Chapter 214 It turns out that this is soft science fiction
The three-minute plot was reversed in an instant.
It was originally unremarkable, but because of a small stone, it triggered a big guess.
Audiences are increasingly interested.
Jackie Chan touched his chin and lowered his voice: "Tell me, what will happen later?"
Donnie Yen beside him shook his head: "If I could guess it, I could be a screenwriter. And it seems that the rest of the drama will be like this. There must be a twist."
Chen He and Deng Chao were also beeping quietly.
"Brother Chao, sister-in-law didn't tell you any spoilers?"
"No, I didn't know anything about it. I just said that I was looking forward to it." Deng Chao still stared at the big screen: "But don't you think it's interesting?"
"It's interesting. I feel like I'm taking a very profound class, but because of the plot, I can still hear it in my head. It's amazing."
"Brother Chao, keep your voice down." Xiaolu suddenly said.
Several people also stopped chatting and continued watching the movie.
"That painting by Wu Daozi!" Roland said suddenly.
"Oh, he gave it to me himself. At that time, my name was Liu Qing, also known as Zisang, and I was a businessman selling paintings." Leslie Cheung said directly.
The audience sighed when they heard this. It turned out that it was foreshadowing. A few people even clapped lightly and immediately stopped.
There are also two versions here. The version sent to Berlin is an oil painting by Van Gogh.
"The merchant who sells paintings!"
"That's right, he often came to my place to buy silk and paint. We went back and forth and became friends. We often discussed Cai Yong, Cui Yuan, Gu Kaizhi..."
The virtuous Sun Li used the kitchen to heat some of the food she had brought over and placed it casually on the coffee table.
"I don't understand why you can't remember where you came from?" Zhang Yan asked.
Leslie Cheung sat down, took a sip of red wine, and crossed his legs indifferently: "Where did you live when you were five years old?"
"My grandma's house."
"Does your mother take you to the park?"
"Will do!"
"Where is the park, I mean relative to your home."
"Hmm...I don't know." The little girl shook her head.
"How far?"
"Five hundred meters, almost!" She was not sure.
"Do you still remember any reference points?" Leslie Cheung kept asking.
"There's a toy store? And there's a lot of open space."
"If you go back now? Will it be the same?"
"No? It must be different? They used to be old houses, and they have all been demolished."
"What is the vicissitudes of life? That's what it actually means." Leslie Cheung looked at everyone: "Because it has become completely different. The place where I was born was a plain? New things are emerging in an endless stream? Forests? Mountains? Permafrost? Canyons?
This is what I remember, but what I see is the highway and the city.
And time has changed? You are twenty years old this year. Fifteen years have been unrecognizable to you. What about one hundred and fifteen years? What about fifteen hundred years? What about fourteen thousand years?"
Everyone was silent, what he said made sense.
"You have to leave now!" Andy Lau was very involved.
"Like I just said? Whenever people start to realize that I don't age, I have to leave!"
"So? You need to change your identity, plan for the next ten years, and start adapting again."
"I have done this countless times, starting from the tribe, even pretending to be my own son," Leslie Cheung pointed at his face: "Oh, you are Lao Zhang's son and an engineer. He is a good man, just like this,
Can avoid a lot of trouble!
Of course, I also messed up and was imprisoned for a year during the Qing Dynasty. I will never forget it."
"Then when did you come to the United States?"
"After Van Gogh died in 1890, I had been wandering."
The audience suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. Indeed, if in China, the neighborhood committee aunts would find out that you have a problem, in the United States, it seems to make sense!
"This may not be a good idea," Leslie Cheung said with a complicated expression, "I want to say goodbye to you in my true identity!"
Again, if he is not literate enough, even if he says this, everyone will probably laugh it off.
But if the culture is enough, it will trigger more thinking.
Especially everyone present is a professor who has grown up with modern education and teaches students with science.
Jiang Haowen thought he had found a breakthrough. He picked up the chisel again and said, "Since you have lived for fourteen thousand years, have you left anything like this?"
Leslie Cheung picked up a pen and said: "If you lived, a hundred, no, a thousand years, would you still carry this with you?
Why do you want to save it?
Honoring your origins?
You don't even realize the concept of origin,
It will definitely be lost.
So, take the chisel knife and give it to you!"
Leslie Cheung seemed a little angry and carried two boxes out of the house. He would leave overnight tonight, while Sun Li was helping.
There were five people left in the room.
The plot has temporarily slowed down at this point. Andy Lau is on the phone, and the others are half-convinced. No, to be precise, they are 100% convinced and 90% doubtful.
When the lonely man and the widow arrived outside the door, Sun Li took the initiative: "You know what, I love you."
"Yes, I know!" Leslie Cheung replied directly.
"So?" Sun Li obviously wanted an answer.
"I care about you very much," Leslie Cheung looked at her: "But you know the answer now."
"Do you really think you are a caveman? Or is this your way of saying no?" Sun Li was helpless.
"What do you think?"
Sun Li kicked the pebbles under her feet: "Can you love me, or do you no longer believe in love?"
"I have experienced it too many times," Leslie Cheung's expression was very sincere, and the sunlight passed through the treetops and hit his face: "I like you. If what I say is true, you and your child will grow old.
But I won’t and will leave.”
"So what?" Sun Li walked over.
"I can't promise you forever."
"How far is forever?"
A man and a woman were sitting in the back of the car holding hands, no longer talking, but looking into the distance.
The audience also had a question in their mind.
After living for fourteen thousand years, how many relationships have you experienced?
My beloved wife dies of old age, my son, my daughter, my grandchildren...
It's torture indeed.
Not daring to accept love is actually a kind of protection for the person you like. It is not just sadness, it turns long-term pain into short-term pain.
Since then, everyone has understood what soft science fiction is, and why the movie can be filmed in twenty days, and no longer expect the piupiupiu alien Ultraman to appear.
But, the interest is still there.
Earlier, he had already said in a vague way that he had met Wu Daozi and almost went on a great voyage with Columbus.
Those familiar historical figures are presented in this way, which feels particularly novel, and I am naturally looking forward to the plot that follows.