At the time, their film crew did not hold a wrap party. They hurriedly finished filming and went to attend Director Yan's funeral.
Director Zeng echoed, "Yes, we've been holding back for a year! A whole year!"
As if remembering something, he quickly nudged the assistant director, "Take out what you prepared!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The assistant director couldn't even hold back his tears.
He quickly opened the suitcase that had been sitting to the side and took out two huge photo frames.
At this moment, the host on stage read out with certainty: "Even on her final bedside, she was still thinking about her film."
Her life experiences elevate the film "Blood Milk" to a high level of artistic expression.
All of us on the committee have unanimously decided to award this year's Best Director Award to a special person, a deceased person who will never be able to reach this place—Yan Honglian!
Where ice and snow have frozen, spring will eventually arrive. And outstanding works of art will one day shine brightly…
The host held up the trophy that belonged to Yan Honglian, and the lights shone on the trophy, reflecting a dazzling light.
Where light and shadow meet, the three large characters "Yan Honglian" are reflected.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
This is a voice of admiration...
"Hurry up and go claim your prize!"
Xu Yanyu urged the assistant director to go up.
The assistant director shook his head. "I'm not going... My eyes are red, and I don't look good right now... I don't want to go up there. I don't want to embarrass Sister Yan."
"Director Zeng, please go up!" Xu Yanyu could only look at another person.
Director Zeng shook his head, "Forget it, I won't go either! This is a film about women, Yan Yu, you go! Director Yan liked you the most back then. She'll be very happy if you go."
Xu Yanyu hesitated.
Director Zeng continued, "Just go when I tell you to. I'll rely on my own abilities to stand on top in the future."
“Yes, Yan Yu, you go!” the assistant director added.
As he spoke, he turned the photo frame, which he had just taken out and had been keeping face down, over...
"Could you pick one of them to hug..."
Xu Yanyu finally saw the two picture frames clearly.
One is Director Yan's portrait, and the other is a group photo taken together at the start of filming.
"Never mind, take this. Taking a portrait of the deceased is considered unlucky; many people are superstitious about it..."
The assistant director was to put away Director Yan's portrait and have Xu Yanyu carry up everyone's group photo from the start of filming.
Xu Yanyu snatched the portrait from his hand, saying, "I don't care about these things!"
Upon closer examination, she herself has already died once, so what is she afraid of?
Xu Yanyu, holding the photo frame, walked step by step onto the stage once again.
A long, white evening gown.
Because it couldn't be lifted by hand, it dragged on the ground.
Red gemstones were set into the white dress.
She is a person covered in blood, yet she still gets up and strives forward.
The audience watched this scene with solemn expressions.
A spirit of perseverance and tenacious struggle inspired everyone present.
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