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Chapter 1097 Can't Light Up the World, But Can Warm a Little Girl's Dream
Whether it is a literary film director or a commercial film director.

To put it bluntly, they are all the same.

Regardless of whether it is a short film or a feature film, as long as the work is shot, there is no director who does not want more people to see his work.

For Li Yi's fans, the same is also extremely high expectations.

Perhaps it's because the appetite for Li Yi's excellent works has been nourished for a long time, so whether it is short films or feature films, the requirements can be said to be getting higher and higher.

For this reason, after the news came out, many movie fans are already looking forward to Li Yi's new work.

Many old movie fans are the first to pay attention to the relevant information of Li Yi's new work.

This time Li Yi did not give any platform an exclusive, but it did not prevent the video platform from vigorously promoting it.

It's an old routine, and everyone is used to it. Many directors were envious and jealous at first, but now they are used to it.

Because they can't guarantee that their short films will be popular, but Li Yi's works are almost a guarantee of quality.

For this reason, such promotion efforts are almost standard for Li Yi's works.

Chu Xixi is an old die-hard movie fan of Li Yi. She has been the mother of a child since Yunying was unmarried, although after giving birth to a child, almost all her time and attention are devoted to her child.

There is less time to go to the movies, but more time to watch short videos.

However, even after viewing so many short videos and watching so many short films, Li Yi's works are still her favorite.

Because every short film of Li Yi can surprise her.

"The little match girl?"

Seeing the name of Li Yi's short film on the promotional poster on Penguin Video's homepage, she couldn't help being a little surprised.

Matches, although they are no strangers to people in this era, can almost be said to exist only in memory.

Nowadays, every household may have lighters in stock, but it is almost difficult to see the traces of matches.

And the name "The Little Match Girl" is quite strange to netizens.

It is difficult to guess through the short film what the specific content is.

Li Yi's first short film "Deal" is the first thing many old movie fans think of!
Will it be a short film similar to "The Deal"?
Look at the introduction below.

"A tiny match can't illuminate the open world, but it can warm a little girl's dream."

Follow the poster link to enter the play page of "The Little Match Girl".

Chu Xixi looked forward to it even more.

"Directed by Li Yi!"

"Here!" A match was drawn across the wall, and the flames lit up.

In the light of the fire, a little girl's face appeared, which was a little blurry. She was about seven or eight years old, right?

The title "The Little Match Girl" appeared.

Snowflakes fluttered, turning the whole city into white.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The lens looked a little blurry, and the sound of breathing made the lens even more blurred.

Suddenly a small hand appeared and wiped the window, making the lens clear.

It turned out that a little girl was curled up by the window, breathing into the broken glass of the window.

She stretched out her hands and rubbed them together, looking out the window at the snow-capped world.

A pair of eyes looked so lively, but it was freezing cold, but she was wearing thin clothes, shivering from the cold.

She breathed hot air at the glass again.

Then he reached out and drew a sun on the glass.

Suddenly, the sun on the glass, as if magically released, emitted a bright light, like the sun drawn by the magic brush of Ma Liang. The sun shone on the little girl's body, bringing her a little warmth.

The little girl seemed to be intoxicated by the warmth.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door, and everything returned to the original.

It turned out that there was no magic at all, and all that was just the beauty of the little girl's fantasy.

Her hands were a little white from the cold.

The door opened, and a scruffy man walked in, staggering, drunk-eyed, and hiccupped.

The cold wind howled outside.

The little girl shrunk her petite body, looked at the man, and aimed her eyes at the empty hand of the drunk man. Her eyes were a little strange, a little scared, and a little expectant, but in the end it only turned into disappointment and grievance.

The camera follows the drunk man and gives a close-up of this "home".

The place where they live is not an exaggeration to describe it as a house with bare walls. Apart from the same roof, the other air leaks are pasted with various miscellaneous newspapers, but how can they block the howling cold wind?

There was a pile of ready-made matches on the ground.

The man didn't even look at the little girl when he got home. He lay down on the dirty bed and fell asleep soundly.

After a while, the little girl rubbed her hands and walked cautiously towards the sloppy man.

She reached out and pulled the worn quilt to cover the drunk.

He yelled in a low voice, "Dad!"

Unfortunately, what responded to her was the snoring of the drunken father.

"Gululu!" The little girl's stomach protested hunger.

She looked at the snow-white world outside the window, and then at the small pile of matches in the simple room.

It was getting dark outside.

She found a battered apron and grabbed a handful of matches and put them in the apron pocket.

I rummaged around the door again and found a pair of big shoes that obviously didn't fit.

But she tried it with satisfaction. Although it didn't fit her feet, it was better than bare feet, right?
Opening the door, the cold wind rushed towards her face, making her shiver with cold.

She turned her head to look at the snoring drunk dad.

Then went out and closed the door.

On a snowy night, many houses on the street were decorated with lights, obviously this was not an ordinary night.

When she came to the side of the road, she looked enviously at other people's family wearing new clothes, talking and laughing.

"Dididi!" Suddenly, a piercing horn sound woke her up, and she quickly avoided it, but because the shoes were too big, she even ran away with them.

Couldn't find one at all.

The other one was picked up by a little boy. He told his parents that when he had a child, he would use this shoe as a cradle for the child, which made his parents burst into laughter.

The little girl had to walk barefoot, but in such a cold weather, her little feet were red and blue from the cold.

She came to a crowded place, where she drew a handful of matches from the pocket of her old apron.

It's a pity that people always come and go in a hurry, and occasionally someone stops, but they leave quickly. She didn't sell a single match, and no one gave her even a coin.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer people on the street.

Poor little girl!She was cold and hungry, and walked forward shivering.

The snowflakes fell on her long black hair, which fell in curls over her shoulders and looked beautiful, but she didn't notice it.

Lights were shining from every window, passing by a roast duck restaurant, there was a smell of roast duck, and the little girl felt more and more hungry.

She stared at the oily roast duck in the window for a long time.

In the end, he could only bow his head and leave in frustration.

(End of this chapter)