It was a quiet day in America, Nanchu rarely thought of Lin Luchu, she focused more on her school work.
Nan Yue Ru gave her a major in acting, and in her spare time she found a florist to tell her to arrange flowers.
Performing is the job.
Floral art is meditation.
The floral art master Nan Yue Ru found for her is from Japan, a very gentle woman called Kimiko, when she learned one day that Nan Chou also practiced Zen, she had a rare chance to climb with her, "Flower path and Zen practice are the same, they are both soul washing, most modern people are mentally depressed due to the pressure of work and family. In fact, both are in need of soul sublimation, so that they can quieten down, and go to find their inner voice in the downtown, forgetting the troubles of the world."
Neither meditation nor flower paths were really of much use to Nanchu, and what should be insomnia was still insomnia.
"Our master florist, Mr. Akitani, is also a Buddhist Shintoist, if you're interested, I can take you to hear his Zen practice, he speaks Zen exceptionally well." Kimiko knelt down and said in Japanese.
Nanchu smiled gently and returned to Japanese, "Next time."
Kimiko looked at her for a moment and said slowly, "You've been smiling a lot lately."
Nanchu didn't feel it herself, but the person was quite lazy.
Muzi: "just know you for a while think you a little cold, heart pressure a lot of things, you state a lot better, flower road is like this, time is long, slowly people will be quiet, will find the original self."
When Kimiko left, Nanchu leaned against the balcony and smoked a cigarette, the house was bought in a small town in the middle of the United States, there were flowers and plants in the front garden and two huskies in the back garden.
Nanchu had nothing to do with cats and dogs, she was allergic to these long-haired things, and apparently the two big guys with their drooling harrumphs didn't welcome this new owner either, she spent the rest of the time in the villa except for classes, and when Nan Yueru and Auntie weren't around, it was just her and the two huskies left with their big eyes.
These two guys were Nan Tsukuru's babies, and on one of those nights when her heart was in the right place, Nan Chor tried to sneak these two out of the house.
As a result, the two bulky and lazy dogs were sprawled on the ground like a puddle of mud, and she couldn't even drag them.
Nan Yue Ru warned her three times not to hit on those two stupid dogs before Nan Chou gave up.
On this day, Nan Yueru came down from upstairs, looked at Nanchu who was gulping clouds on the balcony, stepped on her heels and went over, snatched her cigarettes and threw them on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "No class in the afternoon?"
Nanchu nodded.
Nan Yue Ru spat relentlessly, "Practice your lines, I've watched all of your scenes, your line work is too poor."
Nanchu: "Oh."
Nan Yueru: "Only one of the dramas you've taken on is still watchable, other than the He Zhengping one, the others you've taken on are all some kind of mess. You practice your lines, and I'll arrange for you in the next drama."
What could she say now but oh?
Although Nan Yue Ru rested for a long time, but in the hands of a lot of resources, can receive the film is indeed more than the previous Shen Guangzong's resources, a month later, came to notify Nanchu, back to the country to go to the audition.
The director is quite well known, being the lead actor in a play she once worked with, before moving behind the scenes and making a number of acclaimed movies.
Actually, it wasn't really Nan Yue Ru's introduction.
It was just coincidentally the days of the New Year when He Zhengping's New Year's Eve movie was being released.
Namchu's performance was amazing.
She portrayed Liu Yingying in a perfect way, moving and static, knitting her brows, raising her hands and throwing her feet, all of them are flavors.
Especially the last scene of the movie.
When Liu Yingying learned that the general had died in battle and returned to the small store in a state of dismay, the aunt next door raised her hand and pointed at her, "The general has been here, standing at the entrance of that alley, holding an oil paper umbrella."
Liu Yingying sought out the entrance to the alley.
A line of inscriptions was found underneath the green stone tiles.
--Rong horse life, who with me, etc., river and mountain and common love.
Tears poured from her eyes, and her fingers threaded the line of uneven writing, remembering the general taking her across the horse pasture, swinging her silver bells of laughter.
That crying scene at the end really broke the audience's heart.
One viewer commented, "The only thing I feel after watching this drama is that Nanchu is a national goblin."
"Beautiful in a cheongsam."
Automatically ignoring some of the less than stellar comments, after all, black people are everywhere.
Holding on to those two good comments, Nanchu felt for the first time that her efforts were actually recognized.
The official blog comments are pertinent.
Her acting was predictable and lacking in many ways, but of course she did bring Liu Ying Ying to life as the end of the world girl.
The director is to see that movie took the initiative to find Nan Yueru who is on vacation abroad, he has heard a lot about Nanchu, but at least he is willing to look at Nanchu's performance, and if it is really suitable, he is also willing to use her, after all, for the actor, the role is more important than life.
However that one was no easy role.
An old-fashioned martial arts drama with fight scenes, because the show aired in the summer to coincide with the summer months of the time, and you had to hang out in the woods in the middle of winter in a thin coat.
The only thing Nan Yueru asked of her was that no stunt doubles be used in the fight scenes.
The director of the action scene and high requirements, not only to fight beautiful but also practical, can not wear help, Nanchu stance upright, fight is quite beautiful, is not strong enough, people are too soft, a little bit of flowery fist fist gimmick.
After a few times, the director ran out of patience and waved his hand, telling her to change her understudy.
Nanchu insisted, "Why don't you shoot the next scene first, I'll try again later."
The director held up the horn, looked at her for a moment, felt that this little girl was quite tough, and nodded: "OK."
The martial arts actor opposite her is a little girl about her age, from elementary school martial arts, a few times to accompany the practice down, a little unhappy, pouting and sitting on the side of the rolled eyes sullen.
Nanchu thought: at least I am an eighteen line starlet, how can I be so disrespectful.
But it's true.
This winter, let a person soak in the water, accompanied by an eighteen line practice a roughly only three seconds of footage of the fight scene, this thing put aside who who is not happy ah, and do not give more money.
Thinking about it and thinking about it, I don't think it's right, how can I be considered sixteen lines now.
For the thirty-eighth time, he was knocked down, his face and body covered with mud, his feet wrinkled directly in the water, his skin molting layer by layer.
Nanchu finally figured out the essence of a bit of fight theater.
A few days later, her seriousness even the director could not stand to watch, but Nan Yueru is still not satisfied, that she is a little less essence, the director felt that this mother how to be so cruel? In private, she secretly asked, "Is she her own daughter?"
Met with Nan Yue Ru's big white eyes, the two private relationship is good, but also did not count, after the director and then turned to think, Nan Yue Ru this woman on their own are so cruel, not to mention the daughter.
She is really dedicated in this aspect of acting, so many years in the industry, shot hundreds of movies and TV dramas, all the actors and directors who have worked with her have to praise her dedication, although the people are proud, playing scenes from the use of stunt doubles, excellence in every shot, the role of digestion into their soul, slowly into the drama, so she is very deep into the heart of the role of each play.
When shooting that movie, Nanchu mental stress is highly concentrated, and the United States and China run both ways, a kill, tense nerves loose, people will be sick.
His body is covered with injuries from the hanging pressure and the fight scene.
Those feet had been in the water for a long time in the winter, and towards the beginning of spring, they were sore and terrible as soon as the rainy weather set in.
Though physically and mentally exhausted.
But by the time the director passed her a couple of finished clips, the satisfaction was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
The feeling of running wildly toward a goal was something she hadn't experienced before.
There may not have been anyone to walk with her on this path, but at least, she was one step closer to him.
......
An Jiang.
Deer Mountain is in the southernmost part of the motherland, with mountains cascading, rugged and winding, full of verdure.
Mountain high trees, cliffs and steep cliffs, forest trees dense, lush and continuous, just before a Mao snow, heaven and earth are covered with a layer of white, the road area with a thick several feet of snow-covered.
Late at night when all is quiet, a fire truck is traveling down a winding mountain road.
The ghastly white headlights hit the iron gates of the Deer Hill Fire Detachment, and the sentry let go of the line as the car drove slowly into the squad and came to a stop.
Seven or eight tall men in firefighting uniforms got out of the car.
Chatting idly while standing in front of the pole rack and changing clothes.
"That's enough for those two to play the field in the middle of winter."
"Don't talk if you're a single dog." The one who spoke was the man with a square face and yo dark skin standing in the penultimate position, called Zhao Guo.
Someone else chimed in, "I don't have a problem with playing the field, I don't have a problem with driving this fucking car into a ditch and being locked inside I really don't know how these two did it."
Zhao Guo patted his comrade's shoulder and smiled heatedly, "That's because you've seen less ah, I've been doing firefighting for so many years, what oddballs haven't seen, and I've seen even more oddballs than this."
A few people were having a pretty good discussion.
The man at the head of the station did not say a word, his back was tall and silent after changing clothes people went out.
As a result, Zhao Guo pulled him back, "Hey hey hey--Lu Snapdragon, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, why don't we think about putting together a few programs?"
Lin Lu Snap changed back into camouflage uniforms, hands copied in his pockets, glanced at him obliquely, not waiting for him to speak, Zhao Guo was squadron leader Chen Xuchuan pressed his head, "Give me to honestly stay, was all day thinking about making things happen!"
Zhao Guo rubbed the back of his head, "Lu Snapdragon's first year on duty here with us, we have to welcome him."
It's not a welcome, it's just that I want to play.
Zhao Guo is a simple man who doesn't make a fuss and works honestly, hoping that his unit will give him some good benefits so that he can send them back to his mother.
Lin Lu Snapdragon has been here for only a month, handsome and sent from Beixun, plus he usually doesn't talk much.
This group of players at first also see him quite upset, everywhere to find him stubble, just feel the people end of the frame, but in the end is sent down from the top, not clear background, but also do not dare to make too much noise, on the dark side to straighten out his, but Zhao Guo is simple, do not dare to make a mess with a few other.
No matter how much the other team members egged him on, Zhao just didn't go along with the others, firstly he didn't like to make enemies, secondly he quite liked Lin Luchu, he thought that although he was silent and not easy to contact, he walked the talk and didn't have so many crooked ideas as these people.
Then one very opportune evening, the two men sat together and talked, and Zhao Guo told him all this, and Lin Lu Snapshot scowled in amusement, and the man leaned back, his hands propped up on the floor.
If this is heard by a few of Da Liu's.
Probably the first to disagree, certainly holding up a banner shouting all over the world: "Since childhood, it is he who has the most crooked ideas! Don't look at his face to pretend to be serious, but in fact, this kid has a belly full of bad water!"
Zhao completely and utterly convinced him was after a rescue.
At the end of December, a mudslide collapsed, burying several families, he did not know where the experience, commanded more than the squadron leader, especially calm, although privately some people do not like him, but the rescue is still a heart, very tacit understanding, to solve the problem of timeliness, the judgment under the fast and accurate.
Since then, there have been fewer people looking for a fight.
When they met, they also greeted each other nervously, "Brother Lu Snapdragon."
A man's pride is still very important.
Someone had privately sought out Lin Luchu for a sparring session and was abused by him, and then this group of early twenties boys suddenly realized something.
Thirty for a man is a fucking fascinating age.
Zhao Guo couldn't help but say, "I hope that when I reach thirty I can also have the same charm as Brother Lu Snapdragon."
A teammate nonchalantly taunted, "Come on, do you have his face?"
Something that is actually innate in the bones.
"He's unusual at first glance."
Evening talks at the beginning of spring.
Zhao mysteriously said that he invited everyone to watch a movie.
The eight people in the dorm sat with their hands spread waiting for him to hand out movie tickets.
Zhao mysteriously pulls a white shimmering projector out of his back.
The crowd sighs, "What the hell?"
Zhao Guo: "I have that money I sent it home to my mom a long time ago, the instructor went down to the countryside a few days ago to broadcast fire prevention propaganda, put this thing in my place, I just downloaded a good movie, come watch it together."
The crowd said, "Not interested."
Zhao Guo looked at Lin Luchu, who was lying on the bed with his clothes on, holding a copy of Military Treatise in his hands.
"Lu Primrose, are you watching?"
Lin Luchu raised his head and swept his eyes, then lowered his head again, and said in a faint voice, "You guys watch."
Zhao continued to advise, "This movie is superb! The online reviews are super high! It's He Zhengping's finale, this year's New Year's Eve, the movie is packed, I heard there's a big boobs in it, do you want to see it?"
The point: oversized boobs.
Crowd: "Whatever, you put it on."
Zhao Guo joyfully went to put it on.
Lin Luzhu looked down at his military theory and didn't raise a glance.
He Zhengping's movie scale are not too big, the chest is indeed oversized, is covered a little good, Liu Yingying full wear cheongsam, to nothing scenic to see, is occasionally cheongsam under the exposed legs, attracting people reverie non non.
Especially with the General riding on horseback with the horse bouncing around.
Crowd: Big indeed, who is this woman?
How would Jo know, never remembering the name of the actor, "Who cares who she is, big you just watch!"
By the time we get to the only intimate scene in the movie, it's intimate, but it's only as soon as the curtains are lowered and the two silhouettes are imprinted in reverse.
Beep--
Pull the lights.
"Grass, slept with by a white boy!?"
Lin Luchu subconsciously looked up from his book, glanced lightly, and saw Nanchu's small face with red lips and white teeth reflected by the screen.
That piece of navy blue cheongsam especially set off her, body alluring.
Next.
The projector was pulled off.
"All of you go to sleep!"