Wang Jun, who had never been to Shanxi before, felt a sense of familiarity as he looked at the ancient city of Fenyang. Because everything in front of him reminded him of his hometown, Shangluo. His hometown was also such a paradise. There was no roar of the engine, no noise of the machines. Every time he returned home, he would see a familiar and stooped back at the village entrance.
Thinking of this, Wang Jun felt a wave of emotions in his heart. Home sounded so close yet so far away. He silently told himself that he would give himself at most two more years, at most... Listening to the pure accent of the people around him, Wang Jun could vaguely understand what they wanted to express.
Fenyang, located in the north, did not have the graceful beauty of Jiangnan. Naturally, the people of Shanxi also looked so "weathered". The streets were dirty and dirty, and they were smoking low-quality cigarettes. It was also the norm that could be seen. Even an introvert like Wang Jun found it easy to blend into such a group.
"I should find a place to stay first, Wang Jun thought unconsciously.”Wang Jun didn't prepare anything because he came here to experience the life of the characters in the movie. Everything seemed to be a little casual.
Speaking of this, I have to mention Jia Zhangke. As a typical figure of the sixth generation of directors, he has always been the focus of the film and television industry and the love of the audience. Jia Zhangke's film works were deeply rooted in the social reality of China in the past 20 years. His works were very down-to-earth, always insisting on seeking an entry point from social reality, focusing on the stories of the people at the bottom of society, reflecting the changes of society and the times.
In the past,'Little Mountain Going Home' and 'Little Wu' had this style. In other words, Jia Zhangke could be said to be a witness to the most ordinary people in Chinese society. He was dedicated to describing the lives and mental states of small characters, showing the true state of the characters. Therefore, a direct, even documentary, approach was adopted to portray the challenges faced by these small people in their lives.
The main reason why Jia Zhangke's film style was so popular was that he was close to life and reflected reality. The director was based on the authenticity of the film, but it could not be equated with reality, nor could it be equated with a miniature of a certain era.
He was committed to reflecting the bottom-level characters in social life, not to show the complexity and good and evil of the human heart. In fact, these films were a rational examination of the urban transformation period, and the uneasiness and resistance shown by the characters in the films were also the theme that Jia Zhangke's films had always insisted on. Based on these considerations, Wang Jun had the idea of this trip.
" Hello, uncle. May I know which block is available for rent…" Wang Jun asked an old man politely. This was a habit of his. When he went out, he would call the younger one his sister, the older one his brother, and the rest his uncles and aunts.
" Renting a house, that..." Wang Jun, who had been walking around for a long time, still found his place. It was more like a place where he could sleep temporarily. Because the house was a simple civilian house, it was located at the back. During the day, there was almost no light in the room without the lights on. The dim lights made the room slightly brighter. The smell of the damp room was daunting.
"This is it." Wang Jun said without hesitation. The reason why he didn't hesitate was because he heard that the price of this room was the lowest, and he wasn't the kind of person who would haggle.
"Originally, my house was rented for at least three months. If you look good, I'll rent you for a month.”The landlady was a middle-aged woman who was dressed in an unknown style of clothing. He spoke in a native accent. She didn't have the overbearing manner of the landlady in Kung Fu, nor did she have the flirtatious manner of the lady boss of Tongfu Inn.
Thank you, Big Sister." Wang Jun said dryly, but he didn't know what to say. Fortunately, the other party was not a talkative person. After reminding him, he took his leave. Wang Jun, who had tidied up, lay on the bed. He stared at the ceiling quietly, thinking about how to experience life in this limited half a month. He kept recalling all the information about Cui Mingliang in his mind, and even the scenes of other characters replayed in his mind.
After he had finished reading all the content, he had a preliminary idea-to perform on the streets. This was because not only could they see how the people of Fenyang lived, but they could also earn some extra money.
Wang Jun had always thought that if he wasn't lazy, he would also be an artistic youth. Now, he was at least an amateur. The seemingly quiet him liked to shout at the top of his lungs because he felt that he would not be restrained and would not have to worry about the "sauce rice oil salt vinegar" in his life.
Wang Jun took out the guitar from his luggage. He couldn't tell what brand it was. It was something that he had obtained by carrying forward his fine tradition of "picking up scraps" in the past. There was no legendary dust on the " guitar " because he took it out from time to time to " play." " Hmph, I've also embarked on the path of literature and art." The corners of his mouth twitched as he smiled bitterly. Before this, he had never thought of performing in front of so many people.
"Just think of it as fighting for your salary!”Wang Jun thought. The night in Fenyang in July was still a little quiet. It was completely different from the atmosphere of the future world where lights were waning everywhere and square dancing filled the air. Wang Jun looked around and chose a bridgehead with a lot of customers. He gently plucked a few keys to test the tone of the guitar.
He had just started today's performance. Speaking of which, the greatest achievement of this era might be that he still remembered the songs he had heard before. He opened his mouth and looked at the dazzling starry sky. Only his own figure accompanied him. Wang Jun hesitated for a moment and sang out his inner thoughts without thinking.
The setting sun shines on my face again
Reflecting my restless heart again
Where is this place, still so desolate
The endless journey is so long
I'm the prodigal son who always walks alone in the distance
You are my woman in the vast sea of people
On the road to a foreign land, every cold night
This longing, it hurts me like a knife
I always see your helpless eyes in my dreams
My heart is awakened again
I stand here and think of the scene of parting with you
You stand alone in the crowd
That's your broken heart
But my heart is so wild
You will always be my hometown in my heart
You're always waiting for me alone, silently waiting
On the road to a foreign land, every cold night
This longing, it hurts me like a knife
I always see your helpless eyes in my dreams
My heart is awakened again
I stand here and think of the scene of parting with you
You stand alone in the crowd
That's your broken heart
But my heart is so wild
I always see your helpless eyes in my dreams
My heart is awakened again
I always see myself walking home in my dreams
You stand under the setting sun, your face charming
That's your dress flying
That was when you were as gentle as water, following the king's song. The people who were originally just there to join in the fun gathered more and more. Wang Jun also had more and more money piled up around him. "This is an unexpected gain. It seems that I need to go out and start a side job.
" Wang Jun thought unconsciously. To be honest, Wang Jun's voice was ordinary, but it had a vicissitudes that ordinary people did not have. After all, not everyone had experienced rebirth. Some people said that men were very moving when they were serious. Perhaps women belonged to this category. She did not know any singing techniques at all and just wanted to fully integrate her emotions into the song and vent them out.
"Mommy, Mommy. This uncle sings very well." A girl with a ponytail clapped her hands and said to her mother. "Yes, our Nan Nan will sing very well when she grows up.”As more and more people walked to his side, Wang Jun, who should have been very nervous, surprisingly quieted down.
"Uncle, can you sing a song about a girl?”Just as he was thinking about what to sing. A very beautiful girl with a long ponytail walked up to Wang Jun. Wang Jun thought for a moment." Then I'll sing you a Southern Girl."”Then, she stopped looking at the other party and started singing. In a northern village lived a southern girl
She always likes to stand by the roadside in a flowery dress
She doesn't talk much, but her smile is so calm and melodious
What's in her weak eyes? Is it the sadness of longing?
The rainy winter in the southern town is not as cold as the north
She doesn't need a bloated cotton coat to cover her watery face
She leaves a shadow on the street where she comes and goes, and the fragrance will cause a certain heartache
In the blink of an eye, the fragrance has dispersed, and the shadow has disappeared
Southern girl, are you used to the cool autumn in the north?
Southern girl, do you like the straightforwardness of northerners?
The days are like those sleepless nights
She's chewing gum, talking about her dreams to the wall
Southern girl, we are all enduring the long
Southern girl, is the tall building blocking your hope?
Yesterday's rain had drenched her thin shoulders
The Big Dipper in the night sky didn't let her find the lost direction
In the sun, she was drying her clothes in the middle of the yard
In the wind of the four seasons, she scattered her hair and comforted time
Southern girl, have you fallen in love with the north?
Southern girl, you said you were going back to your hometown today
Missing makes one's heart hurt. She calls out to your tears
The fruit of the south is ripe, that is the simplest ideal
La…la…
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