Chapter 303: Milestone of Mainstream Films

The lens cut, and the film's brushwork turned to the disaster relief team led by Hu Jun.

The team of trucks moved forward with difficulty, and the soldiers arrived at the outskirts of Tangshan City after suffering all the way with fear and urgency.

The shape of the hometown had been completely overturned, and the smoke and dust lingered for a long time.

It was as if a heavy gray veil was covered on the face, making everyone feel strange and suffocated.

Walking further in, the broken walls and ruins were like ferocious monsters, reaching out the tentacles of purgatory toward them.

The once flat road surface became riddled with holes, cracks spread to the surroundings like spider webs, some places bulged high, some places collapsed deeply, almost none were intact.

Sun Chao, a soldier from Tangshan who drove for Hu Jun, cried: "Battalion commander! Where is this! I can't find my home!"

Hu Jun shook his head with red eyes. He had lived here for decades and was familiar with everything here.

But now everything in front of him made him feel incomparably strange.

Sun Chao jumped out of the cockpit like crazy, stumbling, and before he could be dead-hearted, a voice came from the side.

"Comrade Liberation Army! Can you save my daughter? She is in the ruins over there!"

An old father with a pale face almost knelt in front of Sun Chao, his eyes full of blood, and his hands were already bloody.

The fleeting close-up flashed across the screen, continuing to destroy the audience's tear glands.

"Old fellow! We still have to continue to rush to the epicenter, please wait for other teams behind!"

Sun Chao forcibly pressed the sorrow in his heart, turned back to prepare to get on the car, turned around and saw that the battalion commander had been pulled by his sister-in-law.

Zhou Xun was obviously deeply stimulated by the scene in front of her.

She pulled Hu Jun's arm tightly and wouldn't let go, abrupt finger joints, bursting blue veins, blood-red eye sockets.

Zhou Xun almost cried out word by word: "We have been married for so long, I never thought about taking any of your light, I never asked you for anything."

"I just want you to send someone to save my father."

"Just this once, okay?"

Hu Jun was a character with extreme male chauvinism. He frowned and was about to say something, when suddenly the communicator ran over.

"Report!"

"Superior order, let us rush to the Douhe Reservoir immediately, there is a risk of dam break!"

"Pay attention to safety." Hu Jun didn't hesitate at all, left a sentence, turned and got on the military vehicle, and rushed to the Douhe Reservoir in the northwest of Tangshan.

The Douhe Reservoir is triangular in shape, with the Yanshan Mountains in the north and southeast, and an artificial dam in the southwest.

The dam is about 2390 meters long, with a town water iron ox and a flood discharge port on one side of the dam, and the Tangshan Power Plant looking from the other end.

Now the dam has cracks, and once the reservoir breaks, the consequences are unimaginable.

Because the communication facilities and power control facilities were destroyed in the earthquake, only the hand-cranked winch in the winch room was left.

The only means to start the two gates weighing 40 tons was to manually shake the winch.

This arduous task was handed over to the soldiers of the battalion under Hu Jun and the 8th Company of the High Artillery Regiment directly under the Beijing Military Region.

Zhou Xun watched him go far away in despair, leaving only a light and heavy comfort to herself.

Her heart was so hateful! The nails that had been cut extremely short were deep in the palm.

Xiao Anhui finished dealing with the roadblocks and greeted everyone to get on the car.

Zhou Xun had to face reality and follow the army to continue to rush to the epicenter. Father Li Xuejian was still there.

And Song Jia's family and children.

As if she had lost her soul, Zhou Xun bumped along with the military vehicle, and there were bursts of sobbing in the carriage.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Anhui stopped suddenly.

Zhou Xun looked at the old man with cracked lips on the side of the road with dull eyes, still carrying a corpse on his body.

The reason she knew it was a corpse was because one of his legs seemed to be gone, but he was lying on his shoulder motionless.

Xiao Anhui ran over: "Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man's face was blurred, black ash, snot, and tears mixed into a piece: "Go home, go home..."

"Is this your son?"

"Mm."

"He..."

"Dead."

Xiao Anhui endured the sorrow: "Grandpa, get on the car, we are going to the city."

The old man's eyes regained some luster: "Good, let's go."

His words were terrifyingly calm, and also terrifyingly tear-jerking. This is the most real appearance of the crowd after the disaster.

No crying and howling, no hysteria, only walking like a walking corpse to the anchor point in his heart.

This road went and stopped, and the carriage became fuller and fuller.

There were those who brought the dead relatives home, good-hearted people who came to save disaster voluntarily, and survivors from nearby counties.

Regardless of life and death, everyone now has only one idea.

Go home.

Han Shanping under the stage was also a director of the Emei Factory in his early years. After immersing in the film for many years, he naturally saw the three-line narrative of this work.

In the three lines of Seeing Lu Kuan's *Yu Zhen*, the theme of the Song Jia line is disaster, and the theme of the Zhou Xun line is going home.

What is the theme of the Hu Jun line?

How will the three lines intersect?

The lens cut, and the answer will be given to him.

Hu Jun led the team to rush to the Douhe Reservoir, and was about to arrive near the Douhe Dam.

The truck drove onto the bridge, and suddenly there was a violent shaking without warning.

The subjective perspective of the driver brought by handheld photography made the audience feel a shock in the 4k big screen and the giant screen at the stadium scene.

Only the audience familiar with that disaster at the scene knew that this was the aftershock that reached as high as 7 magnitude!

The picture entered a parallel montage, simultaneously explaining the Tangshan epicenter and the Hu Jun battalion rushing to march before the Douhe Dam.

The extremely realistic special effects picture showed the city undulating and shaking like a carpet under the aftershock, and the Tangshan people at the epicenter fell into painful struggle again.

On the other side, the lens close-up was given to Hu Jun in the passenger seat. He was ferocious for the first time since he appeared in the movie, almost losing his mind!

"Step on the accelerator! Hard! Hard!"

The bridge was crumbling in the aftershock, Sun Chao almost stepped on the bottom of the accelerator, and the military vehicle was like a crazy cow that lost its mind, escaping dangerously before the bridge collapsed and the military vehicle fell into the river.

There were viewers who knew the goods at the scene, and saw that this was the so-called spiritual core of the mainstream film, combined with the performance techniques of Hollywood blockbusters.

Douhe rescue is a true story in history, but under the shocking special effects and soul-stirring lens language that the audience admired, even foreigners who didn't know this history could fully see it as an excellent disaster blockbuster.

Hu Jun, who got off the car, breathed a sigh of relief. The cold sweat on his forehead and the throat rolling up and down showed the trace of cowardice of this military man facing the natural disaster.

This part was questioned during the review, thinking that it was suspected of uglifying the image of soldiers, but it finally passed the review with difficulty.

The reason given by the crew was that the film should realistically depict human nature, and even heroic soldiers who sacrificed their lives should be allowed to possess the fear of human nature that is difficult to resist when facing natural disasters.

Without the slightest delay, Hu Jun took the dozen soldiers who jumped off the military vehicle and rushed to the winch room.

The lens pulled to an overlooking angle, the Douhe Bridge had been completely destroyed, and the remaining support troops could only turn around and take a detour.

And the dozen soldiers led by Hu Jun had no way back.

Under this meaningful lens language, Boss Lu's old fans seemed to have tasted something.

The winch room is directly above the flood discharge channel, and the bottom is a giant gate.

But now the huge problem facing the soldiers is that the outer wall of the winch room has cracked layer by layer, and it seems that there is a risk of collapse at any time.

If you don't go in to shake the winch, the Douhe dam will break and flood the entire reservoir area, and the Tangshan Power Plant will also be paralyzed, which is extremely unfavorable for subsequent disaster relief and production recovery.

But if you go in to shake the winch, according to the current posture, the winch room has the risk of collapse at any time.

Although it is just a bungalow, it doesn't seem to be too fatal to smash it down, but the bottom of the winch room is a dam of more than 40 meters, and everyone is facing the danger of falling into this endless abyss.

The lens paused for a few seconds, which was the time given to the audience to think about the situation, but Hu Jun in the lens did not hesitate at all, and decisively turned around and ordered:

"Four people in a group, change people when they are exhausted."

He didn't talk about what to do if it collapsed, and the soldiers seemed to have forgotten to consider this, just looking at the first group of comrades who entered the winch room with red eyes.

Hu Jun took the lead.

Old Tangshan people and viewers familiar with this earthquake history know that the final rescue of the Douhe Reservoir is a beautiful ending.

But the plot went here, the audience was still worried, holding their breath and watching the crumbling dangerous house, only feeling their heartbeat violently and breathing rapidly.

"One two one!"

"One two one!"

The hot weather made everyone sweat instantly. Hu Jun and the other three soldiers tried their best, and could only shake 20 turns in one breath.

And the gate of the winch rises by 1 cm for every 60 turns. According to this gate lifting speed, it will take at least 6 hours to fully open the gate.

Four people in a group rotated for three groups, and everyone was almost in a state of exhaustion.

Hu Jun, who entered the winch room again for rotation, led everyone to shout slogans.

"Great battle at Pingxingguan, *hey ya*! The enemy is scared, *hey ya*!"

"Cross the Yalu River, *hey ya*! Blood spills on the neighbor, *hey ya*!"

"Blood dyes the battle flag red, *hey ya*! The prestige is famous in the world, *hey ya*!"

These are the brilliant achievements in history of the 38th Army, known as the Long Live Army, especially the Dechuan Battle, San Suoli, and Longyuanli insertion sniping during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.

The soldiers were brave and not afraid of death, and extremely excellently completed the arduous strategic deployment.

One slogan and shout after another echoed in the stadium.

The blood and high spirits echoing in the cold wind moved countless audiences to tears.

Seeing Lu Kuan's editing seemed to have pinched the audience's pulse to the peak. Before their excited emotions could calm down, it was another face-to-face thrilling plot!

The roof of the winch room collapsed!

Before Hu Jun's next slogan was shouted, his right shoulder and the back of his neck were smashed bloody.

The soldiers looked back with eyes splitting.

"Battalion commander!"

"Battalion commander!"

Hu Jun's expression was extremely painful for a moment, and his movements on his hands didn't stop: "Continue! Can't die!"

"Blood dyes... battle flag red! *Hey ya*!"

The three soldiers inside and outside the winch room suppressed their violently fluctuating emotions, tears mixed with blood, and continued to follow Hu Jun's slogans.

"Prestige is famous in the world! *Hey ya*!"

The screen shook violently again, and the leaders, guests, Ruan Jingtian, Zhou Xun, and others in the front row who maximized the audiovisual effect couldn't help but sit up straight, with no blood on their faces!

Even an iron man couldn't carry the repeated heavy blows. Hu Jun's right calf was smashed by rubble, and he knelt on the ground fiercely.

The black-faced battalion commander and another soldier screamed, and then both fell into a pool of blood.

Sun Chao and the others were busy dragging them out, tearing off cloth strips to bandage the wounds.

The other four looked at the beloved black-faced battalion commander lingeringly, and then rushed into the winch room one after another, even though the crumbling wall was already unbearable to look at...

Ruan Jingtian under the stage couldn't hold on anymore, *wa* cried out, tears and snot flowing.

No one looked at her, no one paid attention to her, because the whole stadium had been drowned in a sea of tears.

At this moment, on the silver screens across the land of Shenzhou, no one could escape the collapse of the tear glands.

The lens pulled away, at the epicenter of Tangshan, downstream of the Douhe Dam, in front of the winch room that had been torn apart, and in front of countless ruins and broken walls.

The figures of 65-style grass-green military uniforms were busy everywhere at the disaster relief site.

In front of the winch room, Hu Jun was still lying on the yellow land, life or death unknown.

At this moment, all the audiences who participated in the *Yu Zhen* crew's press conference in front of the Anti-Earthquake Monument couldn't help but think of that paragraph of monument inscription in their minds.

More than 100,000 Liberation Army soldiers rushed in the starry night, arrived in the city first, abandoned death and forgot life, eliminated danger and saved people, cleared ruins and built houses, the merit is world-famous!

In the three narrative lines, the protagonists are all life or death unknown.

The lens switched to Zhou Xun, which will be the core narrative perspective with her, the three lines intersect, and enter the final thirty minutes of the film's grand finale and grand climax.

At the same time that Hu Jun led the team to rush to the Douhe Dam, Zhou Xun arrived in the city at the epicenter with the military vehicle.

She ran to the health center where her father was like crazy, and was tripped by a broken stone.

The fair arm that Song Jia envied so much in the movie was instantly bloody.

She couldn't care about the pain, and completely lost the cloud-light and wind-light posture of the past, hiding from the broken walls and the wounded coming and going, and walked forward according to the route in her memory.

On the main road of the city, green Liberation brand trucks lined up in a team, occasionally command vehicles passed by with sirens, commanding the march.

The big loudspeaker in the city center broadcasted various manuscripts.

"Dad!"

Zhou Xun was shocked in her heart. This was her father's voice!

She asked and inquired everywhere, stumbled and ran outside the broadcast room, and was blocked by two soldiers.

"What are you doing! Stand still!"

Li Xuejian rushed out with red eyes and a limp: "Xiao Xun!"

"Comrade, this is my daughter, please let me go out."

Zhou Xun hugged her father and cried bitterly. The emotions that had been suppressed for nearly twenty-four hours erupted in an instant, which made people feel sad.

"Dad, did you escape?"

Li Xuejian wondered: "Where is Hu Jun? Don't you know?"

"What?"

"When the earthquake happened, I was on duty at the health center. We were waiting for rescue in the courtyard, and Director Sun of the street found me."

"It should be that Hu Jun called him, knowing that my legs and feet were not good, and asked him to take care of me."

Careful viewers recalled that after Hu Jun received the order from his superiors in the battalion, he made several phone calls quickly.

Although the lens didn't explain the specific content, it was considered to be solved at this moment.

Zhou Xun squatted down, gently stroking her father's right leg that had been left with a disability after being beaten in the ten years of picking up, and cried uncontrollably!

He had already arranged it...

That black-faced man who was not good at words, that cold-blooded battalion commander with extreme male chauvinism, that newlywed husband she once thought looked down on her background.

Zhou Xun in the screen completely threw away the elegant and gentle style of the famous lady in the past, her face was blurred and tangled, sitting on the ground like a child, hugging her father's right leg and crying.

At this moment, she didn't know that more than ten kilometers away, on the yellow land scorched by the sun in front of the winch room.

The cold-blooded husband in her eyes also lost his right leg and was accepting the judgment of fate, life or death unknown.

The tearful audience vaguely felt that this right leg of Li Xuejian, who was held in Zhou Xun's arms, was Hu Jun in front of the winch room.

It was just that Li Xuejian's disabled right leg was held in Zhou Xun's arms, and Hu Jun's figure walked into the heart of this newlywed wife for the first time.

The righteousness of the family and country and the private feelings of children were intertwined in an extremely torn and tear-jerking way.

Under the curtain of history and disaster, it is hard to say what kind of mood the viewers are in at this moment to analyze this highly impactful plot.

They only felt that after the first 90 minutes of blood and tears and spiritual stinging, a warm current and heat began to flow in their hearts.

This is also the tone set by the young director at the beginning of filming, not to deliberately sentimentalize the tragedy, but to give hope to life and fate.

Love is hope.

Zhou Xun cried loudly for a while, and stood up fiercely!

"Xiao Jia! Child!"

"Dad, I'm going to save Xiao Jia and the child, take care of yourself!"

Li Xuejian's voice was hoarse, but he couldn't stop Zhou Xun who was running out of the door, and just sighed for a long time.

A soldier in green military uniform and Zhou Xun running down the stairs passed by, handing over a note.

"Doctor Li, these are the names of the three 38th Army soldiers from Tangshan who just sacrificed. Please broadcast it and notify the family members to come and claim..."

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"Let go!"

Zhou Xun was attracted by two anxious shouts. Dozens of meters away, several soldiers were carrying a pregnant woman running on the main road, sending her to the temporary medical station in a hurry. She was blocked by the noisy crowd and was anxious, groping to squeeze in the direction of her sister-in-law's house.

At this moment, the petty-bourgeois young woman couldn't care about the style and posture, and directly used her hands to pull away the noisy crowd.

It was easy to pass by the barracks of the medical station, and suddenly a baby's cry came.

That cry full of vigorous vitality was like a thunder, making the numb crowd slightly moved.

It seemed more like a clear cry of a young phoenix, bringing the hope of nirvana to the world after the vitality was exhausted.

Zhou Xun continued to rush, the wound on her arm burst open again, and blood flowed out.

"Ah ya!"

At the corner, a little girl rushed out from somewhere, with two black gem-like eyes on her dirty little face, which was pitiful.

"Auntie! I can't find my mom!"

Zhou Xun was anxious, and couldn't bear to leave her alone: "What's your name? What's your mom's name?"

"My name is Xiaodeng."

"My mom is just called Mom."

Xiaodeng is the little actor Xiaonan. Here Seeing Lu Kuan used the plot in the novel *Yu Zhen*, and the female character Fang Deng's nickname was Xiaodeng.

Love is hope, and light is also hope.

The purity and innocence of children can always heal everything, and children are also the future of the country and the nation.

Zhou Xun was helpless and couldn't bear to abandon her, so she took Xiaodeng and rushed in the direction of home.

After rushing for about half an hour, she finally returned to the downstairs of her sister-in-law and brother-in-law's house, where she last left more than thirty hours ago.

"Auntie? Why don't you go?"

Zhou Xun stroked her head: "Home."

"Is this your home?"

"Yes, my family is below."

Zhou Xun endured the fatigue of not closing her eyes for more than thirty hours, and only ate some military rations on the military vehicle in the middle.

She knew that Xiao Jia, brother-in-law, and the child were under her feet, right in front of her eyes.

"Xiaodeng, you stand aside and don't move."

Zhou Xun looked for some tools expressionlessly, and forcibly drove her numb body to start moving the ruins in front of her brick by brick.

One hour, two hours, three hours passed.

Xiaodeng also started to help, wiping sweat for Zhou Xun with her tattered sleeves, and went to the rescue station to find water and food.

"Sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law!"

From dawn to dark, Zhou Xun, who was about to fall, looked back suddenly. It was several soldiers of the 38th Army, and the one leading was Xiao Anhui who drove them back.

"You?"

"Is this the battalion commander's sister's house?"

"Mm! Right where I'm standing, they live on the second floor."

The soldiers looked at each other, as if they wanted to say something. The clever Xiao Anhui hurriedly greeted several people to come forward to help.

A thin and small woman with a child, plus five soldiers, started to dig for the hope of life without saying a word.

If the lens is pulled high and overlooked at this moment, this scene is happening in countless corners of Tangshan.

Four days passed.

Zhou Xun and the soldiers who appeared on the screen again had their nails peeled off, their flesh and blood blurred, and only the last bit of persistent will supported the hands waving again and again.

Zhou Xun's face was terrifying, her cheekbones were towering, her eyes were blood-red, and tears were mixed with the dirt of smoke and dust on her face.

Zhou Xun, who filmed this section, had lost weight to less than 85 jin according to Boss Lu's requirements, plus the sharp and miserable makeup, it looked really heartbreaking.

"Sister-in-law..."

"Sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law, you can't dig anymore! You can't persist, can you watch us dig?"

Xiao Anhui seemed to have more tears than Zhou Xun, pulling Zhou Xun's arm tightly and not letting go, the latter wanted to shake him off powerlessly.

"Here."

Xiaodeng pointed to a piece of broken walls and ruins in front of her with an exaggerated expression to everyone three meters away.

"Here! I heard someone crying!"

The soldiers rushed over regardless, Xiao Anhui stuck his right cheek on the broken cement board, and everyone held their breath, not daring to make a single movement.

"Yes! There is sound!"

Xiao Anhui was clever, his expression excited: "I'll find the company commander to bring people, you dig first!"

At this time, it had been almost five days since the day of the earthquake, and the ruins at the epicenter had been cleared for more than half, and countless wounded and dead had been properly handled.

Hearing that there were still survivors here, the soldiers and civilians nearby ran to it, and the company commander was experienced and commanded steadily, starting to organize orderly excavation.

Zhou Xun's face was withered, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her down, and she was "ordered" to stay aside.

The well-trained soldiers were extremely efficient, and soon everyone around could hear the baby's cry. This sound that made adults worry in ordinary days was the most beautiful fairy music at this time.

Zhou Xun broke free from Xiao Anhui's support and couldn't help but walk closer and cry: "Xiao Jia! Baoqiang!"

The company commander suddenly ordered: "Good! Stop! Start with bare hands below!"

The baby's cry grew louder, and the soldiers began to dig three feet into the ground with their bare hands.

At this time, Li Xuejian also limped over. He also came to see his daughter several times in the past few days, fearing that she would suffer an accident due to excessive sadness.

"Stop first!"

"It's already brick and soil layer here, the dust is too big, in case it is blown in, it will choke the child and be unable to breathe."

The medical professor's experience and knowledge were still rich. He took water and poured it evenly on the hole where the target had been locked, wetting the dust around.

"*Wa! Wa! *"

The baby's cry grew louder and louder, and everyone on the screen and in front of the silver screen was looking forward to it warmly, until Xiao Anhui moved the last cement board with his bloody hands.

A picture that shocked the world was presented before everyone.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, the shrill cicada chirping, the sticky air, and the gray, white, and blood colors that were everywhere.

In this square of ruins surrounded by everyone, Zhou Xun walked forward staggeringly, helplessly lying on the hard and sharp stone slabs and reinforced concrete, reaching out to touch the family of three in front of her.

A couple leaned against each other in a bow shape, tightly protecting the baby in their arms, building a safe space in a triangular shape.

The suppression and despair represented by the collapsed building fragments, twisted reinforced concrete, and flying dust around seemed unable to penetrate this warmth and peace of mind.

Zhou Xun carefully reached out to hold the child.

It seemed that she was tired of crying, it seemed that she felt the taste of her relatives, the baby sucked in her mother's arms, closed her eyes quietly, and entered sleep.

Zhou Xun tightly covered her mouth, the blue veins on her hands burst out, and the whole person couldn't help trembling, not daring to cry out.

Tears dripped on the baby's fat and tender little face, making him feel a bit itchy, and he couldn't help but reach out to scratch.

Zhou Xun reached out and stroked Xiao Jia's cheek, and suddenly saw a strand of hair messy by her ear, and according to the method she liked, carefully reached out to help her straighten it.

Silly sister, she has been learning from herself.

Li Xuejian couldn't help but speak: "Xiao Xun, take the child for an examination?"

Zhou Xun nodded and carefully held the baby and stepped out of the ruins.

The soldiers swarmed up and carried the couple who were sad and moved out.

Xiao Anhui leaned over: "Sister-in-law, she has a piece of paper in her hand."

Zhou Xun took it with one hand and opened it with some surprise. It was a paragraph of crooked text, and one could even see that it was the handwriting of two people.

Sister:

My brother is not a bad person, he just doesn't know how to say it. You go to the army to find my brother, I don't need anyone to take care of me.

If you go, remember to come back to see me when you have time. When I see you, I am happy in my heart.

A tear smashed onto the letter paper decisively, and Zhou Xun turned to Xiao Anhui in a trance.

"Where is Hu Jun, where is your battalion commander?"

Including

Zhou Xun was born intelligent; she looked around and immediately knew what had happened.

She calmly folded the letter and put it in her pocket, then walked toward the temporary medical station with the child in her arms.

As she walked with a stumbling gait, Zhou Xun suddenly felt a bit of regret; that afternoon when Xiao Jia handed her the child, she should have taken her.

At least she could have practiced.

Right, child?

From now on, I will be your mother.

The camera shot from over the shoulders of the surrounding crowd; Zhou Xun lowered her head, pouting and teasing the infant who had just opened her eyes, a gentle smile on her face.

The golden light shrouded within the dark clouds suddenly appeared, as if it were about to pierce through this layer of haze at any moment and scatter radiance upon the world once again.

In the shot, Zhou Xun's thin, small figure walked further and further away.

The image froze in black and white, like a scroll being rolled up from top and bottom toward the middle, echoing the beginning and the end.

Wang Fei's rendition of the "Heart Sutra" began to play; in front of the screen, audiences all over the world let down their guard, clearing their minds and bodies with the ethereal music.

At this moment, audiences in countless cinemas across the land of Shenzhou were just about to wipe away tears and leave when a post-credits scene suddenly appeared.

It was precisely that scene filmed at the epicenter, featuring survivors and the descendants of victims as extras.

On the screen, Seeing Lu Kuan, sitting in the director's chair, picked up the walkie-talkie and said something.

He then stood up and bowed slightly to the citizens who were supporting each other after just finishing a fierce rain scene.

"Thank you everyone, this take is wrapped."

In that instant, all the actors collapsed to the ground, exhausted, supporting each other, comforting each other, yet all weeping bitterly together.

They leaned on each other's shoulders, their trembling bodies telling of their longing for their loved ones and their grievances.

The grief and despair suppressed for thirty years, and the restlessness of the homeland buried for thirty years, were completely released at this moment.

As expected, the impact of this post-credits scene was even more shocking than the main feature.

In the sports center with over ten thousand people, starting from the first crisp applause, everyone instantly began to stand up and clap like a tidal wave.

Echoes reverberated through the empty gymnasium, and the tsunami-like sound surged straight into the clouds!

They cried while waving their hands, yet there were smiles on their faces; everyone saw hope in the film.

Yes, the survivors and the descendants of the victims had worked together to create such a heart-shaking masterpiece to comfort the spirits of the ancestors on this land.

If this isn't hope, what is?

In the land of Jibei in December, the temperature had already reached below zero.

In the biting cold wind, the audience, who had not been organized in advance, were still spontaneously applauding, unwilling to leave.

Seeing Lu Kuan helplessly brought Zhou Xun, Hu Jun, and others back on stage, where they kept bowing and gesturing, thanking the audience on this land for their recognition.

Secretary Zhao off-stage seemed to have cast aside his identity as a high-ranking official; like an ordinary audience member, he did not spare his applause, his hands clapping until they were red.

For him, the initial cooperation with the Inquiry Realm had not been very smooth.

Boss Lu's stance and personality were extremely tough; he wanted to hold the shares and lead the script, appearing as if he would not allow others to interfere.

Fortunately, he believed in those he used and used those he believed in; this time, the Tangshan side sat back and enjoyed the fruits of the labor.

Han Shanping, who was beside him, was also exceptionally excited today.

Logically speaking, he had a close relationship with the young director and should have been deeply convinced of the level and quality of this film, but at this moment, he looked as excited as Ruan Jingtian next to him.

In fact, the flat-top-haired man was extending his own divergent thinking.

So, mainstream films could be shot like this?

Not everyone had to be a "great, glorious, and correct" positive image, showing no timidity or hesitation in the face of disaster.

This narrative and filming mode of placing small characters in the torrent of the times to carve and analyze their encounters, and then passing on and sublimating the theme, could be said to be pioneering in the country today.

Han Shanping suddenly remembered the upcoming 60th anniversary of National Day; the bureau had already started to drop hints that there must be excellent cultural works to celebrate the birthday of the motherland.

Could he use the same method to invite Director Seeing Lu Kuan again?

And Ruan Jingtian, who was covered in warm patches off-stage, naturally focused her gaze on the frail Zhou Xun.

She was deeply shocked by Zhou Xun's performance.

Looking again at the young director smiling and clapping beside her, Ruan Jingtian couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

If only she could be guided by Teacher Lu as well...

The grandest premiere in history concluded successfully, but this grand event, from opening to screening to conclusion, had already caused heated discussions on the internet before the next day arrived.

Ordinary audience members could not suppress their stirred emotions and logged onto blogs, Inquiry Realm Video, and Douban topics to comment.

"My girlfriend is a fan of 'Washing Machine', and she insisted on dragging me here to support him, but objectively speaking, the film is extremely outstanding. My girlfriend used one tissue from a pack, and I used all the rest. The last time I cried like this was during 'Mom, Please Love Me Again'!"

"This guy 'Washing Machine' has always given me a strong sense of dissonance. His private life is notoriously bad, and his cruelty to my 'Fairy Sister' is hateful, but his two films from 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' to 'Yu Zhen' are all filled with powerful patriotic sentiments. It's strange!"

"I'm over fifty this year. Many scenes and props in the film evoked memories of that era, such as popsicles wrapped in paper, thermos bottles, tea mugs, electric fans, sewing machines, bicycles, etc. These details are moving. For those who have experienced that era, the film is not just a story, but a precious memory of the times."

"After watching the first half of 'Yu Zhen', I regretted it. It's not that the film isn't good, but it shouldn't have been watched at this time; it's too cruel and sad. But in the last forty minutes, it's like a small white flower blooming in the ruins; the film constantly conveys hope to the audience, which is admirable."

"A Beiping native, on the 16th, I spent 60 yuan at the Inquiry Realm Golden Harvest in Guomao to watch 'Zhang Wuji', which was like eating shit. Tonight, I steeled myself and spent another 80 in the giant screen hall to experience 4K high-definition. Aside from 'awesome', I have nothing to say. Just consider it 140 yuan to watch 'Yu Zhen'!"

"Humph! There are no heroes in the world, making the boy famous; he just happened to have good luck." Wu Kebo put down his wine glass neither lightly nor heavily.

"If I had returned to the country two years earlier, so many good resources wouldn't have been snatched away by him during his ignorance period."

For example, the Golden Harvest cinema line in Hong Kong, in his view, was simply an excellent resource for entering the film industry; it was too regrettable.

"Wu-san, your country often says that quick action is useless, and accumulation is the key. Don't worry, with the support of NEC and the association in the future, surpassing him is not difficult!"

Wu Kebo hadn't been mixing for a day either; he knew the truth that one must bear the weight if one wants to wear the crown.

He knew that these Japanese funds were strong and resources were connected to the West, but this kind of sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor must surely come at a considerable price.

Up to this point, this boss of one of the "multiple strong" entertainment companies in the mainland still had some bottom line.

"Speak directly, Katsunishi-san, what do you want me to do?"

Katsunishi Yu smiled: "It's like this..."

In the izakaya less than a kilometer away from the Japanese Embassy in China, lies and conspiracies of "this and that" were intertwined.

Just like Iris Chang, who was obstructed and harassed by the Japanese right-wing in every possible way because of her book, this Chinese director, who had already become quite famous internationally, also entered the vision of the scum for the same reason.

Lu Xun's poem says: "The heart is vast and connects to the wide universe; hearing thunder in the silence."

This young director with a vast heart, I don't know in what state he will welcome these unexpected thunders from the enemy. (Note 1)

Note 1: Thunder originally meant the power of the masses that had been suppressed for a long time in the old society; in the original poem, it is a symbol of progressive power.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 302 =====

Since the news of the Olympics, "Yu Zhen", and the massacre film was announced, the Southern faction and the public intellectuals they raised had also set their sights on him.

A "Southern" editorial: "Fabricated dog-blood plot points, flat and crude character portrayals; in order to piece together such a moving story, presumably our..."

Late at night, a new face appeared on Sina. com to comment on the film.

The blogger was Xiao Ying, a professor in the Philosophy Department of Huaqing University with 1 million followers.

"In the past, I have always commented on Director Seeing Lu Kuan's films from an artistic perspective, so today, I might as well express my opinion from another dimension."

"What dimension? Conscience."

"As a Chinese person, I sincerely advise this mainland tycoon not to use patriotism as a pretext to eat these 'human blood buns'. The long string of zeros in your bank account is built on the suffering of countless Tangshan people!"

It seems the leader of Boss Lu's anti-fans bought a ticket to enter the venue tonight and contributed to the box office.

However, his blog was quickly occupied by various fans and passersby who couldn't stand it.

"The film hasn't even been released yet, and he already donated 80 million to build buildings for the children in the earthquake zone. Are you blind or is your heart blind?"

"I am from Tangshan. I watched the film on-site tonight. All ten thousand Tangshan people in the venue didn't want to leave after watching. Who told you I was in pain? Fuck your mother."

Xiao Ying sneered at the thousand-story thread that had been built in a short time.

Although he was scolded, the money from the little devils was comfortable to receive.

Not only could he gain followers, but it was also a way to gain clout with a bonus.

The disturbances were not worth worrying about; the next day, at the headquarters of Inquiry Realm Holdings.

Gao Jun, Chen Zhixi, and all relevant personnel gathered, looking at the box office figures that had just come out after nine o'clock; the numbers were not very optimistic.

(End of this chapter)