Zhang Hong had just seen off Sun Zheng and Liu Yishou not long ago. At this moment, he was chatting with several old men while eating, watching a drama, and then listening to them reminisce about the past.
As the ending song ended, an old man took a sip of his home-brewed rice wine and chewed a crunchy peanut with his dentures.
"Okay, this is similar to what Brother Lai Sheng said back then. Sure enough, it was right to find you to film this movie!"
Although the old man is almost 90 years old, Zhang Hong is still filming with an iron palm and grinning: "I have watched "Blood Youth", and the acting was good! Speaking of which, the character you played is somewhat similar to Brother Lai Sheng.
wonderful!"
Grandma Lu Yingzi put down a plate of freshly made fried shrimps with green peppers, pursed her lips and chuckled: "It would be great if this drama was filmed and Brother Laisheng could see it."
She looked at Zhang Hong: "Xiao Hong, don't blame grandma for being impatient. How do you plan to film this drama?"
Zhang Hong had already prepared.
He snapped his fingers, and Li Muqing took out several scripts written by Zhang Hong from his designer bag and handed them over.
Zhang Hong took it and gave a portion to each of the elderly people.
Several old people also put on reading glasses hanging around their necks, squinted their eyes and read impatiently under the light.
Zhang Hong sipped the rice wine he was not used to drinking with confidence.
He had already learned the general situation from Liu Yishou and the others in advance, and understood that these old people were missing their comrades in the past, perhaps the grandfather in the next life.
So they wanted to make a TV series to commemorate him.
Then your prediction is correct.
People who have passed away will become more perfect with the passage of time.
So give them a Yan Shuangying!
But facing these old men who had actually been on the battlefield, Zhang Hong had already figured out how to explain that this was just for artistic effect when they raised questions.
Is it shameful to film a war drama just to make money?
No shame!
But he never expected that the old people didn't question it.
There was even an old man who made a disdainful sound after reading the script:
"That's it?"
Zhang Hong: "???"
What does "just this" mean?
These are Yan Shuangying, my Lord!
It’s Yan Shuangying, the protagonist of the martial arts drama who accidentally got into the Anti-Japanese War movie!
Isn't this enough? Then I'll add some "Wolf Warrior" as an ingredient.
Otherwise, forget about the American team from the previous life’s “American anti-German drama”.
Seeing that Zhang Hong didn't seem to understand, the old man smiled and said: "Son, although I can't understand the script, your story is pretty good."
The old man first expressed his approval, but then immediately expressed doubts.
"But...it's just that the main character you wrote is so mediocre, or a bit mediocre."
He was still very considerate of Zhang Hong: "I know you don't want to write something too real, but there's no need to deliberately make the protagonist look like an ordinary person for the sake of artistry, right?"
Zhang Hong: "..."
Wai Bi Wai Bi?
Waibibabu?
Did Mr. Zhang hear it wrong, or did you say it wrong, old man?
Yan Shuangying is so ordinary?!
Then we have no choice but to prevent Yan Shuangying and Leng Feng from merging.
Seeing Zhang Hong's eyes widening, the old man began to educate him on science.
"We all fought together with Brother Laisheng and the platoon leader. We have achieved first-class collective merit!"
Zhang Hong stood in awe: "First-class merit?"
This is not something ordinary people can do.
The old man drank a glass of rice wine with him and said happily: "No! We raided the Fuso 617 regiment headquarters. We followed Brother Laisheng to form an infiltration team and went back to the enemy's rear. We first annihilated a security squad, and then we continued
Penetrating in depth."
Taking another sip of rice wine happily, the old man became animated: "Later, our platoon encountered a company of enemy troops, but when they saw that we not only refused to surrender, they dared to resist! We just wiped them out."
After that, the twelve of us soldiers followed Brother Laisheng and continued to penetrate deeper. As we walked, suddenly there was an extra person in the team!
We will take him prisoner!
Brother Laisheng understood the Fusang language, so he interrogated him.
That little devil was the messenger. When he saw us marching toward the rear in a swagger, he thought that our next brother was some high-ranking official, so he came over to try to get acquainted with each other.
Then we interrogated and found out the regiment's defense and passwords.
Then we touched it."
Zhang Hong scratched his cheek: "Then you guys detected the movements of the enemy's regiment and waited for the reinforcements to arrive before annihilating them?"
"No!" the old man waved his hands and said disdainfully, "We just put on makeup and went in. After giving the password, the little Japanese sentry asked for the serial number. When Brother Laisheng came up, he was a big talker! He also cursed 'eight'
Ga'! Then they let us in."
Zhang Hong: "..."
Ah, this... is really too much to complain about.
But it's not over yet.
"It was already late at night. After we entered, we divided our troops into four groups and started working in groups of three! My two brothers and I annihilated the Japanese guard platoon, and the second group took over the Japanese regiment headquarters.
The third group blew up their iron tanks and trucks, and the fourth group fought guerrillas! Then they thought we had a large army behind them, so they all surrendered. It was only a few hours later that our large army arrived to take in the prisoners."
Zhang Hong: "..."
Three people annihilating a platoon?
Thirteen men captured a regiment?
What the hell...
"Yan Shuangying" and "War Wolf" per capita?
These old men wouldn't suddenly pull out their guns and ask if they want to see their brains...
Zhang Hong's decision to go back is like the penance of the scriptwriters of the Anti-Japanese War drama.
This is even more exaggerated than written...
The old man was very satisfied with Zhang Hong's dumbfounded reaction.
He finished the rice wine in one gulp with satisfaction and patted Zhang Hong on the shoulder: "Young man, write boldly! It doesn't matter!"
He pinched Zhang Hong's shoulder and gave him a look.
Zhang Hong nodded to express his understanding, and then continued to accompany the old men to recall the glorious past.
Grandma Lu Yingzi smiled and sat watching them chat.
When Zhang Hong and the others were about to say goodbye after they had finished drinking and eating, she took Zhang Hong's hand and stuffed a bank card containing her life savings of one million into it, and said warmly: "My child, I'm all in charge of you."
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Zhang Hong smiled back: "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task!"
Several old men also left with Zhang Hong and the others, leaving only Lu Yingzi and the nanny to stay and clean.
Zhang Hong supported the old man just now and followed everyone out of the alley.
Halfway through, the old man looked back and saw that Lu Yingzi did not follow him, so he stopped and took Zhang Hong's hand, with a rare serious expression: "Son, there were some things that we couldn't mention in front of Yingzi.
, let’s talk to you now.”
Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly: "If you have anything to do, please give me your instructions."
The old man took out a panda eye from his pocket, pinched off the sponge filter, lit it, and slowly took a sip before saying: "I want to tell you about Brother Lai Sheng. This is also a worry for us old guys."
Zhang Hong's eyes flashed, and he secretly said that the real drama was coming.
The old man sighed, half raising his head and staring at the street lamp, as if reminiscing about the past: "Brother Laisheng's name is Wei Laisheng, he is a scholar who later joined our platoon."
"At that time, our platoon was composed of young men in the 16th and 17th grade, and they were not originally considered regular soldiers. But if we refused to leave, there was no other way in terms of organization, so our platoon leader Jia Shen was appointed to lead us.
We found Brother Laisheng when we approached the enemy's door. He was white, clean, and polite. He said he was a scholar from the south. He said he wrote fantasy. He often taught us some strange knowledge. Just you.
He said that the beating robot in the photo might be able to be built in the future."
"Yingzi was not yet sixteen at the time, and Brother Laisheng regarded her as a younger sister and even made sweets for her. But we can see that Yingzi liked Brother Laisheng.
I remember that it was probably a few days before we drove the Japs into the sea. We were ordered to defend the enemy's final counterattack. At that time, the Japs went crazy and started a suicide attack. Platoon Leader Jia wanted to cut off the rear and let us retreat.
Brother Laisheng asked him to go, and the platoon leader agreed, but..."
The old man's eyes filled with tears: "In the end, my brother never came back again."
Zhang Hong lowered his head and remained silent.
The old man wiped his face and continued: "Because Brother Laisheng said that after the war is over in the future, the country will definitely build a monument. Then he will take everyone to see the monument. Yingzi will stay here and never get married in his life."
"There is also the platoon leader. He is older than us and has regretted it his whole life. He often said that it would be better if he refused to give birth to his brother and then went to divorce himself."
The old man took out a bank card and stuffed it into Zhang Hong's hand, then held his hand tightly: "There are more than four million in it. We old guys saved it by frugality, and I will give it all to you."
.Our platoon leader is in the hospital, and his disease can actually be cured, but... we want him to get rid of this obsession and get treatment, and stop feeling guilty.
And Yingzi, she has been waiting all her life..."
As he said that, he took out another package and stuffed it into Zhang Hong's arms: "Here are all the things we recalled about Brother Afterlife, as well as the original certificates and military medals. My child, I'll leave it all to you."
He wanted to bow, but Zhang Hong quickly stopped him.
He didn't refuse the bank card in his hand, but he didn't accept the other party's courtesy either.
After helping the old man up, Zhang Hong looked unusually serious: "Don't worry, I will make this movie a success! This is my promise as a Chinese man!"
Yan Shuangying?
Wolf warrior?
No, there is no need to take pictures of these.
He already had a rough idea and just wanted to go back and perfect the script.