Of course, Lou Jianjun, Fang Dongbai and others also knew about the news about the 70th anniversary gift film.
In fact, they actually know more than Li Yi.
At the same time, I also hope that Li Yi can make a tribute film with the main theme that suits the occasion.
To this end, they also helped Li Yi collect many scripts.
Among them are many works by famous artists.
But after Li Yi read it, he didn't like any of them.
It's not that these scripts are bad, but because Li Yi really doesn't dare to shoot them rashly.
After all, at this time, he cannot afford to ruin his own brand, right?
Li Yi originally thought about whether reading those notebooks could trigger the memory of one or two movies. As a result, the unreliable Golden Finger was really unreliable.
not a single one!
This made him a little depressed.
If you don’t come when it’s time to come, there’s really no way this thing is accurate.
In the next few days, Li Yi still had no clue.
It was after attending the cocktail party held by China Film Group that day.
Soon several film and television companies announced plans for gift films.
There are as many as six films released so far, and half of them are war-themed films, including anti-war films, films with counterattack backgrounds, and films with the background of the resistance period.
There are also several films about major historical events of the Republic.
It can be said that this year, as the 70th anniversary, everyone has anchored on the gift film.
On the other hand, there was no movement at all from Li Yi's side.
In fact, he has also recently been reviewing some old theme-themed war movies, but unfortunately, Goldfinger is still not here.
Li Yi was also quite helpless!
"What? You don't have a clue about the gift film yet?" Mu Qing naturally knew what Li Yi was upset about.
"Yeah, my mind is blank, I have no clue at all!" Li Yi shook his head helplessly.
"How about we go for a walk? Maybe it will inspire you?" Mu Qing suggested.
Extremely quiet and thoughtful, Li Yi actually had this idea too.
"But where to go?" Li Yi asked.
"Emmm, why don't you go climb the Great Wall?" Mu Qing thought for a while and asked, her eyes suddenly brightening.
"It's okay, go get close to the Great Wall, feel the years, and witness history!" Li Yi smiled and nodded.
The two of them went on a spontaneous trip.
There are a lot of people on the Great Wall in early spring. In other words, there are not many other scenic spots in China, but there are really many people.
Suddenly, Li Yi was attracted by a figure.
An old man with silver hair stood on the Great Wall with tears streaming down his face.
While she was stroking the wall full of vicissitudes of time, she walked forward with tears constantly falling down her face. Under the setting sun, she outlined an extremely special scene.
Suddenly, the silver-haired old man stopped, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by something.
Li Yi followed her line of sight and saw a teacher holding a flag and leading a group of primary school students singing the "Young Pioneers Song"!
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Li Yi's mind, and a very ancient movie scene appeared in his mind.
What's strange is that it actually mirrors the scene in front of me.
That's a very special movie!
Suddenly Li Yi saw a familiar figure appearing next to the silver-haired old man.
"Huh?" Li Yi couldn't help but exclaimed.
Because that familiar figure was none other than Zhao Guangming, the chairman of Huaying Group, whom Li Yi had just met a few days ago.
Li Yi took Mu Qing and walked over.
"Director Zhao, what a coincidence?" Li Yi stepped forward and asked with a smile.
"Director Li? Director Mu? What a coincidence! Come to climb the Great Wall?" Zhao Guangming obviously did not expect to meet Li Yi and Mu Qing here.
"Yeah, let's get close to the Great Wall, feel the years, witness history, and find inspiration by the way. Who is this?" Li Yi looked at the silver-haired old man and asked doubtfully.
Because the silver-haired old man's eyes seemed a little dull, and he just looked at the children in the distance dreamily.
"This is my mother!" Zhao Guangming glanced at the silver-haired old man and said.
"Ah? Auntie, this is..." Li Yi was a little surprised.
"She is old and doesn't remember much!" Zhao Guangming looked at his mother and sighed.
"Then why bring her here?" Li Yi was a little confused.
"She must climb the Great Wall at this time every year. This is her obsession. It has been like this every year for decades!" Zhao Guangming sighed.
Li Yi and Mu Qing looked at each other, but neither of them expected that Zhao Guangming's mother would look like this.
However, it seems that he is an old man with a story.
At this moment, the old man suddenly broke away from Zhao Guangming's support and ran wildly in one direction.
Scared, Zhao Guangming and Li Yi quickly chased after them.
The old man suddenly stopped.
With tears streaming down his face, he knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
But it attracted a lot of people's attention.
An old man with silver hair, kneeling here and crying loudly, would make people feel strange.
A child with a windmill in his hand trotted up to the old man, then stretched out his hand and handed the windmill to Zhao Guangming's mother.
"Grandma, don't cry, don't cry, I'll give you my windmill to play with!" The child's innocent eyes were full of concern.
I don’t know if it was the child’s clear eyes and concern that touched Zhao Guangming’s mother. She even forgot to cry for a moment. She took the windmill and watched it turning with the wind. She became obsessed for a moment.
At this time, the child's parents came over.
"Xiaobao, what are you doing? I told you not to run around!" the child's mother said angrily.
"Mom, Mom, grandma cried so sadly. Xiaobao gave the windmill to grandma, and grandma stopped crying. Did Xiaobao do the right thing?" The little boy looked at his mother expectantly and asked.
"Yes, Xiaobao did the right thing! Our little baby is the most well-behaved and sensible." Xiaobao's mother hugged her son and affirmed with a smile.
Then he glanced at Zhao Guangming's mother in confusion, then looked at Zhao Guangming and asked: "Is she..."
Zhao Guangming said quickly: "I'm sorry, thank you, kid! My mother is old, here..."
Zhao Guangming thanked the children and explained to Xiaobao's mother.
"You're welcome, uncle!" Xiaobao said seriously.
"Xiaobao, let's go!" Xiaobao's parents shouted.
Xiaobao looked at the silver-haired old lady who was still looking at the windmill dreamily. She stopped crying. Then she waved to Zhao Guangming, Li Yi and the others: "Uncle, aunt, grandma, goodbye!"
"Mom, I'm home!" Zhao Guangming said, supporting his old mother.
"Go home?" His mother asked, looking at Zhao Guangming blankly.
"Well, we're going home!" Zhao Guangming said.
Zhao Guangming supported his old mother, and Li Yi and Mu Qing followed behind, accompanying Zhao Guangming to send his mother back.
In the car, Zhao Guangming's mother, when she passed by Tiananmen Square, looked out the car window, but for some reason, she burst into tears again.
However, she did not make any noise, but cried quietly.
