Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 303 Main Theme Movie Milestone
The camera switches to focus on the disaster relief team led by Hu Jun.

The convoys advanced with difficulty. The soldiers endured the journey with fear and urgency and barely arrived at the outskirts of Tangshan.

The appearance of my hometown has been completely overturned, and the smoke and dust linger for a long time.

It was as if a thick gray veil covered their faces, making everyone feel strange and suffocated.

Going further in, the broken walls and ruins looked like hideous monsters, drooling and extending their tentacles of purgatory towards them.

The originally flat road surface became riddled with holes, with cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web. Some places were high and bulging, while others were deeply sunken. There was almost no intact piece.

Sun Chao, a soldier from Tangshan who was driving Hu Jun, cried, "Battalion Commander! Where is this place? I can't find my home!"

Hu Junhong shook his head with red eyes. He had lived here for decades and was familiar with everything here.

But everything in front of him now seemed so unfamiliar to him.

Sun Chao staggered out of the cockpit like a madman. Before he could feel hopeless, an anxious voice came from the side.

"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! Can you save my daughter? She's in the ruins over there!"

An old father with a pale face almost knelt in front of Sun Chao, his eyes were bloodshot and his hands were covered in blood.

The fleeting close-up flashes across the screen, continuing to destroy the audience's tear glands.

"Fellow countryman! We still need to continue our journey to the epicenter. Please wait for the other teams behind us!"

Sun Chao forced himself to suppress the grief in his heart, turned around and prepared to get in the car, but when he turned around, he saw that the battalion commander had been grabbed by his sister-in-law's arm.

Zhou Xun was obviously deeply stimulated by the scene before him.

She held onto Hu Jun tightly, her knuckles protruding, veins bulging, and eyes bloodshot.

Zhou Xun sobbed almost word by word, "We've been married for so long, and I've never thought of taking advantage of you, and I've never asked you for anything."

"I just want you to send someone to rescue my dad."

"Just this once, okay?"

Mr. Hu was an extremely chauvinistic person. He frowned and was about to say something when suddenly the communicator came jogging over.

"report!"

"Our superiors have ordered us to rush to the Douhe Reservoir immediately. There is a risk of a dam breach!"

"Be careful." Without any hesitation, Hu Jun said this, turned around and got on the military vehicle to rush to the Douhe Reservoir in the northwest of Tangshan to provide assistance.

The Douhe Reservoir is approximately triangular in shape, with the Yanshan Mountains to the north and southeast and an artificial dam to the southwest.

The dam is about 2390 meters long. On one side of the dam there are water-control iron bulls and a flood discharge outlet, and on the other end you can see the Tangshan Power Plant.

Cracks have now appeared in the dam. If the reservoir breaks, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Since the communication facilities and power control facilities were destroyed in the earthquake, only the hand winch in the winch room remained.

The only way to open the two 40-ton gates is to manually crank the winch.

This arduous task was assigned to the soldiers of Hu Jun's battalion headquarters and the 8th Company of the Anti-aircraft Artillery Regiment directly under the Peking Military Region.

Zhou Xun watched him walk away with a look of despair, leaving only a light word of comfort for herself.

She was filled with hatred! Her nails, already trimmed very short, dug deep into her palms.

Xiao Anhui dealt with the roadblocks and asked everyone to get in the car.

Zhou Xun had to face reality and followed the troops to the epicenter. His father Li Xuejian was still there.

There are also Xiaojia and his wife and their children.

As if she had lost her soul, Zhou Xun was jolted along the military vehicle, with sobs rising and falling in the carriage.

I don’t know how long we drove, but Xiao Anhui suddenly stopped the car.

Zhou Xun stared blankly at an old man with cracked lips on the side of the road, who was carrying a corpse on his back.

She knew it was a body because one of his legs seemed to be missing, but it lay motionless on his shoulder.

Little Anhui ran over and asked, "Uncle, where are you going?"

The old man's face was blurred, a mixture of black dust, snot, and tears: "Go home, go home..."

"Is this your son?"

"Ah."

"he..."

"died."

Xiao Anhui suppressed his grief and said, "Uncle, get in the car. We are going to the city."

The old man's eyes finally regained some spirit: "Okay, let's go."

His words were terrifyingly calm and tear-jerking, reflecting the most authentic facial features of people after a disaster.

There was no crying or hysteria, just walking like a zombie towards the anchor point in my heart.

The carriage kept stopping and starting along the way, and it became more and more full.

Some were bringing their dead relatives home, some were kindhearted people who came to provide disaster relief on their own initiative, and some were survivors from nearby counties.

Regardless of life or death, everyone now has only one thought.

Come back home.

Han Shanping, who was in the audience, was also a director of Emei Film Studio in his early years. He has been immersed in the film industry for many years and can naturally see the three-line narrative of this work.

Among the three lines of the Lukuan version of "The Tangshan Earthquake", the theme of the Songjia line is disaster, and the theme of the Zhouxun line is going home.

What is the theme of Hu Jun’s line?

How will the three lines intertwine?

The camera cuts away, about to give him the answer.

Hu Jun led his troops to the front to rush to the aid of Douhe Reservoir and was about to arrive near Douhe Dam.

The truck drove onto the bridge and suddenly there was a violent shaking without any warning.

The driver's subjective perspective brought by handheld photography made the audience shudder when seen on the 4K big screen and the giant screen in the stadium.

Only the audience who were familiar with the disaster knew that this was the arrival of the subsequent aftershock with a magnitude of 7!

The screen enters a parallel montage, explaining at the same time the Tangshan epicenter and Hu Junying's camp risking their lives marching in front of the Douhe Dam.

The extremely realistic special effects show the city shaking like a carpet under the aftershocks in every detail, and the people of Tangshan, the epicenter, are once again caught in a painful struggle.

On the other side, the camera closes up at Mr. Hu who is sitting in the passenger seat. For the first time since he appeared in the movie, his face looks hideous and he almost loses his mind!
"Step on the gas! Push harder! Push harder!"

The bridge was shaking due to the aftershocks, and Sun Chao almost stepped on the accelerator and broke the bottom of the car. The military vehicle was like a mad bull that had lost its mind. It escaped narrowly before the bridge broke and the military vehicle fell into the river.

There were knowledgeable viewers present who realized that this was the spiritual core of the so-called main theme, combined with the expressive techniques of Hollywood blockbusters.

The rescue of the Douhe River is a true historical event, but with the audience's breathtaking special effects and thrilling camera language, even foreigners who don't know this history can still regard it as an excellent disaster blockbuster.

Hu Jun breathed a sigh of relief after getting off the car. The cold sweat on his forehead and the rolling throat showed a hint of cowardice of this soldier in the face of natural disasters.

This part was questioned during the review, as it was considered to vilify the image of soldiers, but it was finally passed with great difficulty.

The reason given by the crew is that the film should portray human nature realistically. Even brave warriors who risk their lives should be allowed to have the irresistible fear in human nature when facing natural disasters.

Without any delay, Hu Jun led a dozen soldiers who jumped off the military vehicle and rushed to the winch room.

The camera moves to a bird's-eye view, and the Douhe River Bridge has been completely destroyed. The remaining support troops can only turn around and take a detour.

The dozen or so soldiers led by Hu Jun had no way to retreat.

Under this meaningful camera language, Boss Lu’s old fans seemed to have realized something.

The winch room is directly above the flood discharge channel, and there is a huge gate at your feet.

But the soldiers are now faced with a huge problem: the outer wall of the winch room has cracked layer by layer and seems to be at risk of collapse at any time.

If we don't go in and crank the winch, the Douhe Dam will burst and flood the entire reservoir area, and the Tangshan Power Plant will be paralyzed, which will be extremely detrimental to subsequent disaster relief and production recovery.

But if you go in and shake the winch, according to the current situation, the winch room is at risk of collapse at any time.

Although it was just a bungalow and the fall did not seem too fatal, there was a dam of more than 40 meters under the winch house, and everyone was in danger of falling into the endless abyss.

The camera paused for a few seconds, giving the audience time to think about the situation, but Mr. Hu in the camera did not hesitate at all, and decisively turned around and ordered:

"Play in groups of four, and replace them when you run out of energy."

He didn't say what to do if there was a collapse, and the soldiers seemed to have forgotten to think about it. They just watched with red eyes as the first group of comrades entered the winch room.

Mr. Hu is in the lead.

The people of Laotangshan and the audience who are familiar with the history of this earthquake know that the Douhe Reservoir was eventually forcibly rescued, which was a happy ending.

But at this point in the plot, the audience was still extremely worried, staring at the dilapidated building with bated breath, feeling their heart beating wildly and their breathing becoming rapid.

"One two one!"

"One two one!"

The scorching heat made everyone sweat profusely. Even the four soldiers, including Hu Jun, tried their best and could only shake it twenty times in a row.

The winch lifts the gate 1 centimeter every time it turns 6 times. At this speed, it will take at least hours to fully open the gate.

The four-person team rotated three times, and almost everyone was exhausted.

Hu Jun, who took turns entering the winch room again, led everyone in shouting slogans.

"Fighting at Pingxingguan, hey! The enemy is terrified, hey!"

"Crossing the Yalu River, hey! Shedding blood on neighboring countries, hey!"

"The battle flag is stained red with blood, hey! Our reputation spreads across the world, hey!"

These are the glorious historical achievements of the 38th Army, known as the Long Live Army, especially the Tokugawa Campaign during the Korean War, and the interspersed sniping in Samsoli and Yongwonli.

The soldiers were fearless and completed the arduous strategic deployment with great excellence.

Slogans and shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

The passion and excitement that echoed in the cold wind shocked and moved countless audiences to tears.

Lu Kuan's editing seemed to have grasped the audience's pulse perfectly. Before their excitement could calm down, another thrilling plot came to them!

The concrete slab on the roof of the winch room collapsed!

Before Hu Junxia could even shout out a slogan, his right shoulder and the back of his neck were smashed into a bloody mess.

The soldiers looked back with bloodshot eyes.

"battalion commander!"

"battalion commander!"

Hu Jun's face was filled with agony for a moment, but his hands continued to move: "Keep going! You won't die!"

"Blood-stained... the battle flag is red! Hey!"

The three soldiers inside and outside the winch room suppressed their violently fluctuating emotions, tears mixed with blood, and continued to follow Hu Jun's slogans.

"My name is known all over the world! Hey!"

The screen shook violently again, and the leaders, guests, Jing Tian, ​​Zhou Xun and others in the front row who wanted to maximize the audio-visual effect couldn't help but sit up straight, their faces pale!
Even the strongest man could not withstand the continuous heavy blows. Hu Jun's right calf was hit by the gravel and he fell to his knees on the ground.

The black-faced battalion commander and another soldier both screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

Sun Chao and the other two hurriedly dragged them out and frantically tore off strips of cloth to bandage their wounds.

The other four people lingered for a moment to glance at their beloved black-faced battalion commander, then rushed into the winch room one after another, even though the crumbling walls were already too unbearable to look at.

Jing Tian in the audience could no longer hold back and burst into tears, tears streaming down her face.

No one looked at her, no one paid attention to her, because the entire stadium was engulfed in a sea of ​​tears.

At this moment, in front of the screens across China, no one can escape the collapse of their tear glands.

The camera zooms out to the epicenter of the earthquake in Tangshan, downstream of the Douhe Dam, in the dilapidated winch house, and in front of countless ruins and broken walls.

Figures in Type 65 grass-green military uniforms were constantly bustling around the disaster relief site.

In front of the winch room, Mr. Hu was still lying on the yellow earth, his life or death unknown.

At this moment, all the audiences who attended the press conference of the crew of "Tangshan Earthquake" in front of the earthquake resistance monument thought of the inscription in their minds.

More than 100,000 PLA ​​soldiers rushed through the night and arrived in the city first. They risked their own lives to eliminate dangers and save people, cleared the land and built houses. Their achievements are unparalleled!
In two of the three narrative lines, the protagonists' life and death are unknown.

The camera switches to Zhou Xun, who will be the core narrative perspective. The three lines converge and enter the finale and climax of the last thirty minutes of the film.

At the same time that Hu Jun led his troops to support the Douhe Dam, Zhou Xun arrived in the city center at the epicenter along with the military vehicles.

She ran like crazy to the clinic where her father was, and was tripped by a piece of gravel.

The white arm that sister-in-law Song Jia envied so much suddenly started bleeding.

She ignored the pain and completely lost her usual calm demeanor. She avoided the broken walls and the wounded and continued walking along the route she remembered.

On the main roads in the city, green Jiefang brand trucks were lined up in a convoy, with occasional command vehicles passing by with sirens blaring to direct the movement.

The loudspeakers in the city center kept broadcasting various articles.

"father!"

Zhou Xun was shocked when he heard it. It was his father's voice!
She asked around and stumbled out of the studio, where she was stopped by two soldiers.

"What are you doing! Stop!"

Li Xuejian limped out with red eyes: "Xiao Xun!"

"Comrade, this is my daughter. Please let me out for a moment."

Zhou Xun hugged his father and cried bitterly. The emotions that had been suppressed for nearly twenty-four hours suddenly burst out, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Dad, did you escape?"

Li Xuejian asked curiously, "Where's Mr. Hu? Don't you know?"

"what?"

"When the earthquake struck, I was on duty at the health center. A group of us were waiting for help in the yard when Director Sun from the subdistrict office found me."

"It must be Mr. Hu who called him. He knew my legs were not in good condition and asked him to take care of me."

Some careful viewers recalled that after Hu Jun received instructions from his superiors at the battalion headquarters, he made several phone calls in an extremely fast manner.

Although the camera did not explain the specific content, the confusion has been solved now.

Zhou Xun squatted down, and caressed his father's right leg, which was disabled after being beaten ten years ago, with heartache, and cried uncontrollably!
He had already arranged it...

That taciturn, dark-faced man, that extremely chauvinistic and cold-blooded battalion commander, and that newlywed husband whom she once thought looked down upon her background.

Zhou Xun on the screen had completely lost the elegance and gentleness of a lady from a noble family. Her face was confused and she sat on the ground like a child, hugging her father's right leg and crying.

At this moment, she didn't know that outside the winch house more than ten kilometers away, on the yellow land scorched by the sun.

The cold-blooded husband in her eyes also lost his right leg and was accepting the judgment of fate without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The tearful audience vaguely realized that the leg of Zhou Xun's father, whose leg was wet with tears, was Hu Jun standing in front of the winch room.

It was just that Li Xuejian's disabled right leg was held in Zhou Xun's arms, and Hu Jun's figure entered the heart of the newlywed wife for the first time.

The righteousness of family and country and the personal love of children are intertwined in an extremely tearing and tear-jerking way.

Against the backdrop of history and disaster, it is difficult to say what mood the audience is in at this moment as they analyze this highly impactful plot in detail.

They only felt that after the blood, tears and mental pain of the first 90 minutes, a warm current and heat began to flow in their hearts.

This is also the tone set by the young director at the beginning of filming, which is to give hope to life and destiny without deliberately sensationalizing tragedy and tears.

Love is hope.

Zhou Xun burst into tears for a while, then suddenly stood up!

"Xiao Jia! Child!"

"Dad, I'm going to save Xiaojia and the child, take care of yourself!"

Li Xuejian's voice was hoarse, but he couldn't stop Zhou Xun who was running out of the door. He could only sigh deeply.

A soldier in green uniform passed Zhou Xun as he ran down the stairs and handed him a note.

"Doctor Li, these are the names of the three Tangshan-born soldiers of the 38th Army who just died. Please announce them and notify their families to come and claim them..."
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"Give it!"

Zhou Xun was drawn to two anxious cries. A few dozen meters away, several soldiers were running down the main road, carrying a pregnant woman, desperately trying to get her to a temporary medical station. Blocked by the throng, she frantically groped her way toward her sister-in-law's house.

At this moment, the petite bourgeois girl no longer cared about her demeanor and posture, and directly pushed aside the noisy and shouting crowd.

After finally passing the barracks of the medical base, we suddenly heard a baby crying.

The cry full of vigorous vitality was like a thunder, which slightly moved the numb crowd.

It also seems more like the clear cry of a young phoenix, bringing hope of nirvana to the world after all life has been exhausted.

Zhou Xun continued to rush forward, the wound on his arm opened again, and blood gushed out.

"Oh!"

At the corner, a little girl rushed out from somewhere. Her dirty little face was adorned with two black gemstone-like eyes, which made me feel pity for her.

"Auntie! I can't find my mom!"

Zhou Xun was extremely anxious, but he couldn't bear to leave her like this: "What's your name? What's your mother's name?"

"My name is Xiao Deng."

"My mother is called mother."

Xiaodeng is the little actor Xiaonan. Here Lu Kuan used the plot from the novel "Aftershock". The female character Fang Deng's nickname is Xiaodeng.

Love is hope, and light is also hope.

The purity and innocence of children can always heal everything, and children are the future of the country and the nation.

Zhou Xun was helpless but couldn't bear to abandon Xiao Deng, so he had no choice but to rush home with Xiao Deng.

After running for about half an hour, she finally returned to the downstairs of her sister and brother-in-law's house where she had last left it more than 30 hours ago.

"Auntie? Why don't you leave?"

Zhou Xun stroked her head and said, "We're home."

"Is this your home?"

"Yes, my family is down there."

Zhou Xun suppressed the fatigue from not sleeping for more than 30 hours, and only ate some military rations in the military vehicle.

She knew that Xiaojia, her brother-in-law, and the child were right under her feet, right in front of her.

"Xiao Deng, just stand aside and don't move."

Zhou Xun searched around for some tools with an expressionless face, and forced his numb body to move the ruins in front of him brick by brick.

One hour, two hours, three hours passed.

Xiao Deng also started to help, constantly wiping Zhou Xun's sweat with his ragged sleeves, and went to the rescue station to get water and food.

"sister in law!"

"sister in law!"

From dawn to dusk, Zhou Xun, who was already on the verge of collapse, suddenly looked back and saw several soldiers from the 38th Army. Leading them was Xiao Anhui, who drove them back.

"you?"

"Is this the home of the battalion commander's sister?"

"Yeah! Right where I'm standing, they live on the second floor."

The soldiers looked at each other, as if they wanted to say something. The clever little Anhui quickly called a few people to come forward to help.

A thin and petite woman with a child and five soldiers began to dig for hope of life without saying a word.

If the camera is raised to look down at this moment, such scenes are happening in countless corners of Tangshan at this moment.

Four days have passed.

Zhou Xun and the soldiers who appeared on the screen again had their nails peeled off and their flesh and blood were blurred. Only the last bit of their tenacious willpower kept them waving their hands again and again.

Zhou Xun's face looked horrible, his cheekbones were raised, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was stained with tears and smoke.

When filming this segment, Zhou Xun had already lost weight to less than 85 pounds as required by Boss Lu. Coupled with her sharp and miserable makeup, she looked really heartbreaking.

"sister in law..."

"sister in law!"

"Sister-in-law, you can't dig anymore! You can't hold on. Can you just watch us dig?"

Xiao Anhui seemed to have more tears in his eyes than Zhou Xun. He held on to Zhou Xun's arm tightly and refused to let go. The latter tried to shake him off weakly.

"here."

Xiao Deng was three meters away, and suddenly pointed at the ruins in front of him with an exaggerated expression.

"Here! I hear someone crying!"

The soldiers immediately rushed forward regardless of anything. Xiao Anhui pressed his right cheek against the broken concrete slab. Everyone held their breath and dared not make the slightest sound.

"Yes! There's a sound!"

Little Anhui was smart and said excitedly, "I'll go get the company commander to bring some people over. You guys dig first!"

At this time, almost five days had passed since the earthquake. Most of the rubble at the epicenter had been cleared, and countless injured and dead had been properly dealt with.

Upon hearing that there were still survivors here, the nearby military and civilians rushed over immediately. The company commander was experienced and commanded with confidence, and began to organize an orderly excavation.

Zhou Xun looked haggard, and it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down, so she was "ordered" to stay aside.

The well-trained soldiers were extremely efficient, and soon everyone around could hear the baby crying. This sound, which seemed to annoy adults on ordinary days, was now the most beautiful heavenly music.

Zhou Xun broke free from Xiao Anhui's support and couldn't help but walk closer, crying, "Xiao Jia! Bao Qiang!"

The company commander suddenly gave the order: "Okay! Stop! Now start fighting with bare hands!"

The baby's crying became louder, and the soldiers began to dig three feet into the ground with their bare hands.

At this time, Li Xuejian also limped over. He had visited his daughter several times in the past few days, fearing that she would be too sad and meet with an accident.

“Stop first!”

"We've reached the brick and soil layer here, and the dust is so heavy that if it blows in, it will choke the children and they won't be able to breathe."

The medical professor was very experienced and knowledgeable. He asked someone to fetch water and evenly poured it on the hole that had been targeted, wetting the surrounding dust.

"Wow! Wow!"

The baby's crying became louder and louder, and everyone on the screen and in front of the screen were eagerly waiting, until Xiao Anhui used his bloody hands to move the last piece of cement slab.

A shocking scene appeared before everyone.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, cicadas were chirping mournfully, the air was sticky, and everything was filled with gray, white, and blood.

In the ruins surrounded by the crowd, Zhou Xun staggered forward, lying helplessly on the hard and sharp stone slabs and steel bars, reaching out to touch the family of three in front of him.

A couple leans against each other with their bodies in a bow shape, tightly protecting the baby in their arms, and building a safe space in the shape of a triangle.

The oppression and despair represented by the collapsed building debris, twisted steel bars and flying dust around seemed unable to penetrate this warmth and security.

Zhou Xun carefully reached out to hold the child.

As if the baby was tired of crying, or as if he could smell the scent of his loved ones, he sucked in his mother's arms, closed his eyes peacefully, and fell asleep.

Zhou Xun covered his mouth tightly, veins bulging on his face and hands, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, not daring to cry out loud.

Tears dripped onto the baby's chubby and tender face, making him feel a little itchy, and he couldn't help but reach out to scratch it.

Zhou Xun reached out to stroke Xiaojia's cheek, and suddenly noticed a strand of messy hair by her ear. He carefully reached out to help her straighten it out according to her preference.

Silly girl, I'm always learning about myself.

Li Xuejian couldn't help but say, "Xiao Xun, take the child for a checkup?"

Zhou Xun nodded and carefully stepped out of the ruins carrying the baby.

The soldiers rushed forward and carried out the heartbroken parents.

Xiao Anhui came over and said, "Sister-in-law, she has a piece of paper in her hand."

Zhou Xun took it with one hand and opened it with some surprise. It was a crooked passage of text, and one could even tell it was written by two people.

姐：
My brother is not a bad person, he just doesn't know how to say it. You can go to the army to find my brother. I don't need anyone to take care of me.

If you go, remember to come back and see me when you have time. I will be happy to see you.

A tear fell directly on the letter paper, and Zhou Xun turned to Xiao Anhui in a trance.

"Where's Hu Jun? Where's your battalion commander?"

Everyone around, including Li Xuejian, fell silent, because the joy of rescuing a little life was instantly gone.

Zhou Xun was born smart. He looked around and knew what was going on.

She calmly folded the letter and put it in her pocket, then walked towards the temporary medical station with her arms around the child.

As he staggered, Zhou Xun suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have held the child when Xiao Jia handed him that afternoon.

At least you can get familiar with it first.

Right, kid?
From now on I will be your mother.

The camera panned over the shoulders of the crowd. Zhou Xun lowered her head, pouting and teasing the baby who had just opened his eyes, with a gentle smile on her face.

The golden light shrouded in the dark clouds suddenly appeared, as if it was about to break through the haze at any time and spread its brilliance to the world again.

In the camera, Zhou Xun's thin figure was walking farther and farther away.

The picture is frozen in black and white, like a scroll rolling up from top to bottom to the middle, echoing from beginning to end.

As Wang Fei sang the Heart Sutra, audiences around the world let down their guard in front of the screen, and followed this ethereal music to purify their bodies and minds.

At this moment, audiences in countless theaters across China were about to wipe their tears and leave when suddenly an easter egg appeared.

It was the scene at the epicenter that was filmed with survivors and descendants of the victims as extras.

On the screen, Lu Kuan, who was sitting in the director's chair, picked up the walkie-talkie and said something.

He then stood up and bowed slightly to the citizens who were supporting each other after a fierce rain scene.

"Thanks everyone, this one passed."

At that moment, all the actors collapsed to the ground exhausted, supporting each other, comforting each other, but crying bitterly together.

They lay on each other's shoulders, their trembling bodies twitching as they expressed their longing for and grievances towards their loved ones.

The grief that had been suppressed for thirty years and the unrest in the homeland that had been buried for thirty years were completely released at this moment.

As expected, the effect of this easter egg is even more shocking than the main drama.

In the sports center with more than 10,000 people, from the first crisp applause, people immediately stood up and applauded like a wave.

The empty gymnasium was filled with echoes, and the sound waves like a tsunami reached the sky!

They cried and waved their hands, but there were smiles on their faces. Everyone saw hope from the movie.

Yes, the survivors and descendants of the victims jointly performed such a heart-stirring masterpiece to comfort the ancestors of this land.

If this isn’t hope, what is?
In December, the temperature in northern Hebei has reached below zero.

In the chilly wind, the audience, who had not been organized in advance, still applauded spontaneously and were reluctant to leave.

Lu Kuan had no choice but to return to the stage with Zhou Xun, Hu Jun and others. He kept bowing and extending his hands to thank the audience on this land for their recognition.

Secretary Zhao in the audience seemed to have thrown away his status as a high-ranking official, and applauded like an ordinary audience member, his hands clapping until they were red.

For him, it was not smooth sailing when he first started discussing cooperation with the industry.

Boss Lu's attitude and personality are extremely tough. He wants to control the shares and lead the script, and he doesn't allow anyone to interfere.

If you doubt someone, don't employ him; if you employ someone, don't doubt him. Tangshan is reaping the benefits of this cooperation.

Han Shanping beside him was also extremely excited today.

Logically speaking, he has a close relationship with the young director and should have full confidence in the level and quality of his film, but now he looks as excited as Jing Tian next to him.

In fact, the guy with the flat head is just extending his own scattered thinking.

It turns out that main-theme movies can be shot like this?

Not everyone is a great, glorious and positive person who will not show any cowardice or hesitation in the face of disaster.

This narrative and filming mode, which places small people in the tide of the times to sculpt and analyze their circumstances, and then conveys and sublimates the theme, can be said to be groundbreaking in China today.

Han Shanping suddenly remembered the upcoming 60th National Day. The bureau had already started to spread the word that there must be excellent literary and artistic works to celebrate the motherland's birthday.

Can we use the same method and invite Director Lu Kuan to come again?

Jing Tian, ​​who was surrounded by hot packs in the audience, naturally focused her attention on the frail Zhou Xun.

She was deeply shocked by Zhou Xun's performance.

Looking at the young director who was smiling and applauding beside her, Jing Tian couldn't help but sigh.

It would be great if I could be guided by Teacher Lu...

The grandest premiere in history ended successfully, but today's grand event from opening to screening and closing had already caused heated discussions on the Internet before the next day.

Ordinary viewers couldn't contain their excitement and logged on to blogs, Q&A videos, and Douban topics to comment.

"My girlfriend is a fan of Washing Machine and insisted on dragging me along to support it, but to be fair, the movie is extremely good. My girlfriend used one tissue from a pack and I used the rest. The last time I cried this much was in 'Mom, Please Love Me Once'!"

"Washing Machine has always given me a strong sense of disconnection. His private life is so bad, and his cruelty to my Fairy Sister is disgusting. But his two films, from "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" to "Aftershock," are both filled with powerful family and country feelings. It's amazing!"

"I'm over 50 years old now, and many of the scenes and props in the film evoke memories of that era. For example, the popsicles were wrapped in paper, and there were kettles, teacups, electric fans, sewing machines, bicycles, and so on. These details are very touching. For those who lived through that era, the film is not just a story, but also a precious memory of that era."

"After watching the first half of Aftershock, I regretted it. It's not that the movie is bad, but it's not the right time to watch it. It's too cruel and too sad. But in the last forty minutes, like a little white flower blooming in the ruins, the film constantly conveys hope to the audience, which is very admirable."

"I'm a Peking native. I spent 16 yuan to see The Promise at the Golden Harvest in Guomao on the 60th. It was like eating shit. Tonight I plunked down another 80 yuan to experience 4K HD at the giant screen theater. It was nothing but awesome. Just think of it as the 140 yuan I spent to see Aftershock!"

Of course, there are also voices from the critics, but they are both praise and criticism.

Boss Lu’s films are highly sought after by grassroots film critics, and Gu Xiaobai, Wei Junzi, Zhou Liming and others are all his loyal fans.

[Gu Xiaobai]: I don’t know how to characterize this movie?
A mainstream film that can rival excellent feature films in terms of narrative and plot?
Or is it a special effects blockbuster full of humanistic spirit and reflection on family relationships?

Or is it a disaster film that conveys warmth rather than cold despair?
But no matter from which angle you look at it, it is a thousand times better than "The Promise" a week ago!
[Wei Junzi]: I was fortunate enough to visit the Butian Film Studio of Wenjie as a representative of film critics. Please pay attention to the Wenjie video to see the special effects process before and after the earthquake. There will be official behind-the-scenes footage released at that time. It is very shocking and represents the highest level in China and even in Asia.

From this perspective, I think the valuation given by Mr. Lang Xianping to Butian Films is inaccurate, add another 10 billion!
[Zhou Liming]: There are many names for Lu Dao in the industry, such as Boss Lu, General Lu, Master Lu (I don’t know where it came from), Lu Dao, and Principal Lu.

I just saw the fan of Director Lu who recently spent 1500 million to buy a painting, and I realized that she was calling him Teacher Lu.

I strongly agree with this. You are a teacher to actors like Zhou Xun and Liu Yifei, but I think you should be a teacher to some domestic directors and teach them how to tell stories.

I still haven’t recovered from the shit I ate from “Mou Ji” a few days ago!

. . .

But at the same time, he was also deeply criticized by serious literary critics within the system, such as Zhu Dake and Huang Shixian.

Since the announcement of the Olympics, "Tangshan", and the massacre movie, the Nanfang faction and the public intellectuals they have fostered have also set their sights on him.

An editorial from "Nan Fang": The fabricated melodramatic plots and the flat and rough characterizations, in order to piece together such a touching story, I believe our sixth richest man must have racked his brains, right?
Late at night, a new face appeared on Xinlang.com to comment on the movie.

The blogger is Xiao Ying, a professor in the Department of Philosophy at Huaqing University, who has 100 million followers.

In the past, I have always commented on director Lu Kuan’s films from an artistic perspective, but today I might as well express my opinion from another dimension.

What dimension? Conscience.

As a Chinese, I sincerely advise this mainland tycoon not to profit from the blood of these people under the guise of patriotism. The long string of zeros in your bank account is built on the suffering of countless Tangshan people!
It seems that the leader of Boss Lu’s black fans bought tickets tonight and contributed to the box office.

However, his blog was quickly attacked by fans and passers-by who couldn't stand it anymore.

"Their movie hasn't even been released yet, but they've already donated 8000 million yuan to build buildings for children in earthquake zones. Are you blind or are you blind in your heart?"

"I am from Tangshan. I watched a movie tonight. Ten thousand people from Tangshan were reluctant to leave after watching it. Who told you I was in pain? Go to hell."

Xiao Ying sneered as he looked at the thousand buildings that were built in a short time.

Although they were scolded, they felt comfortable collecting money from the Japanese.

Not only can you increase your followers, but you can also get some bonus points.

There was no need to worry about the chaos. The next day, I went to the headquarters of Wenjie Holdings.

Gao Jun, Chen Zhixi and all other relevant business personnel gathered together and looked at the box office figures that were just released at around nine o'clock. The numbers were not very optimistic.

(End of this chapter)