Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

The process of meeting the subject of the documentary was not as serious as Han Xun imagined.

After all, both Grandpa Gu and Grandma Meng are the elders of Gailu, and there is a deep affection between them as soon as they meet.

He also asked Gelu's uncle and aunt why they didn't come.

However, the kind old couple became surprised when they saw Han Xun.

They had heard Zheng Xuesong praise Han Xun with their own ears, but they never expected that this young man who could run with heavy loads, turn over obstacles, and carry a machine gun was so thin and thin.

Grandma Meng looked at him in confusion, "Xiao Han, have you really been a soldier?"

Han Xun smiled bitterly and said, "No, I just trained with the crew in the barracks for a few days at that time, and I have never been in the army."

"No wonder, no wonder." Grandma Meng nodded, "Why is this Zheng Xuesong talking nonsense, saying that you are tall and tall, with thick arms and round arms, so that the old man and I couldn't believe it when we found your photo on the Internet."

Everyone in the room laughed out loud.

Director Zheng's strange description, Han Xun's handsome and gentle physique and appearance can't be compared with those two adjectives.

Han Xun also thought that Grandpa Gu and Grandma Meng called Gai Lu to look for him in order to see for themselves whether they were different from the person in the photo.

Unexpectedly, Grandma Meng looked at him for a while, and beckoned to Han Xun to come with her.

"It's Xiao Han here, that's all." She led Han Xun to the study room. There were countless drawers in the huge bookcase. She stood and pulled out a shelf, and took out a thick photo album.

She took out her glasses and put them on, flipping them over and saying, "When we were young, we also met the Qiu family boy a few times. Later, when I was busy with work, Qiu Fulong took Binbin and moved away from this place, and we lost contact. I The old man and I haven't been to any movie theater or video hall for more than ten years, and when "Code Name Owl Eagle" was released, we went to see it."

According to Han Xun, Grandma Meng and Director Qiu of Changkong Film and Television have been old friends for many years.

Granny Meng found the photo after a while, and she said, "Look, this is Binbin, this is the kid from the Qiu family. This photo is almost 30 years old."

The old photos from 30 years ago are carefully collected in the photo folder, and they also have old colors.

Han Xun saw many blurry little headshots, a big family group photo, Qiu Yebin and the baby in his arms only occupied a corner.

Perhaps the old man will always miss the past, looking at this photo, he said: "This is a group photo taken by people in our yard. This is me, old man Gu, the daughter-in-law of the Gai family..."

She pointed at the countless strange heads on the photo, and stroked her finger on the middle-aged man who thought she had a bright smile.

"This is Zhang Gong."

Grandma Meng was silent for a while, picked up the old photo, and went outside.

She said: "Mr. Zhang is a talented student who came back from studying in the UK. He taught us many things."

When they met Han Xun, the old couple kept their promises, and they didn't shirk at all when facing the documentary camera.

Gai Lu arranged the radio and erection, and the old couple looked at the photos together, occasionally glanced at Han Xun, and asked a few words.

Han Xun could tell that they were very interested in "Code Name Owl Eagle", but he didn't expect that these two elderly people in their 60s would have watched "I Don't Want to Go to Work" and "Delicious Heart".

Grandpa Gu said with a smile: "Wen Heshan was bragging to us. When he was young, he came to our factory and said he wanted to make a movie, but he was kicked out after half a month. The political commissar said he hindered the progress of the project, no He was allowed to enter the factory. As a result, he drew sketches outside the factory gate, set up an easel, moved a broken chair, and painted for a whole day. Sometimes he carried a camera and asked us if we would like to be actors and engineers. .”

Han Xun imagined the rebellious appearance of Chinese when he was old and young, and asked curiously: "Did you go to act later?"

"How could it be possible?" Grandpa Gu smiled so that the lines on his face deepened, "We have been doing experiments day and night, and we can't wait for 36 hours a day to find something that can be used everywhere in order to test a data, who cares about him."

Grandma Meng said ruthlessly, "I don't know who took Mr. Zhang to the door and lied to that boy Wen Heshan that he would take a picture of you and become an actor for him after finishing the project."

"No, no." Grandpa Gu waved his hands, denying it, "We are busy."

However, Grandma Meng pushed the photo album and pointed to a black and white photo to show Han Xun, "This is the one, Wen Heshan took it for them, washed it out and sent it to the guard room."

With the evidence in front of him, Han Xun must have believed in Grandma Meng.

The photos of the engineers when they were young are black and white with the yellow marks of the times, and two young people in old-fashioned military uniforms and five-pointed star hats can still be seen.

Perhaps because he had seen Zhang Gong 30 years ago, Han Xun could easily identify the deceased researcher from the photo.

He was taller than the people around him, his white skin had clear shades of gray, and he had a bright smile, similar to his middle-aged appearance.

"This is Mr. Zhang, is this Grandpa Gu?" Han Xun pointed, not afraid to admit the wrong person.

"Xiao Han has good eyes." Grandma Meng sighed for a while, "Our Zhang Gong, even standing in the crowd, can tell at a glance that he is good-looking and has a good temper, alas."

She sighed, and Grandpa Gu stretched out his hand and patted her on the back, "Be happy, Xiaolu is making a movie for us today, and Xiao Han is here to listen to our storytelling."

Grandma Meng flipped through the photos and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm happy."

Gelu prepared the shooting angle and did not make any special requirements. This is a post-editing shooting. No matter what grandparents want to say, he will not spoil the fun.

At the beginning, Gelu was instructive, asking them to recall the story of making fighter jets.

Han Xun has seen a lot of materials from that era, but the descriptions written in one or two sentences on paper are far inferior to those who have witnessed them.

In the 1960s, when China and the Soviet Union broke up, the backward China completely bid farewell to the convenience of large-scale introduction of weapons production technology, and began to rely on these researchers who had learned manufacturing technology to manufacture domestically-made armaments from scratch.

Lack of resources and inexperience are the most emotional things among their topics. When Grandpa Gu talked about staying up late for meetings and looking through materials together, he always mentioned Chief Engineer Zhang Guoqing.

Ge Lu called him Mr. Zhang, while Grandpa Gu and Grandma Meng called him Mr. Zhang.

As long as the two old people talk about Zhang Gong, they seem to be able to chat for a whole day.

Returning from studying abroad, he was ordered in danger.

Zhang Gong is a humble and knowledgeable savior in the hearts of the two old people who have experienced many years of ups and downs. He is older than the researchers in the project, and it seems that as long as he is there, any difficulty can be overcome.

Gelu didn't rush or interrupt, they invited the two old people in front of the camera and slowly told the story of the past.

And I sat opposite Han Xun, listening slowly.

It is not boring for the elderly to talk about the past. That distant and barren era created their character of enjoying themselves while suffering.

As she was talking, Grandma Meng suddenly turned up old accounts: "If it wasn't for the tight schedule back then, I wouldn't have gotten married so early."

Grandpa Gu was very unconvinced when he heard this, and said: "I haven't gotten married so early. I don't know who fell in love with me back then. She insisted on twisting me to apply. If I didn't go, she would be cold-eyed."

"Don't give yourself face." Grandma Meng glanced at him, "The political commissar has already talked to you, saying that the influence is not good, and told you not to give me lectures at night, and I will not apply for marriage with the organization again, let you finish the lecture , How can I complete the tasks assigned by Zhang Gong? I am not interested in you, I am clearly interested in the knowledge in your mind. "

Both Han Xun and Gai Lu were laughing and had to suppress their voices.

At that time, Firewire joined the party and Fireline got married, and there was no romance at all. In order to study and study together at night, Grandpa Gu and Grandma Meng became the first couple in the scientific research team.

However, after getting married, they set up their home directly in the factory, sometimes got up in the middle of the night to do experiments, and met several night owls.

The researcher raised his head and met without teasing or joking, and howled when he opened his mouth: You two don't sleep, so you came to grab some equipment from us!

The two old people recalled the hard days at that time with smiles on their faces.

For national-level research, the equipment is the most crude, and there is only one. Whoever gets it first will do the experiment first. The part everyone is responsible for is very important. Many people choose to get up in the early morning to test quickly, and often have to wait for the equipment to cool down and reset. parameter.

They were chatting, and suddenly asked, "Is Xiao Han married?"

Han Xun, who was still giggling just now, was immediately called by the elders.

He twirled the ring on his finger with some embarrassment, and smiled softly: "Married."

Grandpa Gu nodded, "It's good to be married, and when you get married, you must treat your wife well, just like me."

The bragging of the elderly will only make Han Xun feel kind.

They support each other, and the relationship based on common hobbies is far beyond pure love, and it is completely inseparable from work and career.

"Yeah." Han Xun agreed with a smile, thinking of the one in his family, "I must be good to him."

For a whole day, Han Xun listened to the old people talking about the stories of the past.

Most of the old photos in the album are black and white, and there are some monotonous color photos, which can vaguely capture army green and bright red.

In this album, most of the photos have Zhang Gong.

The legendary engineer who always solves problems for the project team has a bright smile no matter which photo he takes.

30岁、40岁、50岁、60岁、70岁……

Even though he has gray hair, in the brightly colored digital photos, he still smiles like a young man.

Han Xun could easily piece together a clear image of this stranger from the descriptions of Grandpa Gu and Grandma Meng.

He has the strength of a high-level intellectual and the backbone of the traditional Chinese people. On the road of exploration without any shortcuts, he has assumed complex and heavy responsibilities, and has devoted himself to brand-new military manufacturing projects year after year. Even though his back is slightly bent, his eyes are as determined as when he was young.

No wonder...

Hearing the reverence the two old people showed him, Han Xun felt infinitely moved.

No wonder these old people followed his example and would rather spend their lives in obscurity than persist in fighting in this field. With such a person by their side, how could they not be touched.

After finishing the day's filming, before leaving, Grandma Meng asked with a smile, "Xiao Han, do you have any script plans for the future?"

Their liking for Han Xun's story seems to be even stronger after meeting him.

Han Xun's next script will be the thrilling and suspenseful Mr. Xu's Great Adventure. Such a theme is too exciting and bloody, and it seems that it is not suitable for the elderly to watch.

So, he smiled and said, "I don't have any new plans yet."

Hearing this sentence, Grandma Meng hesitated for a while and said, "Then do you plan to write stories related to military industry..."

After finishing speaking, she quickly added as if feeling inappropriate, "Oh, no. Xiao Han, if you have anything we can help with, such as scientific research, military industry, military parade, etc., you can tell Xiaolu, this On the one hand, you have to collect materials, we are quite familiar with everyone."

Han Xun recalled Captain Shao's words almost instantly. In the eyes of the soldiers, he seemed to be a screenwriter who could bring the disappeared people back to life on the screen.

Such rumors made him ask in surprise, "Do you hope to see Zhang Gong in the movie?"

"Alas..." Grandma Meng sighed, "Everyone is gone, so there is nothing to see. Xiao Han, Zheng Xuesong praised your script as true. Because it is true, we can't stop thinking about it. Don't be a fool." The thing is, Mr. Zhang doesn’t like to accept interviews, and he doesn’t go on TV. I’m afraid he doesn’t want everyone to remember him, but what he has done.”

After leaving the home of the two old people, Han Xun felt a little disappointed.

He asked himself that he knew very little about that era, and he never liked to read historical materials of that era.

The history of poverty, suffering, and poverty is like a desolate land where a group of unyielding people made small progress with brute force.

Compared with the leap in recent years, the development in those years can be called slow.

In an era of scarcity of resources, the feat of sending satellites into the sky and creating world-class armaments out of thin air sounds like a dream.

But looking back at those dreams, they didn't come to nothing, they all came true.

"Mr. Han, don't mind what grandma said." Gai Lu thought that Han Xun was thinking about the script, "She used to ask me to be the director of filming, just for fun."

Han Xun smiled and leaned on the back of the chair, "Today I fully understand what charisma is."

Three years after his death, he still lives in the hearts of his old friends. Mr. Zhang is indeed a deeply loved figure.

"Chief engineer Zhang is really outstanding." Gai Lu said, "I used to call him Grandpa Zhang, but after hearing his story, I also called him chief engineer. Chief engineer, chief engineer, this title is only for the best engineers. , so that people can be convinced."

When talking about Mr. Zhang, Gai Lu also had a lot to say.

He took out the documentary biography, turned to Zhang Guoqing's page, and told everything he knew too well.

Mr. Zhang's colleagues and classmates, as long as they are old people at family gatherings, Gelu can hear their evaluation of Mr. Zhang.

The more Gelu talked, the more sad Han Xun became.

He is a person who is sensitive to death. The story of dedicating his life to a cause in a peaceful age sounds extra sentimental.

The engineers in the military industry are closely connected with the soldiers.

Those military personnel who lost their lives for aircraft carriers, fighter jets, missiles, and satellites failed to see the completion of the projects in hand, which made Han Xun extremely emotional.

For such sacrifices, there are endless documentaries and scripts.

But even if they are gone, they will still leave a deep impression on the hearts of the living.

Han Xun said: "In your documentary, there should be the position of Chief Engineer Zhang."

Gai Lu was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "There is a plan...but...I'm afraid that the Mr. Zhang I restored is not the real Mr. Zhang."

For the falsification of the famous documentary, he would criticize it in front of Rex, so that when he personally led the record, he became trembling.

He said: "Perhaps Zhang's story is more suitable to be made into a movie, rather than me patching it up and asking someone to play a fake chief engineer."

Han Xun understood his mood, and said with a smile: "A deduction based on facts and a purely fictional fabrication are completely two concepts. Rather than writing a story to show Mr. Zhang's past, I expect you to let him live in real life." in this documentary."

Fictional characters, no matter how real they are, are also fake.

Mr. Zhang is such a memorable engineer, Han Xun can't wait to see the real him in countless old photos and memories of the elderly.

With Han Xun's approval, Ge Lu hugged the outline of the documentary in his arms with a somewhat excited expression, and said excitedly, "Mr. Han, you and I will edit the documentary together!"

"No, this documentary is yours. I'm just an audience participating in the shooting process." Han Xun said, "I'm still not suitable for making documentaries. Listening to their stories, I don't have editing and post-production in my mind, only the script."

"What script?" Gelu was full of curiosity.

Han Xun smiled, "Let's write the script of the scientific researchers of that era. They were poor and full of ambition. They had nothing but love."

When Han Xun returned to the Linhai villa after a long journey, Xu Simiao had already removed the plaster and lived a busy life as a chairman for several days.

When he saw Han Xun, he immediately smiled and said, "Go, I'll show you my aircraft carrier."

The naive Mr. Xu Simiao completely neglected the hot air balloon on the top of the mountain and played with models instead.

On the coastline at the foot of the mountain in Linhai Villa, the flat beach is open to the outside world, but on the area backed by the ridge, Xu Simiao circled an area to show Han Xun what a Xueba toy is.

A two-meter-long aircraft carrier model floats on the calm sea surface. Every part of it is as delicate as a real sea overlord. Even the entire hull looks calm and stable on the sea surface, as if a plane will take off from the deck at any time.

While controlling, Xu Simiao said in a serious manner: "Today is the first voyage of the aircraft carrier Han Xun. I, Daniel Ross, am very honored to be the captain."

"You bought it?" Han Xun asked.

"I did it." Xu Simiao said proudly, "However, I made it when I was a child. I just asked someone to find it from the warehouse of the manor and bring it here."

The toys of ten years ago do not feel outdated now.

Han Xun deeply suspected that the materials on the aircraft carrier model might be the real ones that Xu Simiao, a wealthy young master, ran to get for a mini aircraft carrier.

Xu Simiao said: "I have made a little modification at home these few days. Although the circuit of this aircraft carrier is aging, after the modification, there is no problem at all. And you see——"

He pressed the button of the remote control in his hand, and the aircraft carrier's close-in cannon slowly raised its head, and with a bang, it spilled a lot of sequined colored paper.

Han Xun felt that it might be a good idea to use this thing to set off salutes at other people's weddings.

He said approvingly: "I didn't expect Mr. Xu to have such a specialty."

Xu Simiao said proudly: "What is this? I didn't practice coaxing children. When I was a child, Rex was beaten by me, and he was so angry that he burst into tears. My mother ordered me to coax him well. So I assembled a toy airplane, Turn around him, and the crybaby will stop crying."

He looked at Han Xun meaningfully, and said, "I used to coax Rex, but now I coax you. How about it, are you tired of going out to make documentaries?"

"I'm not tired." Han Xun shook his head, looking at the miniature aircraft carrier sailing back and forth on the sea, "I didn't do anything, just listen to the old people chatting."

Xu Simiao has always been full of nostalgia for the old man. He can clearly recall the way his grandfather talked about the hard life in the past, and his tone is full of sighs for the fanatical and persistent beliefs of people in that era.

He said with a faint smile: "I heard that the old people of that era were all proletarian revolutionaries. Did they tell you, young people, you should be willing to give, be down-to-earth, and not ask for anything in return?"

Han Xun put his arms around Xu Simiao's waist.

He evoked a provocative smile and said, "That's not true, but the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries taught me—"

"Be nice to your wife."

Xu Simiao lowered his eyes, looking at the hand on his waist declaring sovereignty.

It was rare for him not to care about it. He held the remote control in his hand, turned his head to kiss the corner of Han Xun's proud mouth, and corrected him in a low voice: "I am the one who treats you better."