This is a yellow mud house located on the edge of the bamboo forest to the west of Qingshui Village, covering an area of more than 40 square meters.
The tiles on the roof are scattered with yellow and rotten leaves. From a distance, the entire circle of the house is covered with green moss.
"Crunch."
The old, termite-eaten wooden door was gently pushed open, making a heavy friction sound.
Feng Kai was very worried that the door would suddenly fall apart when pushed...
"come in."
I don't know what happened, but when Zhou Yang stepped into the door, Feng Kai felt a gust of cold wind blowing. Standing outside and looking inside the house, he felt that the whole room was dark and damp.
Especially the half of Zhou Yang's face looking at himself outside the room, smiling like a zombie with stiff muscles.
Feng Kai walked in.
"Director Feng, do you want some tea?"
Zhou Yang's voice was very calm, but his Mandarin began to change slightly, becoming mixed with a hint of local dialect. His originally moist voice began to become dry and thick. He was clearly in his twenties, but his voice seemed to be much louder.
Twice the same.
"It will be all right."
Feng Kai's heart skipped a beat!
Inadvertently, he saw white labels taped to the wall at the entrance.
On label paper:
(His voice has a northern Shaanxi accent, and his way of speaking is very simple, with a sense of simplicity...)
(He walks neither fast nor slow, but because of years of hard work, his feet are inevitably injured, so he feels slightly lame, but he tries his best to hide his lameness and try to make himself normal)
(Because he lives with his mother all year round, his character is somewhat timid and withdrawn, and he does not like to communicate with outsiders outside the village. However, his popularity in this village is quite good, everyone is very united, and they occasionally meet together
hunt)
(Every time he hunts, he will rush to the first one and rush over desperately, because he is very strong.)
"..."
Looking at the labels one by one, Feng Kai looked at Zhou Yang blankly.
He analyzed the characters in great detail, with almost every feature, every element and every line of dialogue being extremely demanding.
He looked at Zhou Yang again. Zhou Yang was pouring tea. When the tea was poured, Zhou Yang suddenly turned his head and stared at the edge of the earthen stove.
"Mom! Here comes...a guest."
Feng Kai's fingers trembled suddenly, and the chill in the room seemed to invade into his bones in an instant, and he couldn't help but shiver.
He followed Zhou Yang's gaze and saw that the direction of the earth stove was empty.
However, Zhou Yang looked like there was someone over there!
He's here again!
"Director Zhou, don't be like this, it's very revealing."
Feng Kai's throat trembled slightly, and then he showed an awkward smile to hide the chill in his spine.
"This is what I have to do every day when I come in. The book "Actor" said that to be qualified as an actor, you must be immersed. Even if there is no one, you must treat it as someone..." Zhou Yang said to
Feng Kai handed him a cup of tea and then motioned for Feng Kai to sit down.
Feng Kai subconsciously took the tea and suddenly found that the teacup was very hot and almost lost his grip, but Zhou Yang held it firmly...
Then, he discovered that there was also a label on the teacup.
(His hands have calluses. When holding something hot, his reaction will be a little slower than normal people. When he grabs the tea cup, he likes to hold it tightly. It is a possessiveness that even he is not aware of)
Feng Kai sat on the chair, took a sip of tea, then subconsciously lowered his head when he felt something, and looked at the bottom of the chair.
He found that there was also a line of words stuck on the back of the crotch of the bamboo chair.
(He likes to sit on a chair to enjoy the cool air, especially at dusk. It is a quiet feeling. He will miss his wife on the chair and calculate how much money he still needs to buy this wife every day...)
(The chair is from thirty years ago, left to Huang Degui by his father)
"Director Zhou, you... have put his own unique label on each piece of furniture?" Feng Kai took a sip of hot water after reading and calmed down a little before looking at Zhou Yang and asked.
Zhou Yang is obviously close to him...
But he felt very far away, full of strangeness and terror at the same time.
"Not entirely, even if it's something related to the protagonist, I'll think about it carefully and think about the significance of their existence in the shot..." Zhou Yang looked at Feng Kai with a smile.
Under incandescent light.
Feng Kai felt that Zhou Yang's smile was getting more and more charming.
He wanted to say something, but couldn't speak for a long time. After waiting for a long time, Feng Kai heard Zhou Yang looking at the window in the distance again.
"Every time I come in here, I tell myself that I am Huang Degui..."
"When I look at every object and furnishing in my home, my mind will think of their relationship with Feng Degui and the relationship with the script of "The Crow"..."
"A few days ago, when I was in the snow area, I was thinking about the meaning of the script "The Crow", and a very weird and ridiculous idea suddenly came to me!"
“That’s home feng shui!”
"The place where a person lives will affect a person's character to a greater or lesser extent, for example, the yang house, or the yin house where the dead live!"
"The same rice feeds all kinds of people. The house Huang Degui lives in is backed by a bamboo forest and surrounded by mountain tombs. The sun does not shine all year round and is full of moisture and moss. It actually feels like a ghost house..."
"Because of where he lives, Huang Degui's character is shaped, and it also serves as a metaphor for Huang Degui's future ending..."
"..."
Feng Kai watched Zhou Yang talking about this house. As he spoke, Feng Kai's heart couldn't help but tremble. Especially after he talked about the surrounding mountain tombs and bamboo forests, he subconsciously stood up.
He had read books and was not superstitious, but seeing Zhou Yang talking about messy things seriously made Feng Kai feel like he was in a ghost movie.
Especially when Zhou Yang suddenly called out "Mom! We have a guest"...
Damn it!
Isn’t this evil?
"Director Zhou, aren't you afraid of living in a house like this?"
glutinous rice wine
"Don't be afraid!"
Feng Kai saw Zhou Yang in a trance for a moment, then grinned: "Let me take you to visit the bedroom again. The bedroom is where I will lock up the heroine and make my move on her."
"What action?"
"Tie her hands and feet, and then have sex with her..." Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes. "Director Feng, although the protagonist is a bit ignorant and cowardly, he bought a woman with money, even though this woman is not special in his heart.
Passed, but things that need to be done still need to be done, and by the way, Director Feng, there is something that stumps me."
"What's up?"
"How should I treat the heroine during filming? I have no experience in this area..."
"..."
Feng Kai was silent.
He followed Zhou Yang into the bedroom.
In the bedroom, every piece of furniture is covered with eye-catching white stripes.
On the wall (I held her head down and hit her against the wall)
On the table: (She struggled, but a woman, especially a thin woman like her, has no strength at all. I slapped her on the body and slapped her onto the table, and the old table was knocked over)
Bed: (I grabbed her and lifted her to the bed. I started to take off her clothes. She struggled desperately. I slapped her again and then pressed her down.)
Edge of the bed: (She was screaming in pain, her teeth hit the edge of the bed, and she was bleeding. However, there was a burst of laughter and praise outside the room, and everyone was talking about how Huang Degui finally got the idea.)
Mosquito net bed rail (she held on to the bed rail, struggled desperately, and was finally slapped again).
Feng Kai was shocked to see that Zhou Yang had detailed every action, and even had a sequential title at the front of each action.
After reading it, he was deeply shocked!
"Director Zhou, you must have memorized the entire book "The Actor"!"
"That's not true. I just memorized the shooting method. I think Mr. Charno's realistic immersion method in the West is quite reliable..."
"..." In the dark room.
Feng Kai looked at Zhou Yang and suddenly didn't know what to say.
He was scared and ashamed when facing Zhou Yang.
What was scary was that he felt that Zhou Yang's state seemed strange, as if he was taking on something, as if he had become another person.
What's shameful is that he thought he was attentive and hardworking enough, but for someone like Zhou Yang who is almost serious to the core, it's really far, far behind!
Such people can succeed no matter what they do!
"Director Feng..."
"ah?"
"Do you have a video of that?"
"What kind?"
"It's that kind of reference video. It's better if the acting skills are better and people can learn from it."
"Yes, yes, but my acting skills may not be very good..."
"Then you give it to me and I can learn from it?"
"???"
……………………
"I will now take you to familiarize yourself with the place where you will mainly shoot. Well, it is the home of the protagonist Huang Degui, which is where Xiao Zhou lives now. Xiao Zhou is a very serious person, and you can definitely learn from him.
A lot of things, especially his attitude when filming..."
"I dare say that in the next ten years, Xiao Zhou will definitely have a place in the film and television industry..."
"Of course, you have to be mentally prepared. Xiao Zhou is a little immersed in the role now. Anyway, just pay more attention... I think Xiao Zhou should still be learning something..."
Ten minutes in the evening.
Wang Shuai took Song Yiyi to get familiar with the village. After settling down, he took Song Yiyi to where Zhou Yang lived.
While walking, I chatted with Song Yiyi about Zhou Yang.
Song Yiyi is very interested in Zhou Yang.
A director with no acting or directing experience suddenly emerged in Berlin and defeated blockbusters like "Heroes"...
Such a person is definitely a genius!
She was very curious about how he did it, and even more curious about how he achieved the immersive performance.
When the two of them came to the edge of the house, they suddenly heard a strange sound.
Wang Shuai's expression suddenly became very exciting.
Then...
"Oh, oh, oye, oye!"
"Daddy Yami, Daddy Yami"
"Director Zhou, isn't this sound good enough?"
"A little harder..."
"This is so shameful!"
"I'm studying, and I'm not ashamed to learn this... By the way, are there any more exciting movies?"
"Well, there is..."
"how about this?"
"She doesn't seem to be good-looking...so who's good-looking...should have a worse figure."
"Cough, cough, Director Zhou, please keep your voice down..."
After Song Yiyi heard this shameful voice, her eyes widened...