In 1895, British missionary Li Deli obtained the permanent lease of a 4,000-acre piece of land on the hillside of Mount Lushan through illegal means, and named it Cooling. Later, this place was called Guling. Guling became a summer resort for Westerners in China and unexpectedly developed rapidly. In the Republic of China period, Mount Lushan became the "summer capital" of the Kuomintang, and Chiang Kai-shek went to Mount Lushan 77 times. At that time, Guling already had chapels, cinemas, libraries, hospitals, schools, tennis courts, baths, photo studios, banks, newspapers, etc., which were completely different from the outside world. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the status of Mount Lushan did not change. Teachers went to Mount Lushan three times to preside over the central meeting, and some senior leaders would also come here for recuperation. Therefore, Mount Lushan has a strong political color. "Lushan Love" happens to have the story of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party getting married, so it is very appropriate to put it here. At noon, Guling Hotel. Chen Qi was very tired from the train ride and slept comfortably for most of the day before waking up. He yawned and drew open the curtains. Outside was the small town of Guling surrounded by mountains. The wind from the mountains was refreshing and pleasant, completely different from the capital. "What a great place! No wonder everyone comes here." He washed up and went out. Filming is a national task these days. Most places where we go fully cooperate. The local management bureau is very enthusiastic and provides great support to the crew. He stayed in a single room as usual, and Wang Haowei also stayed in a single room. The rest were either double rooms or multi-person rooms.
He staggered downstairs and arrived at the restaurant. Tang Guoqiang, Gong Xue and others had just gotten up and were eating. A master chef was sitting next to them, spitting all over. "It was September 1970. We had just finished a meeting here, and suddenly we were all called out. I didn't know what was going on. When I went out, hey, guess who I was looking at?" "Who was I looking at?" Chen Qi answered and sat down. "I saw him!" The master chef was very satisfied with his supporting role and slapped his thigh: "It was in that open space, at 2:14 pm, I remember it clearly. He was very tall, waved at me, and said something, thanking me or something, but unfortunately I was stupid at the time and forgot to reply..." "Did you take a group photo?" "Yes! It's hanging on the wall, and I stood behind him... His voice and appearance are still there, I will never forget it, how could he go, it's been three years without knowing it..." "Don't be too sad, he definitely doesn't want to see us crying, we must cheer up, the revolution will succeed!" "Yes, you are a very conscious young man, oh, you haven't eaten yet, I'll go get you food!" "Thank you!" "..." The master chef obtained a very high emotional value and left happily. The friends looked at him with squinted eyes, what are you doing, you are a crosstalk performer? You will die if you drop your words on the ground, right? Chen Qi didn't care, looked around, and asked, "Where's Director Wang?" "He went to see the scenery!" "Then we are fine?" "We have to figure out the characters, you are fine for now." Tang Guoqiang said. "Oh, did you figure it out?"
Tang Guoqiang frowned and said, "Xiao Chen, I find that whatever you say, it feels a bit unserious." "When serious people look at me, I am naturally serious, and when unserious people look at me, I am naturally unserious. This is not my problem." "Uh..." Tang Guoqiang choked, and Gong Xue lowered her head and laughed secretly. The chef personally brought the food, including steamed buns and rice, a stir-fry, and a soup. Chen Qi ate and chatted with his colleagues. As a screenwriter, he really had nothing to do most of the time. Almost every crew will encounter the situation of changing the play temporarily. For a crew that doesn't care about it, the director and actors can just do it themselves, but for a crew that cares about it, the screenwriter must change it. The scriptwriters who follow the crew nowadays are different from those in later generations. The scriptwriters who follow the crew in later generations are all grandsons, or they are private scriptwriters hired by celebrities. I won’t name them here, such as Song Dandan! Some celebrities also bring private scriptwriters with them every time they join the crew to help them sort out the script. This sorting out of the script is not to make the overall shooting smoother, but to pick out the scenes that highlight themselves and make them outstanding, and re-sort them into a plot. For example, a certain supporting role originally had a long dialogue, but the celebrity felt that it was useless and delayed his performance, so he deleted it with a click. In the end, the whole play was messed up, and the editing was not smooth. The celebrity took the money and patted his butt and left, and the film company was in tears. The film company had to hire someone to re-edit and add narration to make the plot barely smooth. This is the norm in the entertainment industry. Therefore, Chen Qi was respected by the director and the whole crew, and was deeply touched and willing to help. ………… There is no tourism industry these days, and domestic tourism is only open to foreigners and overseas Chinese. Ordinary people take the opportunity of business trips to visit scenic spots, which is considered tourism. There are no tourists in Lushan, which is very quiet, with undulating mountains and pleasant greenery. Everyone ate and strolled around. Walking in this mountain town in Guling, it seems to be wrapped in a huge ink painting. I also looked at the Meilu Villa on the periphery. Meilu Villa used to be where Lao Jiang lived, and later teachers also lived here. Chen Qi was very interested. Comparing with the scene in his memory, when he came here in his previous life, this area was full of homestays and sanatoriums. As he walked, his eyes suddenly lit up and he ran to a building. This building is made of stone and looks old at first glance. It says "Guling Donggu Cinema". "This used to be a chapel built by foreign devils, but we turned it into a cinema. At that time, Chiang Kai-shek and the old witch often walked on this street. I was still a child at that time, and they gave me candies. Now that I think about it, it’s because I have low consciousness and poor thinking, and that’s all counter-revolutionary candy! " The accompanying staff were filled with indignation and denounced Chiang Kai-shek. Everyone knew that he might have been criticized for this candy. "Let's take a photo, it's such a hard trip!" Chen Qi looked at the cinema and suddenly suggested. "Okay, I brought a camera specially!" A member of the crew responded positively and opened the bag, revealing a Seagull camera inside.
"Old Tang, stand in the middle!" "Zhang Jinling, you are tall, don't stand in front!" "Xiao Chen, stand next to Gong Xue!" "Attention!" With a click, more than a dozen people took photos, and everyone was very excited. It is a rare opportunity to travel like this. … night. The mountain breeze blows from the window, circulates around the room, and then goes out through the crack of the door. There is no need for a fan at all. The breeze in the hall is the coolest. Chen Qi was wearing a vest and shorts, sitting at the table and laying out pen and paper. He had nothing to do for the time being, so he thought about writing something more. "Lushan Love" was about time and he didn't have time to study it. He was not in a hurry and could write whatever he wanted. "Let's write a novel first, and then we can revise the script after the novel, and we can get two portions of the money." "Novel manuscript fees are not high, but mosquito meat is also meat." "What to write?" The current popular scar literature? He shook his head, this was the most annoying thing. The conversation with Wang Haowei on the train was not pretentious. He really likes to serve the people and create something that the people like to hear and see, so as to pave the way for the future. When he came to this era, he was destined to have certain ideas that were different from those of the contemporary generation. If he just followed the trend, then why would he come here? "Well, shall I become a martial artist?" "Martial arts is street literature at this time, and I don't know if any magazines are willing to accept it. If..." "Dong dong dong!" Just as he had some ideas, he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from upstairs. After a brief pause, it started ringing again, not very regularly. "..." The sound was not loud, but Chen Qi hated being disturbed when he was thinking about something. He couldn't bear it for a while, so he put on a pair of trousers and ran upstairs.