Chapter 141 Interstellar Filmmaking (24)



Liu Yinxiu has been living in deep regret recently.

He was so stupid, really. He shouldn't have rashly shown up in person to fight. As a result, not only did he fail to overthrow Jiu Shi Feng Jing, but he also brought heat to the other party, making them a hot topic. In the end, it even alarmed official Weibo accounts such as Renren Daily to come out and stand on Jiu Shi Feng Jing's side.

During that period, whenever Liu Yinxiu went on Starblog, she would receive countless gloating laughs. If it were just that, it would be fine. Although Liu Yinxiu was angry, she would not feel as regretful and aggrieved as she does now.

What he couldn’t stand was the voices of thanks from fans of the old scenery!

"Big brother, are you pretending to be a black?"

"Thank you Xiu'er for helping our little cold circle to get more attention. You are really the cutest hater in the world!"

Liu Yinxiu felt that she was being humiliated nakedly!

Fuck the fans turning against me! Even if I jump off this building, I will never be a fan of the old scenery!

It just so happened that he would be a senior after the summer vacation and would be busy with internships. In order to no longer suffer this kind of humiliation, Liu Yinxiu simply uninstalled Xingbo and Qijiang Video Network, focused on the three-dimensional world, and lived a happy real-life life. What old scenery, it had nothing to do with him!

Just a few days after school started, his roommate asked Liu Yinxiu to teach a class for him.

"Please, please, it's my girlfriend's birthday, I need to go see her, please come back and I'll treat you to a meal."

"You're already a senior, and you still have classes on Saturdays in your major?"

"Who said it wasn't true? We are a history major, but it's useless and there are so many problems. We are already a senior and the classes are still full. Not only do we have to make up for the classes on Saturdays, but we are not allowed to skip classes. If we skip classes, we will lose credits. It's fucked up."

Liu Yinxiu and his classmates didn't have many classes in their senior year, so they agreed since they had nothing to do anyway.

The class was held in a large classroom that could accommodate two hundred people, but when Liu Yinxiu arrived, the classroom was already full. He looked around for a long time and found that only the first row had empty seats.

He touched his nose and sat down in the first row reluctantly.

Someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. He turned around and saw that it was his high school classmate.

A classmate asked him, "Aren't you a finance major? Why are you here?"

"Hey, isn't this a class for my roommate?" Liu Yinxiu looked at the huge crowd behind him and asked curiously, "Why are there so many people here?" Are all the students in the history department here?

The classmate was surprised: "You didn't know? Didn't your roommate tell you?"

Liu Yinxiu wondered: "What did you say?"

"The lecturer this time is Professor Hua Xiasheng!"

Liu Yinxiu was really surprised this time.

Even a layman like him has heard of Hua Xiasheng's name. This Hua Xiasheng is a golden signboard of their university. In his 80s, he often appears on various cultural programs to popularize ancient earth culture to the public. Because his lectures are well-cited and humorous, he is very popular with the audience.

When Liu Yinxiu was in high school, her parents forced her to listen to the old professor's lectures online several times.

If this old professor came to teach, it would be no wonder that so many students came to listen.

While waiting for class to start, more and more students arrived. Because the classroom was full, they had to stand outside.

As countless students waited eagerly, Professor Hua Xiasheng finally pushed through the crowd and walked in from the door.

Hua Xiasheng must have been very handsome when he was young, so even though he is now in his 80s, he still has a romantic demeanor that makes people fall in love with him.

The old man is over 80 years old this year, and he walks with a tremor, but he still stands straight on the podium with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

A clever student brought a chair for Professor Hua to sit on, but he waved his hand to refuse.

He looked around at the huge crowd and smiled amiably, "There are many students attending my class today, I am very happy. However," he blinked with a hint of mischievous smile in his eyes, "I will not be giving a lecture today, I will show you a video instead."

As soon as these words came out, the students in the audience were in an uproar. Even Liu Yinxiu was a little disappointed.

They are a major, but there are a few irresponsible teachers who, in order to save trouble, only play PPT and videos in class and let the students learn on their own. Naturally, the students don't learn anything, and the class is just for getting credits.

I didn't expect that Hua Xiasheng, who is so respected, would now start to take advantage of the situation.

Hua Xiasheng glanced at Liu Yinxiu in the front row. His wise eyes seemed to have seen through his mind. He smiled and said, "I know many of you are disappointed. You may be thinking, how come this old man Hua Xiasheng is also fooling people?"

Liu Yinxiu twisted her body and lowered her head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“I chose to play the video because I think it will be more helpful for you to watch it than to listen to my lecture.”

"During this summer vacation, there was a very popular TV series. I wonder if you have heard of it - "Chronicles of the Great Writers of the Republic of China". How many students have watched it?"

Liu Yinxiu's shoulders stiffened and she looked up in disbelief, almost unable to believe her ears.

"Records of the Great Writers of the Republic of China"? The one with the old scenery? Is it the same name?

Under Hua Xiasheng's expectant gaze, a small number of people in the class raised their hands.

Liu Yinxiu: ????

This drama is so popular now?

Hua Xiasheng was a little disappointed. "The number is less than I thought." The old man shook his head, looking quite disappointed. "You are all students of the history department. How can you not even watch this drama? In this impetuous society, there are not many historical dramas that can be studied carefully."

"The historical materials of the Republic of China are incomplete and there are many gaps. Those of us who do research can only rely on imagination and reasoning to fill in the details. This shows the power of "Chronicles of Literary Masters of the Republic of China". The screenwriter is simply a genius! While strictly following the historical records, he used the existing materials to the maximum extent of imagination and reasoning in the blank areas, thus arranging a reasonable plot. To achieve this, the author not only needs to have a rich knowledge reserve, but also a keen historical sensitivity and careful logical thinking ability."

After speaking for such a long time, Hua Xiasheng was a little out of breath. He took a break and continued, "I think that a careful study of this TV series can provide us with more new ideas and inspiration for studying the history of the Republic of China."

Liu Yinxiu in the audience was completely dumbfounded.

Is he dreaming?

Otherwise, how could we hear Professor Hua praising "Records of Great Literary Men of the Republic of China" crazily on stage? Isn't "Records of Great Literary Men of the Republic of China" a film about the scenery and people of the old times? So, rounding it off, it means that Professor Hua Xiasheng is praising the scenery of the old times?

The students in the audience were also whispering and talking about what Hua Xiasheng said.

Behind him, his high school classmate nodded vigorously and said excitedly: "Yes, that's it. Professor Hua is worthy of saying it. He said everything I wanted to say!"

Liu Yinxiu turned her head stiffly, "You are also reading "Records of Great Writers of the Republic of China"? "

The classmate looked at him strangely, "Of course, this drama is on the hot search list of Xingbo every day. It would be strange if you haven't watched it, okay?"

Liu Yinxiu: …

"There's no point in saying more, I still want you to see it with your own eyes. This time, I'll show you the 18th episode that was updated last week. It might be a little difficult for those who haven't followed the show, so you can search for the previous plot summary online."

"The next two classes will be consecutive and will not end. Students who want to go to the bathroom should go now."

Plot summary?

Liu Yinxiu: Damn it, I have always hated the old scenery. It is shameful for me to sit here and be forced to watch the TV series he filmed. Now you want me to search for the plot summary? No way!

He sat in the first row with his arms crossed, his neck stiff, refusing to turn on the laptop. If it wasn't for the roll call after class, he would have slipped away while going to the toilet.

Ten minutes later, the video finally started playing on the big screen.

[……

The elderly Zhou Dezhang walked out of the house tremblingly. Outside the door, there were sounds of gongs and drums, and firecrackers. Everyone was shouting, yelling, crying, and laughing excitedly. The crazy crowd danced hard. They were crazy, everyone was crazy.

A newspaper flew over the excited crowd and landed at Zhou Dezhang's feet. He bent down to pick it up, unfolded it, and saw a line of large characters clearly: "Accept the Potsdam Declaration, Japan declares unconditional surrender."

He carefully folded the newspaper and put it in his pocket, with an unreal look of confusion on his face.

He had dreamed of this scene countless times. He dreamed that they won, and those who had died came back to life, and they laughed and played together on the street, as if all the pain and sacrifice had never happened, and they would have a bright future.

Now, is this a dream?

Have they really won?

It started in 1931 and lasted for 14 years. Tens of millions of compatriots sacrificed their lives and most of China fell. Now, have they finally won?

What about the dead? They...will never see this.

Thinking of this, Zhou Dezhang burst into tears.

In the midst of the jubilant crowd, a white-haired old man was crying so hard that he could hardly straighten his back.

…………

Zhou Dezhang finally stood in front of the boy's grave again.

He gently brushed away the dust on the tombstone and murmured, "Old friend, I'm here to see you."

"Should I call you kid now?"

"I came here this time to tell you that we have won, we have defeated the Japanese, and our great China, a great country, can finally stand up."

He smiled, but tears came out of his eyes.

"Come, have a drink with me. You were weak back then, so I never drank with you. Today is a good day, so I'll make an exception. Let's not go home until we're drunk."

Zhou Dezhang drank and told the boy who was always 17 years old about his experiences and feelings over the years.

Finally, the drunken old man lay in front of the boy's grave and said incoherently:

"I am old now, in my sixties, and I don't have many years left to live. So next, I will exercise well and try to live a few more years."

"I will see the peaceful and prosperous times that you didn't see."

………

The birds were startled and the air was filled with murderous intent. There was no joy of victory on the soldiers' faces, only a solemn expression.

The two political groups were engaged in intensive preparations and mobilization for war.

The narration sounded: "At this time, Zhou Dezhang did not know that peace had not yet arrived.

Next, the two political groups will collide violently, and the two armies wearing different uniforms will interpret their ideals and beliefs with blood and lives.

On the devastated land of China, another war is brewing, but this time the enemy is our compatriots.

There are still four years until the founding of New China and the independence and freedom of the people. ”】

The scene fades. Episode 18 of "Chronicles of Great Literary Masters of the Republic of China" ends.

Liu Yinxiu stared blankly at the dimmed big screen. For some reason, her heart seemed to be soaked in sour water, feeling bitter and astringent.

This was his first time watching "Chronicles of Great Writers of the Republic of China", and he had no idea about the previous plots. However, after watching this episode, he felt very sad. When he saw what Zhou Dezhang said when he was drunk in front of the grave, he couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up.

The classroom was already filled with crying.

The high school classmate sitting behind him, a big and strong man, was crying and sobbing, "Damn, I watched it again, it's still so touching. My tears, hiccups, are worthless."

Liu Yinxiu rubbed his eyes and lowered his head, expressing his disappointment in himself.

Holy shit, when did I become so tearful?

Hua Xiasheng stood on the stage, looking at the faces with different expressions, and asked slowly: "Does anyone know why I played this episode for you alone?"

Countless students shook their heads.

Hua Xiasheng looked long and recalled the excitement and excitement he felt when he first watched this TV series a few days ago.

"Because this episode is about a turning point, the end of an era, and the beginning of another era."

"After expelling the foreign enemies, the new enemy our party and army faced was another huge political party. We are compatriots, but we have different beliefs. There will be a war between the two."

"The victory of the war of resistance against Japanese aggression actually opened the prelude to another war."

"As for the course of the subsequent war, it is impossible to verify due to the long time and incomplete historical records. We only know that on October 1, 1949, our country was established on the ruins. But what exactly happened in the four years from 1945 to 1949, I don't know, and no one in China knows either."

"So, I am looking forward to what the director will do next."

Hua Xiasheng said sincerely: "No matter how the plot develops next, it is a reasonable exploration of blank history by the director and screenwriter. It is very inspiring for historians of my generation, so I suggest you take a look."

He looked at the time and said, "There's still some time before the end of get out of class, so I'll say a few more words. I hope you won't think I'm being long-winded."

The old man's eyes are clear and bright, as if the years have not infected his soul. He is still as clear as a teenager. "In my opinion, history is a very interesting subject. It carries human civilization and records all the glory and all the darkness and madness of mankind. A nation without history is a nation without roots, a nation without a past. We study history only to trace our origins, to find out where we came from, why we became who we are, and what kind of future we desire."

"The three hundred dark centuries dealt a devastating blow to human history, and we lost the vast majority of our history. This was a disaster for humanity and also for the discipline of history.

Nowadays, fewer and fewer students are willing to study history, and history has completely become an unpopular subject that no one cares about. "

"So, I am very happy that there is a TV series like "Chronicles of the Great Writers of the Republic of China". This TV series plays a very good role in popularizing history, and at the same time can make more viewers interested in the subject of history."

“I hope that one day, more and more young people will think that history is an interesting and great subject. Studying history will not make you rich, but it can make you always maintain a critical mind and look at things with a comprehensive perspective. It can help you become an independent, sober and inclusive free person.”

The old man's eyes were long and peaceful, like a long river or the boundless sky. He stood on the podium, so thin and yet so strong. This strength did not come from the body, but from the soul.

Liu Yinxiu's heart was beating like a drum, her scalp was tingling, and her whole body was covered with goose bumps.

Suddenly, he remembered his roommate's complaint: "We are history majors, but it's useless and there are so many problems."

No, that's not the case.

History is a great and magnificent profession.

He has only taken a glimpse of it now, but he is already... yearning for it.

The author has something to say:

Liu Yinxiu: It smells really good.

He was a cannon fodder that could be used to slap someone in the face, but now I have turned him into a comedian.

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