Although He Xin had no problem himself, he had checked some knowledge about altitude sickness before coming. For example, if it is severe, it can cause memory loss, palpitations, insomnia, numbness of hands and feet, facial edema, high blood pressure and other symptoms. Although he did not understand it, he subconsciously felt it.
This is very serious, and if it doesn't work well, someone might die.
"It's okay, I know what's going on, just take it easy a little bit."
As he said that, Li Bingbing said with a smile: "It was a lot of work when I first came here, but now I have experience."
Li Xue knew her temper, but there was a worried look on her face, but she didn't persuade her.
Seeing her insistence, He Xin thought for a while, walked over and discussed with Yin Li: "Director, I think we should let Sister Bingbing take oxygen while filming?"
"How to take pictures of oxygen inhalation..."
Yin Li frowned subconsciously, but then his eyes lit up. Yes, according to the plot, Li Bingbing first arrived on the plateau. The moment he saw He Xin, he fainted due to altitude sickness, and then talked to He Xin while breathing oxygen. This is completely true.
It makes sense and is closer to the plot.
He immediately slapped his thigh and said, "That's right! Xiao He, you have a good idea!"
To be honest, as a director, he didn't want to waste his precious half a day, so he quickly shouted: "Hey, who, please give us the props..."
When He Xin came back, Li Bingbing was still puzzled and asked: "What did you say to the director?"
"Oh, I just want you to take oxygen while filming."
Li Bingbing was quite smart. He immediately thought of the key point and said with a smile: "Why didn't I think of that just now? Ah Xin, you are still attentive. Now I don't have to worry anymore."
Of course, in that era, it was impossible to use the small canned oxygen tanks that the crews have now, or the blue oxygen bags that are common in hospitals. Because it was a military hospital, the props were prepared in a grass-green color and the connections were old-fashioned.
A yellow rubber tube with a small manual valve.
"Hey, is this bag clean?"
When the prop brought over the filled old-fashioned oxygen bag, He Xin specifically asked again.
If there are impurities in it and they are inhaled into the lungs, this is no joke.
The prop looked like "You don't believe my professionalism" and said, "Don't worry, there is a medical oxygen bag inside, I just added a sleeve on the outside... Oh, the tube is absolutely clean too."
He Xin was a little embarrassed by this guy's rebuke, so he had to pinch his nose and remain silent.
As a result, the shots that had been shot before could only be discarded. Yin Li simply arranged two camera positions, one for panoramic shots and one for close-ups, to capture the scene with a complete shot.
Of course, filming like this was entirely out of his trust in the two actors. If it were Xu Ruoxuan in the morning, Yin Li would definitely not dare to do it.
"Okay, everyone, get ready!"
"A!"
Li Bingbing sat on the edge of the bed holding an oxygen bag and sucking oxygen. He Xin poured her a glass of water and complained: "No one can be missing you. You are just a nurse, and you came all the way here.
What fame?"
With that said, he sat down on the chair opposite Li Bingbing, handed her the cup, and said, "Drink some butter tea. It can reduce some of the altitude sickness."
The two of them had experienced the test of blood and fire together on the Korean battlefield, and had forged a deep friendship for more than ten years. He knew that Li Bingbing had always liked him, and they were still alone to this day, but in his heart he had long been far away from Wanwan.
The past lovers are so full that there is no gap left to accept the love of the other party.
Li Bingbing quickly took it. She held the oxygen tube inserted in her nostril with one hand and held the steaming cup in the other. While blowing air, she said unconvinced: "I am not a nurse!"
"Then what are you?"
"I am now the head nurse of Shigatse District Hospital...cough cough, it burned me to death!"
In her hurry, she accidentally choked on the hot butter tea.
He Xin quickly took the cup and was amused by her: "Haha, head nurse?"
We haven't seen each other for several years, but Li Bingbing is still the same little nurse who screamed when he first met her on the Korean battlefield.
He put the cup on the table, turned around and looked at Li Bingbing, who was holding the small valve on the rubber tube with both hands and greedily sucking in oxygen. His expression gradually became serious, and he asked: "Do your parents agree to your coming?"
Li Bingbing pulled off the tube inserted in his nostril, stared at him with big eyes, and said as if it was funny: "Agree? I want to wait for them to agree. Once Shanghai is liberated, I don't have to go south; or I
Going south, I don’t need to go to North Korea; if I didn’t go to North Korea, how would I know you? If I didn’t know you, what would I be doing sitting here today...what would I be doing sitting here today?”
Seeing her big eyes filled with tears, He Xin's heart felt like it was stabbed hard. He avoided her hot eyes with a guilty conscience, and his nose felt sore.
There is really no use of technology. Imagine that a girl has not married for more than ten years because of you. Even if you come to a remote and difficult place like the roof of the world, she will still come over without hesitation, and her original intention to love him will never be lost.
Once changed, even a stone will be warmed, let alone the human heart?
He subconsciously grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the table.
After finishing a series of angry and urgent words, Li Bingbing felt short of breath. He quickly inserted oxygen into his nostrils to calm down a little. When he looked around, he saw the cigarette in He Xin's hand and couldn't help curling his lips.
Over the past ten years, she has long been used to being rejected, and her face has long been thickened, but she still regards herself as a housekeeper in her heart. She couldn't help but ask in a questioning tone: "Have you learned... how to smoke?"
He was very short of breath, and still couldn't speak his lines clearly. This unintentional mistake actually turned out to be extremely appropriate in this situation. Yin Li was very keen and didn't say stop.
He Xin didn't realize it at all. He was completely immersed in the characters now and said quickly: "No, it's not addictive! I smoke one when I'm bored."
The camera stared at him, and his chapped lips were trembling. He was moved, but he was still having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. He had made a promise to his lover far away in Wanwan, and would never forget her.
He will always wait for her. But at this moment he was really shaken. He felt very sorry for the infatuated woman behind him.
He subconsciously squeezed the cigarette case in his hand. In the end, his former lover and promise gradually took over. He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down his violently fluctuating mood, and turned around with a forced smile.
He changed the subject as he had done countless times before: "Jin Di, when we come back to climb Zheduo Mountain this time..."
But before he finished speaking, he saw Li Bingbing's big eyes looking at him and said: "I changed my name!"
The forced smile settled on his face and slowly faded away. He already had the answer in his heart, but he didn't want the answer to become a reality and increase his inner guilt for this silly girl.
Li Bingbing pulled out the leather tube, shook his head and said arrogantly: "Please call me Wang Biyun from now on!"
He still said it, but he didn't dare to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. Shock, guilt, self-blame, sympathy, several emotions were intertwined together, making his heart throb.
He trembled his lips and showed an ugly smile. He wanted to stand up, but as if he suddenly lost the strength, he supported the bed with slightly trembling hands and sat next to Li Bingbing.
He still wanted to pretend to be stupid and forced a smile: "What do you mean?"
"snort!"
Li Bingbing put down the oxygen bag he was holding, took out a red work permit from the bag, and handed it over arrogantly without looking at him.
There is no ID card these days, and a work permit is a person's identity. Not to mention, Li Bingbing is now slightly hunched over, sitting deeper, with his legs spread about ten centimeters, one hand hanging down, and then pouting
Sitting like this with her mouth open and her eyes rolling up from time to time, if a Hong Kong and Taiwan star were to play the role, she would not be able to portray this kind of Northeastern lady. Although she plays Wang Jindi, who is from Shanghai, but because of the age,
, it seems particularly in line with the life of that era.
He Xin glanced at her and raised his hand to take it. His hand was still trembling involuntarily. He opened his work permit and found a one-inch black and white photo of Li Bingbing on it, including his date of birth, place of origin, workplace, and a bright red official seal.
, only the three words "Wang Biyun" in the name column at the top deeply hurt his heart.
He looked at her, and she looked up at him, but her eyes were a little dodgey because she was afraid of being rejected again, but in the end she looked at him bravely.
The two looked at each other.
Note that these are two shots facing the two people from different angles at the same time. This is a great test of acting skills and requires the two people to express the changes in the characters' emotions at the same time.
Tears slowly soaked into their eyes like spring water slowly seeping out of the ground, becoming crystal clear under the light.
When tears were about to overflow from his eyes, He Xin suddenly smiled. At this moment, the persistence in his heart was shaken again. It was a bitter smile, but also a touching smile.
His lips were trembling, he wanted to say but didn't know what to say.
He forced himself to stand up and slowly walked towards the desk opposite. The camera did not adjust the angle of elevation as he stood up, but always maintained the same height. What was in the camera was his black and stiff hand holding the work permit, and
Very worn cuffs.
"It's a good name, why would you change it?" He could only say this very weak thing.
Li Bingbing, who was sitting there, pursed his lips and said with resentment: "What can I do? You only have Wang Biyun in your heart!"
When she said the three words "Wang Biyun", she finally let out a hint of crying. When she raised her head, two lines of tears slowly flowed down her cheeks.