Chapter 13 Empathy

"The snow has melted, it's very cold these days." Lu Jingyun glanced at his reddened cheeks, "Aside from shooting better, you don't have the qualities of a soldier at all, and your self-management skills are too poor."

Huai Yan was still pondering the meaning of his words, but Lu Jingyun had already taken off the dark green cape and put it on Huai Yan's shoulders.

Huai Yan smelled the familiar sandalwood scent on the cloak, and felt a strong attachment in his heart. He wanted to express his thanks, but he couldn't bear to destroy the quiet and peaceful atmosphere at this time.

"The identities of those three people have not been found, most of them are bastards found in the dark alleys. I wanted to start a search from your Jinghua side, but Xu Zhengyang basically did not provide clues. After a long time, you are fine for the time being. The police have dismissed the case... that's all I can do, and you must be more careful when you are in Yanyun City in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu..." Huai Yan suppressed the rushing emotions in his heart, and the moment he lowered his head, hot tears fell on Shi Ya'er, which was carved with tiny ice patterns by the cold wind.

Lu Jingyun looked at the wet stain, and looked back again, "It was said that you would stop work on the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month. It's twenty-seven today, why hasn't Xu Zhengyang moved?"

"It's all my fault." Huai Yan explained the progress he had made because of his own failure, and Lu Jingyun said lightly: "It's the script. Many emotions in the book are too fake and too full. People who have really experienced it, Instead, there will be no such intense performance.”

How smart is Huai Yan, he has already caught the sound of Lu Jingyun's words at this time, he asked softly, "Have you experienced such a thing, Chief Lu?"

Lu Jingyun's eyes were as cold as ice, "The treacherous changes on the battlefield can also be written into the art of war with the lessons of blood to wake up future generations. But you can never guess the human heart. Driven by interests, you will often grow up with you. Da, and your comrade-in-arms, who were born and died, drew swords to face each other when you didn't expect it. You were surprised, puzzled, and angry at first, but when countless people died in front of you, you didn't have the heart to think about this, and your heart was like cement. Pouring it up and seeing everything is numb."

"You will continue to fight on their corpses, the boots are full of sticky blood, as if your toes can be glued together, the sky is full of eagles and crows pecking at the corpses, and the snow just fell to the ground, it was stained It turned red." Lu Jingyun recalled the tragic situation of the Battle of Songyuan eight years ago, his face still did not fluctuate, but his eyes were a little more sad, "It is also because of this battle that I have never seen a relative again, he should have died. , and since then, I've been like a dead man."

Huai Yan suddenly felt a chill and despair, unable to utter a word, his heart throbbed and breathing became very difficult, because it was what Lu Jingyun had experienced, and he seemed to be able to empathize more.

Empathy to put oneself in one's shoes is not something that can be picked up without any reason or pitch, but is the starting point for deeply implanting affection into one's heart. Huai Yan didn't know this truth at the time, he just had a very ridiculous idea, even in such a dangerous and frightening battlefield, he could not wait to go back and experience the experience.

How did Lu Jingyun know that Huai Yan had already felt the pain in his heart and blood because of him. He originally only spoke for the purpose of helping his performance, but when he mentioned the old man, it was already an expression of his heart. .

Regarding the matter of that person, he has not spoken a word to the outside world for eight years, but every time he faces Huai Yan, he has the urge to talk about it, even though the identity of the person in front of him is still doubtful.

Maybe it's because he is too similar to him, maybe he hasn't completely turned into a cold-blooded machine, or maybe the imprint of his youth on this life is too deep and too deep.

He lowered his eyes and saw that Huai Yan had tears in his eyes, but he pulled away from his memory first, and his tone became more relaxed, "I saw this comrade later, this time his identity is a prisoner of war. The place where we met. , is the death row."

Huai Yan raised his head when he heard the words, clusters of pine branches printed natural patterns on his face, moist and bright eyes embedded in them, full of moonlight.

"You can't guess what we said." Lu Jingyun looked at him, his voice subconsciously softened, "I drank a few cups with him, ate a meal that I usually eat, and talked about stories about my childhood. Even if he asked him I've died once, and I'll pull the trigger on his head at dawn, but the whole thing is peaceful, not as hysterical as he's written, and nothing about politics - he's made that choice, and What can we talk about? The position is a thing, once you stand on the opposite side, you can't come back."

Huai Yan stayed up all night. He went back to the tent and studied Liang Wenmo's script again. Suddenly, he understood why Lu Jingyun didn't like this novel. He understood Liang Wenmo's desire to enrich the characters' experiences and create a three-dimensional image. , but Liang Wenmo still lacks some empathy ability. He likes to put the hero and heroine in extremely romantic scenes. He is a master at writing love, but not an expert at writing human nature. For some plots, his perspective is superior and taken for granted. As a result, Xie Diping is a contradiction in this scene, and the performance is naturally wrong.

Huai Yan came up with a bold idea. He wanted to get rid of the shackles of the script and grasp the scene in his own way. He repeatedly recalled the experience of Lu Jingyun, and painted the scene at that time with a pen. After painting a few pictures, he found that he had already burst into tears. Huai Yan had a new idea for the performance of this play. He went out and saw that the tent of the actor Ji Zhou, who was opposite him, was still lit, so he quietly went to look for him.

"Director Xu, can you add some props today? Yellow wine and a few dishes are fine." When they arrived on the set the next day, everyone noticed that Huai Yan's mood had changed. No drama at all since last night.

Xu Zhengyang took a close look at his state, and asked someone to prepare without asking anything.

"The plum bushes in front of the yard have been chopped down." In front of the camera, Huai Yan took off his military cap, gently pulled the corner of his mouth, and then opened his palms, and some dried plum petals fell out of his fingers. The two child actors of Xie Diping once played in the plum tree at Xie Diping's house, and they secretly tasted the rice wine that the adults in the kitchen had kept for several years that night. Huai Yan picked some fallen petals and sandwiched them in the book, which came in handy for a while.

There was a hint of surprise in Ji Zhou's eyes, and then he smiled bitterly, "Really?" After a pause, he said again: "Di Ping, you finally understand, nothing is set in stone."

"Director Xu, Huai Yan didn't follow the script..." The camera assistant quietly gestured to Xu Zhengyang.

"Follow up." Xu Zhengyang waved his hand to signal for the cooperation of all the cameras.

They talked in a relaxed and steady tone, chatting about small things, dipping the tip of chopsticks in rice wine and putting it in their mouths, then smiled knowingly. Winter seems cold and genial, but the wind mercilessly stirs up the remaining snow, blows open the closed window, and the plum petals dance, passing over their shoulder emblems in military uniforms of different colors, and slipping silently into the room. corner.

"Give me a gun and have a good time."

"OK."

Huai Yan put the gun on the table, and then stepped out of the door. The door was blown by the wind and swayed and did not close. Ji Zhou smiled and pressed the muzzle of the gun to his temples, but when he pressed the trigger, he suddenly stretched out his arm towards him.forward!

At the same time, Huai Yan also turned around, pulled out Browning from the cloak, and quickly exploded the blood bag on Ji Zhou's chest. Ji Zhou fell down under the shocked eyes of everyone, Huai Yan glanced at him,Turned around and walked forward.

Two dignified and crystal tears dripped from his peaceful and quiet face. This is a set of close-up shots. There is not much expression on his impeccable appearance, but it conveys unspeakable sadness.

Huai Yan walked out of the camera, leaned over and gasped for breath. Tears fell directly into the snow that had turned into mud. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, as if everyone was frozen. After a few snaps of time,The cheers and cheers came like a tidal wave.