Chapter 674

I saw a dozen ragged men sitting on the earthen Kang.

Everyone's face has a dreamy expression, and a few people are giggling. What's more surprising is that they are all holding all kinds of local musical instruments, as if they are having a country concert.

The whole yard is full of strong smell, you can smell it without stepping into the door. A corner of the yard is filled with all kinds of garbage, and a video camera is placed next to the garbage.

Apart from the new camera, everything in the yard, including people, was full of a sense of dilapidation.

Dirty clothes, dirty bedding, dirty environment.

This is Zhao Yani's set?

She's here to shoot this stuff?

Or is she just trying to impress the public, deliberately finding such a group of people, making the environment so messy, and shooting to get attention?

Wang Yong flashed several thoughts in his heart, and looked at Zhao Yani again.

If Zhao Yanni is really the kind of person who takes pictures of the poor in China and then wins the international sympathies award, Wang Yong doesn't mind giving her some unforgettable lessons.

It is true that there are many poor areas in China, but it is not acceptable for Wang Yong to deceive villagers to set up a new moral limit.

And Wang Yong has not yet attack, but see at this time sitting on the left of a man suddenly out of bed.

Trembling, he touched a bamboo pole beside the bed, then touched it on the ground, explored it step by step, and walked slowly to the camera in the yard.

But a blind man.

"Director Zhao is not here. Let's take this opportunity to record the part that we didn't record well just now." The blind man said, groping on the camera a few times, skillfully opened the camera.

This seat should have been placed for a long time. There is no need to adjust it to the direction of this group of men.

"Shit, are you ready?" Another man, who was nearly 70 years old last year, listened outside and asked.

The blind man got out of bed and walked back to the earthen Kang. He touched Sanxian and said, "OK, old box. Big guy, let's go. "

Voice down, see all the men on the bed in an instant changed expression.

Just now that kind of dreamy expression swept away, replaced by a desolate Pathetique, solemn look.

"One, two, three, four..." Wang Yong silently counted from left to right.

Suddenly found a let his heart violent twitch the fact.

There are eleven people in all. They are all blind!

Before Wang Yong's shock was over, he heard a sudden sound of a three stringed piano, like a crow breaking the silence of the courtyard.

This voice, instinctively, makes people resist, and psychologically, they are disgusted with this kind of unpleasant voice.

But it is this kind of resistance that makes the desolate song enter the hearts of the three people.

"Ask heaven, ask earth, ask my parents, what am I like after a generation?

After a village and a village, playing the huqin, the whole day price go everywhere.

Cloud for quilt, mountain for bed, summer to cold, I went all over Taihang.

This porridge that dry, three meals a day to eat a thousand rice.

Scooped a bowl and a bowl, do not send in the hand, I can not eat that rice.

It's said that the world outside the mountain is good, but the blind artist's heart is still in the mountain.

……

No one outside the sky will listen to me sing, sing a auspicious return we Taihang.

Don't ask for the glory, don't ask for the wealth, but ask for a loud voice to sing to the sky

Without too many singing skills and gorgeous voice, it's like a high pitched voice rushing into the sky, roaring up with the voice, with the original flavor of the vast loess land.

Eleven people, with tacit understanding, no one in the whole process of mistakes, no one to win. The perfect combination of singing and music makes the lyrics sound rather rough and shine.

Finally, the scene was quiet.

The old man named shidanzi leaned his head and asked, "how do you feel this time, big guy?"

No one answered.

Because there was a burst of applause from outside the hospital.

"Who? Is director Zhao back? " The blind put down their instruments and asked.

When they heard Zhao Yani's familiar voice, they could not help smiling.

As she walked in, Zhao Yani praised: "it's wonderful. Today's song is the most lost one these days! I'll see how it goes. "

With that, Zhao Yani played back the recorded video again, then clapped her hands and said, "it's perfect! Shit, you can be a cameraman

Zhao Yani's praise made the 70 year old man named Shidan show a shy smile.

But Qian Xiaozheng was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Yani, I remember you recruited a team before? Why are you alone now? Not even the most basic cameraman? "

With a smile, Zhao Yani said, "at the beginning, I thought the movie was too simple. I thought a million would be enough. Who knows, it's not enough to use it. It's far from enough. I had to sell my house, borrow another million dollars and support the film. Who knows, the money is not enough, so that in the end even the crew's wages are not paid out. No, that's the situation. I'm the only one left in the whole crew, with this machine. The director, the camera, the screenwriter, the producer and the post editing are all arranged by me, aren't they very powerful? "

Zhao Yani's words are very relaxed. At last, she shows a naughty smile and seems to be waiting for Qian Xiaozheng to praise her.

But Qian Xiaozheng didn't praise him as he expected. Instead, his eyes were slightly red and he said, "Yanni, I didn't expect that you are in this situation now... Why don't you go back? There's no need for you to squat here and suffer these crimes! "

Zhao Yani was still smiling and said, "I've come this far. If I give up halfway, isn't it a pity? Maybe we can succeed just by taking a step forward! "

Half of those who travel a hundred miles can see that Zhao Yani really doesn't want to give up.

"She seems to be mistaken." Wang Yong's eyes flashed and said in his heart.

"Are you interested in telling me the story you told them?" Wang Yong goes up to Zhao Yanni, reaches out his hand and asks.

In the face of Wang Yong's sudden kindness, Zhao Yani generously extended her hand and shook it with Wang Yong.

"Of course. But before that, I have to cook and try my craft. My stick noodles are delicious! "

With that, Zhao Yani carefully turned off the camera and went to cook.

Qian Xiaozheng looks at Zhao Yani's busy figure, more and more sad. A woman who came out of a big city had a fantastic life. Now it's reduced to this, and even learned to make food that she couldn't even look at before.

"Don't think about it. Others may not be as pitiful as you think. Look, she's really enjoying what she's doing Wang Yong pointed to Zhao Yani and said.

At the side of the pot, Zhao Yani was talking to the blind people while she was burning a fire. She laughed heartily from time to time.

"Like... Really." Qian Xiaozheng murmured uncertainly.

"Let's have dinner!" A moment later, Zhao Yani served her best corn cake.

In fact, there are many such coarse grain stores in the city, which are not bad and delicious. However, the reason why the cakes in those stores are delicious is that the raw materials used are good enough. Cook a pot of fish and paste cakes around it. Can the smoked cakes taste bad?

Now, there's nothing but tortillas, not even pickles.

It's hard to swallow one, not to mention a few.

Qian Xiaozheng can't swallow it after only half a meal. Reality is far from ideal.

He has the determination and faith to bear hardships, but not the body and environment to bear hardships.

On the contrary, Wang Yong and Zhao Yanni eat very well, just like people who have lived here for decades.

Seeing Wang Yong's appearance, Zhao Yani looks at Wang Yong unexpectedly and shows a smile.

Finally, after a meal, the blind people went out to rest and walk with each other.

Wang Yong and Zhao Yani are sitting on a slope, looking at the desolate gully in the distance, whispering.

"The first time I came into contact with them was on the stage of an old ancestral hall. A group of blind people in ragged clothes were sitting on the blanket singing. Clearly very happy melody, but let me tears on the spot. Do you know the reaction of Seiji Ozawa when he heard Er Quan Ying Yue? I'm just like that. "

Wang Yong nodded.

After listening to blind a Bing's ER Quan Ying Yue, Ozawa said only one thing: "I should listen to this music on my knees."

I think Zhao Yani also had the same touch, so she burst into tears.

Zhao Yanni brushed her hair and continued: "they are called blind people. They are a group of blind people. They are made up of 11 blind people. For more than 70 years, he has been a vagrant singer for a living. In fact, they also have an awe inspiring identity. During the eight years of the Anti Japanese War, they served as our army's intelligence team and helped our army pass on all the enemy's intelligence by singing. It's just a pity that they didn't compile, file, or even have any paper records. The most basic memory only exists in the chatting of the villagers. They walked in the vast Taihang Mountains and lived in no fixed place. However, most of the ditty songs born in this loess field and the original way of singing are unexpectedly preserved.

This is a group of people, walking at the bottom of the world, they live or die, no one cares. At most, the team without eyes once broke through 100, but now, there are only 11 of them left. "

Although Zhao Yani's story is very calm, Wang Yong is still shaking uncontrollably.

From more than 100 people to 11 people, no one knows the death of so many lives except the mountains and the Loess fields.

If he didn't come here by chance, maybe Wang Yong never knew there were such a group of people.

"I like a saying very much: happiness without desire and concealment is real happiness; The freedom to live and die is the real freedom. Maybe it's because of this sentence. One day three years ago, I suddenly made up my mind to record the life journey of these 11 people. Not for the box office, not for reputation, just for the silent blooming of this group of people to get everyone's recognition and attention.

Even the most humble people have the right to leave traces in this world.

What's more, people without eyes are not humble at all, on the contrary, they are great. They feel that death is not a fear, it is not an end, but a journey from one world to another. It's joyful, not sad. "