shen hooked Tongtong's shoulder, leaned closer and said, "I left a gift for Liang Haishen, but I haven't told Qin Doudou yet."

"What gift?" What did it have to do with Qin Doudou, Tong Tong looked back at Qin Doudou who had fallen asleep.

"I left Qin Doudou's recording equipment to Liang Haishen, haha, go back to Nanjing and give him another set."

Tong Tong: "..." As long as you are happy, the equipment belongs to your studio anyway.

Everyone in the car was asleep. It took more than ten hours of mountain road from Ronghe to the airport. After turning around several hills, Tongtong's cell phone got a signal. He received a WeChat message from Leng Chao two days ago De: Have you finished filming yet?When are you going back to Nanjing?

Tong Tong replied: On the way to the airport, what's the matter?

After a while, Leng Chao came back: I still decided to withdraw, you should come back for a while.

Tong Tong said: Good.

Having not looked at the phone for many days, Tong Tong will open Leng Chao's circle of friends and find a blank space, not sure if it is locked or emptied.

He sighed, not for himself, but deeply felt that Leng Chao had suffered too many disasters in his life.

The author says:

there tomorrow