Chapter 900 We Can’t Forget

"I begged my grandfather to lend you the old house, and I signed a contract with the production team in black and white, insisting that the story of our ancestors be written into the scripts of you guests."

Ye Wanxi was stunned and subconsciously turned to look at Feng Tianyu. Didn't her senior brother say that he was the one who spoke up to the production team? How come it's now the little girl's achievement?

Moreover, this little girl used to call Senior Brother Yu Gege, could it be...?

Before Ye Wanxi could even start imagining a melodramatic love triangle—a wealthy young lady secretly in love with her childhood sweetheart who already has a girlfriend, and despite her resentment, she still pleads for him and secretly makes sacrifices to fulfill his wish—she heard the girl say crisply, "Sister-in-law, you don't need to look at Brother Yu. It has nothing to do with him."

"Sister-in-law...?" Ye Wanxi's imagination came to an abrupt halt. For a moment, she didn't know whether to mind the other party calling her senior brother so intimately, or to be shocked by the other party's overly familiar way of addressing her.

"Yes, aren't you Brother Yu's girlfriend? I'll call you sister-in-law, right?"

Yang Xiaole spoke with such confidence that her brother's lips twitched slightly. He couldn't help but slap her and scolded, "Yang Xiaole, how many times have I told you? Girls should be reserved. Don't always be so loud and boisterous. What if you scare people away?"

"Oh." Yang Xiaole touched the spot where he had been patted, pursed his lips, and muttered under his breath, "Old-fashioned."

Brother Yang: "...I heard that."

Ye Wanxi: "Pfft..."

Despite his dissatisfaction, Yang Xiaole was still somewhat intimidated by his elder brother. He immediately stopped muttering, cleared his throat, and got straight to the point: "I know that our family's request does have the air of self-praise. The excellence of our ancestors and their valuable spirit are beyond doubt. Moreover, I imagine that people like them would not want their descendants to use their name to do things that seek fame and fortune."

Yang Xiaole paused at this point: "The reason I made this request is simply because I'm still angry."

"Can't stand it?"

"Um."

When Gu Shaoling and the others heard this, they thought that the teenage girl was just trying to outdo others and had probably been provoked by her peers, which was why she was acting on impulse.

But after listening to her finish speaking, I realized that it wasn't like that at all.

What provoked her was not her peers, but some keyboard warriors and brainless fans online.

“I don’t discriminate against people who follow celebrities, and I know that many people who like celebrities are rational and don’t cause trouble. We shouldn’t generalize and condemn all celebrities. But some people really lose their minds when they follow celebrities. They know that the other person is wrong, that the other person has character problems, and that the other person has a wrong stance, but they can ignore everything for the sake of their image, act desperately, and even slander the heroes who have sacrificed everything for their present.”

When Yang Xiaole was born, her parents were in their prime and busy with their careers, so she was raised by her grandparents.

She had a very good relationship with her grandfather. From a young age, she loved listening to him tell stories about his ancestors, stories of the past that only his family could pass down from generation to generation.

Yang Xiaole admires her great-great-grandmother the most. In that war-torn era, she was a girl who never married and traveled all over the country with a video camera.

While others flee wherever there is war, she rushes to wherever there is war.

She brushed with death countless times, yet she left behind the most authentic and accurate information from that time, allowing many people to know everything that happened on this homeland.

Because of his grandfather's stories, Yang Xiaole always regarded his ancestors as heroes, thinking that when he grew up, he would also strive to become excellent and become like his ancestors.

They protect this land and its people.

But when she grew up, she discovered that the heroes of the past had been forgotten, even slandered and insulted, in the long river of time and in the comfortable environment enjoyed by many.

"What I want to do is not to bring honor to my family, but to awaken the memories of that era in some people who still have a conscience. My family reminds me of those who gave their blood and lives to bring peace, but who fell before dawn. They may have left their names, or they may not have left their names at all, and they did not care about being remembered after death, but we must not forget them."

Everyone present was stunned by Yang Xiaole's words.

Are they happy now? Compared to that era when they couldn't get enough to eat or wear, and even risked their lives at any moment, they couldn't be happier.

But if it weren't for what happened today, would they be willing to learn about that era, about those who left their bloody marks on the long river of history?

The answer is undoubtedly yes. Humans have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. Compared to those not-so-pleasant memories, more people hope to see the good and leave no regrets.

But is this really a good thing? The importance of being prepared for unforeseen circumstances is something people in the past understood; why don't people today grasp it?

The worst part is that, not only do they not understand, they blindly follow the perpetrators in denying the past and speaking up for them, as if they were on the same side as them, and that those who were harmed were not their ancestors.

I wonder if their ancestors, if they knew this from beyond the grave, would climb out and beat these unfilial descendants to death.

"In that case, let the screenwriter rewrite it."

"Me?" The screenwriter, suddenly called out, pointed at himself, looking completely bewildered. "Write...write what?"

"Write down the facts. You were just here, so you should know exactly what happened. Just write down the facts."

Ye Wanxi glanced at the guests present and said, "Don't forget the purpose of our visit here, and our respective identities."

Zhao Yun'er, being a professional actress who had acted in many big-screen productions, immediately brightened up upon hearing Ye Wanxi's words: "Miss Ye, do you mean you want us to act out everything that happened back then?"

"Hmm." Most of the people present were actors, and regardless of their acting skills, they had all just witnessed the other person's memories.

If you can't even imitate this, you might as well quit this job.

Ye Wanxi barely opened her mouth before the screenwriter almost cried: "How can we possibly write it now?"

After all this commotion, it's almost dawn. Unless the production team stops broadcasting live and edits the remaining content into a single episode to be uploaded online later, how can they possibly make it in time?

Isn't this making things difficult for him, a young, balding, overworked workaholic?

"Moreover, we don't have enough information. The recollections we just read about the post-war period are limited to the perspective of the eldest branch of the Yang family. We don't know anything about the other people. We can't just make things up, otherwise the characters would be thin and wouldn't stand out."

Hearing their conversation, Yang Xiaole's heart stirred, and he stepped forward to ask, "When do you plan to resume filming?"

(End of this chapter)