"painting?"

For a moment, everyone was stunned, shocked and puzzled.

Director Zhou reacted and asked hurriedly: "Brother Bai, what painting did you say?"

"Um……"

Bai Ye pondered for a moment before speaking: "A painting that I have conceived for a long time but has not yet drawn."

"ah?"

Everyone was stunned, with doubt in their eyes.

They think Bai Ye is playing tricks on everyone. If you haven’t drawn it, what are you talking about?

However, when Bai Ye continued to tell the story, the expression on a person's face also changed unpredictably.

"Brother Bai..."

Director Zhou's eyes shone, immediately grabbed Bai Ye's hands and said excitedly: "Your idea is high, it's really high, it's so reliable... OK, just do it like this. Brother Bai, I'll ask you for this."

At this time, no one in the crew opposed it.

Because according to Bai Ye's idea, it is not a problem whether this is drawn in the end or not.

In particular, Director Zhou followed Bai Ye's advice and took a few more shots again, and then edited and played them back. These ordinary shots were flawlessly integrated into the plot without any abruptness.

If you hadn't known the connotation of these shots in advance, you probably wouldn't have paid attention to them deliberately.

From this we can see that the hidden threads of the movie were successfully arranged.

Without affecting the plot, the meaning of the movie is taken to the next level.

This is also an unexpected surprise for everyone.

Facts have proved that Bai Ye’s suggestions really have a bit of turning stones into gold. For those who have real skills, even if everyone doesn’t say it, they will maintain respect for their behavior.

So Bai Ye was naturally treated with courtesy when he stayed in the crew. Director Zhou also pulled him and kept studying and discussing the plot of the movie, the actors' acting skills, sets and other issues.

It was not until evening that the shooting came to an end, and Bai Ye took the opportunity to leave.

Cao Xiang was responsible for picking up and dropping off. On the way back to the hotel, he couldn't help but reminded: "Bai Ye, the movie... If you are interested, just participate, but don't forget the main business."

"I know."

Bai Ye simply nodded: "Tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow, I will go to the countryside to collect folk songs."

“Where to go?”

Cao Xiang asked, he could arrange his itinerary and route.

"Story and Mountain."

White leaves smile.

“Eh?”

Cao Xiang was stunned. After returning to the hotel, he searched the Internet and found out where the stream and mountain were.

It was the west bank of Taihu Lake, a county town with a relatively developed economy.

But how to say it, there is inevitably shadow in places where the sun shines. A wealthy place naturally has poor areas, which is the two sides of things.

The place Baiye is going to go is a remote mountain village in Xishan County.

The place is remote and located in the mountainous area.

Mud walls, black tiles, stone roads, thousands of years of ancient trees and new buds, and a quiet mountain village in the deep mountains. At the foot of the mountain, looking up, an ancient tree towering sky blocked the dilapidated houses.

These houses were not built in one place in a unified place, but were scattered between mountains.

Dozens of families form a village.

Next to the village, some terraces can be seen faintly. Of course, the most common one is tea trees. On several nearby hills, dense and neatly arranged tea trees are planted.

In these tea gardens, you can also see some people carrying bamboo cages and working hard.

Picking tea is not easy and hard.

The most important thing is that tea buds can only be produced with good quality tea only after picking them in a specific few days. Otherwise, the tea buds will grow old and are not worthwhile after the days.

Therefore, the harvest of tea is also a competition against time.

In the past few days, all the staff of the village were dispatched to pick tea. In fact, when the white leaves arrived in the village, the work was coming to an end and every household began to bake tea.

When the white leaves climbed the mountain, they immediately smelled the special fragrance of tea, which was filled with the air.

"Hey, Brother Bai..."

A middle-aged man guarded the entrance of the village. After seeing Baiye, he immediately waved enthusiastically.

"Uncle."

Bai Ye responded with a smile.

To be honest, after meeting him, he felt that the surname of middle-aged people was really advantageous. The surname was Gong. When he was young, he could be called Xiao Gong. If he was older... well.

The entire village is basically dominated by the surname Gong.

So the village name is Gongcun.

The middle-aged man's name is Gong Fugui. His simple name is also the wish of his elders to him. However, it also confirms the old saying that the more you think, the less you lack.

Gong Village is in Xishan Village and is one of the most backward mountain villages.

It is precisely because of this that the most primitive appearance has been retained.

Gong Fugui led Bai Ye to walk slowly in the village and introduced the situation in the village: "Our village, according to the research of the county's experts, has existed for at least a thousand years. It was during the war, when we hid from the county town to the mountains."

"What's interesting is that the group of people who started to move to the village moved back to the county town when the war was quelled, and the village gradually became deserted. When the war broke out again, new people fled to the mountains and used this abandoned village."

"Repeat two or three times, it was the ancestors of the Gong family who moved to the mountains more than a hundred years ago and never wanted to make trouble again. They reproduced and grew up for generations until now..."

Gong Fugui also sighed a little: "But young people nowadays are not used to the poverty in the mountains. Many people are no longer willing to come back after working in the county town to make money."

This is a cycle of reincarnation...

Bai Ye comforted: "To a certain extent, this is considered to be a scattered branch for Gongcun, which is not a bad thing."

"Uh-huh."

Gong Fugui changed the subject and pointed his hand and smiled, "Look at it..."

Looking at the white leaves, I saw a towering tree, which came into my eyes. The huge trunk was surrounded by several people, and the roots were scattered and exposed on the surface of the strata, densely packed.

"This is a ginkgo tree, which has a thousand years of history."

Gong Fugui smiled and said, "This is the treasure of the towns and villages in our village, and it is included in the county annals. Almost every year, people come to visit and appreciate it."

"sharp……"

The white leaves sighed sincerely. It is autumn now, and the leaves of ginkgo have become yellow. Under the reflection of the sun, it seems like fire is burning, with golden light.

Such a scene is indeed quite pleasing to the eye.

The most important thing is that at this moment, under the ginkgo tree, Lin Xianyu changed into simple clothes, tied up his black and beautiful thick hair, and put on a bamboo hat.

He was carrying a bamboo cage, and his fair and slender hands were holding a tea leaf.

She smiled lightly and walked by the ginkgo tree covered with fallen leaves, as if she was returning home with a full load of tea pickers.

Seller show this...

A true tea picker is not so beautiful, he is step by step, without the fireworks of the world, full of fairy spirit.

However, the people in the city just took this trick.

Bai Ye smiled.

He also thinks that this is good.

It's advertising.
Chapter completed!