1990: Starting from Baojia Street

Zhang Yimou has been troubled by the role of Chen Feipu these days. While he is looking for connections to help with the coal mine art troupe, he is also looking for candidate actors and making preparations.

Just now Gong Li mentioned Chen Feipu, which indeed made Zhang Yimou think a little bit. The external conditions of this young man in black are indeed suitable for the role of Chen Feipu.

Seeing Zhang Yimou in a daze, Gong Li told him, I just saw him moving boxes with Liu Qing from the location production team. He might be from the location production team.

Liu Qing is an old man who made the scenery. He was there during the filming of Ju Dou, so Gong Li knew him.

Zhang Yimou nodded. There were many young people in the filming crew. It was normal for some of them he had never seen before.

Just at this moment, Liu Qing came out after moving the boxes, and Zhang Yimou called him out, Master Liu.

Liu Qing turned around and walked this way. When he arrived, he smiled and asked, Director Zhang, what are your orders?

Who is that young man in black clothes who was moving boxes with you just now? He looks unfamiliar.

Black clothes... Liu Qing frowned, recalling who was wearing black clothes today.

He Saifei smiled and added, The one who is tall and thin and has a pretty smile.

Hearing this description, Liu Qing suddenly understood, I'm talking about Zhou Yan. He is the music assistant and was sent here by Teacher Zhao. He has been here for a while. Last time I went to Yanjing to carry gauze and wood and drove Bring him here.

Oh, that's him. Zhang Yimou suddenly realized that he remembered that there was such a person, Okay, if there's nothing else, go ahead, Master Liu.

Liu Qing did not leave immediately. He smiled and said, Zhou Yan is a pretty good guy. He is a top student in Yangyin. He is not only sincere, but also lively.

Zhang Yimou smiled and nodded, I understand.

Liu Qing then left with a smile.

Looking at Liu Qing's back, Zhang Yimou smiled again. He didn't know whether Zhou Yan was sincere, but he must be lively enough. Otherwise, Liu Qing had only known him for a month and would not have taken the initiative to say nice things to him.

Regarding Zhou Yan, Zhang Yimou just asked casually and had no other plans for the time being. Although this Zhou Yan's appearance fits the role of Chen Feipu, he is a student after all and is not suitable.

…

Zhou Yan just saw Zhang Yimou standing with Gong Li and the others. The scene was so noisy today that he couldn't go up to say hello.

After working outside for a long time, Zhou Yan returned to the dormitory. His new roommate, He Wuming, had changed into a gray gown and was sitting on the bench holding a book and reading.

Zhou Yan secretly gave a thumbs up. He Wuming is really classy. He doesn't look like he was born in 1990, but more like he was born in 1909. If he were thrown into the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, there would be no sense of disobedience at all.

Hearing the noise, He Wuming raised his head and glanced, then whispered, Back.

In an instant, Zhou Yan had a bunch of goosebumps on his body. He suddenly remembered the scene in the TV series where the wife greeted her husband when he came home from get off work. The tone was the same as He Wuming's tone just now.

Uh, cough, Teacher He is reading a book. Zhou Yan coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and panic.

He Wuming nodded, I don't have anything to do, just read some leisurely books.

If it were someone else, Zhou Yan would definitely ask questions such as What book are you reading? Is it worth recommending? so that the words would not fall to the ground. But this time Zhou Yan just said hmm from his nose. No more silence.

He Wuming didn't take the initiative to speak, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Zhou Yan returned to the desk and sat down, checking what he had half-written before. He regretted not writing more in the previous month. Now that He Wuming was here, writing in the dormitory would no longer be so comfortable.

He Wuming's box was placed next to the desk. Zhou Yan turned sideways and looked at the box. He was very curious about this box. The box was not an ordinary shape, it should be specially customized.

I heard someone outside say that the box contained a harp, but Zhou Yan really couldn't tell what kind of harp was inside. The box was too short to hold a serious lyre, and too big to hold a yueqin or a huqin.

Glancing at He Wuming who was still reading, Zhou Yan didn't ask about Qin's affairs and turned to do his own thing seriously. Although he submitted seven novels and still received no reply, Zhou Yan's mentality was still very peaceful. He also knew that submitting novels to magazines in this era is a process of both expectation and suffering.

The mail delivery is too slow, and the magazine editors have too much work. In many cases, manuscripts are not even rejected, and the submitted manuscripts just seem to sink into the sea.

…

From the morning until the evening, neither Zhou Yan nor He Wuming spoke to each other.

The next morning, Zhou Yan first heard the sound of packing things, and then heard the sound of opening and closing the door. He looked out the window sleepily, and fell back to sleep before it was fully light.

Later, he was woken up by the sound of stringed instruments, and then he heard someone singing Su San Qi Jie. The voice was clear, but the flavor of Peking opera was too weak, and the pronunciation was a bit wrong.

No need to think about it, this must be He Saifei practicing Peking Opera, and the string-stringing sound just now was probably made by He Wuming.

Zhou Yan got up sleepily, got a glass of water, and pushed out the door with a toothbrush in his mouth.

He Saifei stood at the gate of Courtyard No. 5, singing Su San Qi Jie in a decent manner. He Wuming was holding a handful of jinghu and accompanying her. Many people in the courtyard had already gotten up, some were busy with their own affairs, and some were watching He Saifei's opera with great interest.

Although He Saifei's performance is not very good, the crew's life has been too dull in the past month, which can be regarded as adding some spice to the dull life.

Jiang Mengfei in the next room was squatting at the door eating. When he saw Zhou Yan coming out, he smiled and said, Did the door god wake up so early today because of Teacher He's beautiful singing voice?

Zhou Yan gave Jiang Mengfei a roll of his eyes and ignored him. Jiang Mengfei continued with a smile, Why does Teacher He's erhu sound weird?

Strangely harsh?

Jiang Mengfei raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, It feels a bit like this. Anyway, it's different from the erhu I heard before.

Zhou Yan twitched his lips, Because the thing he has is called Jinghu, not Erhu.

Jiang Mengfei patted his head, Oh, I almost forgot. You, the doorkeeper, are still a top student at Yangyin. Can you play the erhu?

First, that thing is Jinghu, and second, I majored in composition.

Then do you know how to poop?

I know how to poop.

After Zhou Yan said this, he went to brush his teeth and wash his face with a basin. Jiang Mengfei, who was eating happily, suddenly became a little hesitant when he sandwiched the noodles.