There is too much fragmented time this year, so it’s time to take some more rest.
I also have some time to write something.
Han Zhou is planning to go to Shanghai, because there, "My Sassy Girl" starring Lu Jin and Shan Kou is about to start filming.
The director is Tan Aileen, and the assistant director is Chen Xiaoyong.
This movie, from a certain perspective, is the best movie in the country.
Movies from the United States are at the top of the box office charts, and the number of movies with the main theme is more than that of China and the United States. Most of these movies with the main theme do not respect historical facts, and of course they cannot be called good movies.
As for the so-called large-scale subjects that they say they dare to shoot, in fact, when viewed from a global perspective, there are too many. It is only in the country's own environment that they seem to dare to shoot.
Nothing special either.
The only saving grace is that romance films made before the bloody era still have great merits.
Han Zhou's script has been thrown out anyway. With this framework and the characteristics of Tan Ailin, the details of the story should be handled well.
It is estimated that the quality and adaptability are higher than those taken by Han Zhou himself.
However, after turning on the phone, Han Zhou was ready to go and have a look, even if it was to visit Fengchu.
The tickets for the Korean boat trip were all booked, and I was at the airport when I received a message.
What Han Sixheng sent was an address.
The address of a hospital.
Han Zhou was about to call, but the call had already come through, so he answered immediately: "Hello, Fourth Uncle."
Han Sixheng: "Come for a visit."
"The address has been sent to you."
Han Zhou: "Uncle Fourth, what's wrong with you? Why are you in the hospital?"
Han Sixheng said solemnly: "It's not me, it's Xie Fu, come quickly."
Xie Fu...
Han Zhou hung up the phone and left the airport directly. At the same time, he called Tan Aileen and said that he could not make it.
After hearing what happened, Tan Ailin said: "I'm afraid I have to go back to Yanjing too."
The last time we met, Xie Fu was still in good health.
Although it was the Spring Festival.
As the only two remaining outstanding directors among the third generation, Han Sixheng and Xie Fu are gone, and the one remaining will be the last one.
Xie Fu is older than Han Sisheng, but he is not in his 70s or 80s and is prone to many diseases, right?
Aren’t they going to make the third part of the Founding Trilogy?
When he came to his senses, Han Zhou realized that something was wrong.
If Xie Fu is gone, then the rights to film the main theme movie will basically be in the hands of the Beijing circle.
This time... it's going to be worse.
Or, at this time, forcefully form a crew and start filming Wolf Warrior 2?
However, the era dividend received by Wolf Warrior 2 is too great. If Wolf Warrior 2 were simply released at random times, the box office would probably be over 2 billion at most.
The problem is that the filming of this movie will cost at least 400 million.
Adding the cost of publicity and distribution, it is impossible to make money from filming Wolf Warrior 2 now.
Could it be that we filmed Wolf Warrior 2 first and waited for the opportunity to release it when a country in the world goes to war and evacuates its citizens?
But how can I obtain the military resources needed to film Wolf Warrior 2 now?
This definitely won't work.
Han Zhou felt very heavy.
On the one hand, Xie Fu is very kind to himself and takes great care of him.
Xie Fu was originally the assistant director of Kung Fu, and he gave Han Zhou many pointers.
Moreover, he also wanted to take Xie Fu to participate in the filming of the main theme movie and get an important role.
On the other hand, if something happens to Xie Fu, then all the main theme will be in the hands of the enemy.
The taxi driver had been looking at Han Zhou since he picked him up.
Han Zhou's face was heavy, so he didn't talk as usual.
But he was really curious and asked: "Are you that star!?"
Han Zhou nodded: "Yes."
Brother: "Then rushing to the hospital from the departure gate of the airport is..."
Han Zhou: "Elder, I'm sick."
Brother: "Oh, people are really in this life. Looking at you, the guy in the hospital must be your senior in the entertainment industry."
"After making so much money, getting sick is the same as ordinary people getting sick."
"Relax, our hospital in Yanjing is of high standard, nothing will happen to you."
Han Zhou: "My elder is old and suddenly went to the hospital. I haven't figured out what the disease is yet."
Brother: "Human, there are three disasters and six diseases that cannot be avoided. If we leave it alone..."
My brother chatted with Han Zhou all the way, and Han Zhou felt a little better.
When he arrived at the hospital, Han Zhou immediately followed the text message and found him.
In the corridor, there were many people I didn't know and many people I knew.
Han Sixheng, who was wearing cloth shoes, rested his elbows on the wall, buried his head, and used his right hand to pull at his sweaty crew cut.
The middle-aged women next to him seemed distracted.
There were also a few middle-aged men, anxiously going back and forth.
Someone who knew Han Zhou whispered: "Teacher Han..."
Han Zhou raised his hand to interrupt, signaling not to say hello at this time.
Han Zhou stepped forward and walked behind Han Sixheng: "Uncle Fourth, what's going on?"
Han Sixheng turned around and came back, sweat dripping from his forehead: "Lao Xie has been having a hard time walking recently. He accidentally fell down yesterday."
"But when the doctor checked, he found..."
"Advanced pancreatic cancer."
Pancreatic cancer?!!
Han Zhou: "How come... it's late? Why is pancreatic cancer in the late stage?"
Han Sixheng leaned against the wall: "How do I know? The doctor said that his symptoms were very obvious when he fell ill. He lost a lot of weight in a short period of time."
"But it is speculated that he happened to be on the Kung Fu crew when he became ill."
"So even his family thought he was too tired and lost weight."
Han Zhou remained silent.
Han Sixheng looked at Han Zhou and sighed: "I don't blame you for this. The doctor said that pancreatic cancer is usually discovered only in its late stages."
“Basically, the early findings were only discovered through physical examination and CT scan.”
Han Zhou: "If it's in the later stage...has it been transferred?"
Han Sixheng said nothing, this still needs to be said.
Pancreatic cancer metastasizes in only one direction, and that is the liver.
Han Zhou looked towards the operating room and didn't know what to say.
According to what Han Zhou has seen in his mind, pancreatic cancer is in the advanced stage and the remaining days are calculated by months or even days.
Chemotherapy may cause worsening.
In the early stage, traditional Chinese medicine, which was very effective in treating pancreatic cancer, has almost zero effect in the late stage.
I just don’t know how late this late stage is.
We only met during the Spring Festival, and we attended the premiere of "Kung Fu" together. How come we were all gone in the blink of an eye?
He wasn't even eighty or ninety years old, so why did he suddenly become like this?
Han Zhou had a headache.
Han Zhou remembered watching a movie about an athlete who suddenly found out he had cancer.
With the encouragement of many people, the malignant tumor was removed, but metastasis was discovered not long after.
Then there was surgery, incision, and chemotherapy.
But, it moved again.
Eventually it was transferred to almost all internal organs.
But after all, not everyone is an athlete, not everyone can survive until all the internal organs are metastasized, and not everyone can survive three major surgeries before bidding farewell to this world.
Director Xie, I'm afraid...
After a while, the doctor came out.
A group of people stood up and gathered around.
Han Sixheng pushed everyone aside and walked to the front.
Xie Fu's son was so anxious that he supported Han Sixheng and looked at the doctor: "How is it?"
The doctor was silent for a second, and then said: "Generally speaking, late-stage pancreatic cancer is almost impossible to treat, not to mention that it has metastasized to lymph nodes throughout the body, and the patient is now..."
"My suggestion is to give up treatment and not have surgery for fractures, which will add to the pain for the patient."
Xie Fu's daughter-in-law: "But do you want my dad to continue to be in pain like this? If the fracture is not treated, won't it hurt for a long time?"
The doctor's expression is not very good-looking.
Han Sixheng: "Xiao Gu, just tell me."
Doctor: "Although the patient is not suitable for CT now because hospital records show that he has had it twice in the past four months, but based on the old films and our judgment of his clinical symptoms..."
"The patient has become dizzy, can't speak clearly, is slurred, is coughing up blood, and has difficulty breathing."
"Now it's moved to the lungs, the head."
"so……"
Everyone was staring at him.
The doctor had no choice but to say: "I checked and found that the patient had already had an examination a month ago, but at that time the doctor suggested that he do a whole-body CT scan, but he did not agree, so I am afraid that the patient already knew about his body
The situation is over."
"you……"
There were too many people here, and it was in front of his elder Han Sixheng that the doctor didn't know what to say.
"I have put him on an anesthesia machine to breathe. You should pay attention. After the medicine takes effect and the pain is gone, the patient may wake up once in three to twelve hours."
"But it's possible..."
"Call everyone who should be called."
Xie Fu's eldest son grabbed his hand: "Let's be honest, how long will it take?"
Doctor: "Maybe three days, maybe two days, no more than five days at most."
"Depending on the patient's condition, and with our best equipment to maintain life, we should be able to last for more than a day."
After the doctor said there was nothing he could do, he patted the back of Han Sixheng's hand: "Uncle Han, take care of yourself."
Take care of yourself, Han Sixheng's whole body immediately softened.
If Han Zhou hadn't stood behind him and grabbed it quickly with quick eyes and hands, Han Sixheng would have fallen straight down.
"Hey! Fourth uncle! Fourth uncle!"
The doctor hurriedly checked the symptoms: "Everyone, step aside and give Uncle Han some space to breathe and get some air!"
"Transfer to emergency department bed."
Han Zhou hurriedly called Han Jiaxin.
Then guard Han Sisheng.
An hour or so later, Han Sixheng woke up.
Han Jiaxin also arrived with Aunt Zheng.
Han Sixheng felt very sad. In the end, he had no choice but to sigh: "Go and see Lao Xie, I'm fine."
Han Jiaxin also learned about Xie Fu's situation through Han Zhou's mouth, and now she remains silent.
Han Zhou only received favor from Xie Fu.
Han Jiaxin was carried by Xie Fu since she was a child.
Seeing that Han Sixheng was stable, Aunt Zheng stayed here to guard, while Han Zhou and Han Jiaxin went to find Xie Fu.
Now he has been transferred to the intensive care unit.
No one is allowed in the intensive care unit.
But where did the group of people disperse?
They are all on a higher level.
It is true that life is unpredictable.
Here, a group of people who were holding back finally started talking.
Han Zhou came over and saw Zhao Qigang at a glance.
Zhao Qigang stood up and looked at Han Zhou, wanting to say something, but then he closed his mouth and sat down.
Jiang Peng next to him smoked a cigarette out of habit.
The nurse came over in a hurry: "Smoking is prohibited in the hospital."
Jiang Peng gave the nurse a sharp look.
No one else dared to speak, Han Zhou looked coldly: "Give Director Xie some virtue."
"Reporters must already know about such a big thing and they will flock to it soon."
"When I see you smoking here and having a conflict with the hospital, the whole thing will be blamed on Director Xie."
As for the nurse, Jiang Peng felt that he didn't care about such a small person and would not give him a good look. But for Han Zhou, although he was an enemy, he was a person of the same level. Instead, Jiang Peng smiled lightly and put the cigarette back.
Han Zhou didn't give Jiang Peng a good look, but he said kindly to the nurse: "We people coming here disturb you and cause you trouble."
The nurse shook her head: "It's okay. I'm used to it. It's understandable that the patient's family members and friends are in a bad mood."
Han Zhou didn't know what he could do here.
Han Jiaxin went over to talk to them.
Han Zhou didn't know any of Xie Fu's sons or daughters, and he couldn't go over to talk to them.
Speaking of which, during the Chinese New Year, I actually didn’t visit Director Xie’s house. It’s really...
From now on every Chinese New Year, you should go visit your elders, otherwise who knows the next time...
Han Zhou caught a glimpse of the stairs, walked over, and took out a cigarette as he walked.
Don't smoke in the hallway, just smoke secretly at the stairs.
Han Zhou is still relatively new to the entertainment industry and doesn't know many seniors yet.
I only know a few of them, and today Director Xie’s life journey has come to an end.
Very emotional.
At the top of the stairs, Han Zhou lit a cigarette and sat on the ground, dazed.
"Click."
At the corner of the stairs, there was the sound of a camera shutter and even a flash.
Han Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked over.
Before anyone could react, two men in suits walked up from the lower level, took away the camera, took out the memory card, and then threw the camera back: "Get out."
The reporter was furious: “Which law does not allow taking photos?!”
One of them in a black suit said: "Master Han, do you know?"
The reporter shuddered.
The man in the black suit: "Journalists are prohibited from entering this hospital today. You can get out."
The tabloid reporter turned around and left.
Two men in black suits came up and saw Han Zhou here. They didn't say anything, but went to stand at the entrance of the corridor.
They should be the security team of China Film Group, who were specially called by Han Sixheng to prevent reporters from taking secret photos.
Han Sixheng wanted to give his old friend the last dignity and prevent him from being photographed and spread while lying in pain on the hospital bed.
Han Zhou was smoking a cigarette when he heard a loud noise in the corridor, so he dropped the cigarette butt, hurriedly stood up, patted his pants, and walked towards the corridor.
As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw everyone standing up and blocking the door leading to the ICU.
Logically speaking, visitors are not allowed in the ICU.
But now there are almost no patients left. At the last chance to meet, the nurse only let three people in.
If more people come in, one has to come out and change.
Xie Fu's daughter, youngest son, and an old lady went in.
Han Zhou had never seen the old lady before, so he knew that she should be Xie Fu's wife, Mr. Chenghua, an old screenwriter born in an art troupe.
Han Zhou also walked among the crowd and found Han Jiaxin: "Are you awake?"
Han Jiaxin nodded.
After a long time, waves of people came in and came out.
Sixth-generation director Chen Cai stood at the door: "Have all the elders seen it?"
"Is it time for us brothers to go see the teacher?"
Xie Fu's daughter was walking out. She looked at the crowd with red and swollen eyes and said, "Han Zhou, Qiao Yushan, my father wants to talk to you."
Chen Cai turned to look at Han Zhou.
Han Zhou didn't know him, but he definitely knew Han Zhou.
Han Zhou didn't even know the other person.
When another person came out, Han Zhou looked him up and down.
This man was less than thirty years old, thin, somewhat artistic, with ear-length hair.
When Han Zhou and Qiao Yushan entered, Chen Cai sighed: "Teacher, you don't want to see us?"
There is resentment in what you say.
Another person chimed in: "Yes, how could we have failed him?"
Xie Fu's eldest son was already in a bad mood. Hearing their chatter, he turned around and said, "My dad said before that you are the only ones who eat the inside out, eating Chinese food, accepting donations from foreign countries, and smearing China.
His old man doesn’t want to see you again.”
Chen Cai: "Senior brother, I respectfully call you senior brother. If you are dissatisfied with me, you can talk about other things as you please. Don't talk nonsense about this matter."
Xie Fu's eldest son turned his head and said: "This means that now is a peaceful era, and the country condones you."
"Otherwise, I will sneak you into the military camp and shoot you for ten minutes."
"What a fucking bitch."
Chen Cai is also a social person. With so many colleagues present, he smiled when he was scolded like this: "I don't know which bastard is spreading it. Don't let me know who it is."
"Damn it if you sow discord between our senior fellow apprentices."
…
Han Zhou entered the ward and couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw Director Xie's current state.
We haven't seen each other since the Spring Festival. It seems that Director Xie has aged more than ten years in the past few months.
Originally, Director Xie was about to retire, and his children all around him had their own jobs, so no one else noticed that his health had suddenly deteriorated so much.
But Director Xie got up and looked in the mirror every day, and he probably knew a month or two earlier that he couldn't hold on anymore.
Xie Fu raised his old, saggy-skinned hands.
Qiao Yushan knelt directly on the bedside, holding Xie Fu's hand in both hands.
Xie Fu had a tube inserted in his nose and his voice was very weak: "Qiao... Qiao, cough, ah, still."
Qiao Yushan burst into tears: "I'm okay, I'm okay, just lie down."
"When you feel better, I'll play chess with you."
Xie Fu made a strange noise in his throat, and then said intermittently: "Okay...it won't get better..., you, don't go to...that...that broken...broken theater, go...go...make a movie..."
Okay, ah."
Qiao Yushan lowered his head, his forehead resting on the edge of the bed, and his tears soaked the already wet sheets.
Xie Fu: "You... are just... too laid-back... temperamental... cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
"I……"
Qiao Yushan was anxious and pressed the button hurriedly.
The nurse was behind me and came forward: "It's okay, it's okay, just tell me."
Seeing that the nurse was there, Qiao Yushan calmed down and continued to listen.
Xie Fu moved his eyes and looked at Han Zhou.
Han Zhou could probably tell that Director Xie couldn't see clearly where he was now, because he seemed to be looking this way, but not at his face.
Xie Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "This...this, you..."
Han Zhou: "Let me help him make a movie?"
Xie Fu's chin clicked slightly.
Han Zhou nodded solemnly: "Okay."
Han Zhou forced himself to squat down and smile: "I originally planned to invite you to play Zhang Sanfeng in "The Sky", but now I may have to wait for you to take care of me."
Xie Fu coughed a few times: "I, look at you...hey..."
As he spoke, he began to exhale deeply again, seemingly short of breath.
Xie Fu frowned, feeling very painful, and then continued: "Go and find the boss, he has something... for you."
Han Zhou squatted on the bedside: "You have a good rest, we still have the third part of the Founding of the People's Republic of China trilogy to shoot."
Xie Fu smiled: "Let...let Han Si...ah Si...take the pictures...take the pictures yourself."
"I have to go."
"you you……"
Han Zhou nodded: "I understand, making a main theme movie."
Xie Fu was satisfied: "Just...it depends...it depends on you."
Behind the two men, Xie Fu's daughter started crying again, unable to cry anymore.
Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou: "You...you...you two...give it to me, give it to me..."
Qiao Yushan was already crying: "What do you want?"
Han Zhou was unsure and asked: "Carry the coffin?"
Xie Fu nodded his chin with satisfaction: "Yes."
It seems that Director Xie regards himself and Qiao Yushan as his successors.
Xie Fu looked at his daughter in confusion: "Han Si... Si..."
Han Zhou: "My fourth uncle just fainted. Now he's awake. He's in the emergency ward for a checkup...he hasn't come over yet."
Xie Fu coughed: "Then... then forget it..."
"Ah, my name is Shanshan...Shanshan...and Ernazi...cough."
Han Zhou stood up and took a deep breath: "Thank you, director. Goodbye."
Qiao Yushan burst into tears.
I saw Xie Fu's fingers pulling outward, signaling the two of them to go, go do your own thing, go your own way, go.
People were coming and going in this ICU, which was originally not allowed to enter.
Han Zhou walked out of the ICU, raised his right hand, and slapped his forehead three times with the palm of his hand.
Then he pinched his temples with his thumb and little finger, and rubbed his hair with his palms.
Walking out, Han Zhou sighed.
I met Director Xie for the last time.
I waited outside, and at ten o'clock, the nurse began to rush people away for the third time.
Han Zhou and others had no choice but to leave.
Xie Fu's eldest son took everyone to dinner.
No one refused.
During the meal, Qiao Yushan drank loudly and became very drunk.
Han Zhou remained silent and drank some.
Xie Fu's eldest son found Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, my sister said, the old man asked you to carry his coffin?"
Han Zhou nodded.
Xie Fu’s eldest son: “Leave a phone number for easy contact.”
"The old man has something for you. I'll get it for you tomorrow when I'm free."
At eight o'clock the next morning, Han Zhou received the news that Director Xie had left.
According to specifications, Director Xie was a serving soldier twenty years ago. Forty years ago, he participated in the frontline condolences to the Banana Nation war as a member of the cultural troupe, was injured, won three national medals, and had a huge social status.
Influence, so it is reasonable to arrange to enter Babaoshan.
Han Zhou wanted to join the funeral team, so he drove to Babaoshan where the mourning hall was arranged.
Here, Han Zhou received what Director Xie left for him.
A set of diaries.
To be precise, it is a photographic diary.
Since Director Xie first started working in the film industry decades ago, everything he learned, every new lens he used, every technique he used, and every movie he watched and his thoughts were all written down in it.
It took forty-five years to write.
Forty-five years is so heavy.
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