This director needs to apologize

Chapter 140 Youth Hope
At Suicheng Xinghui Cinema, the nurse sister was already crying.

Every time the nursing home held a memorial service for a deceased veteran comrade, she was asked to stand in the front row because she could cry when listening to the official eulogy.

Mainly a delicate and sensitive one.

Such a nurse sister would shed tears just thinking about Qin Zhiliang's sacrifice. When she witnessed Mu Xiaolin's death struggle with her own eyes, her eyes were already squirting like water guns.

The sister who was so overwhelmed with tears that she had not forgotten her job had turned her head to observe Political Commissar Li from time to time.

Very good, still in a relaxed state leaning against the back of the chair.

Then keep crying!

Li Yucheng's body and mind were not as relaxed as the nurse imagined.

As the little warrior approached his destination step by step, and as the yellow-green mist dispersed faster, the ridge became more and more clear.

Li Yucheng's breathing became more and more rapid.

The various terrains in the movie were engraved in his mind early on. Of course he knew that the ridge was connected to the side peak of Tianma Mountain.

That's where the old squad leader died.

There are memories he will never forget.

The little soldier climbed over the ridge and met a sentry, and finally found the person to whom he was conveying the order. He followed the sentry down the mountainside and entered a hidden tunnel entrance.

The light was dim and the field of view was narrow, but Li Yucheng's eyes were fixed on the left corner of the big screen, and he knew what was there.

He held the armrest of the seat firmly with his right hand away from the nurse, and resisted the urge to make a fist with his left hand.

At the same time try to slow down your breathing.

The sentry left, and the little soldier stepped forward. Li Yucheng could feel that he was also restraining himself on the screen.

Then the little warrior stood still again, keeping his gaze forward, stepped back, squatted down, and reset and tucked an outstretched pale arm.

The field of vision was enlarged, and Li Yucheng finally saw the scene he had seen countless times in his dreams.

See you again, old guys.

Although I can’t see your faces, they are no longer your names in the cemetery.

The only pity is that there is no old monitor.

For the first time today, he thought of the patient little director.

Since the tunnel has been restored well, other mistakes can be ignored.

That arm made the nurse sister, who had very low tears, break her guard again. She opened another pack of tissues and kept wiping her tears. While doing so, she didn't forget to look at Lao Li.

As expected of an old hero who has fought countless battles for the rest of his life, he was not moved by such a shocking scene.

So why did she get so excited when she saw a driver or heard a gunshot? The nurse couldn't understand it, so she stopped thinking about it and devoted herself to the movie.

……

Li Weiwei felt that he had wrongly blamed Director Chen.

The depression in several consecutive paragraphs turns out to be released in one fell swoop for the ending.

The fleeting sniper duel is just an appetizer, and a big one will definitely come next at the top of the mountain.

Looking at the pile of soldiers' remains forming a hill, Li Weiwei could only lament that this film was too hard-core, and he didn't know how Director Chen passed the review.

Although only the lower body is exposed, it is also a rare large-scale in domestic films.

When previous war movies encountered similar scenes, they had to cover themselves with a white sheet.

The ensuing tunnel march also made Li Weiwei very curious.

He himself is a video broadcaster, and he is a semi-expert in filmmaking. However, with his own photography skills, he cannot figure out how to achieve such smooth camera movements in such a narrow tunnel.

The distance of the tunnel was not very long. Soon Mu Xiaolin entered the main tunnel and met his mission target, the commander of the Tianma Mountain garrison.

Li Weiwei's excited spirit immediately cooled down.

Of the nearly 200-strong reinforced company, only 11 people survived, including the lightly and seriously wounded, including two officers, a deputy instructor named Jin and a platoon leader named Yang.

With Mu Xiaolin as the main perspective, the camera scanned the soldiers in the main pit one by one.

A seriously wounded man who fell into coma was lying in the arms of a blindfolded soldier. Mu Xiaolin rushed over and took off the water bottle to feed the wounded man, but found that the water in the bottle had already leaked out.

Mu Xiaolin was at a loss as he dug for something to eat in his bag, forgetting that the two people in front of him had no idea what he was doing.

A lightly wounded man hanging on his arm next to him said dryly, "Don't take it out, you won't be able to swallow it."

Mu Xiaolin stood there awkwardly. His body language told Li Weiwei that this was not the "rendezvous" he expected. There seemed to be nothing he could do except report a message.

At this moment, the pothole suddenly trembled, and dust fell softly above his head. Mu Xiaolin couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground.

The other people in the pothole acted as if nothing was wrong. Only the slightly injured person who spoke just now stepped forward to pull up Mu Xiaolin who was lying on the ground.

"When you're having sex, you can't lie down on the ground."

Mu Xiaolin had just sat down next to him when two people slid out from the entrance of the tunnel upwards. They were the two surviving officers.

Platoon Leader Yang walked towards the corner, his golden deputy came to the center of the pit, and stood firmly amidst the waves of tremors.

"Comrades, we have received an order from our superiors. The Tianma Mountain defense mission has ended early. We can retreat to the rear with camera."

The soldiers' eyes suddenly focused, but no one discussed in private, and no one interjected to ask.

“We held on to the Tianma Mountain position for 6 days and 7 nights, successfully bought the main force of the regiment time to consolidate the second-line defense, and successfully completed the task assigned to us by our superiors.

Now, the enemy is preparing firepower for the next wave of attack. There are planes laying eggs in the sky and artillery bombarding the mountains on the ground. "

As if deliberately echoing his words, a "big earthquake" hit the main pit at the right time. The gold finger was shaken to the point of being unstable, but after shaking for a few times, he still didn't fall down.

"Hehe, it seems that this guy is quite big!

It stands to reason that we can retreat through the tunnel behind the mountain now. When we get out of the tunnel and go down the mountain, it will be almost dark. If we find an opportunity to cross the Baishui River, we can evacuate smoothly.

But doing so is tantamount to handing over the position we have held so far to the enemy one night early, and the time for them to grasp the key points of Tianma Mountain will be all night earlier.

In this night, they can do many things, many things that we try our best to do but cannot do because of our perseverance.

And if we retreat now, we will give up the initiative in the battle. The life and death of a lost dog will be decided by others. "

Mu Xiaolin looked at Jin Fuzhi without knowing why, and then looked around at the other soldiers. They seemed to know what their commander planned to do, and expressed their support and trust with firm eyes.

"Platoon Leader Yang, report on the material situation."

"4 33 rifles, 1 bullets, 13 submachine gun with iron handle, half magazine, 3 grenades, 1 blasting tubes, and [-] signal gun."

Platoon Leader Yang stopped his report and glanced at Thompson on Mu Xiaolin's back. Only then did the latter realize and spoke.

"A submachine gun with a wooden stock, two magazines, uh, and a bugle."

Jin Zhi nodded towards Mu Xiaolin and continued, "Comrades, last night, I talked about more steel but less energy and less steel and more energy.

What is steel?There are overwhelming cannonballs and bombs overhead; what is Qi?Our unflinching will and belief.

We must let the enemy understand that as long as there is land where we are present, we should not imagine that we can easily occupy it, but we must be prepared to pay a heavy price.

The enemy tried to launch a final wave of offensive before dark, and we had only one response, and that was to attack head on.

We must use positive actions to tell the enemy that the 9th Company can leave if they want, you can't keep them! 9 companies can fight whenever they want, but you can't win!

Now I order! "

Except for the two seriously wounded, the other eight soldiers and Mu Xiaolin suddenly stood up and stood at attention on their legs.

"After the enemy's shelling stopped, the whole team was divided into two combat groups to attack from the left and right tunnel entrances. I commanded the soldiers of the original 9th ​​company as the right group, and Platoon Leader Yang commanded the soldiers of the 8nd platoon of the 2th company as the left group.

Each group held positions on both sides of the mountain top and launched a countercharge against the enemy based on my whistle.

After repelling the enemy, each group quickly retreated. The regiment leader prepared a surprise for us. This time we let them experience the feeling of sweeping away the ground with artillery fire. "

After finishing the battle mobilization, Jin Zhi walked towards the confused Mu Xiaolin, who asked eagerly, "Instructor Jin, you haven't said which group I am with."

Jin Fuzhi did not answer, but pointed to the bugle on Mu Xiaolin's waist and asked, "Can you still blow it loudly?"

Mu Xiaolin lowered his head in embarrassment, "I have only learned a little bit, and this number has a corner missing, so my voice may not be as clear as before."

Deputy Jin smiled and nodded, "That's enough. Lend me your Thompson. When you get up there, just follow me and listen to my whistle."

Mu Xiaolin was anxious, "Instructor, I also want to participate in the battle. Moreover, I can only blow the morning horn."

"It's okay. As long as the enemy can hear the trumpet, it doesn't matter what trumpet. Blowing the trumpet means participating in the battle. When the trumpet blows, I will give you credit."

The shaking stopped and the two groups entered the tunnel respectively. Li Weiwei knew that the final big scene was coming.

However, his excitement, which had just been aroused by the instructor's mobilization, quickly faded as the sight of the surface positions came into view.

There were no positions on the surface, just craters depending on the terrain. The only cover for the defenders was the tall square rock in the middle of the position.

The rock surface is covered with traces of explosions, but there are no signs of collapse, which partly explains why this position has persisted until now.

Rifle grenades and grenades began to be fired continuously, exploding small clusters of smoke near the crater.

Mu Xiaolin lay in the crater holding the bugle, staring closely at the golden second finger in the crater next door.

The latter leaned out from time to time to fire a few bursts, and then immediately moved his position to give air to the bullets, grenades and grenades that were tracking him.

Mu Xiaolin turned his head and looked to the other side. Another soldier in the group, like Jin Zhi, was holding up a line of defense more than ten meters wide by himself and kept jumping between the craters.

As for the last two soldiers of the group, they were no longer visible. Only the sound of gunfire and explosions sounded from time to time, reminding Li Weiwei of their existence.

The golden second finger came back into view. After looking at his watch, he took out a whistle and blew it hard.Mu Xiaolin, who was lying beside the crater, hurriedly raised the bugle, put it to his mouth and blew it.

The next moment, the bugle made an untuned "puff" sound, low and dull, without any penetration.

In the foreground of the bugle, Jin Zhi jumped out of the crater, holding a submachine gun and leaping down the ridge while holding the fire.

Mu Xiaolin stood up, held his head high and exerted his strength again. This time the sound was a little louder, but it was still not enough to cover up the explosions in front of and behind him.

On the other side of him, two warriors holding [-] large caps flashed past his field of vision like the golden sub-finger.

Mu Xiaolin played the trumpet desperately, and the scattered notes gradually connected together, and the volume became higher and brighter.

An untimely wake-up call sounded on the fire line, but Li Weiwei didn't find it funny at all.

Mu Xiaolin's figure suddenly appeared higher than the ridge, and smoke and dust began to rise around him, but he ignored it and just blew the trumpet over and over again.

His face turned red and his veins popped out.

Li Weiwei felt inexplicably that the slightly dull trumpet sound seemed to pierce the sky, covering up the dense sound of gunfire and the shouts of fighting.

Until a sharp roar passed overhead, and taller and larger smoke rose up on the mountainside in the distance.

The battle drama that Li Weiyi had been looking forward to for a long time ended in an anticlimactic manner.

The high-spirited bugle blew away the depression accumulated in his chest, but he still felt that it was not enough.

This is the only time our artillery speaks in the movie, and it only lasts less than 1 minute.

Although he himself knew that being able to rapidly fire three rounds of covering artillery fire was already an exhaustive effort for our infantry regiment at that time.

The soldiers who thwarted the enemy's offensive quickly turned back, and Jin Fuzhi snatched away Mu Xiaolin, who was still squeezing the power of the ancient world.

The five people slid down the tunnel into the main tunnel like a slide, joined another group, loaded the two seriously injured people onto stretchers, and then slid one by one to the entrance of the tunnel behind the mountain.

When the group of people walked out of the tunnel, the sky had darkened, leaving only a trace of afterglow.

After everyone had only taken a few steps forward, a low roar came from mid-air, and fire shot into the sky from the top of the mountain where they had just fought.

Deputy Jin smiled and said, "The enemy set off fireworks to see us off."

Platoon Leader Yang pulled out a signal gun and shot out the remaining signal bombs.

"How can we set off fireworks without the Sky Monkey? I'm here to add some fun to Nut Guy."

However, those few clusters of colorful lines across the sky seemed to have opened the curtain of the entire sky stage.

On the other side of the mountain and on the other side of the river, new colorful threads are constantly rising, weaving the sky into a colorful and gorgeous net.

Occasionally, there are large colorful bright spots, which explode in the sky and then slowly descend, like blossoming summer flowers blooming on the light curtain.

Li Weiwei looked at the colorful barrage in front of him greedily and obsessively. In this movie with a blue and gray background, the contrast between the scene in front of him was so intense and vivid that he couldn't bear to look away even for a second.

A familiar melody sounded in his ears. During the two hours of watching the movie, apart from the ever-present bombardment and the natural sounds while walking through the woods, there were very few consistent melodies.

The current section only appeared in a few scenes, and the instruments used were only dull violins or woodwinds. If it weren't for the fact that there was so little background music in the movie, he would probably have ignored it.

However, when this melody was reinterpreted by the magnificent symphony, the reluctance and dissatisfaction that remained in Li Weiwei's heart were instantly swept away.

After the prelude, a deep male voice cut in.

——If the sky is always clear and warm

——I won’t tell you the bloody and glorious memories

——The past expedition has been integrated into the earth of time

——Looking back amid gunfire is the high ground of dignity
When the flares exploded in the sky again, they turned into real fireworks.

The camera lowered and closed, revealing the head and shoulders of a young man in front of the window. His head looking up at the starry sky slowly lowered, directing the camera to focus on an old photo album on the table.

——Everyone has the right to choose in their youth

——Protecting the homeland and the country is what I will continue to do
In the album is an enlarged old photo of young warriors clustered together. Their faces cannot be seen clearly, only a line of white text at the bottom of the photo is clearly visible.

Group photo of the 9th Company on the expedition, October 1951.

——No more relatives to cry for my homeland
——I resolutely accepted the baptism filled with smoke.
——Beautiful youth blooms into yellow flowers on the battlefield

——The gorgeous shooting stars only breathe for you and me
Turning over the photo album, the photo showed young Liu Sixi, wearing an apron and a chef's hat.

He was picking up a lively fish from the bucket, and water drops splashed on his face, making him laugh.

——The youth of each generation has its own definition of growth.

——Defending peace requires me to win

Turning the page again, there is a basketball court, with the reconnaissance staff on the bank of Baishui River in the foreground. He holds a basketball under his arm and reveals two rows of white teeth. On his old-fashioned basketball vest, there are four words Hohai University printed on it.

——Life can grow old
——Only glory and glorious heaven and earth
——Ah, time flies, never forget it
——I raise the flag of youth high
——Raise high

Li Weiwei exhaled and inhaled heavily, suppressing the uncontrollable sourness in his nose and eyes. Each generation has its youth, but some youth has withered before it blooms.

The song enters the second verse, and the photo album continues to flip.

Li Weiwei saw Fu Ziyu and his investigation team. There were four of them, wearing tank hats and tank suits, standing in a row in front of an old 4.

Captain Zhang from Highland 589 was sitting on a tractor, trying to imitate the famous female tractor driver on the banknotes, but instead of showing his side face and looking into the distance, he turned his head with a puzzled expression, which obviously failed to capture the shot.

Qin Zhiliang was wearing a dark blue captain's uniform, with a hat on one of his arms, leaning against the side of the ship with a cool expression.

The lights in the screening room came on, and the complete picture was compressed into half on the left side. In the empty space, the long staff list began to rise like a waterfall flowing backwards.

No one in the screening room got up, everyone was still looking at the picture on the left.

The photo album was closed and inserted back on the bookshelf, and then there was the sound of shoes scraping against the floor, the sound of chairs being dragged, and the sound of the door closing.

The camera is still facing the desk with a glass plate, and there is a photo in the lower right corner.

It was an old man holding a doll, pointing in the direction of the camera with his right hand and making the doll turn its head.

Although his beard and hair are all white, it is easy to tell from his facial features that he is the old Mu Xiaolin.

"Uu", the breath that had been held for a long time was released at the same moment, forming a sonic boom in the screening room that fell into silence again.

The tears that Li Weiwei had been holding back finally flowed down, and they were out of control.

He wiped his face with his hands one after another while taking deep breaths, but his eyes were like faucets that were turned on and could not be turned off.

It’s great to see Mu Xiaolin spending the rest of his life peacefully!

In the magic city of VME Cinemas, Mitu, who had a relatively low level of tears, had no water to drink at this moment, so he still had the energy to comfort (TU) and comfort (CAO) the group of friends who were crying and out of breath.

"Okay, okay, I can't bear to leave Counselor Qin. You can go back and continue writing in parallel time and space. The director has given me a hint. Isn't the profession of captain more satisfying for your uniform control?"

In Suicheng Xinghui Cinema, it was raining heavily again. Political Commissar Li couldn't care about her core task. She was definitely made of water and she always had tears to shed.

Li Yucheng looked at the photo of old Mu Xiaolin and fell into a state of trance involuntarily. This was the first time he failed to manage his expression today.

He devoted himself entirely to the army, without a family or children, until he had no relatives.

If he hadn't fought that war, he would have followed the life of most of his neighbors, marrying a wife, building a house, having children, and raising grandchildren, just like Mu Xiaolin in the photo.

After a while, Li Yucheng was awakened by the sound of discussion and movement from the audience. He shook his head and laughed, no longer thinking about this boring hypothesis.

At the Palais des Festivals in Cannes, Pollack walked out of the Debussy screening room, flipping through his shorthand notebook and considering the entry point for the film review.

An out-of-the-box young director, a restless youth epic.

Without that superfluous ending, his rating would have been even higher.

Now, 1 star is given to the director, 1 star is given to the cinematographer, and 1 star is given to the two leading actors.

A total of 3 stars is actually a bit high, but young people deserve some preferential treatment.

At this moment, upstairs in Pollack's house, Daily Screen's interview with Chen Yiming came to an end.

Chloe looked at Tika and asked, "Chen, many professionals have questions about the ending of the movie. They feel that the large fireworks show ruins the tone and rhythm of the entire film.

Some people say that the purpose of piecing together visual spectacles in this section is too obvious, and it is obviously for the purpose of catering to the public. This lowers the ideological and artistic quality of the entire film.

Chen, what were your initial thoughts about that ending? "

Chen Yiming was unmoved by the bad reviews. He had expected this outcome.

"Movies are cultural products for the public. Facing different perceptions and receiving different evaluations, this is the fate of every creator.

The moment the film is made, it has nothing to do with me as a director. How it is interpreted is up to the audience. It doesn’t matter what my initial thoughts were.

Personally, I prefer the audience to leave the cinema in a good mood. Even if the overall sad and gloomy atmosphere is, there should be seeds of hope at the end.

Whether you say it’s the screenwriter’s personal gain, or you say it’s the director’s stubbornness and willfulness, I agree, because both the director and screenwriter are me.

And I will still shoot like this in the future. "

After shaking hands and saying goodbye to Chloe, Chen Yiming put his hands in his pockets and walked out slowly.

Outside the Palais des Festivals, there were still crowds of people, even though it was still early in the evening for the premiere of the new film.

The most conspicuous thing in the square is the long queue for tickets. These are movie fans who are diligently seeking tickets for a small number of premiere audiences.

Outside the long queue, there were more fans holding up cardboards asking for votes.

Chen Yiming passed by faces with different skin colors and scanned the cardboard with the word 1951 written on it.

He smiled and dove into the crowd on the Croisette.

(End of this chapter)