You made me a superstar

Chapter 310 Xiao Zhou is a good boy

"They were buried in..."

The diary was turned page by page.

Finally turned the last page.

The last page came to an abrupt end with unfinished words.

During the war years, the shroud of horse leather was never the most tragic thing. The most tragic thing was the sacrifice, but in the end it was forced to become "missing" because the body could not be found.

Although "Assembly" was one of the few high-grossing movies among the original world-themed movies, and even though I had red eye circles after watching this movie and felt sad in my heart, as he got older, Zhou Yang gradually began to appreciate Some of the details of this movie are full of confusion, and there are even many conspiracy theories that come to mind.

After I was deeply moved by the one I used to think about its intentions, I started to become a little more thoughtful and terrified.

For example, those high-level leaders in the movie...

For example, those details between the lines revealed deception and smearing...

For example, deliberately emphasizing the difference between martyrs and missing persons...

An article on the CCTV website once broke the news that "Assembly Number" was filmed by someone from the Korean side, who was only a supervisor, and the side did not respond to this, but only refuted the rumor that it was fake news.

If the content in the diary is compiled into a script, those deliberate and subtle things must be deleted. Besides, it cannot be mixed with some taken-for-granted private goods like "Assembly Number"...

After looking through the diary again, Zhou Yang already had a direction in his mind.

Then, he looked up, only to see Mr. Yang silently staring at the moon outside the window in a daze.

"At that time, the team was broken up and reorganized, and the files were lost and incomplete. The staff of the headquarters may not be able to follow along..."

"Many people were buried in the bottomless world, never to see the sun again, and became unsung heroes..."

He muttered to himself.

He seemed to be recalling those distant years.

It seems to have returned to the world of bullets and bullets, wandering in a sense of loss on the edge of life and death.

Then he lowered his head and became silent again.

During the long silence, everyone's eyes were complicated.

"Forget it." He suddenly heard that Mr. Yang shook his head as if thinking of something: "I wanted to put this story on the big screen, but now that I think about it, it seems that a series of things that happened during this period were all caused by the palm of my hand. And the back of the hand, it hurts no matter how hard you hit, and those people used to be the ones who defended the country..."

Zhou Yang saw that Mr. Yang carefully retracted the diary and put it on his chest, and finally sighed quietly: "Forget it, forget it...it's not good to shoot, no matter how you take it..."

Zhou Yang could feel an extremely complicated emotion from him.

Later, seeing him sit back on the stool and take a sip of tea, this kind of complicated emotion was slightly dispersed.

house.

The two old men were still chatting, and the content of the chat was the same as before, about the glorious burning years.

As we chatted, we talked about the late Qing Dynasty, the Opium War, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces.

Among the tearful eyes, there is helplessness, compromise, unwillingness, anger, and even a trace of indignation.

The juniors listened quietly, and An Zhibin clenched his fists unconsciously as he listened.

Time passed bit by bit.

During the period, An Xiao went outside to answer a phone call.

When An Xiao came back after answering the phone, her gaze became extremely complicated. She had a few books in her hand.

"grandfather……"

An Xiao interrupted this chat.

"what happened?"

"It's what kids learn."

"Let me see."

An Jianwu took the book that An Xiao handed over.

I opened the texts in the book very seriously.

He didn't smile, his expression became very serious, and the speed of turning the pages began to get faster and faster.

Zhou Yang suddenly felt a chill, and his body instinctively developed goose bumps.

Suffocation.

Yes, it was a feeling of suffocation that one didn't dare to breathe, as if in the cloudy and oppressive void, sultry thunderclaps would sound at any moment.

However, that shocking thunder did not sound in front of him after all.

Zhou Yang saw An Jianwu put down the textbook silently, with an extremely serious expression on his face, and a horrifying sense of chilling in the depths of his eyes, and then that trace of chilling disappeared without a trace, like an illusion, and then his face The kindly smile returned to his face: "I probably know, drink tea, hehe, Lao Yang, if you don't drink tea, it will be cold."

"Chief, I'm getting old, I can't stay up late, I feel a little dizzy, why don't I let it go today..." After drinking his tea, Mr. Yang glanced at An Jianwu.

"Ah, okay...Zhibin, send Grandpa Yang off."

"it is good."

Zhou Yang watched Mr. Yang get up and leave. He subconsciously wanted to stand up too, but the moment he stood up, An Xiao's hand was lightly pressed on his leg again.

"Under the hail of bullets, many people can't stand upright. Even if they fall down, I hope that future generations can stand upright..."

"Now it's an era of peace, but some people can't stand up, it's fine if they can't stand up, and they even hope that the children will kneel together. Sometimes I really want to ask some people whether it is the time of the Opium War or the late Qing Dynasty ? Or when the Old Summer Palace was burned?"

After Mr. Yang left the study, An Jianwu suddenly said these words lightly.

Zhou Yang felt a piercing chill again. Although there was no change in his expression, this chill made Zhou Yang instinctively want to escape from this study, the farther the better.

He is very uncomfortable here.

"I will handle this matter." An Xiao replied after hearing what An Jianwu said.

"Ah."

In half an hour...

Zhou Yang finally walked out of the study.

When he walked out, he took a long breath in his heart, and felt the pressure on his body suddenly lighten, and he felt like he was alive again.

Then I inadvertently saw a row of long bean poles crooked in the field not far away, walked over subconsciously, straightened the poles, and tied a rope. The sweet potato seedlings that had been planted came back after checking that there was nothing wrong with them.

"Xiao Zhou is a good boy, I will bring him here more often..." An Jianwu and An Xiao said with a smile as they glanced at Zhou Yang when they came out.

"Yes, yes." An Xiao nodded.

"By the way, bring him some peas and corn. These are grown by ourselves. They are better than those bought in the market. Eat with confidence..." An Jianwu looked at the utility room next to him as if he had thought of something. Said.

"it is good."

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The night is haunting.

Moon stars are rare.

Zhou Yang finally got in the car going back.

However, when he was carrying things, he felt a little awkward.

When I came here empty-handed, when I went back, I carried a big bag of things, which more or less gave people an unauthentic feeling.

"Grandpa has a good impression of you." An Xiao looked out the window and said this sentence suddenly.

"Oh, oh...that's good, that's good." Zhou Yang nodded, and couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the heavy things in his hands, Zhou Yang would be in a state of confusion until now.

Unexpectedly, he came to Mr. An's house. He was not prepared for anything, and he was at a loss for a while.

"The story of "Golden Fishhook", I will negotiate with that side. A new round of textbooks is being compiled, and it should be included in the textbooks..."

"Yeah." Zhou Yang nodded.

The car left the military compound and drove into the bustling and bustling metropolis.

Zhou Yang looked into the distance, thinking of some words and content he heard today.

"I originally wanted to help you write a book and make a movie, and the higher ups are also supporting this content... Now that I think about it, compared to movies, children's values ​​are the most important guide... These texts, It's a big problem." An Xiao handed the textbook to Zhou Yang.

By the moonlight, Zhou Yang looked at the texts one after another.

The gist of the text is to promote various noble morals.

But if you look carefully, you can see that a lot of the content in it is made up, especially many old and beautiful characters in the textbooks are positive images. Although there is no "Edison Saves Mom", it is similar to "Washington Cutting the Cherry Tree" "The positive energy stories, other than these stories, when it comes to Chinese names, such as Ding Ding, such as Dongdong, are basically synonymous with laziness, laziness, and stupidity...

After really thinking about it, every textbook is very normal, but every article is vaguely filled with the four words "worship foreign countries and favor foreign countries".

After flipping through a few more articles briefly, Zhou Yang didn't know what to say for a while.

The original world was slightly better and this world seems more distorted.

"People in the 80s have experienced the invasion of Western culture and began to feel inferior... Their distorted values ​​and orientation are very likely to affect children... In addition to these things, other aspects must also be changed. A movie , I’m afraid it can’t change anything, in fact, the children’s animations are either R-book or old-fashioned…”

"Let's make a cartoon by ourselves?" Zhou Yang blurted out unconsciously after recalling the two old men chatting about the late Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and modern history in his mind.

"What kind of cartoon?" An Xiao asked.

"In the form of cartoon characters, it tells the story of that period of time..." Zhou Yang thought of a very good domestic animation in the world.

"Do you know how to do it?"

"I vaguely know that I can do an episode first and try it out."

"Okay, make an outline, and I'll approve it for you..."

"Mr. An, do you have this right now?" Zhou Yang was taken aback.

"Not now...but it will be soon." An Xiao replied looking out the window.

"Mr. An, besides "The Golden Hook", I also thought of another text..."

"what?"

"The title of that text is "Monument". "Golden Fishing Hook" is about walking the grassland, while "Monument" is about climbing the snow mountain..."

"..."

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Late at night.

"South China Entertainment News" received a message.

"What did you say?"

"Do you want to restart the revision of the teaching materials?"

"What Zhou Yang wrote should be included in the textbook?"

"This... is it true?"

The editor-in-chief looked shocked, and then lowered his voice.

　Considering some reasons for the movie, the outline had to be redone...

　　Today I can only update first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)