Senior Superstar

Chapter 940

Feeling that the old man seemed to have a deep resistance to disclosing his past, Li Shixin did not let the filming team enter the hospital with great fanfare.

Instead, let the camera set up the machine, fix the camera lens on Zhao Amei, and let everyone evacuate the house.

Even Liu Feng's grandson closed the door for the two of them at his signal, and retreated into the yard.

Worried that the front lighting would make the old man nervous, Li Shixin refused to allow it to be erected.

In the dark room, there is only sunlight from the window, adding a touch of warmth to the old man.

Facing such an environment, the old man's uneasiness seemed to have subsided a bit.

As his bench, Li Shixin smiled faintly at Zhao Amei.

"Grandma, we can begin."

"Where did I just say?"

Staring at the camera in front of him, the old man was obviously a little nervous.

Pushing the small bench forward, Li Shixin grabbed the old man's palm like a dead branch.

"Speaking of your name. Mamaw, what was your home like when you were a child?"

Under Li Shixin's guidance, the old man pondered for a long time before raising his head in regret.

"I can't remember clearly, but I remember that my father was a professor at that time, and his family background should be good. The house at home is not big, and it seems to have a small yard. I have two older brothers, the youngest one in the family. They both Dote on me very much."

Recalling the silk threads of childhood, the old man smiled happily.

"I remember that my second brother was seven years older than me. When he was a child, something bad happened. He was worried that his father would punish me, so he always forgot to protect himself. Once I smashed the window of my father's study to catch crickets. At that time, I was terrified. Yes. When my father came back and asked about it, I said that my second brother did it. As a result, my father beat my second brother’s ass with a ruler to bleed. He screamed in pain, but he didn’t say I did it. Once. That time, that time. Whoops, it's been too long, too long"

With a memory in his nineties, Li Shixin can't ask for too much.

Seeing the old man pat his forehead in frustration, he hurriedly said, "Grandma, you said your father is a professor at Jinling University, so have you ever been to school?"

Following Li Shixin's rhythm, the old man thought hard for a while, and nodded affirmatively.

"I have been there. Qimeng is a female Durban that my father found. The teacher there is very strict, but I forgot what she looked like. I remember that I didn't like to stay in her house at that time, and ran to the house after class. Later It would be better to go to elementary school. But I go to all girls' schools, and my father is an old pedant, and he is firmly against mixed schools."

"Later, the middle school was also the attached middle school of Jinling Women's University, which was also arranged by my father."

Having said that, the old man smiled heartily.

"He himself wanted to call me an old woman, but my mother yearned for a new woman and freedom. A few years after middle school, my father asked me to come home 20 minutes after school and not play with my classmates. .My mother and my second brother always cover for me. That’s when I met Ting Qing in a student parade.”

oh?

Hearing a slightly intimate address from the old man, Li Shixin became interested.

"Who is Ting Qing?"

Unexpectedly, facing Li Shixin's questioning, the smile on the old man's face suddenly froze.

After a while, she waved her hand to signal that she forgot.

Li Shixin was very sure that the old man hadn't really forgotten this time, but he still didn't continue to ask.

Instead, he thought about it and asked, "How old were you at that time?"

"Twelve or thirteen years old, I can't remember exactly."

Nodding his head, Li Shixin asked again: "Then what happened afterwards? How long have you been living with your family?"

The smile on the old man's face disappeared.

"It's only so long. In my third year of middle school, the devils invaded Nanjing. At that time, Jinling University moved to Sichuan, and my father refused to leave. Later, Nanjing fell. Many people died in the city. My father was afraid. Then our family ran to Jinling University, where a foreigner set up a refugee shelter. He is a professor there, familiar with the environment there, and even worked as a small official in the refugee shelter, responsible for the residence of refugees The distribution was okay at first, and there was food. Later, the Japanese surrounded the place, and the food was eaten up, and thousands of people were hungry.”

Speaking of that period of time, the old man's hand holding the walking stick showed blue veins.

"The family broke up at that time. My second brother was beaten to death by devils when he went out to look for food. My mother cried her eyes out and died of a cold. On the third day, my elder brother secretly I ran out to collect the body for my second brother, but was caught by the Japanese soldiers and had his head chopped off. My father went crazy."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't go on.

She covered her eyes with her old and deformed palms, sobbing heart-stoppingly, and the wrinkles around her eyes were filled with tears like canals.

Seeing the old man in this state, Li Shixin turned off the camera, and silently patted her on the back.

"No recording, Grandma, we'll stop here today."

After a whole afternoon, Zhao Amei's mood finally improved.

In the evening, in the temporarily rented old house next door to Zhao Amei, Li Shixin imported the material recorded at noon to the computer.

Because of the age and the inevitable memory degradation, the things the old man narrated seem quite fragmented.

But even so, after seeing the video, everyone in the production team inevitably fell into heaviness and anger.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his indignation towards that period of history that at night, Li Shixin could clearly feel the hostility in the team that had lasted for a week, and it had subsided a lot.

In the house.

Seeing Li Shixin repeatedly dragging the video at noon, Zhao Jinzhi sighed faintly.

"Recalling these things is too cruel for her."

Li Shixin didn't respond to Zhao Jinzhi's sigh.

He just pulled the progress bar and played the last part of the video for an unknown number of times.

"On the third day, my elder brother sneaked out at night to collect the body of my second brother, and was caught and beheaded by the Japanese soldiers."

Seeing the old man's trembling lips and trembling hands in the video, Li Shixin shook his head.

Letting go of his tightly clenched right hand, he took a deep breath.

"Although we still don't know why she has kept her name incognito for so many years, and she has been silent for so long as Amei Zhao. But since she found us and asked us to make a movie for her, it shows that she is ready."

Raising his head, Li Shixin's cheeks twitched, his eyes full of resentment.

"She had the courage to say that, and for us to...forget, that's the real cruelty."

Seeing Li Shixin like this for the first time, Zhao Jinzhi was a little scared.

As if aware of his emotions, Li Shixin closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Little Zhao."

"Um."

Zhao Jinzhi responded immediately.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"This time, I don't want to make a movie, I want to make a documentary."

Sensing Li Shixin's seriousness never before, Zhao Jinzhi nodded heavily.

"Okay. Have you decided on a name?"

"Thought it out."

Silently picked up the cigarette case that the landlord had put on the dining table, and lit a cigarette inside in his mouth, Li Shixin exhaled a puff of acrid smoke.

"Originally I planned to call it "1", but it seemed too thin, so let's call it "Shang"."

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