Iran/France co-
produced by French Ciby2000 Film Company
35mm color 103 minutes
Choreographer: Abbas Kiarostami
Photography: Hussein Jafarian, Farhad Saba
Recording: Mohammed Samakbash
Starring: Hussein Lezai (as Hussein), Taheri Radania (as Taheri), Mohammed Ali Kay Shavalz (acting as the director), Farhard Heladman (acting as the director of the Abbas movie "Where is my friend's house"), Zarifi Shiva (playing the scene)
Compilation: Wang Qun
1.
The actor who played the director of Shulin Riwai spoke to the camera. Behind him was a large group of female students in black dresses in a neat line.
Director: I am Muhammad Ali. I will play the director in this film. The other actors are all looking for it locally. Now we are in Kogel, about 400 kilometers north of Tehran, no, about 350 kilometers. Last year’s earthquake ruined everything here...
At this time, Mrs. Shiva, the female crew member of the crew, ran over to him and said: The girls are hungry. They have a long way to go home, can you? hurry up?
The director nodded at her, and Mrs. Shiva turned and ran to the place where the female students gathered.
The director went on to say:...We came to this rebuilt school and wanted to choose a young actress here.
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the female students.
2. The
female students in the playground, Japan and foreign countries warmly applauded the director to come over, and the director walked over and said: Sorry, I am late. After speaking, they walked slowly among them, looking left and right to choose as they walked.
He walked up to a girl and stopped and asked: What is your name?
The girl replied: Maholy Liai.
The director took two steps forward and asked a girl in front of her: What is your name?
The girl answered: Yama Ali Mohamad.
The director took a few steps and asked a girl: What about you?
Girl: Layla Nagbuhe.
The director then walked forward to the other girl and asked: What about you? What's your name?
Girl: Tahli Radania.
The director said to Nv Chang Ji: Mrs. Shi Wa, write down her address. Then asked the girl: Where do you live?
The girl laughed when he heard that he wanted to write down his address, and then replied: My home is near Lake Baza.
Outside the picture, Mrs. Shiva came over and asked: What's your name?
The girl answered again: Taheri Radania.
Mrs. Shiva: Home address?
Girl: Near Lake Baza.
At this time the director has already walked to the other girl: What is your name?
The girl replied: Huariba Gaffari.
The director asked again: How many grades are you in?
The girl answered: The third year of the literature department.
The director hurriedly turned around after hearing this: Mrs. Shiva, write down her name too. Then he walked forward and stopped in front of a girl and asked: Tell me, what is your name?
The girl replied: Nagira Kadan.
The director said: Mrs. Shiva, write down her name.
Outside the picture, Mrs. Silva asked: Your address is... The
girl replied: I don't have an exact address.
Mrs. Shiva asked: Where do you live?
The girl thought for a while and said: Nostan-Abad.
Mrs. Shiva: Is it in Gallary?
The girl nodded: Yes.
The director continued to walk around among the female students, watching from side to side. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and he pulled his collar: It's so cold! Then he walked up to a female student and asked: Your name is... The
girl replied: Gina Hassapo.
The director walked up and down among the female students, his eyes swept across their faces one by one.
At this time, a female student huddled behind shouted: Where is your movie going to be shown? Although you shoot us, what does that have to do with us? You won't show it to us.
The director looked at her and asked: Do you mean will it be shown on TV?
The girl replied: Yes.
The director replied: Yes. Why, don't you guys want to shoot?
The girl asked: Will you let us see it? Your last film was shown on Channel 2, but we can’t receive it here, so why should we make your movie?
The director asked loudly in the distance: What did you say? Are we filming or not?
The girls replied in unison: Of course you have to shoot, but you have to show it to us. Yes, you have to show it to us.
The girl laughed in the crowd, and the director asked her: What's your name again?
The girl answered: Tahoe.
The director asked: What is Tahoe?
Girl: Buhshad.
Director: Mrs. Shiva, write down her name.
Mrs. Silva outside the painting: You say your name again...?
Girl: Tahoe Buhshad.
Mrs. Shiva outside the painting: Where is the address?
At this time, the director continued to walk forward and walked to another girl: What is your name?
The girl replied: Zara Jena.
The director asked again: Where is the person?
The girl replied: Nostan-Abad.
Director: How old are you?
Girl: 15 years old.
Director: 15 years old? Called back: Mrs. Shiva, Mrs. Shiva, write down her name too.
Mrs. Shi Wa hurriedly came over and asked: What is your name?
The girl answered again: Zarajna.
Mrs. Shiva: Address?
The girl then answered her question.
Black field.
Film Title:
List of Staff Under the Olive Tree
3. Village Road·Morning·Outside
A car is driving on a rugged village road. We can't see the driver, but only see the village along the way from the subjective point of view of the car driver. The dilapidated houses and muddy roads, woods, mountains and other sceneries, you can hear the radio in the car ringing outside the painting: "Today is Sunday, the ninth day of Korah, 1372 in the solar calendar, or 1413 in the lunar calendar, The eighth day of Jiha was also May 30, 1993. Before 1353, on this day, the 60th year of the lunar calendar, the eighth day of Jiha..."
The sound of the radio suddenly cut off, and then we heard Outside the painting came the sound of opening and closing the door, and then there was a male voice saying: Hello.
Female voice: Hello.
The car continued to move, and the scene of the village we saw began to move again.
Male voice: Very good, thank you.
Female voice: Are you going to walk there?
Male voice: I can't wait for you, so I'm going to walk to catch the minibus.
Female voice: I worked too late yesterday and almost couldn't get up this morning.
Male voice: That is what you want.
Female voice: Do you have chalk?
Male voice: Yes, but it may not be what you want. They are all made by the students themselves. They are thick and have small holes on them. If it is not easy to write, you can fold it in half to make it easier to write. But school chalk should be better.
Female voice: We don't go to school.
Male voice: What do you want chalk for?
Female voice: for writing clapperboards.
Male voice: What is clapperboard?
Female voice: It’s used to record scenes and scenes when making movies. It’s a bit like a blackboard.
Male voice: Oh, I see. It’s the same board that I used before shooting. I saw them when they made the movie "Where is My Friend's House". I still remember you acting in that movie. Very good.
Female voice: Thank you, I played a teacher in that movie.
Male voice: You acted well, you acted really well.
Female voice: That's what I do every day, I am a teacher.
Male voice: Could you please do me a favor?
Female voice: Go ahead.
Male voice: Sorry, ma'am, can you help me catch the mini bus faster?
Female voice: Does the school provide you with minibuses?
Male voice: No, the minibus is from Tongjue Shoe Factory, but it can take us to the factory, and then walk one kilometer from there to the school, which is to Salamaz.
At this time, the car was blocked by a few cows on the road and slowed down. The driver saw the car and immediately drove the cow to the side of the road, and the car started again.
Male voice continues: As I just told you, I basically don’t like movies and art, but because this earthquake has brought some trouble to my life, I wonder if I can invite you to yours. Find a small role for me in the movie?
Female voice: No problem.
Male voice: Thank you very much. Would you like to take a short cut?
Female voice: Is it this way?
Male voice: Yes, it's here.
The car turned on another road at the fork and drove for a while.
Male voice: Don't forget.
Female voice: Don't worry, you won't forget.
Male voice: Goodbye.
A small white bus drove over and stopped by a tree. With the sound of a door closing outside the painting, a man ran from outside the painting and boarded the small bus. The bus continued to move forward.
4.
At this time, we saw the woman who was talking, Mrs. Shiva, the driving woman, who was driving the car intently. She drove the car to a stop, looked out the window, and shouted: Taheri! Taheri! Miss Tahri!
Following her gaze, we could see a dilapidated small building. On the balcony of the small building, an old lady was sitting, and she got up and took a look.
Outside the painting, Silva shouted again: Grandma!
Grandma looked at her and asked: What's the matter?
Silva outside the painting: Hello, grandma!
Grandma: How are you?
Silva outside the painting: I'm fine, God bless. Where is Taheri?
Grandma: I don't know either.
Silva outside the painting: I saw her at half past seven.
Grandma: She said she had to meet someone, and she went out at dawn to find a friend to borrow clothes. I don't know where she is now.
Silva outside the painting: What should I do?
Grandma: Don't be so nervous.
Silva outside the painting: How are you, grandma?
Grandma stood up: Come here, come here, come and sit down, sit next to me.
Silva outside the painting: I want to wait for her here.
Grandma: She went to school. She said she was going to borrow clothes, but I'm not sure if she just borrowed clothes. I don't understand everything she does, and it's hard for me to understand what she does. .
Shi Wa came over and sat downstairs: What did she say? Do you need me to wait for her here? what should I do?
Grandma: I don't know either. It's hard to calm down at her age, and it's hard to do what she says. The grandmother said and sat down again.
Shiva sat there waiting helplessly.
Grandma: You shouldn't have an appointment with her. You see, I asked her to pick up water this morning, but she left the bucket in the yard and left. My feet are not good. If I walk over and bring the bucket over, the food on the stove will burn. She just refused to listen to me.
Mrs. Shiva stood up when she heard this, went to the yard and lifted the bucket, while carrying it upstairs, she said: She is too stubborn.
Mrs. Shiva came up with a bucket, and her grandma saw her coming and turned and said to her: Also, she forgot to take the book with her. Seeing her walking to the front with the bucket, she said: Thank you.
Mrs. Shiva: You are welcome. Do you want something?
Grandma: A little bit.
At this time Taheri finally ran up from downstairs, and Shiva asked (outside the picture): You are finally back, what time is it now?
Taheri stopped on the stairs: I went to see a friend of mine.
Shiva looked at her seriously: It's half past six now, but you are not ready for anything.
Taheri: I went to borrow clothes.
Silva outside the painting: Did you borrow it?
Taheri: I borrowed it.
Silva outside the painting: Show me.
Taheri hurriedly opened the plastic bag in her hand, took out a black dress from it, and compared it to her to show her.
Shiva: You should wear peasant clothes, not this kind of skirt.
Taheri: My friend said that this dress suits me well, and it just needs to be slightly smaller.
Shiva leaned over and said to the grandma beside her: Look, I asked her to change her clothes, but she insisted on making changes. Turning around, he said to Taheri: You have to wear peasant clothes.
Taheri: Let me wear this one.
Silva outside the painting: You can't decide this matter as you wish.
Taheri was about to run upstairs with her skirt in her hand.
Shiva looked at her: I repeat, you must wear peasant clothes.
Taheri stopped: she said that this one just needs to be made smaller.
Silva outside the painting: I said no.
Taheri: You'll know what happens when I put it on. He turned and walked into the room while holding the clothes.
Mrs. Shiva stood aside and watched her walk into the house, then turned and said to grandma: No way, she is really stubborn. Then he said loudly into the house: You must wear peasant clothes, understand? It's farmers' clothes!
From outside the painting came Taheri’s answer in the room: No one wears that kind of clothes now.
Shiva bent down and lifted the water to pour the water. While pouring, she asked grandma: Is it enough?
Grandma: Okay, thank you!
After Shiva poured the water, she said loudly: What did you say?
Tahri outside the painting: No one wears that kind of clothes anymore.
Shiva put down the bucket and stood up: isn't your grandma wearing this kind of clothes? Isn't it beautiful?
Tahli outside the painting: That is for the elderly, I don't wear it properly.
Shiva: I have seen many young people wear this kind of clothes, and they look very suitable.
Tahli outside the painting: But they are farmers, farmers who don't know how to write. No one of the students wears that way.
Silva outside the painting: You know this is because the school has regulations that everyone does not wear, but now you have to wear such clothes because of the needs of acting. Turning around and asking grandma: How did you bring her up? Is she arguing with you all day long?
Grandma outside the painting: Madam, she was not brought up by me. May the Lord bless her.
Shiva walked over and pushed open the door, and Taheri asked in the room outside the picture: Isn't something inappropriate?
Shiva said to the inside: Taheri, this dress is very suitable for you, but it is not suitable in the play.
Taheri: But I'm just such a dress.
Shiva: I will solve this problem. After speaking, he turned and hurried downstairs.
Tahli outside the painting: I can wear just one piece of clothing.
Grandma outside the painting: She is looking for an excuse. There are her mother's clothes in the closet.
Shiva ran to the balcony with the flower pot and asked: Can I borrow potted flowers? I will get it back.
Grandma outside the painting: Take that pot!
Shiva: No, I want this pot. The stem of that potted flower is too long. Thanks, bye! After talking, holding the flowerpot and left.
Grandma outside the painting: May the Lord be with you.
Shiva hurried to the car parked with the flowerpot. She put the flowerpot in the back compartment, opened the door of the cab and sat in, then rushed outside and said: I will pick you up at one o'clock, remember Live, a little bit! After speaking, start the car.
Taheri stood on the corner of the balcony watching her drive away.
5. Village Road · Day · Outside
(Subjective shot of Shiva) The car was racing along the village road. At this time, there was a shout of "Stop! Stop!" from outside the painting, the car slowly stopped, and slowly backed back, a little boy holding a flower pot appeared in the window of the cab: hello, Xi Mrs. Baby!
Silva outside the painting: Hello, why did you only find a pot of flowers?
Boy: Yes, but Babak will bring you two other pots of flowers.
Silva outside the painting: What is your name?
Boy: Ahmed.
Silva outside the painting: What's the last name?
Boy: Ahmadpur.
Silva outside the painting: Ahmed Ahmedpur, write your name below, be careful not to break the flowers, be careful of the flower stems.
The boy agreed to walk away, when another boy ran over holding two pots of flowers.
Shiva (outside the painting): There are still flowers!
The boy ran to the car and nodded at her: Hello!
Silva outside the painting: Hello! Your flowers are all dried.
The boy looked at the flowers in his hand: but they only had these two pots of flowers.
Silva outside the painting: Okay, put them in the back carriage with the other flowers.
The boy hurriedly picked up the flower pot and walked behind the car.
At this moment the little boy in front walked to the window again.
Silva outside the painting: Thank you guys, where are you going?
Boy: Go to school and have an exam later. At this time, the other boy put the flowers back and returned to the car window.
Silva outside the painting: Then I will take you a ride in a car.
Another boy said hurriedly: No, thank you, the school is over there, in the tent.
Silva outside the painting: Good, then goodbye.
(Subjective shot of Shiva) The car started slowly, and the two children were gradually left behind, and they could be seen walking behind the car in the rearview mirror. The car gradually came to a stop again, a few horns sounded outside the painting, and the two boys hurried to the car window.
Silva outside the painting: Do you want to come to the set to watch a movie after you finish the exam?
The two boys nodded.
Silva outside the painting: Do you know the place?
One of the boys: In Binker.
Silva outside the painting: You are right. Come and play after the exam, we are always welcome. Okay, bye!
Boys: Goodbye!
The car continued to drive forward, passing the woods and hillsides, and past the small school tent.
6. Shooting scene·day·outside
close-up: a clapperboard with the scene, the number of scenes, and the number of shots written on it.
Silva's voice outside the painting: the first scene in the fourth scene.
When the camera was pulled away, Shiva stood in front of the camera and hit the board, and then walked away. Behind her was a small building that was half-collapsed by the earthquake. An old man stood at the top of the stairs, with one arm resting on the railing as if waiting. who. The voice of the deputy director came from outside the painting: Start! Very good, just stand still like this.
At this time, a young man walked to the small building with a bag of cement. When he passed by the old man, the two greeted each other: hello!
The young man carried the cement on his back and walked up the stairs step by step. A girl's voice came from outside the painting: Hello!
The young man replied: Hello!
Girl outside the picture: May the Lord be with you!
The young man did not speak for a long time.
At this time the director outside the painting shouted: Stop! Then asked the young man: Why don't you answer her? She said that if the Lord be with you, you should say take care, and then you ask her for water, that's it, and then you take the cement bag and walk downstairs. This kind of clothes is also suitable for young people.
The young man came downstairs with a cement bag, and the director asked again: Do you understand?
The young man nodded.
Director: Okay, let's continue. Are the departments ready?
Feature: clapperboard.
Outside the painting, Shiva is playing board: the first scene and the second.
The young man came over with a cement bag and said hello to the old man standing downstairs: Hello!
Old man: Hello!
The young man walked up the stairs with cement on his back. A girl's voice-over: Hello!
Boy: Hello!
Girl outside the picture: May the Lord be with you!
The young man remained silent for a long time.
The director sitting opposite hurriedly shouted: Stop! Why are you not talking? You answer her! Say hello when she greets you! Come down with the bag and do it again.
The photographer sits next to the director and touches his nose impatiently.
The director is called the young man: Farhad! Farhard! When she greets you, you look at her for a second and then answer her. After speaking, he said to the photographer next to him: Let's get started!
The deputy director asked: Are the sound effects ready?
Sound engineer: Ready.
Deputy Director: Okay, let's get started!
Feature: clapperboard.
Silva outside the painting: The first scene and the third.
The young man walked over again with a cement bag, said hello to the old man standing at the top of the stairs, and then went upstairs.
Girl outside the picture: Hello!
Boy: Hello!
Girl outside the picture: May the Lord be with you!
The young man remained silent for a long time.
The director outside the painting is anxious: speak, why don't you speak? Did you forget the lines? Put down the bag and come downstairs.
The young man came downstairs, walked to the top of the stairs and said in the direction of the director: No, sir, I can't do it.
Director outside the picture: What?
Boy: I can't do it.
Director outside the painting: What do you mean by that?
Boy: Can you come over for a while?
Director outside the painting: What did you say?
Boy: Can you come over for a while?
The director came over, walked to the top of the stairs and looked up at him: Is there something wrong?
Young man: I am stuttering.
The director was surprised: What? Didn't you speak well?
The young man knelt down and looked at the director: Yes, you are right, but I stutter as soon as I talk to a girl.
The director looked at him: Okay, you can go now.
The young man got up from the stairs and walked down. The director stopped him: Ali, wait a minute, we will take you for a while. Talking and calling: Mrs. Shiva.
Silva outside the painting: What's the matter?
Director: You drive him back, and then bring Hussein over.
Silva outside the painting: Hussein? Who is Hussein?
Director: Hussein, our film crew, is on the side of our tent.
Silva outside the painting: Okay. (To Ali) You get in the car first, and I will take you back.
Ali turned and walked towards the car, opened the door and sat in the cab, and Mrs. Shiva also walked over.
The director turned and walked back to his original seat, whispered to the photographer on the side, and then called back: Mrs. Shiva!
Outside the painting, Silva promised: What's the matter?
Director: You and Hussein have to rehearse in the car, hurry up, otherwise it will be too late today.
Shiva replied in the car: Okay. Then drove away.
The director sat in his seat for a while, stood up again, and walked around. At this time, the photographer came over and asked: Do you want to put the camera away?
Director: No need to accept, they will be there in a while. Talking about it, he continued to walk around.
The director walked up to the rope used in the circle and asked a group of students sitting outside the rope: Children, can you climb over from under the rope?
The children were silent.
The director asked again: Can I climb to your side from under the rope?
The children screamed: yes! no! Can! no!
Director: Can it work?
The children said in unison: Come here!
The director got under the rope, walked over to a rock among them and sat down, and then asked: Did you guys have an exam?
Children: Take the exam, we took the exam.
Director: What are you doing here?
A child: Let's see what it's like to make a movie.
Director: Came all the way to watch us make a movie?
Children: That's right.
Director: How long do you have to walk here?
Children: 9 kilometers.
Director: Ah, 9 kilometers. Saying he took a book from a child: I'll ask you some questions.
Children: Ask! One child raised his hand high as he spoke.
Director: Well, kids, I ask you what is "cooperation"?
Several children raised their hands at the same time: I know, can I answer?
Director: Quiet, quiet! Then he reached out his hand and nodded a child: Okay, here you go.
Child: Cooperation means working with others.
Another child: Can I answer?
The director nodded him with his hand, so he said: Cooperation means helping each other.
A child in the distance shouted: It's me.
The director is busy pointing at him: Okay, you say. Can you name the capital of Qulan?
The child stopped speaking, and some other children raised their hands hurriedly and shouted: I know, I know! Ruo Xu special, Ruo Xu special, Ruo Xu special!
The director waved his hand to indicate that they had heard it, and then asked: Where is Nostan-Abad?
A child standing in the distance immediately shouted: Post, Post, Post!
The other children also echoed: Post in Gulan, near Rudba.
The director asked again: What are the famous products there?
The children said in unison: Olives!
7. Village Road · Day · Outside
Mrs. Shiva's car was driving on the mountain road, and there was a conversation between her and Hussein from outside the painting.
Mrs. Shiva: You can recite the lines to me again.
Hussein: I have learned by heart, don't worry.
At this moment, the picture cuts to the close-up shot of Mrs. Shiva driving: You can recite it to me again, so that I can rest assured.
Hussein gestured and said: I first went upstairs with a bag of cement on my back. Speaking of this, he paused and asked: Does it have to be cement?
Mrs. Shiva: Remember, you must do what we say.
Hussein lowered his head and thought: Okay. I went upstairs with a bag of cement, and the woman said: Good luck...
Mrs. Shiva interrupted him: No, she said May the Lord be with you.
Hussein said hurriedly: Oh, well, she said that the Lord is with you, and then I answered: Give me some water to drink, I'm so thirsty. right? After speaking, he looked at Mrs. Shiva.
Mrs. Shiva said nothing.
Hussein looked at her and asked: Is this okay?
Mrs. Shiva still did not answer.
At this time, the car shook a few times and stopped. Mrs. Shiva leaned her body over and shouted out the window: What's the matter? You blocked the way.
A male voice outside the painting: We will let go.
Mrs. Shiva: Your car and bricks are stacked there. How can I get by?
A man squatted on the scaffolding and said: We will soon carry these things away.
Mrs. Shiva: But I have to go now.
Man: Allah, you can pass in half an hour. After speaking, continue to work with your head down.
Mrs. Shiva: What are you kidding? I still have a lot of things waiting to be done.
The man replied while fiddling with his work: We are also busy. We ran here from the province to work for people, but only to earn food for our family.
Mrs. Shiva looked at him angrily: Talking to you really makes no sense! You said how do I get there?
Man: We will ask a worker to clear the road in a while. This has nothing to do with me.
Mrs. Shiva: I'm very anxious, I'm in a hurry.
Man: If you are in a hurry, let your workers come and work together and help us clear the road together so that we can finish the work sooner.
Mrs. Shiva shook her head: His job is not for this, it is your job.
Man: Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with me.
Mrs. Shiva: But you blocked the road.
Man: It's actually easy to clean up. Just remove these bricks yourself.
Mrs. Shiva was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Hussein turned his head and looked at her: I'm sorry, ma'am, I am willing to do everything for you, except for the construction industry, because I have not been in this business for a long time. I am here to act, I am an actor. , Not a plasterer.
Mrs. Shiva didn't say a word. She glanced at Hussein, then turned the steering wheel hard and turned the car back and moved on. Hussein also glanced at her quietly, then lowered his head and swiped his fingers on the window of the car.
The car stopped after a few steps, and Mrs. Silva's voice asking for the way to passers-by outside the window: How to get to Kirk?
A man squatting outside the car answered: Kirk? Isn't it right behind you?
Mrs. Shiva: That road is blocked.
Man: Don't worry, there is a small road behind the bridge ahead. After speaking, he said to Hussein who was sitting in the car window: Hi, Hussein, why are you frowning?
Hussein saw that he was silent. The car drove for a while. Hussein turned his face and said to Mrs. Silva: Madam, why do you ask others for directions? Just ask me.
Mrs. Shiva: Because you haven't touched concrete and stones for a long time, I don't think you will tell others how to go. You just want to be an actor, so I asked others.
Hussein stopped speaking.
8. The filming site·Japan·Foreign
director was still sitting among the children, flipping the book in his hands. He turned a few more pages and asked: whose turn is now?
A child sitting in front of him immediately raised his hand and shouted: Sir, it's mine.
The director looked down at him: You? You can't, you are too sophisticated and too smart.
When the other children heard this, they raised their hands and asked to answer questions.
At this moment, the director looked up and saw Mrs. Shiva's car approaching, and hurriedly put down the book in his hand and stood up: Okay, children, let's look at other questions later. He stood up and walked back and forth to the studio.
Mrs. Shiva's car stopped, Hussein got out of the car, shook hands with the photographer, and greeted several other people in the film crew.
The director walked back to his seat, and the photographers and others returned to their seats. The deputy director called: Hussein, hurry up! Mr. Ryan, are you ready? Mrs. Shiva, hurry up!
Mrs. Shiva ran over, and the assistant director shouted again: Mr. Kramand, hurry up! Let's start when we are ready!
Feature: clapperboard.
Outside the painting, Shiva is playing board: the first scene is the first.
The old man was standing at the top of the stairs again. Hussein came over with a bag of cement. After the two greeted each other, Hussein went upstairs with the cement on his back, only to hear his "Hello" from outside the painting and there was no sound.
Director outside the picture: Stop! Hussein, why don't you speak? Take the bag down and return to the place.
Hussein came downstairs carrying the bag, and the assistant director outside the painting called: Farhad, when he goes up the stairs, don't watch him for too long, understand?
The old man standing at the top of the stairs nodded: I see.
Director outside the picture: Do it again.
Feature: clapperboard.
Outside the painting, Shiva is playing board: the first scene and the second.
The deputy director outside the painting said to Farhad: Very good, just stand there and don't move.
At this time, Hussein came over carrying the cement. After the two said hello, Hussein carried the cement bag upstairs, said "Hello" and then stopped talking.
Director: Stop! Then he turned to Shiva and said: Mrs. Shiva, did you rehearse with him on the road?
Silva outside the painting: The rehearsal has been done, and he performed very well in the car!
The director turned his head and rushed to Hussein Road outside the painting: Put the sandbag back again, and do it again.
Hussein came down from the stairs and stood at the top of the stairs and said to the director: When I said hello to her, she didn't answer me, she didn't talk to me, what can I do?
Director outside the picture: She didn't say hello to you?
Hussein: No!
The director stopped talking.
9. The
director drove the car on the road·day·outside , and Hussein sat aside.
The director looked out the window while driving the car, and said for a long time: This is good, we have to stop work because of you. Can you tell me what is going on between you and this girl?
Hussein turned his head to look at him, then turned to look out the window, and did not speak for a long time.
The director turned his head to look at Hussein: Tell me, okay?
Hussein just said: Okay, let me tell you. I used to work at Enola’s house. May the Lord bless him. This girl happened to live across from his house. The other day I saw her sitting on the steps studying hard. She was sitting across from me, in front of my eyes. So gentle and dignified, she is the kind of girl I want, so I want to marry her. After I finished my work that day, I went to fetch water to clean my hands and feet. When I saw her mother by the spring water also came to fetch water, I mentioned to her that I wanted to marry her daughter. She was very angry when she heard it.
Director: Why?
Hussein: I don't know. Maybe she thinks I'm not serious enough to tell her this way, and thinks I'm talking nonsense, not really wanting to marry her daughter. It may also be that I am not worthy of her daughter!
Director: So what do you do?
Hussein: When I went back to change clothes that day after washing, Enola told me not to use it for work tomorrow. I guessed at the time that her mother must have asked him to fire me and helped him find a replacement for me. Living people. On the night of the earthquake, Enola's family and, may the Lord bless them, the girl's family died.
Director: Taheri's parents are dead?
Hussein: Yes.
Director: They are all dead?
Hussein: On the morning of the third day, I went to the cemetery. There were a lot of people there. I searched for a long time but couldn't find her. On the seventh morning, I finally saw her in front of her parents' grave. I wanted to go up and talk to her, but her grandma asked me to pray for the dead. After I prayed and looked up, they had already left.
Director: You never saw her again? Have you seen her yet?
Hussein: No. Only once, on the fortieth day.
Director: What did you do that day?
Hussein: I went back to the cemetery that day and saw her grandma there. I told myself that these poor people should understand that the world is cruel and life is short, and they shouldn't reject me. If they had treated me better before, perhaps this misfortune would not have happened to them.
Hearing this, the director turned his head and glanced at him attentively.
Hussein immediately explained: I think it was the grievances in my heart that destroyed all the houses, but can I afford a house again? Also, because I am in a heavy heart, I want to relieve the resentment in my heart and pour out the unhappiness in my heart. I told them that since no one has a house now, we are all equal. I don’t have a house, and you don’t have a house either, so why not consider my marriage proposal? They gave me an answer, which still hurts my heart so far. I am really fainted and don't understand the mood of those who rebuild their homes, really.
Hussein stopped here for a while and did not speak, the director did not speak, but drove the car silently.
Hussein went on to say: I have been working in other people's homes since I was 11 years old.
The director suddenly interjected: What is your occupation?
Hussein: My profession? I work with a plasterer.
Director: What are you responsible for?
Hussein: I lay bricks, cement, or put bricks. I do all sorts of work. People always tell me that if I don't have a house, there is no wife, because if I don't have a house, no one will marry my daughter to me. But it takes a while to build a house!
Director: You never saw her again?
Hussein: Yes, but not this Thursday, but last Thursday, the day I saw you on the set.
Director: What was the result?
Hussein: I asked her to marry me again. I didn't want to see them anymore, but after thinking about it, I decided to go.
Director: Where to go?
Hussein: Go to the cemetery.
10. The cemetery·day·outside
(flashback camera) the wind and wind, flag hunting, people coming and going on the cemetery, crying constantly. Hussein walked to a cemetery and sat down.
At this moment Taheri walked up to him, said nothing, looked at him silently, turned and left.
Hussein sat there for a while, and when Taheri's grandma passed by him, he stood up, watched her leave the cemetery step by step and walked into a small wood, and finally decided to chase after her.
The grandmother walked slowly in the woods with a cane. Hussein trot all the way to catch up from behind: Hello! How are you doing?
Grandma: I'm having a good time, thank the Lord for his gift.
Hussein: Have you decided on my marriage proposal?
Grandma: My decision is to disagree.
Hussein: You can see that you are very reluctant, but why is this?
Grandma: If you want my answer, it's no! No!
Hussein: What do you mean? Think about it for me, everyone says she wants to get married, only you say no!
Grandma: My answer is no!
Hussein: Then you have to give me at least two reasons and explain them to me.
Grandma: You are illiterate and you don't have a house.
Hussein: But I am polite, talented and considerate.
Grandma: Maybe you are really kind and understanding, but you don't have a house.
Hussein: She has chosen me, but you are preventing us from being together.
Grandma: My answer is no! You have no house and illiterate, empty head.
Hussein: It's none of your business.
Grandma: You can't get her, don't dream anymore, otherwise I will make you worse than death.
Hussein stood there looking at her grandma's back and said: If her parents are still alive, maybe I still have a little hope, but with you, I don't have any hope.
Grandma took a few steps, then stopped and turned to him and said: If they were still alive, they would never agree to marry your daughter, absolutely not, I can promise. He turned a corner and walked away.
Hussein stood there and sighed deeply, then cried out: Do you guarantee that your granddaughter also thinks like you?
Grandma's voice came from a distance: My answer is no!
Hussein was walking alone in the woods, and a male voice came from outside the painting: Stop! Wait a moment! What are you doing there? Run faster, come here!
Hussein looked up and saw that a large group of people were shooting a movie there, and a young man was beckoning to him and calling him over: hurry up! Hurry up! Come here, hurry up!
Hussein hurried over and hid behind the camera. Someone outside the painting said to him: We are making a movie. Come on, sound effects are ready! Start!
Silva outside the painting: the second scene of the seventh scene, the second.
Hussein sat on the ground silently watching them make a movie. (End of flashback)
11. On the road, Japan, and abroad, the
director continued to drive the car. At this time, a few car horns sounded outside the painting. The director slowly stopped the car, and Mrs. Shiva's car was parked beside his car.
Shiva: I brought Taheri back, do you think I should go find another...
Director: Who?
Mrs. Shiva didn't speak, opened the door and got out of the car. She walked to the director's car and leaned on the window and asked in a low voice: Can I find that Buhshad?
Director 2 Who is she?
Shiva: It's the girl with blue eyes.
Director: You have to ask Taheri, don't ask me. She is more suitable for this role.
Hussein sat aside and listened silently.
Shiva: But she kept silent, what do you say to me?
When Hussein heard this, he turned his head to look at Taheri who was sitting in Shiva's car.
Shiva: She didn't listen to my persuasion and refused to act. It was obvious that the problem was with him. If Ali was there, there would be no problem. You asked us to prevent problems, how to prevent them?
In the car over there, Taheri was also sitting there with her head down and listening to their conversation silently. Hussein stared at her silently through the car window.
The director whispered: Do your best.
Shiva: But I can't guarantee that I can do it.
Director: Just give it a try.
Shi Wa reluctantly agreed: Okay. Then he ran around the front of the car and ran to his car, pulling the door and getting into the car.
The two cars drove in two different directions at the fork in the road.
12.
A car drove a long mountain road outside the film crew station, Japan, and came to a hillside. The car stopped, and the director got out of the car and walked up the hillside. As he walked, he said: Hussein, go Take the cigarette from my car.
Hussein outside the picture: What did you say? I can not hear clearly.
Director: Go get my cigarette.
Hussein outside the picture: Okay.
An old man was carrying the garbage and dumping it into a trash can under the tree. The outside director greeted him: Hello, Bahori! The director said as he walked over.
Baheri: Hello, how are you doing?
The director walked over and said: I'm having a good time, I'm very happy. Oh, I smell so good, what did you make for us? As he spoke, he walked to the pots and pots on the ground and took a look.
Baholi replied: The mixed rice is a staff dinner.
The director walked to a long bench and sat down, and then shouted: Bahori!
Baheri: What's the matter?
Director: There is a dish that tastes pungent, what's its name?
Baheri: It's called "Tositari".
At this time, Hussein came over and passed the cigarette to the director. The director took the cigarette and lit it while continuing to ask Bahori: How to make this dish?
Baheri: Is it to ask "Tositari"?
The director nodded: Yes.
Baheri: Actually, it's better not to say.
Director: Tell me...what? Will your wife be jealous of your cooking skills?
Puffs of smoke came from the grass. Take up the entire screen. Bahori's voice came from outside the painting: She used to, but now she will not.
Director outside the picture: Really?
Huawai Bahui Rui: Really, because she died, died in the earthquake.
Director outside the picture: May the Lord bless her! Have you been alone now?
Painted Waiba Holi: Yes, I've been alone.
The director sat on the bench, pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case and asked: Would you like to have a cigarette?
Huawai Bahou Rui: No, I just drew it.
The director lit a cigarette himself, and then shouted: Baheri!
Baholi sat opposite him while cooking while answering: What's the matter?
Director outside the painting: I think you would like to find a companion to live with you now?
Baheri looked up at him: I don't want to get married now.
Director outside the picture: Why? You only have a widow, why don't you marry anymore?
Bahori said as he hurriedly started to work: I have lived with her for 50 years, and she gave me 6 children, and I shouldn’t get married again. After speaking, he bowed his head.
Out-of-picture director: But if your children have grown up and left home, it would be better for you to find a wife.
Baheri: I'm almost a person of loess.
Director: Just kidding, you are still in the prime of life. You have to know that many women have lost their husbands, and many men have lost their wives.
Baheri: You are right, but I still don't want to get married again. After all, she has lived with me for 50 years. After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to work.
The director sat across from him and looked at him.
Baholi: It's not right to remarry anyway. For someone in my 60s, remarriage is not suitable.
Hussein squatted to wash the dishes, listening to their laughter coming from behind while washing.
Director: Hussein!
Hussein hurriedly turned around and asked: What's the matter?
Director: Bring a clean plate here!
Hussein promised to continue washing for a while, and the director over there called him: Hussein, come here!
Hussein hurriedly shook the water in his hand and walked over, only to hear Bahori saying: We did not take care of our parents, why should our children take care of us? Besides, there are too many problems in Taiholon.
Director: What do they do?
Bahori: They were in Tehran, and Faraté worked in an oil company.
Director: Oh, I see.
Bahori: He ran the line from Lafang Island to Guyana's Victoria Harbour.
At this time, Mrs. Shiva's car stopped down the hill, and Mrs. Shiva got out of the car and walked over.
Director: That place is very hot.
Baheri: Very hot?
Director: Does your son who works in a car company have children?
Baheri: Yes, there are 3 in total.
Director: What do your two children here do?
Baheri: It's the driver. One drives the truck and the other drives at the city hall.
The director was sitting on a stool and saw Mrs. Shiva approaching, and asked hurriedly: How is the situation going?
Mrs. Shiva came over and sat beside him: She didn't listen to my persuasion, she said we only hired her for one day, and she must prepare for the exam now. I said that there is no problem. You can bring books to the studio to review when preparing for the exam. Obviously, she didn't want to be with that man, she didn't want to. You have to replace one of them, either the girl or Hussein.
The director did not speak after hearing her, but just looked at her.
Mrs. Shiva turned her head again and shouted: Hussein, go water the flowers! The flowers have not been watered for two days.
Hussein came over with the kettle, and said as he walked: You didn't tell me.
Mrs. Shiva spread a hand and asked: Then who am I calling for?
Hussein turned his head and said to her: It was Muhammad. After speaking, I walked away.
Mrs. Shiva: Muhammad asked me to ask you, but you asked me to ask Muhammad, what should I do?
Hussein came again with the kettle in his hand: If you had told me earlier, I would have done this a long time ago.
Mrs. Shiva: You forgot.
Hussein: I haven't forgotten. After speaking, I walked away.
Mrs. Shiva said to the director again: I want her to make a decision quickly, otherwise I will call Buhshad. As soon as she heard it, she immediately said: Then let me see, I will come back tomorrow. But I think no matter what, we must replace one of them. This girl may cause us trouble.
Director: We will have a solution. Then he shouted at Baheri: Baheri, what did you just say?
Bahori did not speak, and Hussein seriously watered the flowers on the sidelines.
13. Forest·Chen·
wai Hussein lay on a camp bed with a quilt covering his head. Mrs. Shiva came over and shouted: Hussein, get up! Hussein, enough sleep, it's time to get up! Hussein, it's getting late, it's time to get up! He opened the quilt as he spoke.
Baheri passed by them carrying a kettle: hello, madam!
Mrs. Shiva: Hello! Then he said: You got up too late, and we didn't have water to drink tea.
Baheri: Hussein didn't let me sleep.
Mrs. Shiva: Why?
Baheri: His boss yelled: Where's my white socks? Besides, the wind is too big, I can't sleep.
Mrs. Shiva: Hurry up and boil some tea, and I'm going to wake up other people. Speaking of walking to a tent next to him, he called: Mr. Karimi, Mr. Karimi! Hey, hello, Mr. Karimi!
A man outside the tent greeted her: Hello, Mrs. Shiva!
Mrs. Shiva: Hello! Has Mr. Jafarin got up yet? While asking, walked to the other tents.
The man answered her: Get up, he went for a jog.
Mrs. Shiva came to the certain tent again and shouted: Mr. Samak! Mr. Samak! Are you up?
There was a sound that had not yet woken up.
Mrs. Shiva: Get up quickly, it's late. After speaking, I walked to the next tent: Mr. Jafarin!
A male voice inside replied: I woke up.
Mrs. Shiva called again: Jafarin now, hello! After speaking, he turned and walked to the next tent, and as he walked, he called: Mr. Holadman!
A white-haired man on the lawn in the distance answered her: I am here!
Mrs. Shiva greeted him: Hello, Farhad!
Farhard: Hello, Mrs. Shiva!
At this moment Mrs. Shiva saw the director coming from behind Farhad, and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted to him: Let Hussein sleep a little longer. He didn't sleep well last night and he was very tired.
Director outside the picture: I don't understand what's going on.
Outside the picture, Hussein shouted at the same time: I have gotten up! I got up long ago.
Mrs. Shiva heard his voice and turned and walked in his direction. As she walked, she said: Clean the quilt and prepare the breakfast.
Hussein came over and said dissatisfiedly: I was obviously awake, but you said I was still asleep, do I look like someone who loves to sleep? He turned and walked towards a tent.
Mrs. Shiva yelled: Okay, let me correct it. Hussein has already gotten up.
The director was walking with Farhad on the lawn in the distance. Hearing her words, he replied loudly: Okay! Turning around, the two people continued to walk and chat on the lawn.
Farhard: Poor thing!
Director: He is afraid of others talking about him.
Farhard: Me too, I don't want to get up.
Director: Did you sleep well?
Farhad: I didn't sleep well, my mattress was not very comfortable, and my back hurt when I slept. The ground is also very humid, I want to sleep as much as possible but can't.
Director: But the air in this morning can make people forget the unpleasantness of last night. Breathing here is a kind of joy.
Farhard: I think all the people who lived here have already left here, right?
Director: Most of the people died in this earthquake. Those who survived also moved away and moved to small houses by the highway. They would rather live by the highway but don’t want to breathe the freshness here. Air. Poor thing, but I think they are right to do this. Because I lived here and after the earthquake, foreign aid could not be sent in, the road was blocked, and many of them were dead ends. So the people who are alive have left, because you can't live on fresh air alone, you have to have other necessities of life, and they will have these things only when they live on the highway, and they can move away by the highway. , Which is why there are 120,000 people living in Tehran. Forget it, let's stop talking nonsense. I want to tell you something about this place. If you greet the souls of residents here, they will respond to you.
Farhad: Their soul?
Director: Yes, that's right.
Farhard whispered: Hello!
Director: If you say that, then only I can answer you. You have to speak louder so they can hear it.
Farhard yelled into the distance: Hello!
Director: Did you hear their response?
Farhard: Why did you lie to me? That is obviously an echo.
Director: If you think it is an echo, then you can say something else.
Farhard: What can I say? He thought for a while and shouted loudly: Boya! Buja!
A child's voice came from a distance: Dad, what's the matter?
Farhard turned around and waved away: It's okay, I'm not calling you.
The director also laughed, and then said: One more thing, they only respond to "Hello" and "Goodbye", listen! Saying that he shouted "Goodbye" to the distance, and then said to Farhad: If you say goodbye but don't leave, they won't respond to your "Hello" anymore. Don't forget, you can only say "Hello" and "Goodbye", I'm leaving now. After speaking, a person walked down the hillside with his hands behind his back.
The director took two steps and then stopped and shouted: Farhad!
Farhard also stopped and looked back at him.
The director threw something to him: Give this to Mr. Barna, I will catch up with you in a while. goodbye!
Farhard turned around and said, "Goodbye." He continued to walk forward, and suddenly two shots were fired, he stopped, and looked back.
14. In the car
, Mrs. Shiva's car came and stopped. The director climbed onto the back of the car, and Mrs. Shiva's voice came from outside the painting: Sit ahead!
The director turned to the cab and said: No, I want to sit next to Hussein. After that, I turned my head and asked Hussein: How are things, Hussein?
Hussein lowered his head: Fortunately, thank you for your concern.
Director: You don't look very happy.
Hussein lowered his head: No, I am very happy.
Director: Maybe you are too tired.
Hussein lowered his head and said nothing.
Director: I heard that you didn't sleep well last night.
Hussein still lowered his head to speak: Nothing, I just slept late last night.
Director: You don't look like you haven't slept well, but you are in a depressed mood. Right?
Hussein: You are wrong, I am not depressed.
The director nodded and said with certainty: Yes, you are depressed.
Hussein: Sir, you know, I don't like to speak bad things about others, but I have to say that the residents of Boussett who died are much friendlier than Miss Tahli.
Director: What do you mean by this?
Hussein: I greeted them this morning and they all responded to me, but I greeted Miss Taheri three times and she ignored me.
Director: People usually say hello only once. If there is no response, they will not say hello again.
Hussein: It was your fault, you let me say it.
The director raised a finger: But I only told you to say it once.
Hussein lowered his head again and raised his head for a long time and said: I thought I would say hello to her and she would talk to me, and I will never talk to her again. After speaking he looked at the director.
The director also smiled and watched him silently.
Hussein was unable to hold it for a while, and asked: What about today? Will she come?
Director: I don't know this, maybe it will come. Talking and calling: Mrs. Shiva!
Mrs. Shiva answered in the cab: What's the matter?
Director outside the picture: Stop and let these people come up.
Mrs. Shiva stopped the car, and we saw a group of women in colorful costumes running over from the rearview mirror, climbing onto the back of the car one by one.
After the women got in the car, the car slowly started again to continue driving on the mountain road.
The director sat side by side with a middle-aged woman, and he asked her: Where do you come from?
Middle-aged women: I can't speak your dialect.
A female voice outside the painting said: We are coming from a public bathhouse.
The director did not hear clearly, and asked: Where is it?
An old grandmother with a white scarf on her head said: Behind Shima, there is one there.
There was a young girl sitting next to the grandmother, not talking, just listening to others.
Director: Why do you have to go so far?
Granny: Because there are shops, markets, and bakeries there, we brought our daughters with us.
Director: Isn't it hard to go all the way?
Granny: Maybe, but it's more hidden there, which is better.
Director: Are you afraid of catching a cold?
Granny: I feel very cold, but we have to go home.
The middle-aged woman sitting next to the director said: We are not afraid of cold or heat, and we cannot change the weather.
The director turned his head and looked at her curiously.
The old lady said again: That bathhouse is relatively hidden, so we are willing to go there to take a bath.
The director outside the painting is asking: Is she your daughter?
Granny: Yes.
Out-of-picture director: She doesn't look like you very much.
Granny: She is more like her brother, and her brother looks like her father.
Out-of-picture director: So she looks like dad, right?
The grandma nodded: Yes.
The director outside the painting asked: Where is her father now?
Granny: He is dead.
Director outside the painting: Was it because of the earthquake?
The grandmother nodded: Yes.
Director: May the Lord bless him. After speaking, the director nodded her daughter's direction and asked: Do you think she wants to act? Then he asked her daughter: Do you want to perform in my film?
The daughter quickly turned her head away from him.
Granny: No.
The director outside the painting asked: Why?
Granny: She can't act.
Out-of-picture director: Acting is not difficult, she just needs to wash the dishes by the sink. She will definitely do it.
The daughter turned her face when she heard here and looked at the director outside the painting. The director hurriedly asked: Don't you think?
The daughter turned her head back again.
The director looked at her and asked: What is your name?
Neither the daughter nor the grandmother answered him.
Director: Look at me.
Someone outside the painting said: Sorry, sir, women here cannot easily tell strangers their names. This is our custom.
The director nodded.
The car drove past the dilapidated houses, and the director outside the painting was asking: Tell me, is there anyone else living here?
The voice of the old grandma outside the painting: Few people live here anymore, only people with livestock still live here, and the others have moved to live by the road.
Director outside the painting: Do you have any cows too?
Grandma outside the painting: We have nothing.
Director outside the painting: Then why do you still stay here?
Grandma outside the painting: The road is not a good place to live, it's too noisy.
Director outside the painting: Where did you come from?
Grandma outside the painting: We are all drawn from Darech.
Director outside the picture: Dareqi pulls it all at once?
Grandma outside the painting: Yes, there are bees, tea trees, large forests and rice fields, and silk.
Out-of-picture director: Bee?
Grandma outside the painting: Yes, there are bees. For this we can give up everything and come here. But it is impossible to give up these things and live by the highway. Have you been to Darechi?
Director outside the picture: No.
Grandma outside the painting: If you have been there, you would not ask why we didn't move to the roadside to live. It is not a good place to live, there is so much waste gas, and people come and go.
Director outside the picture: It is indeed the case.
The car drove down a hill, and the voice of the old grandma came from outside the painting: Thank you very much. We'll get off right here.
Director outside the painting: Mrs. Shiva, stop and let them get out of the car.
Mrs. Shiva stopped the car slowly. She looked at the road outside the car window, and there was a dialogue between the director and the grandmother outside the painting.
Director: Grandma, please leave your address.
Granny: We don't have an address.
Director: It's okay, just write about it, I will use it in the future.
Granny: We don't have an address. Why do you want it?
Director: You will understand in the future.
Granny: We don't have an address. Goodbye, sir.
Director: Grandma, come here. As he spoke, he walked to the window and shouted: Mrs. Shiva, write down her address.
Mrs. Shiva: Good.
The grandmother walked to the window of the cab, and Mrs. Shiva asked her: Where do you live?
The grandmother pointed a finger at a tree behind her: Just behind this tree, we live on the side of the road without a phone.
Mrs. Shiva looked at her: I don't want your phone number.
Granny: I don't have an address. Our tent is behind the tree. We really don't have an address.
Mrs. Shiva: You can always say your name, right?
Granny: Zara Norozh.
Mrs. Shiva: If we ask you for help, will you be there?
The grandmother nodded straight: Yes, yes, my house is right there.
Mrs. Shiva: I will come to pick you up. goodbye.
Granny: Goodbye.
Mrs. Shiva watched the grandma go through the car window, and then started to start the car.
In the back of the car, the director and Hussein were still sitting there. A question from Mrs. Silva came from outside the painting: Why do you want to ask the woman's address?
Director: The address of the woman? No, I am not interested in her, I think her daughter is suitable for a role in the scene by the spring in our film. Even if that doesn't work, I think it might still make sense for Hussein. Speaking to ask Hussein: Hussein, what do you think?
Hussein lowered his head: She? I am not interested in her.
Director: Why? She looks very charming.
Hussein still keeps her head down: Yes, she is pretty, but she is illiterate. After speaking, he looked up at the director.
Director: How do you know that she is illiterate?
Hussein: These people are all farming and uneducated. If I have a child after I get married and my wife is as illiterate as I am, who will help the child with homework?
Director: I understand what you mean. But because you are illiterate, you can get along.
Hussein: Because I am illiterate, I have to find a wife who is educated, socially literate, who can read and write, so that one of us can help our children with homework and prepare for exams; if we are both illiterate , What about our future life?
The director nodded: Oh, you don't want her because she is illiterate, right? Taheri did not want you for the same reason, so why are you still worried?
Hussein: I have no worries.
The director nodded affirmatively: No, you have troubles.
Hussein: I don’t think we should always marry the rich and the illiterate. It would be better if the literate married the illiterate, and the rich married the poor. When a homeless person marries a landlord, everyone can help each other. I think this is better. If two people get married and have two houses, they can’t live in one room and live in the other, right? am I right?
The director laughed bluntly when he said: Yes, they can't separate their heads and feet, but they can only live in one room and rent out the other one, right?
Hussein lowered his head in frustration after hearing what he said: This is also true. Then he stopped talking for a long time.
15. The director of Taheri’s Day and Foreign
took out a cigarette on his mouth and was about to light it, but found that the car had stopped. He looked up and saw that it was the half-down broken building of Taheri’s house in front of him. .
Outside the painting, Mrs. Shiva is shouting: Taheri! Miss Tahri!
Nothing happened.
Mrs. Shiva shouted again: Grandma!
At this moment the door opened, and Taheri came out from the inside, took a look outside and went back into the house.
The director sat in the car and lit a cigarette, watching the movement upstairs with attention.
After a while, Taheri opened the door again and came out, still holding a bag of things in her hand. She turned back and locked the door, then went downstairs.
The director and Hussein looked at her nervously.
Taheri walked to the car and greeted the director: Hello!
Director: Hello!
Hussein watched silently.
16. Shooting scene·day·outside
close-up: clapperboard.
Mrs. Silva outside the painting: The first scene of the fourteenth scene.
When Mrs. Shiva ran away after playing the board, the director shouted to start from outside the painting.
Farhad stood at the top of the stairs, and Hussein’s voice came upstairs: Tahli, Tahli, where did you put my white socks?
Taheri outside the painting: In your clothes.
Farhad downstairs sat down and listened attentively to their conversation.
Hussein outside the picture: I have looked for it, no!
Outside the picture, Taheri: It might be next to the stove.
Hussein outside the picture: I have looked for it too, but I still haven't. I really don't understand how you organize things at home.
Tahli outside the painting: I remember, you put it in your shoes.
Hussein outside the picture: If this is the case, then I will look for it. While talking, Hussein walked down the stairs and said as he walked: I'm sure I didn't put it there, but if you want to say that, I'll look for it and see if it's in my shoes. Speaking, walked to the bottom of the stairs and sat down, stretched out a pair of shoes from the bottom of the stairs to take a look, and then rushed upstairs and shouted: It's here! After speaking, put the shoes on the ground, take out the socks inside and start putting them on.
Farhad, who was sitting at the top of the stairs, asked him: You see you are as
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