The last page ended abruptly with unfinished words.
During the war years, the most tragic thing was that the corpse was wrapped in horse leather. The most tragic thing was that he was sacrificed, but in the end he was forced to become "missing" because the body could not be found.
Although "Assembly" is one of the few high-grossing movies among the original world-themed movies, even though I once saw this movie with red eyes and felt sad in my heart, as he got older, Zhou Yang gradually began to
Some of the details of this movie are beginning to be full of confusion, and even a lot of conspiracy theories have come to mind.
I was once so moved that after I finally thought deeply about my intention, I started to think a little too carefully.
For example, those senior leaders in the movie...
For example, the details between the lines reveal deception and smear...
For example, the difference between martyrs and missing persons is deliberately emphasized...
An article on the CCTV website once broke the news that "Assembly Number" was filmed by someone from South Korea, and Pants was only a supervisor. Pants did not respond to this, but only refuted the rumor as false news.
If the content in the diary is compiled into a script, the deliberate and subtle things must be deleted. In addition, it cannot be mixed with some taken-for-granted private things like "Assembly Number"...
After looking through the diary again, Zhou Yang already had a direction in his mind.
Then, he looked up and saw Mr. Yang silently looking at the moon outside the window in a daze.
"In those days, the team was broken up and reorganized, and the files were lost incompletely. The headquarters staff may not be able to follow them..."
"Many people are buried in the bottomless world, never to see the sun again, and become unknown heroes..."
He muttered to himself.
He seemed to be recalling that long period of time.
It felt like I was back in a world filled with bullets and bullets, wandering on the edge of life and death, feeling lost.
Then, he lowered his head and became silent again.
In the long silence, everyone's eyes were quite complicated.
"Forget it." He suddenly heard Mr. Yang shaking his head as if he had thought of something: "I wanted to put this story on the big screen, but now that I think about it, it seems that a series of things that happened during this period were all in the palm of my hand.
And the back of my hand, it still hurts no matter how hard I hit it, and those people were once the ones who defended their home and country..."
Zhou Yang saw Mr. Yang carefully taking back the diary and putting it on his chest, and finally sighed: "Forget it, forget it...it's not easy to take pictures, no matter how you take them, it won't be good..."
Zhou Yang could feel an extremely complex emotion from him.
Later, I saw him sitting back on the stool and taking a sip of tea, which allowed the complicated emotions to dissipate a little.
in the house.
The two old men were still chatting, and the content of their conversation was the same as before, about those glorious years.
As we chatted, we talked about the late Qing Dynasty, the Opium War, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces.
In the tearful eyes, there was helplessness, compromise, unwillingness, anger and even a hint of indignation.
The juniors listened quietly, and An Zhibin clenched his fists unconsciously as he listened.
Time passed little by little.
During this period, An Xiao went outside to answer a phone call.
When An Xiao came back after answering the phone, her eyes became extremely complicated, and she held several books in her hands.
"grandfather……"
An Xiao interrupted this chat.
"What's wrong?"
"This is what kids learn."
"Let me see."
An Jianwu took the book handed over by An Xiao.
I opened the texts in the book very carefully.
He didn't smile, his expression became very serious, and he began to flip through the book faster and faster.
Zhou Yang suddenly felt a chill and his body instinctively got goosebumps.
Feeling of suffocation.
Yes, it was a suffocating feeling that made one dare not take a breath, as if a series of sultry thunders would sound at any time in the cloudy and oppressive void.
However, that shocking thunder did not sound in front of him after all.
Zhou Yang saw An Jianwu put down his textbook silently, the expression on his face was extremely serious, and there was a terrifying sense of chill in his eyes. Then that trace of chill disappeared without a trace, as if it was an illusion, and then his face
He regained his kind smile and said: "I guess I know, drink tea, hehe, Lao Yang, if you don't drink tea, it will be cold."
"Chief, I'm old. I can't stay up late. I'm a little dizzy. Why don't we forget about it today..." After Mr. Yang finished his tea, he glanced at An Jianwu.
"Ah, okay...Zhibin, give it to Grandpa Yang."
"good."
Zhou Yang watched Mr. Yang stand up and leave. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the moment he stood up, An Xiao's hand gently pressed on his leg again.
"Under the hail of bullets, many people stood firm and did not fall. Even if they fell, they still hope that future generations can stand with their heads held high..."
"Now is the age of peace, but some people can't stand up. It's okay if they can't stand up. They even hope that their children will kneel with them. Sometimes I really want to ask some people whether this is the time of the Opium War or the late Qing Dynasty.
?Or when the Old Summer Palace was burned down?"
After Mr. Yang left the study, An Jianwu suddenly said these words calmly.
Zhou Yang once again felt a biting chill. Although there was no change in his expression, this hint of chill made Zhou Yang instinctively want to escape from the study, as far away as possible.
He feels very uncomfortable staying here.
"I will handle this matter." An Xiao replied after hearing An Jianwu's words.
"Um."
Half an hour later...
Zhou Yang finally walked out of the study.
When he walked out, he took a long breath and felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and he felt like he was alive again.
Then he inadvertently saw a row of long bean poles in the field not far away. He subconsciously walked over, straightened the poles, and tied a rope. After tying them, he took another look at the newly planted beans.
The sweet potato seedlings that were planted were returned after inspection and found no problems.
"Xiao Zhou is a good boy, bring him here more often..." When An Jianwu and An Xiao came out, they glanced at Zhou Yang and said with a smile.
"Yes, I will." An Xiao nodded.
"By the way, bring him some peas and corn. These are grown by yourself. They are better than those bought in the market. You can eat more safely..." An Jianwu then seemed to have thought of something and glanced at the utility room next to him.
said.
"good."
……………………
The night is lingering.
The moon and stars are sparse.
Zhou Yang finally got on the car back.
However, when he was carrying things, he felt a little embarrassed.
I come here empty-handed, and when I go back, I carry a big bag of stuff, which gives people a more or less unauthentic feeling.
"Grandpa has a good impression of you." An Xiao looked out the window and suddenly said this.
"Oh, oh... That's good, that's good." Zhou Yang nodded, and then he couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.
To be honest, Zhou Yang would have been in a state of confusion until now if he hadn't been carrying heavy things in his hands.
I arrived at Grandpa An's house inexplicably. I didn't prepare anything, and I was at a loss for a while.
"I will discuss the story of "The Golden Fishhook" with them. A new round of teaching materials is being compiled and should be included in the teaching materials..."
"Yeah." Zhou Yang nodded.
The car left the military compound and drove into the bustling and lively metropolis.
Zhou Yang looked into the distance and thought of some of the words and content he heard today.
"Originally I wanted to help you write a book and make a movie, and the higher-ups are also developing content in this area... Now think about it, compared to movies, children's values are actually the most important guide... These texts,
The problem is huge." An Xiao handed the textbook to Zhou Yang.
By the moonlight, Zhou Yang read the texts one by one.
The main purpose of the text is to promote various noble moral qualities.
But if you look carefully, you can see that a lot of the content is fabricated. Especially many old and American characters have positive images in the textbooks. Although there is no "Edison Saves Mom", it is similar to "Washington Chops the Cherry Tree"
"In addition to these stories, when it comes to Chinese names, such as Ding Ding, Dongdong and other characters, they are basically synonymous with laziness, slackness, and stupidity...
If you really think about it, every textbook is normal, but every article is vaguely filled with four words: "advocating foreigners and favoring foreigners."
After briefly flipping through a few more articles, Zhou Yang didn't know what to say for a while.
The original world was slightly better but this world seems more twisted.
"People in the 1970s and 1980s have experienced the invasion of Western culture and have begun to have low self-esteem... Their distorted values and orientations are very likely to affect their children... In addition to these things that need to be changed, other aspects must also be changed.
Movies, I'm afraid, can't change anything. In fact, children's animations are either R-based or American..."
"Let's make a cartoon ourselves?" Zhou Yang blurted out in his mind after recalling the two old men chatting about the late Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and modern history.
"What kind of cartoon?" An Xiao asked.
"In the form of cartoon characters, the story of that period of time is told..." Zhou Yang thought of a very excellent domestic animation in the original world.
"You know how?"
"I vaguely know that I can make an episode first and give it a try."
"Okay, you make an outline and I will approve it for you..."
"Mr. An, do you have this right now?" Zhou Yang was stunned.
"Not now...but it will be soon." An Xiao replied while looking out the window.
"Mr. An, in addition to "The Golden Fishing Hook", I also thought of another text..."
"What?"
"The title of that text is "Monument", "Golden Fishing Hook" is about crossing the grassland, and "Monument" is about climbing the snow-capped mountains..."
"..."
……………………
Late at night.
"South China Entertainment News" received a piece of news.
"What did you say?"
“Should the textbook revision be revised?”
"What Zhou Yang wrote needs to be registered in the textbook?"
"Is this...really fake?"
The editor-in-chief looked shocked, and then lowered his voice.
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Considering some reasons for the movie, the outline has to be redone...