Chapter 19 bride

I've heard of the "dry wind" in Shangzhou before, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.This happened when I went to Upjutsu to shoot exteriors for NHK dramas.I was playing the wife of Frankie Sakai, and Frankie was playing a serious postman who "doesn't like to deliver the mail by bike, but rather runs."The exterior shot was me riding to Frankie's house to get married.I wore that old-fashioned cotton hat and a black wedding dress with the family crest on it. I sat sideways on the horse's back and clattered along the field path.I was followed by five male relatives and friends in formal dresses, and my only dowry—a small wardrobe—was placed on a two-wheeled cart.The birds were singing, and the singing of "Groom Song" came from nowhere, a leisurely pastoral scene.

We wrapped up rehearsals and started filming.I lowered my head a little like brides in the past, and the horse walked meekly forward. However, no one expected that at this moment, there was a dry wind blowing in Shangzhou.If we want to say how strong the gust of wind is, that is, we first heard the sound of "Gudong! Gululu", and the wardrobe on the two-wheeled cart flew out and rolled in the field.At this time, you can see the difference between real furniture and fake props. If it is a real dowry, there will be clothes or something inside, and it will definitely not be blown up by the wind. But the sad thing about fake props is that they are empty inside. , so it became like this.In addition, we took a long shot (that is, "long shot", long shot), so we couldn't tell whether the wardrobe was good or bad, so we used cheap ones, which also made the wardrobe unbearable.Secondly, my cotton hat and bridal bun were blown backwards by the wind, exposing my entire forehead.Also, I was sitting sideways on the horse, so I had to work hard to keep my position and not let myself fall off.If the wind was blowing from my back, it would definitely throw me off the horse, but thankfully, the wind was blowing from the front of me and pinned me down.So I stuck to the horse's back in a strange posture.The horse seemed to hate the wind, shook its head flutteringly, and snorted.

It really sucks. "Please return to your original position!" The assistant director yelled through a loudspeaker.I tried to step back, only to realize that it is very difficult to turn around in an animal like a horse.The distance between the horse's front and rear legs was so long that it was impossible to turn around on the narrow field path. "Won't you let it go back?" The assistant director roared.I really want to say "If the horse can walk backwards, it can be sent to the circus"!I pulled the crooked wig forward with so much force that the bun and cotton cap almost covered my eyes, so I couldn't talk.I pushed my cotton hat and looked around, and found that about 100 meters ahead was the intersection of two field paths, which was relatively wide.I thought "there is where the horse can turn around", but I was sitting sideways on the horse's back, my posture was very unstable, and I might slip down at any time, so there was no way to pass, so I said:

"Everyone, I'm sorry!" As I said that, I rolled up my kimono and sat firmly on the horse's back.When I was in high school, I dreamed of becoming a horse rider, and I was quite confident about riding a horse.In retrospect, the move was reckless.I said "let's go" to the horse, and the horse started to run.We are advancing at full speed on the field road. "It would be bad if you keep everyone waiting!" I was so full of that thought that I didn't notice how strange I looked.When I reached a three-meter-square open space 100 meters ahead, I finally felt something was wrong.Because when my horse and I ran there, an old lady who was carrying a hoe and dressed in working in the field happened to pass by.When the aunt saw me, she threw the hoe far away, stepped back a few steps, stared wide-eyed, and said:

"What is this for?" A man in a bridal gown with the hem of the gown unbuttoned, his feet in socks and sandals raised high, a cotton hat drooping down to his eyes, the brim of which was still flapping.The horse's nose turned one by one, snorting constantly.No wonder the aunt was taken aback. "I'm so sorry!" I carefully turned my horse around and galloped towards where the filming had started, where the actors were now assembled.But there was also a field path there, and there was still no way to turn around, so I had no choice but to cross it and run to a long distance ahead, and finally found a spacious place and turned back.The children watching from a distance applauded me, and I waved happily.By this time I had completely forgotten that I was in a wedding dress.

I thought I was in riding clothes, so I waved happily to the kids.Later, I heard from the director that my appearance at the time was too polite to say "inappropriate", and it gave people the feeling that it was a nightmare. If my appearance was filmed at that time, it could be directly used in absurd films. Makeup artists, costume artists, and hair stylists (that is, people who make fake buns) came running.I jumped off my horse and became a dignified bride again.The wind blew only for a while, then calmed down. "Get ready! Start!" We were back where we had just been, but, as we were so unlucky, there came another dry wind, stronger than the previous one.The wardrobe flew out again, "Gudong! Gululu", this time it rolled across the field and ran for a long way. The middle-aged man in charge of taking care of the scene shouted "Hey! Hey!" while chasing the wardrobe. .I was pressed on the horse's back by a stronger wind than before, and I was almost on my back.Even so, I held the wig down with one hand and held the reins firmly with the other.Ma shook his head flutteringly while snorting, all kinds of voices were mixed together, and he didn't know what it was.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of hats, pieces of paper, and all kinds of things being swept by the wind, flying towards the cameraman and director in the distance.

This situation was repeated several times in this way, and the shooting was finally done. A few days later, our program was broadcast, and there was no trace of the frenzy that day from the program.The bride swayed gently on the horseback, walking leisurely on the field path, and the male relatives and friends following behind also walked in a row at ease.The wardrobe is placed on the two-wheeled cart, and it looks like a real dowry, as if to say, "I have never been blown by the wind to 'gudong! Gululu' flew out."It seemed to me that the wardrobe contained its secrets and was transported away.Maybe the real wedding ceremony was held peacefully like this?It should be like this.

It was such an interesting experience for me as a young man at the time. ① Frankie Sakai (1929~1996), a famous Japanese comedian, formerly known as Masatoshi Sakai.