Senior Superstar

   Chapter 1255 Goodbye, Miss Zhou

  Weibo.

  After Li Shixin suddenly updated a wave of news, he disappeared without interacting with netizens uncharacteristically. Many confused netizens immediately targeted the official account of the Shanghai Comfort Women's Museum.

   "What's the situation? Why did Xin Ye suddenly post such a dynamic?"

  "After disappearing for more than a month, why is it all at once related to the Shanghai Comfort Women's Museum? What is Master Xin doing?"

   "Cana! There is also a Comfort Women Museum in Shanghai? It was the first time I heard of a native of Shanghai!"

  "A graduate of Shanghai Normal University said: Yes, there is indeed such a museum. The location is on the second floor of the Wenyuan Building of Shanghai Normal University, 100 Guilin Road.

The museum houses a collection of various commemorative cultural relics donated by comfort women survivors, including the passport used by the elderly Wan Aihua when he went to Japan to file a lawsuit, the documents used by the elderly Yuan Zhulin to attend the hearing abroad, and the first batch of compensation from mainland China to Japan. The indictment, as well as the potassium permanganate and her last testament brought by the elderly Lei Guiying from Nanjing Gaotaipo Comfort, and the hand and foot masks of the victim.

  If you are interested, except holidays, Tuesday to Sunday are free to visit. It's just that the place is not big and the exhibits on display are also very limited. "

  "My God? @华旗艺人李世信, @沪海阜安女子杂志, what is going on!? Can you explain, this wave of operations made me confused!"

  Li Shixin suddenly ended the filming of "Joker" and returned home mysteriously, which has been a hot topic in the entertainment industry in the past month.

   itself carries a huge amount of traffic, and it took less than half an hour to make the Shanghai Comfort Women's Museum, which had been almost unattended before, ushered in the traffic peak after the opening of the official WeChat account!

  I have never seen this battle before, and the entire museum’s online publicity team was confused.

  Finally, after countless netizens’ rollovers and inquiries, the official Weibo immediately released another update.

"We don’t know the specifics of Mr. Li. Tonight, Mr. Li contacted our pavilion and asked to donate RMB 10 million for the expansion of the pavilion. He also conveyed to our pavilion that it might be the last one in our country to pass away. The will of Zhao Amei’s elderly comfort woman victim.

  In the will, the elderly Zhao Amei hopes to keep the body forever as evidence of the beastly behavior of the comfort women of the Japanese invaders.

  Tomorrow, our museum will officially accept the remains of the elderly. At present, the long-term preservation and care of the remains have been undertaken by Jing'an Cemetery Funeral Co., Ltd.

  In the next few days, our museum will vacate a dedicated exhibition area to house the body of the elderly Zhao Amei. After all the care and display work is over, our museum will issue an announcement for the public to express condolences! "

  Following this dynamic update, many netizens who were bewildered became silent.

  Some old steel guardians who are familiar with Li Shixin’s temperament have roughly guessed what Li Shixin has been up to in the past month.

  I don’t know who got the head first. In the latest developments of the Shanghai-Sea Comfort Women’s Museum, new problems have emerged one after another;

"What time tomorrow?"

  "Coordinates in Shanghai, can I go to the scene to mourn?"

  The editing work of "Shang" basically does not require technical content.

  From the very beginning of filming, Li Shixin set the tone for this special documentary-plain display.

  No need to make too much decoration, just show the whole time of the old man’s last time, it is enough.

  According to this tone, there is no need to add filters, no background music, and even according to Li Shixin’s idea, even the effort of editing the screen is saved.

  In almost one night, Xu Ge skimmed out the irrelevant passages of the material that had been read many times before, and edited it together.

  Until 7 o'clock in the morning, Xu Ge rubbed his puffy eyes and lit a cigarette.

  Small smoke spread in the studio. Watching the whole team edit it in one night, and finally only two and a half hours in length, Xu Ge's lips trembled involuntarily.

   "Brother Xu."

  Aside, the editor passed a piece of facial tissue.

   took the piece of tissue and covered his hot eyes, Xu Ge licked the tears from his lips.

  "How can it be only two and a half hours, how can it be only one and a half hours? Her life is obviously so long"

  Listening to Xu Ge’s whisper, after a night in the studio, the people who had not broken their tears from beginning to end couldn't hold back again.

seven thirty.

In front of the gate of the funeral home of   Rongdian, Jiang Wenhai, who was dressed in a pure black suit and could not hide his burly figure, put on white gloves.

   "God father."

   Nodded to his godson who has been helping to run the foundation, Li Shixin turned his head.

  His eyes fell on the crystal coffin.

  Different from the old man’s life, the crystal coffin is transparent, without any flaws.

  In the crystal coffin, the old man’s remains are not peaceful.

  She frowned lightly, as if still feeling regret and guilt for the broken jade bracelet.

  The private parts of the remains are wrapped in white gauze, which contrasts sharply with the transparent crystal coffin, is the hideous and filthy tattoos and scars!

   Silently, Li Shixin took out the old man’s household registration information and death certificate from the town government to which Hongtang Village belongs.

  In the eyes of a group of old fans, she gently placed it on the lid of the crystal coffin and pasted it.

  Finally, he took a deep look at the old man's remains, and he bowed deeply.

  Behind him, Zhao Jinzhi, Wu Ming and Liu Feng, as well as Chen Boshi, Su Sansan and other old fans and teenagers with red noses, still can't stop weeping.

  While weeping, Liu Feng's grandson, who was still wearing a mantle and auspicious clothes that had not had time to change, gently placed a white lily on the lid of the coffin.

   patted him on the shoulder, Jiang Wenhai waved to the staff of Jing'an funeral.

   "Let's go, move lightly."

  Eight staff wearing black suits exerted their strength at the same time, and the crystal coffin was steadily lifted up and moved to the funeral compartment.

  Closed his eyes deeply, Li Shixin turned around.

   "Well, I have already followed Grandma Zhao's will and sent her away."

  Speaking, he held up a small wooden box.

   "Now, let's take Zhou Qingru home."

  Since 7 o’clock in the morning, a succession of netizens have gathered in front of the Shanghai Demonstration University, waiting to mourn Zhao Amei’s body in advance. By the way, let’s take a look at Li Shixin’s current situation.

  At 10:20, no fewer than a thousand people had gathered in front of the Wenyuan Building of Shanghai Normal University at the entrance of the school.

  As the special CMB sprayed with "Jing'an Funeral" slowly approached, there was a little commotion among the crowd.

  It was some reporters who rushed to hear the news, and picked up the cameras and video cameras in their hands one after another.

  But to their disappointment, after all the occupants in the car got out of the car, they did not find Li Shixin.

  There was only one crystal coffin, which was carried by eight funeral and interment staff. Under the **** of school security, it slowly passed through the crowd.

  Before they had time to be disappointed, they heard some depressed roars.

  "Don't share the sky, don't share the sky!"

   "Little RB, I am your ancestor!"

  At the same time, the former site of Nanjing Jinling University.

   "Mr. Li, that's right here."

  Jinling University, once designated as a refugee shelter during the Nanjing Massacre, has now become a part of Nanjing University.

  However, the several teaching buildings established when the school was founded have been designated as China’s 20th century architectural heritage and national key cultural relics protection units in this time and space, and have become a scenic spot in Nanjing.

  When I came out of Rongdian, the sky was still gloomy. But when I entered Nanjing, the weather became clearer.

  Stepping on the neatly manicured green grass, Li Shixin narrowed his eyes when he looked at the half-year-old buildings covered with roses.

  Sunshine has plated a leisurely and peaceful land for this wind-and-frost-experienced land.

  Following the guidance of the person in charge of the scenic spot, Li Shixin looked towards a small monument.

"In 13 years, when the government just designated this campus as an external attraction, we rebuilt the monument to the victims of the victims. In 17 years, the family of Mr. Sun found us and proposed I wanted to bury Mr. Sun’s ashes here. After the discussion of the Cultural Protection Bureau, we finally buried Mr. Sun’s ashes on the left side of the monument. However, due to the cultural protection policy, no monument was erected for him. Only at the bottom of the stone monument. An inscription was specially engraved for him. Here, it's roughly in this position."

  As the person in charge of the scenic spot walked to the stone monument, Li Shixin squatted silently.

   Carefully, I read the long list of victims on the stone tablet.

  It took more than ten minutes before he raised his head, squinted his eyes that couldn't be opened by the sun, and smiled at the person in charge.

   "Then bothering you, just put it on the right side of the stele."

"good."

   Hearing Li Shixin’s request, the person in charge personally brought Fang Tieshu, carefully opened the lawn, and dug a small pit about two feet deep and one foot square under the stone stele.

  Wrapped the sandalwood box with the jade bracelet on the Chen Fang with white silk, and Li Shixin gently put it in the small pit.

  After the staff filled the pit again, Li Shixin brought a group of old fans and teenagers all dressed in black to stand in front of the stone monument.

  In the middle of the stele, the names of the victims surnamed Zhou are very conspicuous.

  Zhou Zhizhu, Zhou Liu's, Zhou Qingquan, Zhou Qingxi.

   Those are Zhou Qingru’s family members.

  At the bottom of the right side of the stele, a short inscription is engraved on it.

   "My wife Qingru, Ting Qing is here."

  Looking at the family finally reunited after more than 80 years, Li Shixin stood in the sun with a smile.

   "Goodbye, Miss Zhou."

   At the new soil under the stele, he waved his hand gently.

  (End of this chapter)