Chapter 323

"Thank you, then I'll trouble you, Director Zhang..."

"Hi, don't you have a count in your heart about my affairs? I have no bottom in my heart about singing!"

"Hahahaha, this is our movie, you can't just let me put in the effort alone."

"Okay, I'm also preparing to film. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Nuo turned his head and sat on a chair at a cafe on the streets of Paris.

Chen Nuo arrived in the UK only one day later than Christopher Nolan and the others. And on the day of arrival, regardless of jet lag, he plunged into filming.

From near noon to evening, he filmed for a full six hours.

However, the whole crew was used to it.

Whether it was the original cast of The Dark Knight or the newcomers who had just joined the team, in the past month or so, they had all realized that Nuo Chen was still that Nuo Chen.

Even if he was no longer that fledgling kid.

Having made a name for himself in Hollywood and even the world, he was still 100% that madman who would transform his room into a dark hell to play the Joker well, and would risk his life on set to pursue the effect.

Actually, Chen Nuo didn't think that much.

On one hand, he just felt that the scenes here in Paris were definitely simple mode compared to Xinjiang.

No need to crawl in the ice and snow, just sit in a cafe and chat with Ellen Page.

This kind of dialogue drama, even if he had jet lag, absolutely had no problem working for a few short hours.

As for the other hand.

He asked for leave.

Although his relationship with Nolan was not ordinary, face is something you give me and I give you, especially since he had to continue to ask for nearly ten days of leave later.

If he didn't work harder, how could he justify it to others and himself?

After all, psychologically, he wasn't that kind of young star who became famous at a young age.

He might be carried away by some things, or he might be complacent because of some achievements, or he might even misbehave because of beauty.

However, he wouldn't forget who he was.

He was Chen Nuo, an actor.

As for being a scumbag, that was all forced.

Not to mention being an investor, businessman, chairman, and... singer. They were all additional settings, damn it.

Therefore,

when he received the good news call from China,

saying that his Weibo account had gained a full 1 million followers within 60 hours, he didn't feel any joy either.

Is 1 million a lot?

Believe it or not, if I send out the usage rights for 50 cars and spend a mere few million in small change, I can also trick 10 million followers?

But this kind of trump card should be saved for critical moments. Now, this kind of small scene wasn't enough.

Chen Nuo felt that the good news in Cao Zong's mouth wasn't as interesting as hearing about what Ma Dong posted on his Weibo.

Since Tong Liya left, he had excluded all outside interference and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this movie.

Including Weibo promotion and the Spring Festival Gala, he really didn't have the leisure to manage it. Anyway, with or without him, Weibo probably wouldn't collapse, and the Spring Festival Gala wouldn't have no one watching. Conversely, if he, the male lead, didn't try his best, Inception might really lose money.

Therefore, he threw the Weibo matter to the thousand-mile horse.

The same went for the Spring Festival Gala; during the rehearsal, he drove his car directly to the CCTV building parking lot. The total rehearsal time didn't exceed one hour, he sang the song three times, and after finishing, he went to the airport.

But knowing that the reaction on the spot wasn't good after singing, he called Zhang Yimou and asked him to think of a way.

As for the final result... he couldn't manage it, he only had one head. If he kept thinking about it, he would really become the kind of person in Li Er's mouth.

"It is said that we humans only develop 1% to 2% of our brains, but that's only when we are awake. When we are asleep, our brains are omnipotent."

"For example?"

"Imagine, when you design a building, you consciously design every part. But sometimes, you feel the building is growing itself, do you understand what I mean?"

"Sometimes... yes, I just need to discover it."

"Yes, that's pure inspiration, right? And in dreams, this reaction, the brain will continue to happen. Creation and perception, these two processes, happen simultaneously... this is your job, creating dreams, and we bring targets into dreams... in dreams, it will be filled with a large amount of subconscious..."

Chen Nuo was with Ellen Page, sitting at a corner in the 15th arrondissement of Paris, outside an Italian restaurant named Il Russo.

When he was lecturing Ellen Page, he pretended to be like some top scorer in the college entrance examination, making Ryan Lei Nuozi and Keira Knightley, who came to watch the fun today, click their tongues in wonder.

"So, he really knows what he's talking about, right?" Ryan Lei Nuozi asked curiously.

Keira Knightley affirmed: "Of course, he told me that his university entrance score was the highest in the whole school."

Ryan Lei Nuozi widened his eyes in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course."

"Shit, God is really fucking unfair!"

Nolan was watching the monitor intently on the side and didn't notice what the two were saying.

But what he was very satisfied with was that half a year of learning and tireless teaching finally had an effect.

Chen Nuo understood the plot deeply, so much so that there were some subtle changes in some lines, adding some of his own understanding.

In the plot, it was Cobb secretly returning to the US, recruiting Ellen and introducing her to basic knowledge like entering and exiting dreams in the dream, and also telling her how to use a spinning top to distinguish dreams from reality.

Why was he so focused? Because after this series of dialogue shots, it was the most dangerous scene in the whole Inception movie.

Even though he had tested it countless times with various professionals beforehand, and spent a lot of effort to make the insurance company curse while agreeing to let Chen Nuo sit in the center of the explosion.

Although Nolan knew that the Paris government didn't allow the crew to use explosives, the special effects supervisor decided to use high-pressure nitrogen to complete the explosion effect. This greatly reduced the danger.

But he was also really nervous.

This was definitely a brand new test for the actors.

Logically speaking, when shooting this shot, one could completely use a long shot and find two stunt actors to sit there.

However, this proposal was rejected by Chen Nuo as expected.

Afterwards, Ellen Page also refused.

Thus, at this moment, besides two IMAX cameras and eight slow-motion cameras at different angles, which would shoot in pairs at different angles, finally making the explosion debris float in the air like suspended objects.

There were also four slow-motion cameras at medium distance facing the faces of the two leads, ensuring they were in the frame during the explosion scene.

I have to say, this was really, really similar to that scene with the Joker.

In the monitor, Chen Nuo said: "... Do you remember how you got here?"

After Ellen Page asked the question in a panic, he revealed a faint smile, "... Yes, this is a dream. We often don't remember its beginning."

"Here, you will learn the first step of sharing dreams—calmness."

As the words fell, explosions occurred from all directions at the corner.

This was a scene that could only be shot once, because the Paris government wouldn't give them a second chance.

Nolan's biggest worry was injury, the second worry was the actors being frightened by the explosion and going out of character, and the third was the explosion effect not meeting expectations.

At this moment, a parked car was flipped over by air pressure, those specially placed paper boxes, fruits, and books were blown away, and colorful fragments bloomed in the air.

Nolan knew that they would eventually freeze in the air in slow motion, thus proving that this was a dream.

The third worry was thus put down.

And the first and second?

Seeing the scene happening in the monitor, the usually gentle Nolan almost wanted to jump up!

Because that damn male lead in his movie had added scenes without permission again!

The previous arrangement was for him to sit quietly and look at Ellen Page. After all, in this kind of unprecedented live-action explosion scene, no one knew what would happen in the end, and even panic attacks were not impossible.

So his requirements for Chen Nuo and Ellen Page were really low.

However, when it was officially filmed this time,

Chen Nuo didn't act like before at all, just after finishing the lines, at the moment the explosion happened.

He saw him pinch the coffee handle with his index finger and thumb, lift the white porcelain cup aimed with gold edges, and under Ellen Page's straight gaze, feed it to his mouth and take a light sip.

And at that moment, behind him, a burning car flew into mid-air.

Nolan finally heard what Ryan Lei Nuozi was saying at this time.

"Shit, he's crazy!!! Crazy! OMG! OMG! Fuck, fuck, fuck, motherfucker... this is simply fucking cool!"

Yes, Nolan really wanted to jump up at this time.

He wasn't angry.

After this moment of explosion, when he saw the two leads sitting safe and sound.

He wanted to jump up and give Chen Nuo a super strong hug.

Go, sing your song, attend your gala, attend your film festival!

Just for this fucking cool shot,

it's what you deserve!

When Chen Nuo finally boarded the plane to Beijing in Berlin, it was already the afternoon of the 29th day of the 12th lunar month.

But unfortunately, this time on New Year's Eve, the time he could stay in Jingcheng was only 4 hours.

Basically enough for him to go from the airport to the studio hall, put on makeup, go on stage, sing, and flash back to the airport.

Fortunately, these 4 hours included his time point on the Spring Festival Gala program list, which also allowed him to temporarily not change back to the German flight, and not jokingly stand up the people of the whole country, or stand up all the Berlin filmmakers.

You know, just when he was waiting for his flight at Berlin Airport, the Spring Festival Gala program list had already been released through CCTV's Sina Weibo account.

The solo program at 10:41 PM, his song "Hawthorn Flower," was said to have received a lot of attention, making Sina Cao Zong call over.

But Chen Nuo forgot what was specifically said, because at that time the German police were fucking looking for bombs at the airport, making him feel restless, and he didn't hear a word.

Yes.

Why did the remaining 8 hours finally become 4 hours?

That was because of a sudden terrorist attack warning in Berlin.

As a result, the bomb that delayed all flights for 4 hours was non-existent, and the person who falsely reported the terrorist attack was a brain-dead Green Party member who wanted to use this to promote environmental protection.

"However... this is the current situation." Qi Yuntian said, "If it really doesn't work, we'll change our return flight to tomorrow."

"Let's see. I hope it's in time. If I'm not there for tomorrow's premiere... it's always not very good."

Yes, this was why he had to return on the same day.

That was because the Berlin Film Festival Organizing Committee, out of importance to Under the Hawthorn Tree, arranged its premiere on the second day of the film festival's opening. So he had to be a crazy frequent flyer.

"The problem now is... can you make it if you rush on stage like this?"

"What do you think?" Speaking of this, Chen Nuo really only had a bitter smile and sigh, "It was already garbage to sing, sigh, it couldn't be worse, right."

Qi Yuntian also sighed and said: "It's okay, Brother Nuo, you still have this face after all, Michelle is also with us this time, when the time comes, let her put more powder on you. Don't the media say that now? This face of yours is probably the most valuable face in the world."

Chen Nuo glared at him and said: "What do you mean by saying that? In the 900 million dollar box office share of Twilight, you don't want your share?"

Qi Yuntian chuckled: "I'm just flattering! I didn't say anything bad about you, Brother Nuo."

Saying that, he also sincerely regretted: "It's a pity, if it weren't for Avatar... I grass, if Twilight 2 could take the North American box office champion this time, the contract would be easier to talk about. But it's also good, Avatar's perversion can also prove Brother Nuo's foresight again, Warner is almost worshipping the movie you have now, and Hengdian is even more..."

"Alright, don't say it. Avatar is Avatar, if it didn't use their cameras or something, it could also be Avatar, in the end, it still depends on ourselves. Don't think too much, now I can only say, there is a little bit of hope. Hehe, not worth mentioning."

Qi Yuntian gave a thumbs up: "If Brother Nuo you didn't laugh so happily, these words would have more style."

"Get lost! Sleep!"

From Berlin to Jingcheng, it took about 9 hours in total, Chen Nuo had been forcing himself to sleep. But he didn't sleep for a minute.

No other reason.

Just nervous.

Don't be surprised.

If he were just acting, let alone the number of people at the Spring Festival Gala, even if he took off his clothes and shot an AV in the full Bird's Nest, he would probably only worry about scaring the female compatriots and making the male compatriots feel inferior.

But adding singing, I guess he could only be calm with Yang Mi and Zhao Liying.

Not only did he think so, but many people at the Spring Festival Gala scene thought so too.

"Director Jin, what do you say."

"Hard to say, hahahaha."

"Just afraid of an empty window."

"Empty window is not likely, it is said that he has already boarded the plane. It's just that there is no time for the final rehearsal. Driving a duck to the shelf, haha."

"Director Jin, do you think it's a bit hanging?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, after all, it's Director Zhang's idea, how dare I say whether it's hanging or not. It's just... Director Zhang discussed back and forth, canceling all the stage design and so on, leaving only a little lighting effect, and a little bit of props. What does this mean? Can't understand. If you ask me, it's better to have nothing, just sing... can only say I can't understand, maybe our level is not enough. Hehe."

But Chen Nuo, who was tossing and turning on the plane, would definitely refute if he heard Jin Yue thinking this way.

It's not singing, it's opera.

Zhang Yimou, after thinking back and forth, actually made the final decision to organize a few pages of script for him based on the lyrics, and let him interpret this song according to the emotional rhythm on this script.

It's not singing, because Zhang Yimou didn't ask him to sing at all, but asked him to interpret while singing.

For anyone other than him, this is double the difficulty.

But for him, this made him feel a bit steady. After reading the script a few times, he had a count in his heart about what to do in general.

But unexpectedly, it rained on top of the leaking house, anxiety, nervousness, and insomnia made him not sleep on the plane at all. After getting off the plane, Jingcheng was actually having sleet, and being blown by the night wind mixed with ice dregs, his throat had problems. This led to,

when Zhu Jun, who had hosted the 80th Oscars on CCTV. com and witnessed him winning the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor in the studio,

and Teacher Dong Qing, after a series of introductions, said in unison: "Next, welcome Chen Nuo, to bring us the song 'Hawthorn Flower'" afterwards.

He, wearing the styling personally managed by Michelle, wearing the red top and black bottom, shiny singing suit he quite liked, walked out slowly from behind the scenes amidst the applause of the audience on the spot,

the feeling in his heart was not walking on the stage at all, but walking on a single-plank bridge, and under his feet was a bottomless abyss.

However, it must be said that the quality of Beijing Film Academy graduates was fully displayed at this time.

He entered the play quickly.

Just singing the first sentence

"Walking across this green grass slope,

There is a tree waiting there~"

He immediately followed the shallow and monotonous script newly written for him by Zhang Yimou's team, as if he had returned to that time, that place.

End of 2008, Yichang, Hubei.

There he was called Wang Xiang, and his wife was called Liu Jingqiu.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

He walked while singing.

Holding the microphone, he walked slowly to the stage, under that prop hawthorn tree.

And following that, the hawthorn tree that truly existed in reality also appeared on the big screen behind him.

Thus, at this moment, the audience of the whole country saw that a 20-something adult man could actually smile so purely and so longingly.

At this moment, I don't know how many girls' hearts were drunk, and I don't know how many families quieted down from the noisy reunion atmosphere.

No matter what kind of family, what kind of combination of men, women, old and young, at this moment, they all focused their eyes on that man on the TV.

This was only singing the first sentence,

Zhang Yimou smiled.

In the hotel in Berlin, he was watching the live broadcast of CCTV-4 with a group of people who came to participate in the film festival this time.

What lighting, what stage design, my feeling was indeed correct.

Some people are originally a beautiful painting, an interesting book, you scribble on it, trying to make it flashy, it's better to let the scroll unfold, let the pages turn, and show it to others.

Look, isn't it right?

"It guards our village,

Standing into a legend.

The hawthorn tree is full of flowers,

Falling on your shy cheeks.

The hawthorn tree is full of flowers,

I am waiting for your answer."

When Chen Nuo's slightly hoarse voice finished singing the first paragraph, Liu Yifei's eyes were full of tears.

Fortunately, when she knew Chen Nuo would sing this song at the Spring Festival Gala, after reading the lyrics, she knew she would cry.

So, she didn't go to Director Zhang's side, nor did she go to Liu Xiaoli's room, and was now staying in the hotel room alone.

Even if tears hung on her white cheeks, she didn't have to wipe them.

She could look directly at the person on the TV regardless.

He revealed a sweet smile, looking up under that hawthorn tree full of white flowers.

As if looking at flowers, and also as if looking at people.

No matter what he was looking at, his angle in the lens was just right, and the faint smile on his angular jawline was truly sweet beyond measure.

However, why was there a faint sadness that couldn't be dispelled in his eyes?

Others might not know, but Liu Yifei knew.

Because he wasn't looking at other flowers,

nor was he looking at other people.

He was looking at hawthorn flowers,

he was looking exactly at her.

"But I left first,

Even though I'm too reluctant.

Don't cry my dear,

You must be well."

My god.

Although Chen Nuo was concentrating on interpreting.

However, a small part of his brain was shouting desperately.

Because he discovered it himself.

He entered the play, matching his slightly hoarse voice, as if he really was a person who was a bit sick.

Or rather, a soul that was reluctant to leave.

He carried such lingering sorrow,

returned to that place he dreamed of, thinking of his lover, singing in a low voice.

This voice was so infectious that it made a small part of himself marvel at it.

Chen Nuo's feeling was not wrong.

Indeed, when he sang this sentence.

Tong Liya in Urumqi was already crying like a tearful person.

Don't blame her for being pretentious, because even her mother was crying, and even her father was shaking his head.

Too sad, Brother Nuo.

Only a heartless gay like Qi Yuntian could mutter such heartless words in his heart while watching the TV screen in the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Beside him, Li Er, who had rushed over to reunite with his son, was silent.

Qi Yifei on the side smiled and said: "It seems that there are many things you don't need to say tonight. I knew it, you can rest assured, Chen Nuo, this child, loves acting and performing more than anything else. From the first time we met, I could see it."

Li Er didn't speak, turned around and said: "Then let's go."

"Go? Little Tian this... hey, you wait for me."

Li Er left,

but the song on the TV was actually continuing.

"At the end of time,

You will definitely see me.

Singing, waiting for you to smile.

Even if I finally shatter into powder.

There is still you living for me,

As long as I can still be remembered by you.

I am immortal."

When Chen Nuo walked to the other side of the hawthorn tree, stood in the center of the stage, and started singing with relief and a smile.

When Gao Yuanyuan was at home in Beijing, because tears blurred her eyes, Fan Bingbing didn't cry either.

She smiled along with Chen Nuo.

Her father and mother were whispering on the side, she couldn't hear.

Her younger brother was in front of her, looking at that person on the 61-inch TV screen with admiration, she couldn't see either.

She smiled and felt that he looked really handsome. The lyrics were also really good.

As long as I can still be remembered by you, I am immortal.

Many memories and scenes passed by in her mind like a revolving lantern. Making her original thoughts even firmer.

Can be remembered by you... I am immortal.

"The hawthorn tree is full of flowers,

Like you are talking to me.

The hawthorn tree is full of flowers,

Guiding you to take me home.

But I left first.

Even though I'm too reluctant,

Don't cry my dear,

You must be well.

At the end of time,

You will definitely see me,

Singing and waiting for you to smile."

When Chen Nuo sang the second paragraph to here, his eye sockets were already slightly red.

He stood on the stage, forgetting where he was.

He looked up, the lines of his chin tense, as if he was trying his best to restrain the dam of emotions.

That hoarse singing voice drifted from his slightly dry lips, carrying endless longing and reluctance.

His eyes looked straight into the distance, as if he had already seen the scene waiting at the end of time, the expression on his face intertwined with pain, deep affection, and expectations for the future.

Wen Yongshan in Hong Kong finally couldn't hold it anymore, covered her mouth and ran into the bedroom.

Leaving her parents and sister, looking at each other in the living room.

Finally, her sister also said with red eyes: "Brother-in-law sings so sharply."

And when Wen Yongshan was crying, the Spring Festival Gala ratings at this time in the whole country, according to statistics afterwards, had already rushed to near the historical peak.

Likewise, I don't know how many tens of millions of people, in front of the TV, were like Wen Yongshan, fiercely empathized by that damn acting school.

The singing voice might not be very good, but it was so real.

The hoarse throat was enough to show that he was singing for real, and the occasional voice crack made people feel the sadness in his heart.

More importantly, the Spring Festival Gala gave too many and too long close-up shots.

Long enough for everyone to see this painting, this book, clearly.

Although the story told in those eyes made people understand it half-heartedly,

but, is it important?

Who doesn't have such a heartbreaking past?

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like just a moment.

He seemed to have just appeared, but was about to leave again.

This was almost the unified feeling of the audience of the whole country, whether they liked him, didn't like him, or were completely indifferent.

Three minutes passed just like that while thousands of households were silent.

He was already singing the last paragraph.

He sang:

"But I left first

Even though I'm too reluctant

Don't cry my dear

You must be well

At the end of time

You will definitely see me

Singing and waiting for you to smile"

He repeated it again.

He said, dear don't cry, at the end of time, you will see me, so please smile and reunite with me in the future.

Afterwards, regardless of whether the people of the whole country could still smile at this time.

In short, at the end, he smiled.

The corners of his eyes slightly curved, the corners of his mouth turned up, smiling so warmly.

Then, in front of hundreds of millions of viewers,

his long and dense eyelashes trembled,

the tears that had been held in his eyes, not early or late, just right, fell down when he sang the last note.

Just like at that time and moment in the lens, he took his last breath.

Zhang Yimou, who had been smiling and silent, was finally stunned.

And Liu Yifei let out a "wow" and started to cry loudly.

PS:

Two chapters released together, asking for nothing.

Only wishing everyone a happy and healthy family, all the best in the coming year, and congratulations on getting rich.

Happy New Year everyone!

Thank you for your support, thank you very, very much!

Bowing, wishing you a Happy New Year!

There may be mistakes, but I really tried my best, and there is no time to modify it.

I've been rushing all night.

I thought about writing about the Spring Festival Gala during the Spring Festival Gala tonight, and I finally did it.

(End of chapter)