Chapter 338

In the luxurious office.

"How can one person's fate be so miserable?!"

If anyone else saw this old man, they would recognize him as the famous director Zhang Yimou.

At this very moment, Zhang Yimou was half-lying in his chair, still deeply immersed in the lingering effect of "To Live," unable to pull himself out.

The fragments of the novel he had just read kept appearing in his mind one after another.

Seeing Fugui sobbing in the night while carrying the corpse of his son Youqing, Zhang Yimou felt equally heavy-hearted.

When he saw Kugen choking to death after finally getting to eat beans for once, even Zhang Yimou's eyes became moist.

He had never seen a novel like this!

It vividly depicted the submissive nature of the Chinese people in that era.

Especially the two words of the title, "To Live."