Chapter 89 Extra B-2
Sabri looked at his mother in disbelief.
She was obviously so thin, but at this moment, she looked extremely tall.
The men were obviously frightened, not knowing how an old woman would suddenly appear.
But soon, they came to their senses.
But just as they were about to take another step forward, they heard sirens.
Sabri was very worried, afraid that her mother's sudden visit would only anger the other party, but when she saw her mother's determined expression and the slight smile she gave her, she suddenly understood.
My mother is not a reckless woman.
She had lived in that village for more than a decade, and the person who helped her escape had always been extremely tenacious.
Soon, the police came and took the group away.
As victims, Sabri and his mother followed the police back to the police station to give their statements. They were busy all night before the case came to an end.
Sabri chatted with his mother for a long time, and his mother finally returned to the hotel and fell asleep.
But Sabri couldn't sleep.
Although all the props on the set were recovered and the scene was reset, there was a more difficult problem to solve.
Their crew doesn't have a cameraman anymore.
The shooting schedule was inevitably delayed. Although the funds were relatively sufficient, the deadline was approaching and Sabri could not keep delaying.
She met several videographers recommended by her friends, but either they were not competent enough or they reminded her of the criminal videographer.
Sabri has solved many problems in her life. She always thought that these problems were solved and over, which meant that she had defeated them. But this time she truly discovered that those things and those persecutors had never really gone away, and they would always linger in her mind from time to time.
She suddenly found that she seemed unable to trust those strangers anymore.
But the movie is still scary.
This is the only bright spot in her life, the only relief.
After thinking it over, she called a friend.
"Mike," Sabri said when the call was connected, "can you come to my hometown and help me make a film?"
Mike Lee's voice was always so happy, but this time he gave Sabri an unexpected answer: "Sabri, I'm here."
"What?" Sabri didn't understand what the other party meant.
"I said, I'm in your city," Mike
Li said, "Didn't I say that I should take a good rest and feel the world? I decided to start from your hometown. I hope to get to know you better, so I came to your hometown a few days ago. Are you back too, my friend?"
Sabri smiled.
This man is always so naive.
But this is also good.
"Yes, I'll come back and take a look," Sabri said, "Then you can help me take a film, thank you."
"You're welcome. Just treat me to a good meal," Mike Lee smiled. "You treat, and I pay."
…
That's how Mike Lee joined the group.
Sabri didn't ask him what he was doing in this city that was so different from where he lived. Instead, Mike Lee chased Sabri and asked her for a long time about her injury.
However, Sabri did not tell him what happened before, only saying that there was a car accident. She also did not tell him about her father, but only showed him the script.
Mike Lee fell silent quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sabry felt that Mike Lee should understand something.
Qiao Yi Qiao once said that the content created by each creator is a part of himself/herself.
Mike Leigh understands art and scripts, and if you don’t feel anything after reading this story, you are not a keen artist.
But neither of them discussed much about the stories behind the creation, as if everything was left unsaid.
Instead, the discussion was about how to shoot each shot, where to position the camera, and other professional content related to shooting and visual presentation...
Sabri had almost forgotten what a great cameraman Mike Lee was.
Moreover, in such discussions, she seemed to gradually rediscover her passion and energy, as if she had regained her vitality.
That's good.
The filming process went as smoothly as they had discussed, with almost no mistakes. Two weeks passed quickly and the entire film was completed.
During this period, my mother came to the set every day.
Sabri didn't know whether she wanted to see more of herself, or to see herself at work, or both.
The look in her mother's eyes was too complicated for her to fully understand.
Besides filming, Sabri also devoted all his energy to his mother.
She would explain to her mother the configuration of the camera, the arrangement and function of the lights, and sometimes even asked her mother to shout "Action"
and "Cut", my mother always had a good laugh.
Sabry said little to McLee beyond what was being filmed.
The two of them only looked at each other occasionally on the set, nodded and smiled at each other.
After all, they had worked together on the same film before, so there was no need to discuss too much about the filming content.
Sabri was very confident in handing over all the camera work to him, and Mike Lee responded to Sabri's trust with his extremely high professionalism and unique aesthetics.
It was not until after the wrap party that the two had their first life-like conversation.
"Sabri," Mike Lee said in a slightly tipsy state, "Tell me, how come I'm so talented? Will I be the next Oscar-winning photographer?"
"Yes," Sabry replied, "Top artists usually have very unbearable tempers. You fit that description very well."
Mike Lee glanced at her and smiled, "Same here."
Sabri was stunned for a moment.
“The fact that you can work with someone as talented as me shows that you are also very talented, and your personality is worse than mine,” McLee said, “So, keep working on it.”
After listening to this, Sabri also smiled.
After that, the two of them just looked at the starry sky in silence.
During this meeting, they seemed to have said only a few words, but they communicated a lot.
It’s really an amazing feeling.
"Sabri," Mike Lee suddenly said seriously, "Give me two years, okay?"
"What to do in two years?" asked Sabri.
"Sort yourself out," said McLee, "and suffer a little."
"Is it necessary?" Sabri asked back, "Not everyone needs to suffer. You used to be such a happy person."
"Well, maybe," Mike Lee smiled, "At worst I can just run back home."
Sabry grasped the point sharply: "So you're leaving home?"
Mike Lee snorted, "Didn't you leave home? What's the big deal?"
The two looked at each other for a moment and smiled at each other.
A normal conversation never lasts more than ten sentences.
Sabri thought for a long time and said, "If it's for me, there's really no need..."
"Grow up, my friend," Mike Lee shot back, "It has nothing to do with you. This is what I want to do."
…
Mike Lee disappeared the day after the wrap party.
Sabri didn't ask him what he was going to do, but just let him go.
Afterwards, Sabri finished editing the short film himself, uploaded the work to the official website on time for submission, and then began to wait anxiously.
During this period, the mother drew a lot of paintings, most of which were about fragments of her previous life. One day, Sabry had a sudden idea and opened a picture social media account for his mother that was very popular in Country A - the same one that those white little girls used to play with.
I didn’t expect that the account would suddenly become popular after uploading only seven or eight paintings.
Now my mother’s account has more than a thousand followers.
Sabri also taught his mother how to use social media. His mother learned unexpectedly quickly. Now she draws a picture every day and uploads it. Her overall mental state has improved a lot.
Just when the number of her mother's fans reached three thousand, Sabri received a call from Country A.
It was the organizer of this competition and she was shortlisted.
All subsequent activities were offline, and she was about to start school, so she had to return to Country A.
After entering the boarding gate, she looked back at her mother's thin figure and suddenly made up her mind - she must bring her mother to live with her in the future.
There are a lot of offline activities, but they are somewhat similar to the Fledgling Project she participated in before, which also includes various master classes, and then several excellent films are selected at the end.
The day before the review, Sabri had a coveted opportunity to chat with her favorite director.
Director Wen looked at Sabry and smiled: "You seem a little nervous."
"Indeed..." Sabri said, "After all, it's to see you."
"I've seen your films. In fact, I've also seen your first film and another short film," Director Wen said. "I think you're already a creator with a very unique style. Do you know how difficult it is to have your own style? It took me about three or four feature films to develop my own style, but you already have it."
Sabry was a little unsure: "But my grades in school are very poor..."
"That only means that the teaching method is not suitable for you," Director Wen smiled, "You like movies, you know how to make movies, and you have your own style. That's enough. In fact, there is nothing else for you to learn."
"Really?"
"Of course, why would I lie to you? Besides, you have your favorite subject matter. Haven't you noticed that you are shooting female protagonists?
"Is the horror film of Yi particularly good? Do you know how unpopular this genre is?" Director Wen smiled and said, "Please continue to shoot it."
"Ah?" Sabri felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened...
She seemed to really enjoy the subject matter.
"It's like this. My studio is still short of a director. If you're willing, you can come and try under me. Your cultural background and experience are very suitable," Director Wen said, "Because my next film is also about a similar subject. Are you willing?"
Sabri was overjoyed: “Of course!”
"Okay," Director Wen said with a smile, "Then you can drop out of school. My studio will renew your visa. Don't worry."
"OK!"
…
Over the next year or so, Sabri became an assistant director under Director Wen.
They completed a film together.
And Sabri is still creating at the same time.
It was the horror movie she had always wanted to make. She showed the script to Director Wen, who liked it very much and even helped her find investment. Although it was not much, she had learned from the Chinese money-saving master after all, so it was enough.
After that, it took me more than a year to complete my work.
This work received rave reviews from film critics as soon as it was released. Although it did not win a major award, the global copyright was sold at a very high price, laying a solid foundation for her next work.
During this period, my mother's social media account actually had more than 300,000 followers.
My mother finally lived the life she dreamed of as a child, and so did Sabri.
The only thing that is a bit regretful is Mike Lee.
Sabri often thought of him, but the two rarely contacted each other, and Sabri didn't know what he was doing.
Until one day when she was returning home, she met the man at a convenience store at the airport.
Originally, Mike Lee was tall and white, not looking like an Asian, but now he has a beard and a much stronger body.
Sabri was even a little nervous when he recognized him, but fortunately, Mike Lee also recognized Sabri.
"Hey, I didn't expect to meet you. I saw two of your movies, both of them were great," Mike Lee smiled, "Congratulations."
"Thank you," Sabri asked nervously the question he had been wanting to ask, "What are you...doing?"
Mike Lee smiled lightly and stepped aside.
Behind him, there were five or six young girls.
child.
"I'm taking them abroad for some fun," Mike Lee said with a smile. "This is their first time going abroad, so they are very nervous."
Sabri was shocked for a moment.
"Yes, yes. I set up a school in your hometown that specifically accepts little girls with similar life experiences as you." Mike Lee smiled, revealing his small white teeth. "You don't need my help anymore, but I can still help them. I find this more interesting than being a photographer. Of course, I'm still doing photography. I just made a documentary based on these little girls. I'll give you movie tickets when it premieres at the film festival."
Sabry was stunned for a long time, then smiled and took out a stack of documents. "I've made some money now, and I'm also doing this."
This is a foundation's founding document, which Qiao Yi Qiao taught her how to establish and operate.
"That's great," Mike Lee laughed again, "We are just short of money."
"You're short of money, but you still take them abroad..."
"Oh, these kids are very talented in movies, I'm taking them to a film festival! And I'm spending my savings, my savings!"
After Mike Lee shouted, the two looked at each other and laughed again.
"Anyway, let's cooperate more in the future," Mike Lee extended a hand, "my good friend who shares the same ideals as me."
Sabri shook his hand, "Yes, my friend."
She saw one of the little girls holding a small camera, and she looked very much like herself a few years ago.
"Sister, are you Sabri?" the little girl asked.
Sabri nodded, "It's me."
The little girl's eyes lit up: "You are my idol, I also want to be a great director like you!"
But her eyes dimmed again: "But I always can't take good pictures."
Sabri squatted down and touched the girl's head.
"As long as you like movies and keep making them, that's enough. Can't you be a good director or a bad director?"
The girl looked at Sabri and suddenly smiled: "Okay, I must become the worst director!"
“No problem,” Sabri also smiled, “I look forward to your work!”
Afterwards, Mike Lee said goodbye to Sabri and the two of them walked in opposite directions.
The sun is shining today.
What will happen to her and Mike Lee afterwards?
Sabri doesn't know either, but fate will definitely give them the answer.
Now.
She only hoped that the next time she met Mike Lee, there would still be such sunshine.
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