tokyo voice

In the humid and hot environment, it seems that water can be squeezed out with a handful of air. This kind of humidity accompanies every four seasons in Iwate Prefecture.The crew members were so hot that they got up early for activities.Yin Ze can freely control the depth and length of sleep, and there is no case of not having a good rest, but he would rather go out for a walk than listening to cross talk.

At night, the starry sky is bright, and there are small fireflies flying.

In the misty green hills, the man walks along the winding path covered by big trees with his hands behind his back, looking forward to the endless green seedlings.

"Ten years ago, the summer here was quite cool, but now with the temperature rise, there are sales of air conditioners." Sitting in front of the door, the old woman said.The lost cub was clinging to its mother, looking at the world with dog eyes with a grievance.

"Do you live alone?"

"And my husband."

In fact, it was the grandfather who drove over yesterday and asked for directions.

Call it a coincidence, but there are not many people in the village, which is quite normal.

"What movie did you make?" the old man asked, shaking his fan.

"Uh, an urban woman goes back to her hometown in the countryside to be self-reliant, to do work and cook." Yin Ze said.

"The director was still looking for villagers who were willing to show up. But acting is such a professional thing, how can we do it?" the grandfather said again.

"It's not necessarily true. Facts have proved that you can be a big name if you don't know how to act." Yin Zeruo said seriously, and then added, "I've only acted in one play."

"The young man is so handsome, he looks like he would be on the screen." The old man praised.

"And he is very kind. He even helped me find the puppy yesterday evening. My eyesight is not good. It's getting dark and it's really not easy to find it in the field." The old woman said kindly, "By the way, Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No." Yin Ze, who was concentrating on teasing the dog, was refreshed.

"We cooked porridge, drink some if you don't mind, you still can't have an empty stomach in the morning." The old woman said.

"This, is this appropriate?" Yin Ze said.

"What's wrong with that?" the old man said briskly.

"That's troublesome." Yin Ze showed a sunny and cheerful smile.

Crispy pickles, warm meat porridge, accompanied by the singing of birds and the yearning gaze of the old dog nestled at the feet, the morning in the country is considered complete.

"When will you turn it on, can I go and watch it?" The old man was full of enthusiasm, "It's rare to have interesting young people like you come to the village..."

"Since the director had previously wanted to find villagers to appear in the film, it should be possible." Yin Ze said.

"You're so interested, why don't you apply for a passer-by job, and there's a crew member here." The old woman joked with her wife, "After participating in the show, you'll be considered a star, and you can show off to your granddaughter after the filming is over."

"Haha, it seems to be the case." The old man also answered the words playfully, "Then after I finish my work in the morning, I'll go see if I can get some shots."

"The old man is so energetic, he looks like the most handsome guy in our village back then." Yin Ze raised his thumb while drinking porridge.

"That's right, I used to be a resident singer in the ballroom, and the small steps are very elegant." The old man rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed with memories.

"To capture someone like you, our grandmother must have been a great beauty before." Yin Ze said again.

"I want to emphasize one point, he was the one who chased me first." The old woman said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, it's not easy." The old man nodded repeatedly.

"As the saying goes, how deep is the love, how deep is the deep mountain sunset and deep autumn rain." Yin Ze said with emotion, "There are too many picture books about love in the world. I saw the two unswerving heads, and I realized that the classics from ancient times to the present are not deceiving."

"Hmph, it's just him, forget it, he only complains all day long, that is to say, at this age, he can't live without him, just deal with it to live." The old woman snorted softly.

"Young man, as someone who has experienced it, I want to teach you. No matter how old this woman is, she will always be shy in front of the person she likes." The old man said seriously.

"It's not serious at such an age, so hurry up and take your hoe and go to the field." The old woman frowned.

"Okay, okay." The old man waved his hand to show his compliance.

"Let me carry it for you, anyway, I have to go back along the road." Seeing this, Yin Ze drank the porridge with his head raised, put the bowls and chopsticks away, and took the initiative to carry the hoe.

...

Director Mori Masaichi was polishing the script, walking around looking for inspiration for the shot.

There is a serious loss of young people here, and there are only a few old people left in the village. Whenever there are meetings to discuss farming, the old faces with gray hair gather together.It is a pity that the former elementary school has also been abolished.

"Why do you want to make this kind of movie with almost zero sense of story?" A colleague who came to visit the class next to him asked.

"How long has it been since you calmed down and had a good meal?"

Mori folded his hands together and spoke slowly.

"Every grain of rice absorbs the dew in every rainy day and basks in the sunshine in every bright day, before it grows into a mature grain of rice, and then becomes a white and fat rice. It is waiting for you to taste it, wait for it But you often swallow it casually while chatting and laughing with people, even without chewing. Maybe it’s because you’re bored, and you have to be accompanied by a large-scale variety show to eat it, or you’re in a hurry, and you have to— Eating while answering text messages and emails. The way we live, it’s a waste of money.”

"This is your core? Instead of discussing farming life like a documentary. No wonder you have to use handsome men and women as actors, and you have to put on a beautiful filter." The colleague nodded thoughtfully.

"It's enough that the meaning can be conveyed. Farming can't be easy and comfortable. I also have self-knowledge. Like this kind of movie, if the actors are not good-looking, it will be terrible." Mori smiled a few times, "The small crowd also There is a niche audience."

"Has the staff basically arrived?"

"Well, Ms. Hashii and Ms. Matsuoka are here today. I have to send a car to pick them up later, otherwise it will be quite a struggle to get here from the city."

"Isn't there another actor?" asked the colleague.

"Oh, yes. He arrived yesterday, and he drove here by himself... Obviously just give me a call, I really don't want to cause trouble for others." Senzheng nodded.

The director recalled the story of someone looking for a dog last night, so he can probably guess the character of this young actor.

Is it that kind?

The old-fashioned and warm-hearted type, with an obvious image of a playboy, really can't be judged by appearances.

However, this is not the case... mainly because someone really does not know that there is a car to pick them up.

The manager who was far away in the sky sneezed, and he scratched his hair in doubt, feeling as if he had forgotten something trivial.

"The one who played Ronin Kenshin, right?" The colleague obviously has seen that popular movie, "That artist's acting skills are quite good. If he was really an amateur before, then he is indeed very talented."

"Uh, he is an active seiyuu, and he is very popular in the industry." Masaichi Mori said, "After all, I negotiated with his agent, and both the agent and I are registered under the seiyuu firm."

"Seiyuu?" The colleague was taken aback, "I've heard that there is a wave of multi-dwelling development of seiyuu. But the competition for seiyuu is so fierce now? He didn't find a substitute for his actions in Ronin Jianxin?"

"The industry is so big, it's completely understandable that there are a few wizards..." Mori Masaichi didn't know more details, so he could only say this.

"Hmm. But his debut is a hit movie, and he is so versatile, the most important thing is that he is young. Will he be willing to play such a small supporting role and show so much in the second step of the film and television career?" The colleague wondered .

"Haha, you're overthinking this. Others are dedicated and don't bother anyone. Driving to the set by himself is just one of them. He took the initiative to show his thoughts to me and was willing to cooperate fully. Between words, he only wanted to The enthusiasm for helping to complete the film has no profit at all." Mori Zhengyi said with emotion, "When I first arrived, I took the initiative to help the crew with work, move equipment, and stand by the cooking utensils to take care of the fire. It is really a traditional film and television person... And His poker skills are also good, and he won three packs of cigarettes against the assistant director after only helping me play a few hands."

This sounds like a very charming personality.

The peers looked slightly sideways.

Is it so good?

Get together in one night?

"So, where is he?" The colleague couldn't help but also wanted to see and see.

"It's not clear. He got up very early, and it seems that he went to see the scenery nearby. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, he will be ready to start the machine later, and he will be back when the time comes." Mori shrugged.

The colleague was here to visit the class, and he was not in a hurry to leave so early, so he nodded.

The two continued to walk on the edge of the field, gesticulating from time to time, discussing shots and composition.

At this time, a man walked up to him.With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding a plastic bag, his untrimmed hair fell casually on his forehead and sideburns. With a grass in his mouth, he looked at the mountains and clouds in the distance.Refreshing, unrestrained, and a little decadent.

The lush greenery set off his ruddy skin, and there was a vague smile on his face.

In the passing countryside, the rice ears are fragrant, the trees are sprouting leaves, and the stream is gurgling.

The prose-like texture of the novel is too strong.

Get off the train in the blue sky, go back and forth silently, suddenly feel Xia Chang, and yesterday's smoke and dust, overflowing the white wall.The small town is deserted, I received a postcard from you, and the handwritten poems are full of fragrance...

The composition and angle of view are so wonderful that the two directors paused their conversation and went away out of professional instinct.

"...?"

Yin Ze was walking on the road, and he was suddenly stared at by two male compatriots opposite, he couldn't help hesitating.

A brief silence.

"Where have you been?" Mori Zhengyi took the initiative to ask.

"It's nothing. I met a few enthusiastic villagers. I have nothing to do anyway, so I helped them weed some grass. Then they gave me some fruits. The villagers are so sincere." Yin Ze showed the big plastic bag in his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old woman and the old man from Tian Kan waving towards him.The man naturally shook his hand in response.That appearance is as familiar and natural as a neighbor who has lived here for seven or eight years.

Maybe this person should be allowed to discuss the matter of borrowing a house for accommodation.As soon as Mori Zheng encountered such a way, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Director, make one?" Yin Ze took out a big apple from a plastic bag.

"Oh, thank you." As soon as Senzheng took it, he wiped it with his sleeve and took a bite. It was sweet and delicious.

"This big brother also has one." Although Yin Ze didn't know the person next to the director, and he didn't remember him at all when he played cards last night, his enthusiasm didn't affect at all.

"……thanks."

"Are you here?" Yin Ze asked smoothly.

"Look at the scene and look for the seat." Mori Masaichi said simply.

"Ah, that's fine. You are busy, I'll go back to the tent first." Yin Ze understood.

"Let's go together. The other actors will arrive in the afternoon, and we have already made preparations." Mori Zhengyi said.

"That's fine, do you want to make another one?" Yin Ze was about to pick out some fruit again.

"Enough is enough, I haven't finished eating this yet." Senzheng ate.

The crew's lunch was very simple. Auntie Cook bought vegetables and meat at the village office, borrowed the kitchen, and made a big pot. Everyone lined up to scoop it up.Unexpectedly, after many years of graduation, I would be lucky enough to see the rumored three-shake skill of the rice spoon again, which is so nostalgic.

After the meal, everyone took a short rest habitually.

In the man's suspicious eyes, the director answered a phone call, and then asked a staff member to drive a van to pick up other actors.

Could it be that my encounter with the little farm girl in the countryside was an accident? ?

Soon, soon.The van is back.After seeing the car, the crew members also started to go to work and took action.The man finally got to meet the rest of the cast as well.

"Haha, let me introduce, this is Satoru Takizawa who plays Yuta." The director said in the center, facing left and right, "This is Ai Hashii who plays the heroine Ichiko. This is Miyu Matsuoka who plays Yoshiko."

Anyone who can be an actor will not be bad in appearance.The two actresses are both in their youth, and standing together is really pleasing to the eye.

The three greeted each other as usual.

"It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice." Miyu Matsuoka is that kind of traditional Japanese girl.Transparency, freshness, neighborliness, sweetness.

"It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice." Ai Hashii has a model temperament.

"Teach me a lot. Do you two eat apples?" The man just opened the plastic bag again.

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The two actresses were a little slow, but they still took the fruit with both hands, thank you.

It is worth mentioning that no matter who these two are, the number of works in the film and television industry far exceeds that of someone.Hashii Ai debuted in 08, and Matsuoka Miyu in 07, so even in terms of qualifications, someone is the shallowest.It can be said that he is the oldest and the lowest in rank.

As an entertainer, I am still too young, and there is still a long way to go before the light, and there is a long way to go.

Yin Ze didn't have much communication with the two beautiful actresses, one is that work is about to start, and he has to rush to change clothes, and the other is that as long as he thinks of filming, the ideal of a hero deep in his heart is burning, and he can't let him think about it.

Of course, it is impossible to shoot a movie according to the timeline of the plot. How can there be that time? Of course, according to various factors such as environment, time, schedule, etc., it is divided into one category and one category for centralized shooting.

Sometimes the beginning and the finale are right next to each other. We met for the first time just now, and the next scene will be you and me, parting with tears in life and death. This laugh will end with crying.So being an actor is still a technical job, and whatever emotions you want, you have to come up immediately.

Just like now, the actor and actress who just met will immediately become a pair of old acquaintances from their hometown.

...

Minivans loaded with live fish drive along village lanes.

"Yuta, why did you come back to Komori?" said the girl in the co-pilot, "I thought you would definitely use going to school as an excuse to leave here."

"Of course, that's what I planned too. So I found a job there."

The boy in overalls said his cheeks were stained with sweat from physical labor and there were some short stubble around his lips.

"In Komori, the words spoken there are different. I don't mean the dialect. I respect people who can responsibly express what they have actually done and their inner feelings. I hate it when I don't do anything, think I know everything, just move what other people have done from right to left, and listen to these shallow and arrogant people talking empty words.

The boy frowned slightly, and then quickly let go, his eyes cast towards the green field outside the window.Half narrative, half self-questioning.

"I don't want to live the life of being killed by others, but still complaining about the way of killing people."

...

"Cut—" Sen Zhengyi, who was guarding in front of the machine, shouted.