Glory of Rebirth 1989

Lin Yao is in charge of the affairs and puts forward his own opinions for the construction. When there is nothing to be busy, the two will go to the depths of the secluded water town to feel the charm of the Jiangnan water town and the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. They will go to listen to Kunqu opera, not far away Taste Shaoxing wine in other places, such as now.

"It's too late to be a good match. It's a waste of youth. The time is like a gap..." Kunqu opera artists with beautiful appearances among many Chinese operas sang their lyrics on stage. Lin Yaowei didn't listen much in the private seat. Zheng Shaorong, who understands the Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialects, explained one by one, asking for a reward for explaining a sentence, asking Zheng Shaorong to feed him a piece of fruit or something.When it came to the private meeting between the heroine and the heroine, Lin Yao explained it line by line, leaned into Zheng Shaorong's ear, and breathed softly, "When will we be like them?"

It was a good show, but Lin Yao suddenly did such a thing, Zheng Shaorong gave him a warning look, "What have you been thinking about all day long?" When Zheng Shaorong came over, he might not have had the idea of ​​being close to the water, but the other party pursued the tactics of hunger and thirst, hanging on to him all the time, and always troubled the fifth girl, which would hurt her body and mind, okay?

Just after the performance, Zheng Shaorong wanted to go to the backstage to have a look. He thought the costumes in the backstage were beautiful, so he asked them to draw a little make-up for him. Watching Lin Yao put on Hua Dan's costume, walked two steps, and after the show, he picked up his throat and drawled his tune. He was already pretty, but he was usually too imposing to look like a woman, but now he was dressed up like a woman by Hua Dan. Jiao'e's Lin Yao sang "Lady..."

When Lin Yao was young, he learned a little bit from the elder sisters who knew Kunqu opera in the art troupe. Although he was a little reluctant to pretend to be a female role at this time, he was also unwilling to spoil the interest of the other party. "Xianggong..." The joke of the two laymen made the Kunqu opera artists in the backstage laugh non-stop.

Zheng Shaorong felt novelty in everything he saw, and he didn't let Lin Yao pretend to be a female role for too long. He changed all the costumes behind the stage. It's hard to understand that there are so many young people in the troupe, so he tried everything with him patiently. Lin Yao and him sometimes pretended to be a maidservant, and sometimes a master scholar. Lin Yao entrusted others to take pictures of these interesting clips and videos. He secretly planned to hang a circle of photos in the room up.

When the theater was about to end, many actors had already left. Lin Yao didn't bother to bother them anymore, and hid in the utility room with Zheng Shaorong to change clothes by himself. It wasn't a spacious room, and two big men squeezed into it, as if they couldn't even breathe. The heat can be heard from each other, Zheng Shaorong's face has not been undressed, and his lips are red and his teeth are whiter. Lin Yao is itching to see him so close, so he dared to move closer to those sexy lips while he was not paying attention. lick away.

Lin Yao, who succeeded in one blow, smashed his mouth, um, astringent with a bit of sweetness, and the makeup on his lips hadn't been removed before, this time he was acting like Jia Baoyu stealing rouge.

Zheng Shaorong couldn't recover from his sudden attack for a while, how could he not know Lin Yao's thoughts, that's all, he should give him some sweetness after hanging him for so long.Therefore, with an inexplicable smile in Lin Yao's eyes, he hooked his index finger to him who was hiding aside, "Come here..." The thief who had just successfully committed the crime was scared and hid further away, who knew that what was coming in the past It wasn't the result of being slapped flying.

He was so bold before, but now he has become less courageous, which annoyed Zheng Shaorong, who had just decided to give him something sweet, he lowered his face and repeated in a low voice, "Come here...don't make me say it again." Lin Yao had no choice but to rub against each other Walked up to him, put on a hippie smile and unbuttoned the hidden button on the costume that he couldn't reach, while undoing it, he took a peek at Zheng Shaorong's face, "That... I can't help it, I can't help it..."

Before the words fell, a gust of wind passed by Lin Yao's ears. Lin Yao closed his eyes and waited for a slap or chestnut to fall from the sky.Unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain on his body, the hand that fell so heavily that it made a sound of breaking through the air, gently landed on Lin Yao's neck, hooked him in a circle and dragged him forward.When he opened his eyes, there were only Zheng Shaorong's dark and deep eyes, and the soft taste on his lips.

Lin Yao couldn't believe it, and carefully touched the other's tongue that was sticking out between the lips and teeth, and was hooked by it to play together, swimming back and forth between the upper and lower lips, scraping across the palate like a spirit snake, exchanging each other's body fluid, All this caused Lin Yao to breathe heavily, and his body got closer and closer to the heat, as if he was about to merge with it.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, leaving only the heavy panting of the men. Both of them felt that a certain part of their own Jiu Kuang was tending to rise. Lin Yao took a step forward and squeezed his legs into Zheng Shaorong's thighs, in a slow, The ambiguous speed rubs and teases a sensitive part up and down...

"Knock, knock, knock..." The sudden knock on the door interrupted the rising temperature between the two, "Boss Lin, the theater troupe is about to leave work. Come out early after changing your clothes, so I can lock the door..."

Hearing the troupe staff's words, Lin Yao reluctantly let go of Zheng Shaorong's neck, who was obviously also aroused by interest, but his lower body was tightly pressed, making the other party fully feel his rapid breathing and the residual heat of his body "next time continue?"

In fact... the taste is not bad, Zheng Shaorong recalled the feeling just now.He is not an innocent virgin, and I have to admit that Lin Yao's kiss is a bit different from the perfunctory and impetuous kiss between his ex-boyfriends. Lin Yao smiled and looked at Lin Yao who was eager for an answer, "It depends on your mood..." After removing the makeup, The audience, which was still a large number earlier, had all dispersed, leaving only the young man who called the door waiting for them at the gate. The two said goodbye to him who needed to lock the prop room and left the theater. The young man watched them disappear into the theater. The back at the corner, took a deep breath in the air, and smiled meaningfully...

Lin Yao really wanted to continue, but it was a pity that the sudden and unexpected incident did not give him face, let this kind of thing continue, postponed and postponed indefinitely.Just because of the news from the construction site, the scaffolding under construction suddenly collapsed. The workers on the scaffolding fell from a height of 20 meters, causing the tragedy of 5 deaths.

By the time they hurried back to the construction site, the work had come to a complete standstill. The site had been cleaned up. From the large bloodstains on the ground, we could still see the tragedy at that time. A dozen or so simple-dressed men and women guarded the site. No further work was allowed at the place where the incident happened. When they saw Lin Yao coming over and learned that he was the boss, the women probably remembered the passing of their relatives, and cried loudly while scratching Lin Yao.

Lin Yao can understand their feelings very well. He has an unshirkable responsibility for this accident. If it wasn't for rushing the schedule, maybe the workers are still alive now, so even though he has martial arts, he still doesn't move and let them put his body on his body. There were bloodstains all over his face.

Zheng Shaorong couldn't see it, and called the rest of the staff to pull them away together, and said in relief, "The dead are gone. We are also very sad when this happened, but the matter is irreversible. Even if we kill them, we can't let them come back. No, why not discuss the aftermath, we are willing to take full responsibility." The relatives of the victims of the accident obviously listened to these words, they discussed for a while and selected a representative to discuss the specific aftermath with Lin Yao.

Lin Yao didn't want to give people the feeling that money is oppressing others, but he really didn't have the ability to do anything other than give generous aftercare money. He really wanted to arrange a job for the children of the victims according to the habit at this time, but Xiang Huaqiang made the decision in Hong Kong, and Paramount may have more difficulty adapting to it. In the end, he could only compensate each family with 30 yuan.

People are really easy to be satisfied. After receiving a huge sum of money compared to that time, the crowd that prevented the construction gradually dispersed, but Lin Yao himself could not calm down. It is not that he has not been stained with human blood. When he first arrived in Hong Kong, he even killed There were many people, but they were a group of young and Dangerous boys who were born in the Jianghu and died in the Jianghu. They made Lin Yao have a strong sense of unreality.And these five people were just ordinary farmers in the Celestial Dynasty. Their deaths made Lin Yao feel very guilty, so he lived and ate at the construction site every day after starting work to monitor safety awareness to prevent the tragedy from happening again.

When the studio was roughly built successfully, Lin Yao's wheat-colored skin began to turn brown, and he lost about 10 catties. Zheng Shaorong saw it and specially cooked soup for him. This kind of soup is the best Is it a nursing person, or he learned it from the nanny who brought him up when he was young, because the ingredients are troublesome and he rarely makes it, and even his ex-boyfriend Zhang Sheng has never drank it.

Sitting casually on the wet concrete floor and watching the workers clean up, Lin Yao held the thermos and smiled happily, "Actually, Brother Rong, you still care about me, right..."

"Cough... stop talking nonsense, drink the soup! Be careful not to choke you to death" Zheng Shaorong became angry from embarrassment, and reprimanded lightly with a heavy face.

"Hey..." Lin Yao beautifully took a sip of love soup from the lid of the pot, and smiled without saying a word

The author has something to say: Well... Chapter 18 is about to be locked, and I have received five internal letters in a row. . --

Also, dear ones, please poke my name vigorously, I just found out tragically that none of my works have been collected...

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22. Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937! ([-])...

Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937! ([-])

The studio is only roughly completed, and there are still many details that need to be perfected. Lin Yao seconded a team from Hong Kong and Paramount, and each draws on its strengths and complements its weaknesses. In order to achieve the effect that 1+1 is greater than two.

For these things, Lin Yao strives for excellence to the point of being harsh. The films that Chinese directors can win awards in the world, all images related to China are full of rural and backward atmosphere. Left the impression of poverty, how to change this situation?Art comes from reality and is higher than reality. In this regard, the Smectas of later generations have taken a good lead. They only show the best side in filming. Smecta is so wide..." When I went to the beautiful and rich Smecta in my impression, I realized that this is not the case.

When dealing with these matters, Lin Yao perfected the drafted script. After all, he was born in the TV industry and not a screenwriter. If Lin Yao wanted to think of a classic script that could fulfill his expectations, he couldn't do it.The script presented now combines the essence of many classic films such as Rabe's Diaries, Schindler's List and Lin Yao's own ideas. It can only be said to be a hodgepodge of half plagiarism.

Li Zongju, who was sent by the superior to supervise Lin Yao, asked him to take the script over to have a look. This time the script came out, and Lin Yao sent it over as promised, but encountered unexpected obstacles.

"No way! How can the leading actor be an officer of the national army? This needs to be changed. It should be positive, with soldiers from the H Army as the protagonist." After reading the script, Li Zongju slapped the table with a beard and a stare.In the inherent thinking of the movie now, what is the national army?That is the dog spy, synonymous with the soldiers and ruffians who search for the people's fat and people's anointing.

"Why can't it work, ah~ I think it's pretty good." What is Lin Yao's background?He was beaten up in the compound of the military region since he was a child. The old man is still the leader of the H Army. He also wanted his own people to be the protagonists. But from the perspective of historical facts, Nanjing, as the capital of the ruling party at that time, did not have the resistance and fall of the H Army. What's the matter? At that time, during the Long March, the H Army had just marched to northern Shaanxi to consolidate its territory in Yan'an, which was at least 1000 kilometers away from Nanjing.At the same time, the national army has become an organizational system, and the entire division, the entire regiment, and the entire battalion have been lost on the battlefield of frontal resistance to the Japanese army.

Lin Yao picked up the ceramic tea mug on the table and handed it to Li Zongju, "Don't get excited, drink some tea to calm down. Back then, Nanjing was their territory, and the people who died were also their people. We can't just completely deny it like this, and make it H's army guard." City, this is an international joke, do I still want to make this movie? Think about it from another angle, I plan to release it internationally, and TW is also one of the key promotion areas, so that people can see that we recognize their sacrifices and sacrifices. Merit, it can also have a certain positive impact on cross-strait relations..."

Li Zongju patted the tea mug on the ground. No matter what Lin Yao said, he disagreed. In desperation, Lin Yao had no choice but to compromise. Frontal troops were impossible. It was okay to add an underground D character that would not cause too much damage. It doesn't matter too much.

If this matter is done well, the actors should also be in place. Lin Yao sent out the scripts one by one. With the help of the high salary and Xiang Huaqiang's face, he invited all the famous contemporary actors. Isn't Liang Jiahui kept in cold storage? He is not afraid of breaking the pot and falling. Lin Qingxia has box office appeal, so invite them; Mei Yanfang's acting skills are good, so everyone is invited.That's it, "Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937" is finally about to start filming.

Lin Yao looked at the group photo of Zheng Shaorong busy making up his makeup. The fine-quality woolen khaki-colored American military uniform, with an armed belt on each side of the shoulders crossing his chest, the tightly buckled belts and the straight shape made Zheng Shaorong more graceful. , Heroic extraordinary.

Mei Yanfang, who plays the prostitute in the play, has already done her make-up, and she is wearing an old-style cheongsam, which is quite gorgeous.She had nothing to do, so she made a joke about Lin Yao who was watching blankly, "You brother Rong is a handsome boy, you have to be careful to catch him..." She has been friends with Zheng Shaorong for many years, and she knows his orientation, and at the same time Zheng Shaorong didn't deliberately hide Lin Yao's dating matter from her.

Hearing that Mei Yanfang praised her sweetheart, Lin Yao was very happy, and reciprocated the flattery, "Aunt Mei is also very beautiful. I only know why you named Yan Fang today. You are definitely the most beautiful." Entering the play early, imitating the old-fashioned dancers, waved the handkerchief that matched the costume, and gently slapped it on Lin Yao's face, "Hehehe, Yaozi will really make Aunt Mei happy..."

Lin Yao sneezed heavily from the fragrance on the handkerchief. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Shaorong, who was like a wooden stake being manipulated by a photographer. He was drawn to look this way by the noise. Will you be jealous too?

Everything was ready, and the opening ceremony was held grandly, attracting many local people to watch.

"Lighting! Photography! Recording! Recording!" Lin Yao waved his arms to direct the camera position. "The first scene in 1937, action!" With the crisp sound of the scene record, the first scene started shooting, and he deliberately arranged the difficult scenes first.

In this kind of film, the main color combination should be unavoidably gloomy, so Zheng Shaorong's first scene is running desperately in a dark alley full of blood and corpses, and it is the crew's first big night scene.For the entire shot, Lin Yao used black and white tones, combined with appropriate lighting, to use close-ups to highlight the panicked expression of the officer played by Zheng Shaorong... Wait, panic?

"Ka..." It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this!Lin Yao expressionlessly walked up to Zheng Shaorong who couldn't catch his breath after running for a long time, "What are you doing? Why are you frightened? You are running for your life, but you are not afraid of death! You are just afraid that you will not be able to call on your subordinates to organize resistance Do it again!" Off the set, they are dating, but when they were on the set, they were just directors and actors. This movie placed Zheng Shaorong's expectation to get rid of the chains. Pass.

Zheng Shaorong could also understand Lin Yao's thoughts and his own situation, he didn't say anything, and went back to the starting point to start again, but maybe it was the first scene that made it difficult for him to enter the state, and the next time everyone could only hear Lin Yao's constant shouts "Ka! Do it again"

"Card!"

"Ka... Kakaka!"

Almost half of the night passed before this one was passed. It is undeniable that the effect presented by repeated shooting several times is really good, very good.Lin Yao ordered the film crew to pack up their things, helped Zheng Shaorong who was already limp on the ground and unable to move, and went back to a room in the film studio that specializes in shooting indoor scenes of wealthy families to rest.

As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Shaorong, who had been supported by Lin Yao just now, erupted, raised his thick brows and pushed Lin Yao away, "Isn't it very majestic just now? Director Lin?" He has not yet made a movie directed by Lin Yao. It also never occurred to Lin Yao that when he was serious about his work, he would be disowned by his relatives. He could understand it when he was filming, but it didn't mean that he couldn't settle accounts with him as a lover in private.

"How can it be, you also know that I am not trying to make it difficult on purpose. It is inevitable that the first scene is not good. Is it because I trust you enough to let you take the role in the first scene so that others can get into the scene? Don't be angry..." Lin Yao came up to him with a smiling face, and climbed up his two paws to his shoulders and rubbed them non-stop, stretching his muscles and bones.

"How can I be angry?" Zheng Shaorong refused to admit it, and lay down on the brand-new ancient-style bed by himself. stop."

"Hey..." Lin Yao hurried to the bed and tried his best to massage his sore lower limbs. Zheng Shaorong was indeed tired. As soon as he got on the bed, he fell asleep without taking off his costume. Fortunately, It's May, and the weather is neither hot nor cold, so I don't have to worry about catching a cold.Lin Yao reckoned that the effect of the massage should be about the same, so he untied Zheng Shaorong's tight belt, and took off his coat to cover his body, while he lay on his side, resting his head with one hand and carefully scrutinizing the face close at hand. In fact, this is the first time sharing the same bed, right? Lin Yao thought about it and smiled contentedly by himself. He leaned over and kissed his lips that were slightly parted due to breathing, "Good night..."

The author has something to say: Ah, I went to review Braveheart again before solving the Cavin problem.

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23. Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937! ([-])...

Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937! ([-])

On the second day, because Zheng Shaorong had difficulty entering the film yesterday, Lin Yao wanted Mei Yanfang, who was relatively good at acting in the crew, to take the lead.This time, the resistance team organized by Zheng Shaorong hid in a refugee camp run by the Red Cross. The Japanese army surrounded the refugee camp and asked the refugee camp to donate [-] women as comforters in exchange for food and medicine. Zheng Shaorong was furious. However, Mei Yanfang, who came from a humble background, held her tightly, and she asked to be a victim.

The time period was deliberately chosen when the sunset was about to fill the sky, and the asylum seekers in the refugee camp were enclosed in the fence as a dividing line like sheep and livestock, their faces numb and desperate.

Outside the fence are piles of corpses and a burnt empty city. In the distant view, a group of Japanese soldiers laughed and brutalized the female corpse on the ground. Three or two military dogs next to them gnawed at the corpse on the ground and dragged the corpse of the prop to the ground. It was scattered, and the originally bright yellow coat color was stained dark red by the blood of the deceased.

The Red Cross wrapped up the wounds of the remnants of Zheng Shaorong who hid in the refugee camp. Zheng Shaorong was also wounded in the assassination operation against the Japanese commander. His blood stained his khaki military uniform, and he lay limp on the ground.

Mei Yanfang, who was assigned to take care of him, was a little stunned when she saw him, with some inexplicable emotions in her eyes. She shook her head, as if she wanted to shake off some load, knelt down and untied Zheng Shaorong's military uniform, and put a The white cloth circled around his wound that was pierced by bullets, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying, "Master Zhang, long time no see..."

With his eyes tightly closed, Zheng Shaorong tried his best to open his eyelids that were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. He looked up and saw Mei Yanfang, but at the same time he was a little stunned. His hands covered in dust and blood were trying to support his body. Unfortunately, his Too much physical strength was lost with the blood, and the remaining tiny amount of strength was not enough for him to complete this movement. His knuckles turned white and he was only allowed to leave the ground less than an inch before falling back to the ground. The muffled sound brought up a cloud of dust and smoke.

Lin Yao commanded the camera at the same position as Zheng Shaorong to adjust from out of focus to in focus, so as to imitate Zheng Shaorong's vision transition stage from blurry to clear when he just opened his eyes.

"Zhilan...Zhilan..." Zheng Shaorong, who was powerless and fell back to the ground, made a small sound as weak as his breathing, and slowly raised a hand to try to grab Mei Yanfang.

Mei Yanfang turned her face away when she heard this voice, the tears in her eyes couldn't hold back anymore, she responded to Zheng Shaorong with sobs, "How can there be Zhilan, Zhilan died long ago..."

Zheng Shaorong didn't seem to hear it, he still stared blankly at Mei Yanfang's face, repeating "Zhilan..."

Mei Yanfang dropped the gauze in her hand, sat down on the loess gravel next to Zheng Shaorong and cried loudly, "Zhilan is dead!! She is dead! Now the living one is a prostitute, a woman who rides thousands of people and straddles thousands of people." Laughing bitch, son!"

Zheng Shaorong still didn't seem to come back to his senses, repeating Mei Yanfang's last words "Bitch, bitch..."

"Yes! Bitch! A bitch who was abused by hundreds of Japanese soldiers, who slept with a man for a bun! She is not the Zhilan who went to school with you back then, do you know that!" Mei Yanfang raised her head. Wiping away the tear stains on his face with his sleeve, trying to stop crying, he picked up the gauze and continued to wrap Zheng Shaorong's wound, but the tears still poured out like one after another, dripping on his immobile face, mixing with dust and blood into a turbid The mud splashed on the ground and rolled into small mud balls.

"No...Zhilan...not a bitch, not..." Zheng Shaorong finally spoke a complete sentence, his voice hoarse, as if he couldn't believe it.Suddenly, he clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his forehead popped up, and shouted fiercely, "No!!"

Then he collapsed to the ground and panted rapidly, unable to even make a weak sound.

At this moment, a large group of Japanese soldiers with bayonets on their bayonets held high the sun flag and lined up in a loose line. They came to the gate of the refugee camp and asked the interpreter to step forward and shout, "Master, come out!" .

The interpreter nodded and bowed to get instructions from the Japanese military officer who led the team. As soon as he turned to face the refugees, his expression and posture changed, and he became arrogant. With a deliberate arrogance, he shouted loudly to the camp: The Imperial Japanese Army needs to comfort the brave Yamato fighters, exchange supplies for women, one hundred women for ten stones of food and a box of medicine!"

"Food...Food!!" The commotion of the refugees became louder. There were more and more refugees taking refuge in the camp, and the food was already beyond their means. Lin Yao let the camera take pictures in good time of the stove cooking porridge, the pot Where can it be called porridge?There are two or three grains of rice and unknown grasses and green plants floating in the clear water, not even thin soup.With so many people, it is impossible for all of them to use Hong Kong actors. Lin Yao deliberately contacted the Shanghai Opera, not far from Nanjing, and selected many young people as extras and some small roles. This group of Japanese soldiers and the masses are part of them.

Facing the food, the refugees forgot their responsibilities as fathers and husbands. They insulted or beat the women around them who refused to leave, and clamored loudly to exchange them for food.

Brigitte Lin, who played the role of the Red Cross, couldn't see her eyes, and called all the staff to try their best to dissuade those men who had forgotten about human relations. Seeing that she still couldn't control the situation, she could only stand on the high platform and shouted hoarsely below, "Stop it all!" You are surrounded by your wives and daughters! For food, have you even lost your humanity!"

Seeing that the commotion crowd gradually calmed down, Brigitte Lin took a deep breath of the air filled with the stench of corpses, and continued to shout in a decisive and heavy tone, "There is almost no food in the refugee camp, and now we really can only submit to the Japanese. !” Seeing the crying woman in the audience, she paused, “However, we still adhere to the principle of voluntariness. Is there anyone willing to stand up? Those who are willing to trade themselves for the survival of everyone in the refugee camp can stand on the stage. Come."

The women in the audience just cried loudly, and no one wanted to stand up.

Mei Yanfang had dragged Zheng Shaorong under a pile of shelters when the Japanese soldiers appeared. Seeing the whole incident, she bit her lower lip tightly, then lowered her head and carefully wiped Zheng Shaorong's face with the remaining gauze. Going to face the dust, she leaned into his ear and whispered in an almost illusory tone, "There is no banquet that lasts forever. I told you back then, this time..." Her voice that had just calmed down became trembling again , wriggling his lips a few times, Qianyan Wanyu finally uttered only two words "Treasure!"

She took out a small dusty mirror from the once gorgeous cheongsam embroidered with complicated patterns, carefully tidied up the scattered sideburns, wiped away the tears on her face, and finally took a deep look. Looking at Zheng Shaorong with his eyes, he turned his head resolutely and walked towards the open space pointed by Brigitte Lin.

"I voluntarily!" Mei Yanfang stood under the stage and shouted loudly. At this moment, her voice overwhelmed all kinds of crying, mourning and insulting sounds from the noisy crowd.

"I know her, she's a prostitute! A few days ago I saw her sleeping with a Japanese soldier for two buns!" A discordant and sharp female voice erupted from the crowd.

"Yes! I'm a prostitute, and I've been abused by men! But I, a prostitute, dare to stand up and save your husband and your relatives, do you dare!" At this moment, she was proud, even though she With tears in her eyes, it was the first time she was not ashamed of her identity and preached loudly.

"In exchange for medicine, save one more life, save the whole world..." While walking towards the Japanese soldiers who received the comfort women, this is the last time she stared deeply at the one she loved deeply when she was a childhood sweetheart, but now because of the estrangement of identity The man who couldn't speak, showed a fleeting smile, which lasted only for a moment, but it was extremely dazzling in the red glow of the sky [close-up] Mottled light and shadow fell on half of his face from above through the barbed wire and the shelter where Zheng Shaorong was hiding , showing a kind of forbearance, his weak fingers deeply inserted into the soil under his body, two lines of water marks rolled down his face that had just been wiped clean, his chest heaved rapidly, but he still couldn't move, he could only Watching helplessly, under the leadership of Mei Yanfang, the women went to the Japanese army one after another, in exchange for their shameful survival!

Facts have proved that this scene is effective. Perhaps the tragic history has aroused their anger. The actors seemed to have a lot of energy and were eager to explode. After that, the plot went much smoother, except for some extras. Jerky, requiring Lin Yao's tireless explanation of the reshoots, the main actors have all entered the state.

Needless to say, the effects of entering the state are all old dramas. Everyone rushed to play with each other, in exchange for a large amount of film consumption and rapid progress.

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24. Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937! ([-])...

Nanjing!Nanjing! 1937 (three)

The whole filming lasted for a long time. During this time, the male and female supporting actors of the crew finished filming their scenes one after another and went home one after another. Because Zheng Shaorong is the leading actor throughout the whole play, he was only one scene short of finishing.

At this time, Zheng Shaorong, because of the shooting of war movies, lost his original elegant demeanor, and instead brought a bit of a tough guy. Originally, the war should not have time to modify his appearance, so in the past six months, Zheng Shaorong has always maintained a layer of Thin beard stubble, Lin Yao has a bitter hatred for it, every time he tries to steal fragrance, he fights against these stubbles that are as hard as steel needles.

In order to prepare for Zheng Shaorong's last scene, Lin Yao and the crew were very busy, trying to have a good start and a good end.

Zheng Shaorong's old men died one after another during the struggle. Some people couldn't bear the fear of imminent death and defected to the enemy. Zheng Shaorong finally became a loner, only a child from a refugee camp accompanied him.

This last set of shots was shot in a dark air-raid shelter, which is still full of fixed props throughout the film-corpses, blood and water.

"Uncle, I'm back..." There was a sound of wading through the water, and there was a huge contrast between the environment and the child's innocent voice.

Zheng Shaorong sat by the wall with his feet curled up and his head bowed. His hair grew much longer than at the beginning of the plot, tangled into strands of hemp rope. Hearing the child's voice, he raised his head to reveal a face full of fine wounds and blue-black eye sockets. The next knife mark slashed diagonally from left to right, making his face hideous and terrifying, not as handsome as before. "How's it going outside?"

The child kicked a head off under his feet, and replied casually, "All dead, all dead... The Japanese are offering sacrifices."

"All dead?" Zheng Shaorong's voice didn't seem to fluctuate at all.

"Yes, Aunt Tang, Sister Lin and the others are all dead, naked, I set a fire to burn them all..."

"Burn it...burn it..." How can such a big child understand life and death, Zheng Shaorong's voice sank, and he continued to bury his head in his arms, facing the dark red underground.

Feeling that someone was slowly approaching him, he raised his head again and tried to hug and comfort this child who was supposed to go to school carefree in the school, but at this moment he was squatting with him in the pile of carrion corpses.

Unfortunately, what he touched was not the tender shoulder of the child, but the hard and sharp Japanese army knife.A young Japanese soldier in full armor stood in front of him with a long knife in his hand, instead of the action he wanted to do before.

Zheng Shaorong's eyes turned to the child, and the child quickly hid behind the Japanese soldier and could not come out. He could only face the Japanese who was half covered by a steel helmet.

"How did you find this?" Zheng Shaorong's tone was very calm, terribly calm, as if the anger he had fought with the enemy earlier had been washed away by the repeated deaths.

"Steamed bun...kid...take me..." This young Japanese soldier was not like his colleagues. When he saw the Celestial Man, he stabbed at him without saying a word, and patiently took out a candy from his pocket. Patting the head of the child who was eating steamed buns behind him, he handed it to him and answered Zheng Shaorong's question, "I have...Osaka...brother...so big...go back..."

"Are you from Osaka?"

"Osaka...Maeda..."

Zheng Shaorong was not surprised by the sudden benevolence of this Japanese soldier named Maeda. The soldiers recruited by Osaka were all merchants. They were different from the brainwashing education of the declining samurai family, and they seemed more "weak".

"Kill me, take the child out, take the child out of the city..." Zheng Shaorong looked at the child who didn't bother to eat the steamed buns, and held the candy that had been peeled off the paper with both hands as if holding some treasure, and licked it.

Maeda didn't do what he said, instead he walked up to Zheng Shaorong and squatted down side by side, looked at the air hole above his head with only a faint light, and rarely said a complete sentence in Chinese, "Isn't it good to live?"

"Sometimes being alive is more terrifying than being dead...Kill me, there are not many living people in Nanjing..." He talked about his own death as if he was talking about family affairs with others.

"Cut off my head and take it out, so you can go back to Osaka sooner and see your younger brother..." Seeing that Maeda didn't move, Zheng Shaorong grabbed the samurai blade in his hand with bare hands, and pressed the point of the knife against himself Throat "Come..." He pointed to the child who stopped eating candy and didn't understand, so he stared at the child "he is the way to show you..."

After saying this, Zheng Shaorong slammed into the tip of the knife with all his strength. The moment the main artery was cut by the sharp blade, a large amount of blood gushed out vigorously, covering Maeda and the child standing in front of him.

He fell down, he was lying on the ground twitching weakly, his eyes were out of focus looking at the air hole above his head, the air hole was constantly rotating, rotating... In a trance, he felt the sound of snare drum beating in his ears With some incomprehensible Japanese melodies, Zheng Shaorong pulled up his last bit of strength and shouted loudly, "We are all dead! China will not perish!!"

This sound, passing through Maeda and the child who were stunned aside, passed through the air hole in the top of the head, and came to the vast outside world.On a large open space above the blowhole, the Japanese army