Senior Superstar

   Chapter 1247

  The idea of ​​making a documentary was not a temporary motive.

  In order to record Zhou Qingru's affairs conveniently, Li Shixin actually prepared a complete set of shooting plans. Using the personnel and technology of the "Joker" set-up team, the oral history of the elderly was photographed with high-definition video as serious historical facts.

  He had planned these things on the plane back home.

  It's just that he didn't expect that the shooting process would be so tortuous.

  After a full seven days, Zhao Amei finally admitted that she was Zhou Qingru.

  But as to when the name was changed, and why. And most importantly, Li Shixin still didn't have a clue about the period when the old man was a comfort woman.

  After the video of the hard-to-follow interview was shown to everyone on the team, Xu Ge's irritable mood was slightly appeased.

  In the courtyard of Zhao Amei’s house.

  Looking at the freeze frame on the laptop, Xu Ge lit a cigarette.

   "God father, let me say something you don't like."

  Closed the laptop silently, Xu Ge shook the cigarette ashes into the mineral water bottle on the table, raised his head and said;

"You want to make a documentary, I have no opinion, but the documentary about comfort women is not easy to shoot. Firstly, all the comfort women currently registered in the official register have passed away, and only this is Zhao Amei, who claims to be a comfort woman. So far, she I have never told you personally about her when she was a comfort woman, and we have never seen the facts that can prove it."

"at this point."

  Li Shixin just wanted to talk, he was interrupted by Xu Ge: "You listen to me first."

Throwing only half of the cigarette into the mineral water bottle and extinguishing, Xu Ge waved his fingers and said: "Let’s assume that what she said in the letter to you is true. Assume that she is the last comfort woman in China, but you Have you ever thought that she is the only one left alive at the moment, how much material can we shoot?"

What Xu Ge said is indeed a real problem.

  The team members in the room nodded slightly.

  Li Shixin wants to make a documentary. This problem cannot be avoided.

The significance of   documentary lies in complete restoration, or strong proof. Now there are only the words of Zhao Amei's family, without physical evidence, how can it be called powerful?

   "There is a second question."

  Just as everyone was quite agreeable, Xu Ge stretched out another finger.

"Time! According to Zhao Amei, who is Zhou Qingru's own statement in the letter, she was born in 1926 and is 95 years old this year. We don't know her health condition. At such an old age, who can guarantee that she is filming? It will be fine during the period? What should we do if something happens to her and we can't proceed in the middle of the filming?"

  Perhaps realizing that this worry is suspected of being a refined egoist, Xu Ge reignited a cigarette and sighed: "God, I don't take this matter seriously.

  It’s just that I’m very upset now. We have been here for eight days, and the current income is only the 11-minute interview video. As the material of the documentary, it can’t even provide a strong proof of the incident in Nanjing.

  Her memories are too general, and there are no details. I'm not saying that she lied, for too long, she might have forgotten it at all! We consume like this, and every additional day we consume, we have to double the risk! "

"So my opinion is that it is okay to make a documentary. But you need to tell A-mei Zhao as soon as possible and let her tell what she really needs to record. As for other materials, we can find more physical evidence to confirm her from the side. Those general things."

  Although Xu Ge’s words are a bit counter-pointing, everyone has to admit that his worry is not unreasonable.

  Listening to the opinions of the fourth godson, Li Shixin nodded slightly.

   "Director Xu is well thought out."

   "Cough cough, cough. Godfather"

  Hearing Li Shixin calling himself "Director Xu", Xu Ge choked on the cigarette that he had just drawn into his mouth.

  Looking at the horror of this product, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

   "Okay, I don't mean to be angry with you. Knowing what you are worried about is nothing more than thinking that the documentary needs to be visited, requires certification, and is time-consuming and labor-intensive. If you can't produce results, everything is in vain."

  After Li Shixin said it through, Xu Ge grinned.

"The things you are worried about are actually thought about in the past few days. I planned that way, this time I will not do the traditional documentary set. I strive to prove the existence of comfort women and put all the evidences. Come out and prove that period of history."

   "How do you shoot?"

  Hearing Li Shixin’s thoughts, Xu Ge and several of the team’s main creators opened their eyes wide.

"From the perspective of shooting attitude, we believe that Zhao Amei’s experience of comfort women is a fact, and we also believe that the history of comfort women is meaningful. Because so much evidence and so many historical data have shown that this is an iron fact. This time, we will not prove it again."

  Speaking, Li Shixin stood up.

   "What I have to do is to admit the facts and show the impact."

   "Although my next words will appear subjective, I can still pack tickets with you, and Zhao Amei has not forgotten. She wants to say, but she has concerns.

  I don’t know what the concerns are, but I guess it was this concern that made her change from Zhou Qingru to Zhao Amei, keeping her anonymous for so many years, and never mentioned that experience to outsiders.

  What we have to do now is to accompany her, record her current life state, and wait until she has enough courage to tell the history. "

  Looking around at all the team members in the room, Li Shixin uttered a word.

  "If you cast aside your doubts, first assume that her experience is true. Then you should be able to understand that it is not easy to tell that experience.

  So I implore you to give me some time and give her more tolerance. Don't force her, just record it truthfully. She doesn't talk about the past, we will record the present. We don't care about anything else in this documentary, only the life of Zhao Amei. "

  Hearing Li Shixin’s sincere tone, everyone in the team stopped talking.

  After a while, the atmosphere in the room suddenly got rid of its depression.

   "It's like coming to the village for a holiday."

   "I don't care, a single dog. Where can I stay?"

  "I don’t care anymore. My wife is thirty like a wolf. She is here to raise the kidney. You don’t know how happy you are if you don’t hand in your homework every day!"

   "There are so many chickens in the village. I will study two stews tomorrow!"

   "The backyard of Grandma Zhao's house is full of rubbish. If we don't need our lighting unit tomorrow, I will go and clean up."

   Seeing a group of young people get up and go out with a smile, Li Shixin arched his hands and clasped his fists silently.

  As everyone walked out of the yard in twos and threes and went back to their place of residence, in the dilapidated hall, a pair of muddy eyes closed tightly in the dark.

  There is no electric light in the room, only the working light of a hearing aid with the size of a needle-point flickering on from time to time.

  In the next few days, the progress of shooting is still not great.

  It seems that just after talking to Li Shixin about his childhood, all his energy was consumed. The old man never took the initiative to talk about the past.

  In this state, a group of team members who were appeased by Li Shixin vented their energy to other places.

  First of all, the chickens in the village suffered from seedlings.

  The team of more than 30 people is harvesting the lives of the chickens in the village at a rate of almost six per day.

   Correspondingly, the turnover of the only commissary in the village has also ushered in the largest growth peak since its opening.

  After eating and drinking, a group of young people put their energy on the yard of Zhao Amei’s house.

  The elderly usually live alone and hardly go out.

  I'm getting older, and I can't do some physical tasks at all. The sanitation in the yard is usually cleaned up only when the villages and towns come to visit during the Chinese New Year.

  For many years, old things and garbage are piled up in front of and behind the house.

  In the beginning, it was just one or two people who were free to transport the garbage, but in the next two days, almost all members of the team participated in it.

   Seeing a group of young people sweating like rain in the yard, Zhao Amei looked particularly apprehensive. Regardless of Liu Feng and others' blockade, she stubbornly carried the teapot and poured tea and water to every young man at work.

  The sixteenth day when Li Shixin and others arrived in Hongtang Village.

  "Come on, Grandma. See if this flowerpot is placed here, OK?"

  Under the guidance of a group of young people asking for credit, Zhao Amei walked to the yard tremblingly with the teapot.

  The chicken racks that had collapsed were gone. Instead, rows of neatly arranged ditches were sprinkled with flower seeds.

  The old things piled up on the roof were also taken away.

  Now there is an antique water tank, and the dew drops on the eaves are ticking down, and there are bursts of crisp and sweet jingles in the tank.

  The courtyard was thoroughly cleaned up, with neat new bricks and fine sand, and it creaked when stepped on it, and there were no potholes to stumble and stumble.

  The original smelly roots of the courtyard wall, a pot of budding juvenile chrysanthemums and ball orchids, exuding bursts of fragrant fragrance.

  In the middle of the yard, there are a group of young people who have been tanned and have white teeth.

  There is no lingering mist in the sky, the sun is just right.

  Seeing those smiling faces, the old man also laughed.

  The wrinkles of laughter were all gathered together, revealing the bare gums of a baby.

  While smiling, she praised.

   "How good, how clean and clean, how good."

   Laughing and complimenting, she cried.

  (End of this chapter)