Chapter 178 Filming of the movie 'The Man and the Dog in the Mountain'
After spending a day and a tender night with Zeng Li, Liu Hao rushed back to the film crew of "That Mountain That Man That Dog" the day after his birthday.
Including the time spent traveling back and forth, I took three days off in total.
In the movie "That Man, That Mountain, That Dog", the son plays a lot of roles, so Liu Hao's request for leave wasted a lot of time.
However, Zeng Li was completely appeased and Liu Hao's worries were resolved. He could then devote himself wholeheartedly to the filming of the movie.
Seriously study the role of "son".
The movie script "That Man, That Mountain, That Dog" is basically the same as the story of the novel. It tells the story of a son who succeeds his retired father as a rural postman, and the father accompanies his son to deliver letters together for the first time.
In the 1980s, when domestic information was limited and telephones were not widely available, people living in the mountains still used the oldest method to communicate with the outside world, which required rural postmen to travel across the mountains to deliver letters.
The sealed one is sent in and then sent out.
Being a rural postal worker is a very hard job. You need to carry parcels, climb mountains and wade through rivers to deliver letters along the postal route. The postal route in the script is 223 miles in total, with an average of 80 miles traveled every day, and the round trip takes exactly three days.
The entire story of the movie lies in these three days' journey.
In the movie, because the father shoulders the burden of the family and is busy running mail all year round, he rarely sees his son and has little understanding of the child's growth process.
Therefore, in his son's memory, his mother is the person closest to him, and he will always feel strange to his father.
Although the two knew that they should have a very close father-son relationship with each other, they never showed any closeness.
This is a very common father-son relationship in the East. If the movie can truly present it, the movie will be half successful.
I have to say here that Huo Jianqi chose the director well. At this time, director Huo Jianqi was in middle age. He is both a father and a son, so he can especially understand the feelings of father and son in the movie.
The movie begins in a small mountain village in Hunan Province. In the early morning in early summer, the heavy fog is about to lift, and the smoke is coming from the cooking pots. The village seems to be in the dark. Just after waking up, the father in the house is carefully checking his son's mail package. Today
It was the first time that his son took over his duty to deliver letters to the folks. He had reached the age of retirement and had traveled across mountains and rivers all his life, and his legs were in severe pain. However, before leaving, he was still a little worried and reminded his son of the itinerary over and over again.
and routes.
It is a lifelong responsibility to get on the road. Everything has been packed, and the son is going to take his second child (the second child is a dog of their family, and his father usually takes it with him every time he goes out to deliver letters).
It followed its father along the hundred-mile mountain road. Now that his father has left, it has been reluctant to leave.
Seeing this situation, the father turned around and walked into the back room. As usual, he took out his cane and hat. He decided to take his son through the last postal route. Under the watch of his mother, the father and son walked along the bluestone road.
Lopsided.
In the early morning of early summer, the cicadas were chirping and the birds were chirping. The air was fresh. The father and son walked through the fields, crossed the streams, and headed straight into the mountains and forests. The road was all uphill, and the sun was getting brighter. It was the first time for the son to carry such a bicycle on his back.
The heavy mail package made me sweat profusely, but then I thought about it. At this age, my father was still carrying the mail package on his back. This time, he would never say he was tired. In the end, it was the father who felt sorry for his son, so the two of them stopped and rested.
After a while, I was in a hurry again.
Walking in the mountains seemed unusually quiet. The father and son were almost speechless along the way. It wasn't that they didn't want to say but they didn't know what to say. My father had been running the postal route all his life, and he was always away from home and away from home. He started to talk to each other when he was a child.
There has always been a kind of alienation between father and son. For so long, Dad has never been embarrassed to call out a few times. They always feel awkward when they are alone. Maybe it is to avoid embarrassment, maybe it is also to prove to his father that his son is moving faster and faster.
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The bushes on the mountain road were lush and green, and the sight was not good. When he turned around, his father suddenly disappeared. The son slowed down and turned back a few times, but there was still no one there, so he had to leave the parcel and hurried back to look for it.
But fortunately, he soon appeared nearby. It turned out that he just went to relieve himself, and the father was safe and sound. But when he saw that his son's mail package was no longer on his back, he, who was always easy-going, still lost his temper anxiously, and his son felt anxious.
I also know that my father regards this parcel on his back as more valuable than life.
Near noon, the two finally arrived at the first village. The villagers along the road greeted their father. The village secretary also ran back when he heard the cry of his second son. After so many years of dealing with each other, the two of them had already known each other.
We are already old acquaintances, and I proudly introduced that this is my son, and he will run this postal route from now on. I heard that my father has just retired, and the secretary also complained a little bit during the conversation. Others here are from outside.
Teachers, doctors, and savings clerks all can become model workers or cadres. Even though he has been working and working for so many years, he has never been promoted, but his father thinks it's okay.
After the two finished chatting, the father said hello to the second brother and came over to set up his legs. The secretary was actually right. My father had been walking this postal route for half his life. Every time he went, he had to climb mountains and pour cold water. Not to mention that he was not promoted.
, Luo's foot disease is getting worse and worse.
However, these fathers never talk about their hometown. In fact, they have written letters of praise to him, but the father refused to send them out. According to his words, there are no letters of praise for himself. After saying this, he also specifically told his son to do the same in the future.
In this way, I don’t want to take credit for myself.
It was almost time to rest, and the father and son were about to leave for the next stop. But as soon as they walked out, they discovered that the villagers outside had gathered around the door. It turned out that the secretary had told the villagers about his father's retirement. Everyone was
They came here to see him off on his last journey. The folks in the mountains are not good at expressing themselves, let alone saying nice things.
But they kept their gratitude and kindness for so many years firmly in their hearts. There were old people and children in the crowd. Everyone stood at the door and kept smiling at the father and son. At this time, the son gradually realized why his father
Postal parcels are more important than life.
Because behind him was the heavy trust and heartfelt scenes of the villagers. After coming out of the village committee, the villagers took the father and son all the way to the entrance of the village. After they had gone far, they still stood there for a long time and refused to leave.
When he left, his father never looked back because he was afraid that he would cry if he couldn't help it.
After bidding farewell to the villagers, the two continued to move forward. When they came out of the village, the relationship between the father and son seemed to be a little closer. They hitched a ride and chatted with each other on the way. The son said that there was no one in the mountains for many miles.
Even gods would die of boredom. My father said that gods can soar into the clouds and ride in the mist, so they are not bored. These mountain people are also descendants of gods.
Soon the two of them arrived at the next village. Before entering the village, their father explained a few more words. He said that letters on weekdays were usually handed over to the village committee, which would then deliver them to the villagers, but if there was
In special circumstances, such as if you have a problem with the village secretary or have inconvenient legs or feet, you must go the extra mile to deliver the letter to the person in person.
Although the job of a rural postman may seem simple, he needs to know the situation of every household in every township along the way. Only in this way can he deliver the letters to the villagers safely and securely.
After explaining, the father said that he still had a special letter to send. After passing through a green rice field, the father and son came to the home of an old man named Wu Po. Seeing that Wu Po's father took out the envelope skillfully, Wu Po also seemed to be able to do it.
Like a treasure, she held him tightly to her chest.
After opening the letter, there was still 10 yuan in it. The fifth wife put the money into her arms, and then asked her father to read the letter for him with great expectation. But then we discovered that the letter was actually blank, and there was no one on it at all.
Actually, this letter was written by my father to my fifth wife.
The money in it was also paid by the father himself. The fifth wife had a hard life. When her daughter-in-law died in childbirth, she fed her grandson by boiling snake soup. Later, his grandson became the only key university student within hundreds of miles. But as soon as his grandson left, he
He has never come back, not even after his father passed away two years ago. For his fifth wife who raised him single-handedly, he only has one greeting card and one remittance order every year.
The lonely fifth wife cried every day for her son and missed her grandson, and her eyes gradually became blind. Her father felt sorry for the old man, so he always wrote letters of faith to the fifth wife in the name of his grandson over the years.
My father began to read the content of the letter: "Hello grandma, are you in good health? You have no eye problems and your back pain is gone."
Fifth Po said: "How many times has he asked?"
My father was silent for a while and then continued to read
"Everything is fine here. The situation in the Special Administrative Region is developing rapidly. My work is also very busy. I still can't find time to go back and forth to see you. If you have any difficulties in life, just tell the postman who delivers the letter and he will
Find someone to help you solve it”
His father's words and deeds also influenced his son. Being a rural postman is not just a machine-like way of receiving and delivering letters. It is also a bond of emotional transmission for the villagers. In addition to the difficult and difficult mountain roads on the way forward, everyone's
The mind should also be smoothed out carefully.
After reading the letter, my father said goodbye to the fifth wife: "Let's go. Answer the letter. I'll write it for you."
But the fifth wife said: "It's okay to let your son write it. Listening to him read the letter is like talking to your grandson." The son said: "Fifth wife, I will come to see you often."
The fifth wife said: "I believe a lot, so you come often."
After leaving the fifth wife's house, the father asked his son to visit the old man every ten days and a half and read him a letter. The son agreed immediately, but he always felt that this was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. The key to solving this problem was to
Advise the grandson to come back to see the fifth wife on his own.
But although the idea was good, it was just a person who didn't want to go home, so how could he be persuaded to do so? The father and son continued on their way along the mountain road, and soon it was dark, and in front of them was the village where they were going to stay tonight.
In spring and summer, the rice fields on both sides were lush and green, and suddenly a Dong girl who was spraying pesticides appeared in front of her.
A Dong girl greets her father: "Uncle"
The father responded: "Well, this is my son, the newly appointed rural postman, he is 24 years old this year."
Looking at the fairy-like girl in front of him, the son felt as if he was being electrocuted and couldn't bear to blink. The three of them talked and walked towards the village. The girl said that someone was holding a wedding banquet in the village tonight and they must eat more tonight. It was because everyone knew about his father.
I decided to set the date for today because I wanted to come.
In the evening, there is a grand bonfire party for the Dong people. Although these villagers living in the mountains may not talk much on weekdays, they always enjoy a drink during happy events. The son and the girl also hit it off, singing and dancing around the bonfire with everyone.
The father on the side looked at his son and the girl's youthfulness, and his face was full of joy. After three rounds of drinking, he suddenly recalled his original love. He met his mother on the postal road. It was raining heavily that day, and her mother was grazing cattle on the mountain.
, sprained his foot, and his father happened to be passing by, so he carried his mother all the way down the mountain in the heavy rain, and the two came together.
Later, on a sunny spring day, my father rode his bicycle and married his mother, who was dressed in red, back home. At that time, they were as young as their son is now, but after they got married, his father devoted himself to the postal route.
, mother is always at home alone.
Now, decades have passed, their youth is long gone, and they are full of debts to their wives. The next morning, the son and the girl discussed happily around the stove. The father outside the window knew his son's thoughts, and sincerely hoped that they could be together in the future.
Together.
After coming out of the village, the father and son continued on their way. The mountain road was winding and winding, and the sun was getting stronger in the morning. The son was probably a little tired from walking, so he said that he could definitely hitchhike on a wide road like this in the future, but the father said that the postal route
It's the postal route. Don't think about opportunism all day long. You have to be down-to-earth step by step. Only then will you feel at ease and be on the right track.
The father and son continued to move forward, and soon they came to a small stream. The father said that crossing the stream here would save eight miles of walking, but the water in the mountains was cold, so the villagers were willing to take a detour. He didn't tell his son, but he knew it too.
It was here that my foot disease arose.
After saying that, the father rolled up the pipe, but the son said that with him today, you don't have to swim in the water anymore, and you can also enjoy the stream, which is clear and cold. The son carried his father on his back and walked step by step to the other bank.
The old people in the village often say that even if the father can carry it on his back, even if his son has grown up, he is on his son's shoulders. The father looks stooped and thin, and he is already filled with mixed feelings. Suddenly he remembered the past again. It is true that time is not forgiving.
Man, in the blink of an eye he and his son had invisibly changed places. However, although his black hair turned white and his back became curved, he saw that his son had grown up. This was also the best rule he got.
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Thinking of this, his father burst into tears. When he came to the other side of the stream, his son turned around to talk to him. His tearful father also immediately took a body measurement.
After crossing the stream, the father and son rested on the bank. However, the second son took the initiative to go to the mountain to fetch firewood and warm the two of them up. If it was said that when they first set off, the father and son were a little embarrassed to be alone for the first time, then now the two of them were embarrassed.
Yes, our hearts are getting closer and closer. My father has been running the postal route all his life. For his son's growth, he always feels that he has participated too little and owes too much. After the father and son talked, the son got up and prepared to continue on his way.
And what he said before leaving also moved his father.
The son said: "Dad, it's time to go."
The father thought he heard wrongly and asked, "What did you say?"
The son repeated again: "I said, Dad, it's time to go."
The father said to the second child: "Second child, did you hear it? He called me daddy."
In fact, the father was very excited at this time, because this was one of the few times he heard his son call "Dad".