Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

Lin Wangshu's role is indeed very small, mostly involving washing her hair by the river. If everything goes smoothly, she can finish filming in just three days.

only……

"Cut! Xiuxiu, make your voice louder. Is there cotton stuffed in your throat?"

"Cut, can you smile more naturally? Why do you look like you're crying? Nobody's pointing a gun at you here."

"Cut, Xiuxiu, what's wrong with you? Why are you looking at the camera? I know you have beautiful eyes, but this is not the place for you to show off."

Liu Jiang has very high standards for filming, almost to the point of being nitpicky. He also has a sharp tongue. Lin Wangshu was a newcomer and made many basic mistakes on the first day, and he criticized her countless times.

The crew members were used to this, but they were all a little worried about Lin Wangshu, since she was the youngest and a girl, and everyone was worried that she would cry.

Lin Wangshu was indeed stunned by Liu Jiang's scolding. She not only felt embarrassed and wronged, but also felt guilty for delaying the entire crew's progress because of her.

Although Liu Jiang's criticism was harsh, it also pointed out her shortcomings incisively.

Lin Wangshu held her breath, secretly remembering everything he said. She smiled, her eyes not even reddening. When filming resumed, she never made the same mistake again.

But then Liu Jiang looked up at the sky and suddenly announced, "That's enough for today. The angle of the sunlight is off. We'll shoot again tomorrow."

Having wasted half a day of everyone's time, Lin Wangshu's smile was tinged with bitterness as she bowed to the group who were still working, saying, "I'm so sorry, I've taken up everyone's time today."

"Xiao Lin, you're too kind. This is all normal." The cameraman waved his hand dismissively, not taking it seriously.

"Yes, Xiaolin, don't blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you. We're always like this, and everyone's used to it."

After Liu Jiang walked away, the makeup artist quietly lowered her voice and said to Lin Wangshu, "Comrade Lin, Director Liu is just that kind of person. We all say his mouth is more venomous than a snake's. Don't take it to heart."

"Actually, Director Liu is a very kind-hearted person. We all call him 'the one who can see hands' in private."

Seeing how friendly they were, Lin Wangshu felt a warmth in her heart, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but ask curiously in a low voice, "Why?"

Before explaining, the makeup artist couldn't help but chuckle, "Because the Boletus luridus is very poisonous, but it smells very good when it's ripe. We all think Director Liu is just like it."

Lin Wangshu thought about the bluish mushrooms after cutting them open, and then about the withered old man whose face turned blue when he sprayed venom. She covered her mouth and laughed. This was too apt.

"My God, you look so beautiful when you smile!"

Lin Wangshu's most striking feature was her eyes. At this moment, she smiled with her eyes crinkling, staring intently at the makeup artist, making Lin Wangshu's heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but murmur in admiration.

"What?" Lin Wangshu didn't hear clearly, so she frowned and leaned closer to listen carefully.

The makeup artist blushed slightly at her sudden approach and stammered, "N-nothing, I'll go pack my things now."

After saying that, she stumbled away. Lin Wangshu shook her head in surprise, but the frustration in her heart lessened considerably.

Lin Wangshu and his team filmed in a small mountain village. Although the scenery was beautiful, the accommodation was not very good, and most of the villagers lived in mud houses.

The only brick building in the village is the village committee building, which the village warmly offered to the film crew for accommodation.

The village committee building was too small, and the film crew was too large, so there wasn't enough space for everyone. They didn't know how to divide the resources.

In the end, Liu Jiang made the final decision: the female members of the film crew would stay at the village committee, while the male members, led by him, would stay in the homes of the villagers.

Lin Wangshu shared a room with Xiao Aihong, who played a female cadre in the army in the movie. She and An Jie looked to be about the same age, and Lin Wangshu called her Sister Hong.

When she returned, Sister Hong was still filming, and the room was empty. The smile that had been on Lin Wangshu's face all day finally faded.

Exhausted, Lin Wangshu sighed and just wanted to lie down on the bed to rest. But as soon as she sat down, she felt the ground beneath her give way and she fell to the ground.

Lin Wangshu rubbed her sore bottom, looked at the scattered wooden planks on the floor, and laughed angrily, "Why am I so unlucky? Even the bed planks are working against me."

Their bed was also very simple, just a few planks pieced together. Perhaps she had used too much force just now, because one of the planks had cracked.

Looking at her bed with a missing piece, Lin Wangshu scratched her head in distress, wondering where she could find another plank.

"Wow, the bed collapsed?" Just then, Sister Hong returned from work. Seeing Lin Wangshu looking somewhat helpless, she patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"It's alright, let me see if I can fix it." Sister Hong was quick and efficient; before Lin Wangshu could even stop her, she had already disappeared from sight.

Lin Wangshu then began to tidy up the bed sheets and other items scattered on the floor, and picked up the photo of Jiang Weidong that she had placed under her pillow.

She brushed off the dust that had fallen on him. Jiang Weidong was wearing a military uniform, which made him look resolute and handsome. She touched his face and realized that she missed him a little.

"Squeak, squeak." Lin Wangshu felt a weight on her shoulder, followed by the squeaking of a mouse. She stiffened, a bad feeling creeping over her.

With difficulty and slowness, Lin Wangshu turned her head and met a pair of tiny, beady eyes. After a moment of silence, she let out a scream that could have blown the roof off.

"Wei Dong, help!"

Lin Wangshu writhed violently as if electrocuted, shaking the rat off her body, and then stepped on its head.

Feeling the trembling sound under her feet, Lin Wangshu felt both disgusted and frightened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She could only stomp on it desperately until it stopped moving.

Looking at the pool of blood and mud with gray hair on the ground, Lin Wangshu slumped into a chair and gasped for breath.

Looking into Jiang Weidong's eyes in the photo on the table, Lin Wangshu felt that the grievances she had been suppressing all day could no longer be contained, and she touched the photo and tears streamed down her face.

In fact, these things today would not have meant anything to Lin Wangshu in the past, but perhaps because he had experienced family and love, the hard armor he wore had long since been taken off without him realizing it.

When Sister Hong returned with a hammer and planks, she saw Lin Wangshu crying her eyes out in front of a photograph.

Looking at the man in military uniform in the photo, Sister Hong felt like she understood something, and carefully comforted him, "The dead can't be brought back to life, Xiao Lin, don't be too sad."