After black and red traffic fell in love with farming

The torrential rain is like a waterfall falling down, and everything in the world becomes extremely small and insignificant in the white rain curtain.Shen Zhiyan stood at the door of the room, staring blankly at the rain curtain in the yard, and then across the yard looking out at the dotted world.

He slept too late yesterday, and now that he woke up, his mind was still dazed, and he just looked outside so stupidly.After a while, amidst the sound of the rain, his consciousness slowly came back, and his eyes finally became bright.

The moment he woke up, he slapped his thigh violently and said loudly: "My dish!"

With this sound, Shen Zhiyan shivered violently, he went back to the room with his shoulders in his arms, pulled his oversized super warm down jacket out of the cabinet and put it on his body.Because of the rain, the room was dark and dark. He was about to turn on the lights, only to find out whether it was a power outage or something. The power supply in the room was dark, and he connected the charger without any response.

New messages kept popping up on his phone. He opened the crew's group, and saw that the logistics staff had sent everyone a group message, informing everyone that it was raining and taking a day off.In case someone didn't see it, he also private messaged those who didn't reply.

Shen Zhiyan replied "received", put down the phone and walked out the door again.

The continuous rain blocked his way. He hesitated for a while standing in the corridor. When he saw the grandma coming back from the outside, his eyes lit up, and he ran over and asked:

"Grandma, can you lend me your raincoat for a while?"

"Yes, yes." Grandma took off her raincoat without haste, and said slowly, "Where are you going? It's raining so hard, don't run around."

"I see!" Shen Zhiyan put on a raincoat and rushed out of the yard, and when he walked out of the threshold, he turned around and waved: "I'll be back soon, don't worry!"

The land in front of Shen Zhiyan's house is very close, Shen Zhiyan built a simple shed not long after the seeds germinated, and now the raindrops kept hitting the shed, making a crisp pattering sound, just like the music of nature and manpower ensemble.But the cultivation base on the mountain (Shen Zhiyan's self-proclaimed one) is bad, because the terrain is sloping, and the soft soil is easy to lose with the water flow.Under the heavy rain, I don't know whether the young shoots will suffer heavy losses, or whether they will be washed down with the rain along with the soil.

Shen Zhiyan was anxious, and in the heavy rain, a vigorous body wearing a raincoat slowly and steadily climbed up the mountain.In front of him was his planting base, but Shen Zhiyan was stunned looking at the scene opposite, and forgot to speak for a while.

Two uncles also wearing raincoats came from the ridge with hoes on their shoulders, their faces could not be seen clearly in the shower, only they could vaguely see them laughing and shouting in a rough voice: "Young man, is that your land? It's grown pretty well."

"When the rain stops, remove the tarpaulin yourself."

"Yeah!" Shen Zhiyan shouted, "Thank you two uncles!"

The uncle passed by him and walked slowly to the distance, Shen Zhiyan looked at the field covered with tarpaulin in front of him, a smile slowly appeared on his face, he turned his head and walked back.

When he got home, Grandma was sitting on the corridor peeling peas. The inside of the room was dark, but the outside was also much better. Shen Zhiyan was worried about her eyes, so he stepped forward to help her.Grandma said cheerfully:

"well."

Shen Zhiyan was ready to help when grandma was cooking, but grandma said, "I'll do it myself, you don't even know how to use the stove, right? Don't worry, grandma has been here for so many years."

Shen Zhiyan was persuaded by her, he watched the rain in the yard for a while, the rain was already light.The damp and cold air in the mountain village is both familiar and unfamiliar. The low old-fashioned houses and the invisible mountains are mixed with the stimulation brought to him by everything in the past few days and today. The biting and fresh feeling is like an electric current. Shen Zhiyan could feel the familiar numbness welling up in his heart.

He unconsciously walked to his room, closed the door, and kept writing down the overflowing things in his mind in the dark and narrow corner of the desk.

......

By the time he stood up hammering his stiff shoulders, it was already three hours later.He seemed to be suffering from a serious illness, and stuffed the draft on the table into his bag in disgust.Then he took a deep breath and walked out of the room with ease.

"You came out." Grandma was sitting in the corridor eating, and when she saw him coming out, she pointed to the inside and said, "The rice is hot in the pot, you can take it out and eat it yourself."

Shen Zhiyan complained: "Grandma, you don't even wait for me."

Grandma: "You shouldn't even tell me."

"..." Shen Zhiyan knew he was wrong, so he obediently went to the kitchen to serve food.He was stunned when he lifted the lid of the pot. The pot was not pure white rice, but rice mixed with other unknown crops.

He took a sip of the rice after putting it into a bowl.

"Ah, delicious."

He came out with the rice: "Grandma, what kind of rice is this?"

"Sweet potato rice."

"Sweet potato rice?" Shen Zhiyan recalled the taste of sweet potato, it seems to be this taste.

"Can sweet potatoes be steamed with rice? I thought it could only be used for roasted sweet potatoes or sweet potato porridge, or baked sweet potatoes."

"This is the way we used to eat, but now you don't eat it. At that time, we were poor, and we had no rice to eat, so we could only eat sweet potatoes. We are very happy to have sweet potato rice at home."

Shen Zhiyan has never experienced that era, but he also knows the pain of that time.The elderly grandma in front of her seemed to be caught in the memories of the past. While telling him how difficult and happy the family was in the past, she focused on describing the seemingly difficult but full of variety of food in the past years.

"The old man used to make sweet potatoes for me. The sweet potatoes he grows are so delicious, they are different from the ones now..."

"Will sweet potatoes be different?"

"Of course it's different. The old man grows it himself, which is particularly glutinous and delicious. Back then, we ate it every day and never got tired of it. Now it's different. The sweet potatoes grown by the old man are not as delicious as the ones grown by the old man."

Shen Zhiyan watched Grandma stand up slowly and walked to the kitchen, and said to the system:

"Do you think the taste of sweet potatoes will be very different? Of course I know that there are delicious and bad ones on the market, but this sweet potato is delicious." He ate it, it was sweet and fragrant!

The system looked at the expressions of the people in the city: "There are many kinds of sweet potatoes, and the growing conditions are different, of course the taste will be different. For you city people, maybe the only difference between roasted sweet potatoes and steamed sweet potatoes is sweet potatoes. "

Shen Zhiyan: "..." You are attacking personally.

When the rain stopped in the afternoon, Shen Zhiyan went for a walk in the village when he had nothing to do.After the rain, it cleared up, the mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the green and green colors were washed and fresh.Breathing the moist and fresh air, Shen Zhiyan found the director chatting with the village uncle under a big tree in the center of the village.

Except when filming, director Jiang always looks like an old man who is indifferent to the world, no different from the old people in the village. Right now they are chatting about what kind of crops to plant in spring, and which house will get married in autumn. , when Shen Zhiyan walked over, he just saw him and greeted him loudly:

"Zhiyan, you are here, come here, come here, we are talking about whether it is better to grow wheat or rice, don't you know how to farm? Come and tell us."

Shen Zhiyan walked over helplessly, the sun shot down from behind the white clouds, and the people next door moved out stools on the flat concrete floor to entertain guests, Shen Zhiyan brought one over and sat down, saying:

"Wheat and rice have their own planting environment. Although modern technology can change fate against the sky, for the sake of the future, it is best to follow the laws of nature."

Jiang Yiping turned his head and complained to the elder brother of the villager: "This young man talks in a different way, it's really uncomfortable to listen to."

"Director Jiang, don't take your anger out on me. It's not my fault that you can't film for a day. Money and wealth are things outside of us. Safety is the most important thing." He said earnestly.

Jiang Yiping: "Hey you kid..."

The two people were talking cross talk at each other, and suddenly someone shouted: "Call, call!"

"Is there a call?" Jiang Yiping looked at the lights that suddenly turned on in several households, and stood up: "I have been nagging my brother for too long, please be busy, I have also gone back, and the clothes at home have not been washed yet."

The old villagers smiled and watched as the old and the young turned a corner and gradually disappeared.

Seeing that Shen Zhiyan was still following him, Jiang Yiping asked puzzledly: "What's the matter, is there anything else?"

"Yes." Shen Zhiyan said:

"Before, Xiao Zhang found me a bottle of 04 white wine. Don't you like dry white wine the most? You are free tonight anyway. Would you like to treat me to dinner?"

"I want to treat you to dinner if you want to drink...Go, call Lao Liu and Lao Wu."

In the end, five people gathered together for the evening meal, namely the high-status director Jiang and producer Liu, the middle-status Wu Qianling and Han Xiangfeng, and the low-status Shen Zhiyan.In order to protect his throat, Shen Zhiyan didn't drink much, so he prepared appetizers for a few people and went to the kitchen.

Director Jiang said again and again: "How embarrassing, this is my house..."

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Shen Zhiyan turned back and said, "How dare you five do it? Didn't you tell me to do it myself last time? I will do it myself now. Sit down and wait for me to perform."

Shen Zhiyan convinced Director Jiang and walked into the kitchen.After a while, I heard the sound of banging pots and bowls inside.Director Jiang was served comfortably by this kid, and he opened the wine and poured it for several people with a smile on his face.

"Hey, tell me, two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and we've only been filming this scene for three months, and it will be over in another month."

"That's right." Liu Liyuan said: "And Xiao Shen won't be able to shoot for a month, so in ten or so days, the filming will be finished, right?"

"It's finished, it's hard for him to accompany us to film this country drama, and he still stands in front of everything. I really haven't had a good rest every day."

For four months, they all looked at the young people who were busy in the kitchen. As old people, seniors, Shen Zhiyan's hard work was all in their eyes.Leaving director Jiang and producer Liu aside, Wu Qianling and Han Xiangfeng are the main actors in the play. Originally, many scenes, including other actors' emotional mobilization, were supposed to be led by them. Now they can film so smoothly and easily because of Shen Zhiyan undertook part of the work they had to do.

It can be said without humility that Shen Zhiyan, as an actor in this play, together with Han Xiangfeng, has assumed the two major responsibilities of the soul of acting and the soul of emotion in this crew.

Jiang Yiping slowly retracted his gaze:

"If this was two months ago, I would have never thought of it..."

There is no need to explain the rest.

There were only Chinese cabbage, eggs and some meat in the kitchen. Looking at the overall situation, Shen Zhiyan felt that nothing good could be made with these dishes.He is going to pick some vegetables in his own vegetable garden. His mustard greens and water spinach are already small, and the shallots are even more lush.He took off his apron and walked to "home", when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly on the way, he picked it up and took a look——

"Hey, sister Tong..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was rarely serious: "Are you on the set now?"

"Uh, of course."

"I'll arrange a plane for you, and you'll come back immediately. The leader of country K visited our country in the past few days. During the dinner yesterday, we invited him to watch the routine performance after the visit. He specified that you should perform "One City"."

......

......

At two o'clock in the morning at the Beijing Airport, a young man wrapped in several layers, under the protection of several bodyguards, quickly and quietly passed through the VIP channel, and soon walked into a black Mercedes-Benz that had been waiting for a long time.

Gao Tong sat beside him, looked him up and down quickly, and said, "I lost weight."

Shen Zhiyan: "Uh, it's all turned into muscles."

Gao Tong just pretended not to understand this euphemistic complaint about being too tired from work. She straightened her face and said, "Time is running out. Let me briefly explain the situation to you."

"The performance will be at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. As the third performance, the time will be between 2:2 and 40:20. The overall person in charge of the performance is Zhang Lin. He has rich experience in theatrical performances and directors. He has worked in the CCTV General Administration for more than [-] years and has rich experience. But as a traditional artist and an old-school director, you must communicate with him well and make sure there are no conflicts."

Seeing that Shen Zhiyan was silent, she glanced at him again, and reiterated: "I know you are strict with your performance, but I hope that if you have any different opinions on performance with Director Zhang Lin, please respect him." .If you really can't give in, call me and don't think about solving it yourself, okay?"

Shen Zhiyan nodded.

Gao Tong looked at him with a mild tone: "The rehearsal time is [-]:[-] in the morning. You still have time. You should rest first. We will take you directly to the nearest hotel. You will stay there for the next two days."

Shen Zhiyan nodded. He had a rest on the plane just now, but now that she was nagging him all the time, his head hurt again.He leaned on the back of the seat and whispered:

"Then I'm going to sleep, call me at the hotel."

"it is good."

The windows of the car are well protected against light, and the street lights on both sides of the road, which are bright and dark, can hardly penetrate into the Mercedes-Benz. Under a small yellowish light on the roof, Shen Zhiyan slowly closed his eyes, his soft black hair stuck to the leather chair On the back, the fair and flawless skin revealed a warm luster.

......

Shen Zhiyan actually met Zhang Lin once before.That was three years ago. At that time, he had just returned to China and had a great reputation, but he was too young and energetic.That year, he participated in the Spring Festival Gala for the first time, and his heart was mixed with anxiety and excitement. In the backstage of the second rehearsal, he saw a person.The man has a strong aura, and one can feel the coldness on him from a distance.

After he came in, the director who was joking with them in the lounge stood up and quickly went up to him and shouted:

"Director Wang."

The man glanced in casually, and when he looked away from Shen Zhiyan, there was a bit of disdain and contempt in his eyes.Shen Zhiyan was looking over there curiously, but was suddenly pinned in place by this look, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Later he asked other staff members who it was, and they replied that it was director Zhang Lin.

After three years, when I saw director Zhang Lin again, he still seemed to disdain himself.

Shen Zhiyan watched Zhang Lin walk into the backstage with serious steps, his eyes scanned the audience, and finally fixed on Shen Zhiyan.Surrounded by several young performers, Shen Zhiyan saw Zhang Lin looking over and stood up straight one by one, pretending to have something to do and walking away.Zhang Lin walked towards him and said:

"Hello, Shen Zhiyan. I want to talk to you about your program."

"Okay." Shen Zhiyan stood up and said, "Where are you going?"

"Come with me." Zhang Lin led him into a conference room. After closing the door, he turned on the computer and projector, projecting the stage and auditorium onto it.Pass him another copy of the stage design.

"Look at it. The overall song length, arrangement and lyrics have not changed, but stage performances have been added. In the early and late drama singing sessions, professional Peking Opera actors will follow the performance."

Shen Zhiyan quickly passed the manuscript.

"The pop music part in the middle, Peking opera actors exit? How is the exit method? Will it cause confusion?"

"No, they are all professional old actors. They have participated in several performances in the theater, and they know the whole stage very well, and there will be scenes to cooperate with them to exit."

Shen Zhiyan still frowned, he was not very satisfied with this proposal from the very beginning.

"The highlight of the song "One City" is the treble and tremolo in the transition between traditional drama and pop music, and the sharp contrast between vocal cords and vocals to stimulate the audience's sensory stimulation. If too many visual elements are added, the auditory stimulation will be weakened , but it will not achieve the effect of enjoying the song. I do not recommend adding extra performances."

Zhang Lin seemed to have never heard of it.

"Increasing stage performances is also the opinion of the above. The purpose of the performances for foreign friends is to show the cultural characteristics of our country. And your song just fits this theme, so I invite you to perform. I hope you can understand."

He said he understood, but his attitude revealed an order-like arrogance.Shen Zhiyan's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to argue with him, Gao Tong's explanation in the car suddenly flashed through his mind.He took a breath and said slowly:

"I am a person who makes decisions only after seeing the results. We don't need to draw conclusions now. We can see the effect after the rehearsal. We can discuss this matter after the rehearsal is over."

Zhang Lin raised her eyelids and looked at him: "Okay."

The order of the rehearsals was in accordance with the actual performances. The first rehearsal started at 09:30 in the morning. Shen Zhiyan waited unhurriedly and watched two performances by the way.When it was his turn, he had no problem moving his performance. Looking from the audience, he felt that his mentality was off the charts, and he made a small theater performance look like a concert.

When it was over, he immediately went down to look at the camera.

The early stage was fine, but in the second half, he was always frowning.

"I still don't think so. The performance of the two Peking Opera actors has greatly distracted the focus of the whole stage."

Zhang Lin said lightly: "Your performance, including the actors' positioning, is perfect."

Shen Zhiyan was almost laughed angrily by him, he resisted his anger and said: "This performance, the shape is not scattered but the spirit is scattered. For a performance, it is no problem, but as a high-level performance, it is undoubtedly a failure of."

Zhang Lin looked at him: "The failure you mentioned refers to this performance or to you. If you want everyone's focus to be on you, you can perform any solo in your concert. But in In this theater, you can only be a part of it.”

Shen Zhiyan laughed back angrily, and said: "So you want to make a lively, festive and encouraging song, so you can tell me in advance next time, I have many songs suitable for this stage."

Zhang Lin gave him a cold look, and the two broke up unhappy.There was another rehearsal in the afternoon. Shen Zhiyan participated in the whole rehearsal upholding professional ethics. After the rehearsal, he found Zhang Lin again and proposed to cancel the extra drama performance.

Zhang Lin denied it again.

Both of them were stubborn. After the two rehearsals, Shen Zhiyan left, and soon Gao Tong called. He explained what happened today on the phone. Gao Tong was silent for a moment, saying that he would find a way.

But that night he received another call from Gao Tong, and she said on the phone that there was nothing she could do.In fact, Shen Zhiyan had already expected this result. The entertainment industry and this kind of traditional national performances were completely different. Even the elderly in the entertainment industry might not be able to listen to others, let alone the respected seniors in the art circle.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyan was looking up at the high-rise building in front of him. The community located in the corner of the not-so-busy street in Beijing presented an elegant tranquility in the night. The shadow danced, reflecting the face of the young security guard who was on duty in the security room.

"Don't worry, Sister Tong." Shen Zhiyan let out a breath slowly, and said gently and rationally: "I won't have conflicts with director Zhang Lin, I understand."

After comforting the other side, he walked towards the gate of the community.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Shen Zhiyan took off his mask.

"You are......"

"I'm Shen Zhiyan, I'm looking for Teacher Zhang Lin. Do I need to register?"

"Uh, please register here."

Shen Zhiyan quickly wrote down his name, he paused when writing the number, then raised his head and said, "My mobile phone number..."

"It's okay, just leave it alone."

"Thank you."

The security guard scratched his cheek and said, "Do you know which unit or household the person you're looking for lives in? If I don't know, I can't call someone."

"Or you can call directly yourself."

"Okay, let me make a call." Shen Zhiyan smiled at him, turned around and took out his mobile phone, and after a few calls, someone answered the phone.

"Hello, you are......"

"Mr. Zhang, hello, I'm Shen Zhiyan." He said quickly before Zhang Lin opened his mouth: "I'm at the gate of your community, so it's convenient to tell me the exact address of your home. I have something to discuss with you."

There was a noticeable silence on the other end, and after a while, he said, "Okay, my house is in Unit 9, 403, and I'll come downstairs to pick you up."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang." Shen Zhiyan hung up the phone and smiled at the security guard again: "Then I'll go in."

"Okay, okay." The security guy quickly opened the door for him.

The author has something to say: It’s usually 8 o’clock, so it doesn’t matter tonight