Chapter 492
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There were more than a dozen supporting actors in the film. The co-directors had searched for them in the Spanish-speaking region for a long time.
Some of them were actors in stage plays, some were actors in plays, and some were actors in indie films. Many of them were not actors in their own profession.
However, every single one of them was a fan of indie films. Some of them were even willing to do it for free just to play a role they liked.
Qin Guan had a better understanding of foreign art filmmakers. Even in his sleep, he dreamed that all Chinese actors and directors of the sixth generation of Chinese directors would be so happy that they would cry tears of joy.
Unfortunately, it was just a dream. When Qin Guan woke up again in the small hotel, he realized why it was so familiar.
Although the people were different and the streets were different, it was like the alleys in Shanghai. The doors were close to each other. Only family affairs could erase the lofty sentiments.
Maybe that was the aspiration of young Argentinians. They wanted to go out and see a different world.
Feeling happy about Buenos Aires, Qin Guan washed away the tiredness on his face and joined the shooting in high spirits.
That would be the last scene of the film. It was also the real soul of the film.
It was still the same underwear store, but the owner of the stationery store across the street was his father, George. In order to get close to his son, he had bought the poorly managed store.
Qin Guan stubbornly refused to get close to the stranger he hadn't seen for years. His mother couldn't help but tell him the truth when she saw the way they got along.
It turned out that his father had not abandoned him, but his mother had had an affair with the stationery store owner. His father had been the one who had been abandoned.
It was not that he didn't love her, but that he was helpless against reality.
For the first time, Qin Guan walked out of the lingerie store, which he had regarded as a shackle for his whole life, and into the stationery store, which he had regarded as a scourge.
His father was there.
"Everyone, get ready! The last scene is a hug. Three, two, action!"
Lou Rang sounded the horn for the climax of the film. The film, which would last for half a month, would come to an end after the shooting.
She was like a mother who had been pregnant for ten months and finally had the final result at this moment.
All the crew members were watching the scene in silence, watching the last scene between the Asian actor and George.
"Father..."
The long-lost word came out of his throat. His voice was slightly sour and trembling. His eyes were longing, mixed with shame, excitement and inexplicable sadness.
Qin Guan walked into the empty stationery store and stared at his father, who was walking out of the counter.
This lonely and helpless old man, who had drifted for many years, had finally found his home after hearing the word 'father'.
On George's wrinkled face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes curled up unnaturally. None of his facial expressions could express his relief and joy at this moment.
The two of them walked closer to each other. The person he had been longing for his whole life was right in front of him. Qin Guan couldn't help but open his arms.
Dad, I love you. I miss you all the time.
Son, I love you. I miss you all the time.
The old man and the young man hugged each other harmoniously, even though there was only one arm in the hug and it was not a solid one.
Sometimes, the most beautiful thing in one's heart was incomplete, and it was not easy to cherish it.
Warmth flowed through them. In this materialistic world, life was fickle and impetuous. Maybe a simple and peaceful life was the ultimate goal of a person.
Tears appeared at the corners of the eyes of the two actors at the same time. This kind of indescribable expression of emotion also made the hard-hearted directors, who were used to seeing the joys and sorrows of the world, burst into tears.
The warm ending of the work and the emotional collision of the movie were performed brilliantly by the two people who were far apart in age and international status.
The camera slowly stopped moving. Everyone behind the camera looked at each other. When everyone gave each other a knowing look, they finally said the last sentence in unison.
"Okay! Stop! "
Qin Guan and George didn't stop hugging each other. Qin Guan couldn't hold back his snot, which flowed out of his nose.
Only then did Qin Guan understand what it meant to cry so hard that he could not control himself.
George didn't mind it at all. Instead, he rubbed his cheek against Qin Guan's shoulder.
"You snot on my back, and I wiped my tears on your shoulder. We are even now."
"You are so nice, uncle!"
"Hey hey hey, aren't you being too mushy? Or are you purposely rubbing your snot on me? Asians are so cunning!"
Laughter, accompanied by a scene that fit the mood of the movie — — hugs, were played out among the actors and crew.
Thank you for your support. Thank you for your hard work, director. Thank you for giving me such a good role and opportunity. Thank you for your guidance.
That was how simple the relationship between people was. Meeting by chance was also a kind of fate. They were probably the cutest crew he had ever met.
On his way back to the airport, Qin Guan watched the Batiste brothers bid farewell to the Argentinian girls. Then he called Qu Xuemei over the phone to arrange the next interview.
At the airport in Argentina, Qin Guan parted ways with the crew and left for Hawaii alone.
He had to do a short interview here, and then fly to New York to join the Columbia University joint study tour.
That was why Qu was so interested in her last job before the summer vacation. She was stubbornly using the excellent style of Huang Shiren.
PS: Wuxia World Freestyle, haven't I already pushed this book? Have you? Ignore me?
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