Yanyun Fengyue

"The snow has melted, and it's very cold these days." Lu Jingyun looked at his flushed cheeks, "Apart from shooting better, you don't have the quality of a soldier at all, and your self-management ability is too poor."

Huai Yan was still pondering the meaning of his words, Lu Jingyun had already taken off his dark green cloak and put it on Huai Yan's shoulders.

Huai Yan smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood on the cloak, and felt a strong attachment in his heart. He wanted to thank him, but he couldn't bear to destroy the quiet and peaceful atmosphere at this time.

"The identities of those three people have not been found, most of them are bastards found in the dark alley. I wanted to start with you Jinghua to investigate, but Xu Zhengyang basically did not provide any clues. It has been a long time, and you are fine for the time being. The case was dismissed by the police...the only thing I can do is these, you have to be more careful when you are in Yanyun City from now on."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu..." Huai Yan suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, lowered his head for a moment, hot tears fell on the stone teeth, and the cold wind engraved tiny lines of ice.

Lu Jingyun looked at the wet spot, then looked back, "It was said that you would call it a day on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, but today is 27, why is Xu Zhengyang still not moving?"

"It's all my fault." Huai Yan explained the progress that he had fallen behind, and Lu Jingyun said indifferently: "It's a problem with the script. Many emotions in the book are too fake and full. People who have really experienced it, On the contrary, there will be no such intense performance.”

How clever Huai Yan was, he had caught the meaning behind Lu Jingyun's words at this time, and he asked softly, "Has Mr. Lu experienced such a thing?"

Lu Jingyun's eyes were as cold as ice, "The treacherous changes on the battlefield can also be written into the art of war with blood lessons to alert future generations. But you will never be able to guess people's hearts. Driven by interests, you will often grow up with you Big, your comrades who have been through life and death with you, draw their swords at you when you don't expect it. You are surprised, puzzled, and angry at first, but when countless people die in front of you, you don't have the heart to think about it, and your heart is like cement. Pouring up, it's numb to see anything."

"You will step on their corpses and continue to fight. The army boots are full of sticky blood, as if you can glue your toes together. Eagles and crows are flying over the sky to peck at the corpses. As soon as the snow falls on the ground, it will be stained. Turned red." Lu Jingyun recalled the tragedy of the Songyuan battle eight years ago, his face still did not fluctuate in the slightest, but his eyes were more sad, "It is also because of this battle that I have never seen a relative again, he should have died And since then, I've been like a dead man."

Huai Yan suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill and despair, unable to utter a word, his heart throbbed in pain, and it became very difficult to breathe, because Lu Jingyun had experienced it, he seemed to be able to empathize with it.

The empathy of empathy is not completely without reason and can be picked up, but it is the starting point of deeply implanting affection in the heart.Huai Yan didn't know this truth at the time, he just had a very ridiculous idea, even if such a dangerous and frightening battlefield, he still wished to go back and feel the experience.

How did Lu Jingyun know that Huai Yan had already felt such heartbreaking pain because of him, he originally only spoke for the purpose of helping his performance, but when he mentioned the old man just now, it was already an expression of his heart .

Regarding the matter of that person, he has not said a word to the outside world for eight years, but every time he faces Huai Yan, he has this urge to talk, even though the identity of the person in front of him is still in doubt.

It may be because he is too similar to him, maybe he has not completely become a cold-blooded machine, or maybe the imprint of his youth on this life is too deep and too deep.

He lowered his eyes and saw that Huai Yan had tears in his eyes. Instead, he withdrew from the memory first, and his tone became more relaxed, "Later I saw this comrade again, this time he was a prisoner of war. The place where we met , is a death row."

Huai Yan raised his head when he heard the words, clusters of pine branches printed natural patterns on his face and body, and his moist and bright eyes were embedded in them, filled with moonlight.

"You must not guess what we said." Lu Jingyun looked at him, his voice softened unconsciously, "I drank a few cups with him, ate the meals I usually ate, and talked about childhood stories. Even if he let him I died once, and I would pull the trigger on his head at dawn, but the whole process was calm, not as hysterical as he wrote, and he didn't talk about politics at all-he has made such a choice, and What is there to talk about? Standing, once you stand on the opposite side, you can’t come back.”

Huai Yan stayed up all night. He went back to his tent and studied Liang Wenmo's script again. He suddenly understood why Lu Jingyun didn't like this novel. He understood Liang Wenmo's desire to enrich the experiences of the characters and create a three-dimensional image. , but Liang Wenmo still lacks some empathy. He likes to put the hero and heroine in extremely romantic scenes. He is a master at writing about love, but he is not an expert at writing about human nature.For some plots, his perspective is high and taken for granted, which caused Xie Diping himself to be a contradictory body in this scene, and the performance was naturally wrong.

Huai Yan came up with a bold idea, he wanted to get rid of the shackles of the script, and use his own "separation" method to grasp the scene.He repeatedly recalled the experience of landing Lu Jingyun, and drew the scene at that time with a pen. After drawing a few pictures, he found that his face was already in tears. What he drew was Lu Jingyun's figure, and what he substituted was his own heart.Huai Yan had a new idea for the performance of the play, he went out and saw that the tent of the actor Ji Zhou who was playing opposite him was still lit, so he quietly went to look for him.

"Director Xu, can we add some props today? Rice wine and a few dishes of side dishes are fine." When they came to the set the next day, everyone noticed that Huai Yan's mood had changed. There hasn't been a show at all since last night.

Xu Zhengyang took a closer look at his condition, and went to ask someone to prepare without asking any questions.

"The wintersweet bushes in front of the yard have been cut down." In front of the camera, Huai Yan took off his military cap, lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, then opened his palm, and some dry plum petals fell from his fingers, as in the movie The two child actors from Xie Diping used to play in the wintersweet bushes at Xie Diping's house, and they secretly tasted the rice wine that the adults had kept in the kitchen for several years that night.Huai Yan picked some fallen petals and put them in the book, which will come in handy now.

There was a hint of surprise in Ji Zhou's eyes, and then he smiled wryly, "Really?" After a pause, he said again: "Di Ping, you finally understand that nothing is static."

"Director Xu, Huai Yan didn't follow the script..." the photography assistant quietly gestured to Xu Zhengyang.

"Follow closely." Xu Zhengyang waved his hand to signal the cooperation of all the planes.

They talked in a relaxed and steady tone, talking about some small things, dipped the ends of chopsticks in rice wine, put them in their mouths, and then smiled knowingly.The winter seems cold and warm, but the wind ruthlessly stirs up the remnant snow and blows open the closed windows. The plum petals dance and flutter past the shoulder emblems of their military uniforms of different colors, and then slide silently to the room. corner.

"Give me a gun and have a good time."

"Okay."

Huai Yan put the gun on the table, and then stepped out the door. The door was blown by the wind, and it swayed and did not close. Ji Zhou put the muzzle of the gun on his temple with a smile, but when he pressed the trigger, he stretched out his arms to forward!

At the same time, Huai Yan also turned around, pulled out Browning from the cloak, and quickly exploded the blood bag on Ji Zhou's chest. Ji Zhou fell down under the shocked eyes of everyone, Huai Yan glanced at him, Turned around and walked forward.

On his peaceful and quiet face, two dignified and crystal clear tears dripped down. This is a set of close-up shots. There is not much expression on his impeccable appearance, but it conveys an unspeakable sadness.

Huai Yan walked out of the camera, leaned over and gasped for breath, tears fell straight into the muddy snow, the surrounding was surprisingly quiet, as if everyone had been frozen, after a few snaps of the fingers, Cheers and cheers came like a tide.