Qing Chun Hotel

There used to be a large open shed in the yard, next to the landlady's vegetable patch, against the wall, used for storing sundries.

Nowadays, the waste is used and Yang Hao wants to transform it into a bathhouse. The open shed is walled in the middle and separated on the left and right. The left side is where boys bathe, and the right side is where girls bathe.

Underground ditches were dug in the ground, covered with floor drains, leading to the river outside the wall, which served as the drainage system in the bathhouse.

The boiler is placed at the door of the room where the landlady and the boss live, so that it is more convenient for them to refill the boiler morning and night.

After everything was planned, Yang Hao became an uncle, moved a recliner, carried a teapot, and lay comfortably on the recliner, drinking tea while supervising the scene.

A temporary construction team hired from the village...

Without supervision, they can easily sabotage their work.

Compared to the past few days, Zhou Diyu is much bolder now. At least she dares to move a small stool and sit not far from Yang Hao.

"director…"

"Um?"

"I understand the problem you told me."

"Oh, what's the problem?" Yang Hao didn't react for a moment.

"You asked me what I should be thinking about when performing? Should I be thinking about [I am Zhou Diyu], or should I be thinking about [what role I play]?" Although he was sitting next to Yang Hao, Zhou Diyu still lowered his head.

"oh…"

Yang Hao suddenly realized that this deceiver had even forgotten himself.

"Then... Zhou Diyu, what do you think actors should think about when performing?"

"Don't think about anything.

Director, I think I should not think about anything, do things and say things completely according to my own instinctive reaction, because at that moment, I am the character itself."

"Huh…"

Yang Hao turned to look at her.

"Zhou Diyu, to be honest, is this your own perception, or is it something you saw about performance teaching content from somewhere?"

"Director, this is my own perception!"

At this time, Zhou Diyu stubbornly raised his head.

"Yesterday I followed the boss lady to the mountain to dig the ground. I was thinking, how should I perform digging? Should I wave the hoe first, or should I spread my legs first to make it easier to use force...

But it was only at the end that I realized that I didn’t have to think about anything, I could just dig the ground, because I knew how to do it as convenient as possible, instead of thinking about how to act, so that I could dig more realistically.”

After all, he was only a senior high school student. The logic of Zhou Diyu's speech at this time was still not strong, but it was enough to impress Yang Hao.

A girl who had never been exposed to acting was chosen by Zhang Yimou to be the heroine just because of her spirituality. Unexpectedly, she had her own thoughts before she had really been exposed to acting.

"Um…"

For a moment, Yang Hao didn't know what he should say.

At this time, Zhou Diyu spoke.

"Director, can you teach me acting? A few days ago, you agreed that as long as I answer the questions you asked me clearly, you would start teaching me acting?"

"okay!"

Yang Hao was happy, rolled his eyes, and agreed directly.

Regarding acting, I may not be professional in my teaching, but I am quite reliable when it comes to fooling people.

"Zhou Diyu..."

"Here you are, director!"

"Since you want to learn acting from me, let's start by observing the characters. Well... did you see the bricklayer who was tamping the bricks? He is a middle-aged man wearing a yellow T-shirt."

"I saw it."

"Don't do anything today, just observe him carefully, and then write a 2,000-word observation experience and give it to me tomorrow.

Write me down one by one about this elder brother's way of speaking, his working habits, his personality, and the things about him that make you deeply remember him.

Remember, you are not allowed to speak to him, you must observe with your eyes."

"Oh, I got it, director!"

Zhou Diyu was a little happy, stood up from the bench, bowed deeply to Yang Hao, and then ran all the way to the open shed.

When they arrived at the place, Zhou Diyu's eyes were fixed on the working masons.

Damn...

Yang Hao covered his face.

Fortunately, this is a girl. If a man dared to look at her like this, he would probably be beaten.

…………

And just when Yang Hao was thinking about calling Zhou Diyu back, a group of people walked in outside the Qingchun Hotel.

These people were holding suitcases in their hands, carrying travel bags on their backs, and two of them even carried cameras and camera stabilizers on their shoulders.

"Hello, Teacher Yang Hao!"

"Teacher Yang Hao, are you comfortable with experiencing life here?"

"Teacher Yang Hao, there are rumors that you are very good-looking, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Teacher Yang Hao, let me tell you a secret. You are famous now. The movie "4x4" written and directed by you has been successfully shortlisted for the Lisbon Film Festival. Well, it was recommended by China Film Group."

…

Seeing them, Yang Hao was a little excited.

These people were all his close buddies in the previous life. They all followed Zhang Yimou to fight in the north and south, especially the photographer Zhao Xiaoding, who often led me to drink wine.

However, there is no way, so far in this life, I still don't know them.

"Oh, teachers, you are..."

Yang Hao stood up, pretending to be confused.

"They are my dad's long-term partners. They came with me this time. Yang Hao, are you okay?" The person who spoke was Zhang Momo, who walked last with a travel bag on her back.

“Didn’t it say it would start on April 16th?

Why are you here now?" Yang Hao wondered.

You know, Zhang Yimou is very rigorous in his work.

"Your film was shortlisted for the Lisbon Film Festival. My dad was stimulated. He said that even if you give him step-by-step instructions, you may not be able to teach him a good director.

So he wanted me to exercise alone and come over in advance to shoot the scenes of Lao San and Jingqiu."

Zhang Momo took off the bag from his back and threw it on the recliner where Yang Hao was lying just now. Without caring about other people's eyes and thoughts, he picked up the teapot from the ground that Yang Hao was drinking from and drank a few big gulps.

"Yang Hao, how's your life experience going?"

"Okay!"

Watching the woman put the spout of the teapot into her mouth to drink water again, Yang Hao swore that after a while, he would go to the market and buy some more for later use.

"Then...can we shoot tomorrow?"

"sure!"

Yang Hao shrugged with an indifferent expression.

In my previous life, I was born in 1963 and experienced a special era. I have very deep memories of the people and events of that era.

Not to mention filming tomorrow, even if you go to the small bridge at the east end of the town now, you can still perform the same feeling as before.

After talking and agreeing on the shooting time, Yang Hao thought that Zhang Momo would take his luggage and go find his own room to prepare for accommodation like everyone else. Unexpectedly, Zhang Momo suddenly lowered his voice at this time.

"Yang Hao..."

"Um?"

"Your 1.9-meter-tall female assistant is really fierce. When we got off the bus at Zhenxitou, we saw her put Jiang Yiyan into the taxi, then handed the driver 400 yuan and told the driver,

Just drive forward according to this amount of money."

"Uh..., really?"

At this time, even Yang Hao was surprised. He just said goodbye, but he didn't expect Guan Jingjing to see him off very thoroughly. He took a taxi and helped pay for it.

Yes, Not Bad!

In two days, I'll see if there's an opportunity to give her a salary increase.

"Yang Hao..."

"Um?"

"Tell the truth, are you still in a relationship with the proprietress of the cake shop?"

"no!"

"Then why do people chase me to this place?"

"Maybe because I'm handsome?"

"cut!"
Chapter completed!