I raised the whole heaven

On a movie screen that can magnify a person's face countless times, the shock that this scene brings to people is amazing.

Among all the gray-faced or grim-faced people, in the dusty clothes and dirty cloth shoes, in the filthy blood and ashes, the existence of this person seemed to be shining—that kind of brilliance It oozes out from every pore of him, like a distinctive and shiny white sesame in a black sesame bag, easily grabbing everyone's attention.

The power of beauty is infinite, and the fans who were worried about Chuci taking on the role of villain at first have calmed down a lot now, and their hearts have gradually raised some expectations.

Bian Ming's storytelling technique has always been eloquent, and he is best at depicting people's hearts in details.There is no direct shot of how the lunatic treats Fan Zhong, but the dripping blood splashed on the ground and the almost hoarse cry of pain have already explained what happened to Fan Zhong.The heart-piercing shout was so cruel that several people even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see this scene again.

The lunatic did not look immobile. Even under such a voice, he tidied up his gloves leisurely, and then directed the soldiers beside him to pour down a pot of concentrated salt water.

"Damn..." someone whispered in the movie theater, "I really want to go up and beat him to pieces."

But there are also some people who tasted different meanings from these shots and disagreed: "He has never raised his head."

"so?"

"So, maybe there will be a reversal later."

Sure enough, the reversal came when no one expected it.After realizing that the lunatic was actually a Chinese, Fan Zhong's hatred grew stronger. He almost exhausted all the methods he could think of to torture the handsome young man standing in front of him.

But his attitude of refusing to reveal any news has finally made the people in the army impatient.The vicious-eyed lieutenant general who came that day could no longer bear to see him, so he simply ordered the soldiers next to him to throw him into the boiling water pot.If you can't tell the news, then die after all the humiliation. How can anyone be willing to let a prisoner occupy a place here?

Fan Zhong is not afraid of death, he only hates himself for not being able to kill a few more enemies.He gritted his teeth and waited day after day, but the person who came to execute him never arrived. Instead, the lunatic arrived as promised a few days later.

Why?Fan Zhong couldn't figure it out.

Until a few days later, he who could barely understand some Japanese heard some news from the soldiers guarding him: the madman replaced him with something, saying that he was going to use him for some experiments.

"For what?" Another soldier suddenly laughed, "Ah, the Lieutenant General still refuses to give up this idea to this day... Tsk tsk tsk, that's the lunatic Major who everyone else is afraid of!"

"It's because it's fun to play like this," the soldier who spoke earlier lowered his voice and whispered, his eyebrows and eyes were full of uncontrollable thieves, "You also know that Shao Zuo—huh? There are no flower girls anywhere. He is beautiful, not to mention he agreed this time..."

It was just a few words, but it made Fan Zhong's heart rise suddenly.Those people didn't know that he knew some Japanese, and no one was on guard against him, but the meaning in the words made Fan Zhong tremble uncontrollably.

"Why?" When the lunatic came again, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked over and over again, "Why?"

The lunatic still didn't answer.He picked up the red-hot iron, and while covering the eyes of the soldiers beside him with his body, he suddenly and silently drew something on Fan Zhong's waist.The others didn't notice it at all, only Fan Zhong was shocked and raised his eyes to look at him: it was a three.

When the camera turned again, the three came from the note sewn in the glove when the lunatic bought it, all the way to the courtesan.An inconspicuous wax pill was hidden in the courtesan's powder, and then spread to an ordinary fruit merchant, and finally, Fan Zhong's former guerrilla team received a shocking news from a tip-three days later, the enemy Three armies will outflank from the southeast and attack D City.

At that time, several important leaders and all the people in the city were in the city. However, the defenders in the city were weak, and most of them were unarmed local people. If they were attacked without any precautions, it would bring unprecedented desperate situation.Almost from the moment they got the news, the leaders, important institutions and common people started a mass migration. They hid in the mountains quietly, and at the same time, they set up a large number of land mines and traps for catching prey in the city. .The attacking enemy army did not expect to encounter a well-prepared counterattack, and was caught off guard, while the Huaxia side was able to preserve its strength and successfully avoided the end of being slaughtered by the sudden sneak attack.

Most of the people in the city survived.

Immediately afterwards, the guerrillas launched an attack with lightning speed, and took advantage of the vacancy of the opponent's troops to point directly at the enemy's command camp——Fan Zhong and many prisoners held in the camp were all taken advantage of by the madman. The opportunity was given, and finally he was able to escape.

However, just as victory was in sight, the lunatic suddenly stopped moving.Standing in the camp, he heard the roaring artillery fire behind him, then raised his head calmly, and nodded to Fan Zhong.

"You go."

Almost at that moment, Fan Zhong read some soul-stirring meanings from his eyes, and he suddenly understood that this person was already planning to die here and never went out again!

"Run!" Fan Zhong held his hand desperately, almost frantically trying to pull him out of this hell, "You...you are not a traitor! You are a hero! So come out quickly, We still have a lot of comrades who need you—”

As he spoke, his eye sockets became moist for some reason.He tightly held the scarred hand in the palm of his hand. Under the glove, this hand was full of scars carved by the lunatic himself, and the bones were deeply visible; looking at such a hand, he suddenly remembered, This person is only 22 years old.

22 years old, such a youthful time.After so many years of struggling with the responsibility of being an executioner, now, do you still want to leave your life here!

"I asked them to give you a reward," he almost started talking nonsense, "you saved the compatriots in an entire area, after you get out, you can live well, live well...I don't blame you , none of us will blame you..."

The man paused with his hand, then slowly raised his eyes to look at him.Those were still the most haunting eyes he had ever seen.What is it that is in full bloom inside that is about to tear people's hearts apart?Is it the guilt that has collapsed in dreams for so many years, or is it the firm and unchanging belief?

The lunatic's fingers slowly used some strength, pulling his hand down.

"It's useless." His expression was calm, as if he was chatting with an old neighbor in the sun, "My hands are all stained with the blood of my compatriots—I can't go back."

No matter how many times I washed it with clean water, even if I peeled off a layer of skin with a knife, the blood stains still stuck to it, which was shocking all the time.The lunatic can see the blood every day, he looked at his hands, and suddenly laughed foolishly.

How can a person who has already fallen into hell go back?

a finger.

two fingers.

He stubbornly broke down Fan Zhong's fingers that were holding him tightly one by one. Fan Zhong exhausted his last bit of strength to hold him tightly, and finally only the last little finger remained.

"Please," Fan Zhong finally had tears in his eyes, weeping uncontrollably amid the sound of gunfire, "Please..."

The lunatic pursed his lips tightly, and in the end, without hesitation, he removed the last bit of restraint.

"I'm not eligible to go back."

He turned his head and walked towards the direction he came from without hesitation - the almost desperate Japanese soldiers quickly found him, and the soldiers who had just watched him release the prisoners immediately yelled loudly, he seemed to have fallen into a pack of wolves The sheep were quickly torn to pieces by the angry soldiers.

"traitor!"

"traitor!!!"

Amidst such curses full of resentment, amidst the sharp knife stabbing into his chest crazily, amidst crying and roaring, he squinted his eyes slightly, showing his first smile in so many years.

The continuous misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the lingering and beautiful folk tunes, the gently swaying arms of his mother when she hugged him-all these things he once had finally came back to him at the last moment.

Then he finally blinked those beautiful incredible eyes, and then slowly, slowly closed them.

The picture freezes at the moment when he closes his eyes, and when he turns away again, it has changed into a picture of several people together: a courtesan in a colorful cheongsam quietly dropping medicine powder in an arms dealer, an actor flying around. The sharp blade hidden under the water sleeve, the sudden firm eyes of an ordinary Japanese soldier...

They are a group of people who cannot walk in the sun.

They are not allowed to be in the light, but their hearts do not allow them to be in the dark.They are struggling in the small gray area, and they are heroes that no one admires in the unknown corners.

they.

At the end of the story, the battle song of victory spread throughout the land of China, but Fan Zhong returned to that place alone.

It has become a new factory building, and the countless surviving people are sharing the newly harvested grain here, and it is a thriving scene.

"Where's the skeleton?" Fan Zhong searched through the land where he buried it at that time but couldn't find it. He immediately turned his head and asked, "Where is the person I buried here!"

The people at the head looked at each other in blank dismay, and were too scared to go forward by his terrifying aura. Finally, one person bit the bullet and said, "When digging the ground before, someone recognized him as a wicked Japanese... .So, we, we burned him."

Burned.

Fan Zhong staggered for a moment, and then suddenly stepped forward to lift his collar: "What did you say?"

"It's burned!" The man was wronged and confused, "He tortured so many of our comrades, shouldn't he be burned? If he hadn't been chopped up, I hope to get him out and teach him a lesson." Woolen cloth!"

Fan Zhong couldn't care about anything else, he directly raised his fist, and punched him in the face mercilessly.Then he gritted his teeth fiercely, squinted his eyes, and pointed at everyone here: "You, you...all of you are not qualified to say that about him."

"What he has been tortured for so many years is the lives of you people! If we don't even accept him, who else can accept him?"

Everyone at the scene looked at him in amazement. Fan Zhong took a small pinch of loess from the dug-up land, and carefully put it into his arms.

"Going home...we're going home."

At the end of the movie is a group of real shots. These heroes who have no names or records, and they are not even Chinese. They all lie quietly in small urns and are escorted to the plane by countless soldiers. Returning to the motherland under the fluttering red flag.After many years, some of them were finally posthumously named martyrs and properly buried in the martyrs cemetery.

This time, it was really home.

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When the music at the end of the movie sounded, the audience still sat motionless in their seats—after a long time, the unstoppable sobs came from the theater.

Immediately afterwards, the sound became louder and turned into a chorus that gathered in one place, swirling lowly in the auditorium.

Chen Mumu's eyes were red from crying, and while desperately holding back her tears, she went to take out a tissue from her boyfriend's pocket, but she found nothing after touching it for a long time.When she turned her head again, she found that her boyfriend was holding the last piece in his hand, crying like rain, crying worse than her.

Chen Mumu:......

That night, more than half of the audience who watched the premiere couldn't fall asleep, and their dreams were all about the eyes that finally closed slowly.The long film review appeared almost a few minutes after the movie ended, and countless people expressed their inner shock on various social media.

[I originally went for Ci Bao, but this movie really moved me thoroughly.The cowardly appearance of a woman who claims to never cry in a movie theater is unbearable...]

[It's too miserable, woo woo, how could it be so miserable!My Ci Bao ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (crying)]

A long comment by a rather well-known film critic was quickly pushed to the front page:

【You thought there was only light in the world, but someone actually blocked the darkness for you.

......

They walk in the gray area between black and white with the burden of guilt. They are a group of people who are struggling between the righteousness of the nation and the sense of guilt.But they have the same beliefs as the light.

Unsung heroes are also heroes.Those of us who live under the shadow of their hard work should have admiration for all of them who have worked hard for the country.

Welcome home. 】

Under this long comment, within two or three hours, audiences who have already watched the movie quickly built tall buildings.They seemed to have made an agreement, all formations were exactly the same, and no one said goodbye.

【Welcome home. 】

【Welcome home. 】

【Welcome home. 】

......

This wave of popularity quickly rushed to the hot search, and Chu Ci, who played the role of the madman, was also hit. Countless people flocked to his Weibo, swiping [Welcome home] in unison, watching him I can't laugh or cry.

After he finally breaks free from the role's influence, it seems the audience sees the two of them as one again.

The effect of "They" is astonishing.In the early days, most theaters only regarded it as a small-scale literary film, but unexpectedly, although the box office on the day of the premiere was not too high, on the third day, the film turned out to be There is a faint posture of soaring into the sky, the venue is full, and tickets are hard to find.

After confirming that those who bought movie tickets really came here for the second time and the third time, the theater chain couldn't help but panic, and immediately added a lot of movies to meet the market demand.As the only film with a unique style of painting around Christmas, it really caught everyone's eyes to achieve such a result-the director of a comedy that chose to be released at the same time as "They" even personally Come forward, angrily accuse "Them" of adulterating the box office.

"The status quo of domestic films is declining day by day," he said impassionedly in an interview with reporters. "In the case of a sluggish market, we can all understand the desire to look better...but using the method of stealing the box office This method is a bit too much."

This kind of so-called shady scene in the entertainment circle originally aroused the curiosity of those who eat melons the most.He originally wanted to take this opportunity to pour a basin of sewage on "Them" first. Once the sewage is poured down, in some people's hearts, it will basically never be washed away; no matter whether the sewage is true or not, one must try first. Just suppress the opponent.

However, to his surprise, passers-by who ate melons this time said that their eyes suddenly lit up, and only the blind were on his side.

[There is really no such thing as checking the box office, after all, I haven’t even bought a movie ticket┑(￣Д￣)┍]

【I'm in a movie theater, and everyone sitting here is serious! 】

[The box office can win, but so many good reviews are hard to win.I saw that your films are all bad reviews asking for money back. If you want to suppress others, why not find the reason in yourself first. 】

The last comment successfully aroused the public's second opinion. At the same time, this wave of box office turmoil also attracted more passers-by who had no intention of watching the movie to the movie.After they read the movie reviews, they felt a little itchy, and many of them chose to go to the cinema to watch this recently well-received movie.

Unexpectedly, when I went into the theater, the seats were tight, and there were many people around me who came for three or even four swipes.Most of the viewers who revisited were already prepared, and the bags were full of large bags of tissues. Seeing that some viewers who came to see it for the first time asked curiously, and gave them a few slices very kindly.

The audience who was given tissues was at a loss: "...Thank you, I am in tears."

"Trust me," the person who brushed again winked at him, "you definitely need it."

......

Two and a half hours later.

The audience who previously claimed to have a high tear point managed to bury their heads and cry like a dog.

With the help of this wave of popularity in the movie, Chuci's popularity quickly took a step up - most of the people in this step are still mother fans.The lunatic who has been struggling with humanity and righteousness has aroused the compassion of countless people. There are waves of fan-humanities and related comics in the circle. The limelight of the welcome "Yo Yo Luming" was completely suppressed.

Chu Ci has also fully experienced the popularity effect brought by the big screen. Now he can't even go out to buy food. He thought that he would not be recognized by people at five or six in the morning. Unexpectedly, a group of old ladies surrounded him excitedly, snotting. Tears pulled him to talk, and he kept putting vegetables in his bag.

"I..." Chu Ci was really at a loss, "I can't have..."

"Good boy, I know you have a good heart!" The old grandma in the lead desperately stuffed the buns into his hands, tears streaming down her face, "We don't blame you, no one really blames you, just come back, Just come back..."

Chu Ci: ...

He was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention and enthusiasm, so he had to bite the bullet and forcefully stuff the money into the old lady's bag, and then politely said that he would go home to cook, and ran away when no one was prepared.

The old man's legs and feet are not as flexible as his. Seeing him running, he wanted to catch up with him a few steps. Unexpectedly, after only two steps, he was so tired that he was out of breath. He had to stop and watched the child disappear like a live rabbit. In sight.They glanced at the back and couldn't help sighing: "Ah, what a poor child."

The old lady next to her couldn't help but also brought it in: "Yeah, I've been tired for so many years, and finally the war is over, and I still have to cook by myself..."

"Didn't he cut off his hand with a knife? Is cooking okay?" Someone asked worriedly.

"Yes," the leading old lady patted her legs, "I should go to his house and help out a little bit!"

Chu Ci, who had already run home, sneezed suddenly.

He was crying, and when he took out the key to open the door, Avalokitesvara just happened to open the door and met his misty eyes: "...Xiao Ci, have you been bullied?"

"Please don't mention it," Chu Ci took off his shoes weakly, and fell down in the entrance with a big slap, "The old lady's fighting power is far beyond my imagination. These days, I'm afraid it's true Can't go out."

Avalokitesvara hummed, and said: "It just so happens that I have something to go out, and I want to buy something, so let me do it for you."

Without thinking too much, Chu Ci took out the list from his pocket and handed it to Guanshiyin: "Then thank you Bodhisattva."

Avalokitesvara packed the list and said with confidence, "It's on me."

Chu Ci was waiting for his ingredients to arrive at home. He adjusted the seasoning and waited for the pot.Unexpectedly, I waited for this food from the morning to the afternoon, from the first day of the sun to the sunset, and the time for the third meal was almost missed, and there was still no one in sight.

Chu Ci: ...

What is the Bodhisattva doing?Did you grow your own food?

At the same time, Avalokitesvara.

"I want a piece of pork belly."

Butcher seller: "Customer, this is pork belly."

Avalokitesvara: "Nonsense, it has no flowers."

Butcher seller: "... Pork belly has no flowers."

Guanyin frowned: "Then why is it called pork belly?"

Butcher:  …

Is this here to buy meat, or to spoil the scene!

He couldn't afford to offer this big Buddha anymore, so he immediately waved his hand to invite the guest away: "Please over there, maybe the pork belly over there has flowers!" When the person left, he couldn't help rolling his eyes, "I want to spend pork belly, my brain is out of order..."

So Avalokitesvara stood silently in front of the next vendor.

"Hello, I want a piece of pork belly."

The author has something to say: Author: Should pork belly have flowers?Are there four girls in Siguniang Mountain?Are there any couples in the Husband and Wife Lung? ! !

Avalokitesvara: ... Husband and wife, lung slices?

She silently picked up the phone and called the police.