You Made Me a Superstar

Chapter 310: Xiao Zhou is a good boy

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 was stopped abruptly without finishing the words.

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

Although "Assembly" is one of the few high-grossing movies in the original world's main theme movies, even though I had seen this movie and my eyes were red, I felt sad in my heart, but as the years got older, Zhou Yang gradually began to disagree. Some of the details of the movie are beginning to be confusing, and there are even a lot of conspiracy theories that come to mind.

The part of the past was moved to the end, and after thinking deeply about its intention, it began to become a little terrifying.

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

For example, the details between the lines reveal deception and smear...

For example, the distinction between martyrs and missing persons is deliberately emphasized...

There was an article on the CCTV website that broke the news that "Assembly" was once filmed by someone from the Korean side, and the trousers were only used as supervisors.

If the contents of the diary are compiled into a script, those deliberate and subtle things must be deleted. In addition, it cannot be mixed with some private goods that are taken for granted like "Assembly"...

After flipping through the diary again, Zhou Yang already had a direction in his heart.

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

"In those days, the team was broken up and regrouped, and the files were incomplete, and the headquarters staff might not be able to follow along..."

"Many people are buried in a bottomless world, never see the sun again, and become unsung heroes..."

he muttered to himself.

He seemed to be recalling those distant years.

seems to have returned to the world where the bullets are haunted, in the edge of life and death, lingering in despair.

Then, he lowered his head and became silent again.

In the long silence, everyone's eyes were quite complicated.

"Forget it." He suddenly heard Old Yang and shook his head as if thinking of something: "I wanted to put this story on the big screen, but thinking about it now, it seems that the series of things that happened during this period were all in the palm of my hand. And the back of the hand, no matter how you hit it, it hurts, and those people used to defend their families and the country..."

Zhou Yang saw that Yang Lao carefully took back the diary, put it on his chest, and finally sighed: "Forget it, forget it... It's not good to shoot, no matter how you shoot it..."

Zhou Yang could feel a very complicated emotion from him.

Afterwards, seeing him sit back on the stool and take a sip of tea, this mixed emotions were a little dissipated.

in the house.

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

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

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

The juniors listened quietly, while An Zhibin clenched his fists unconsciously.

Time passes little by little.

During , An Xiao went outside to answer a call.

When An Xiao came back after answering the phone, her eyes became extremely complicated, she was holding a few books in her hand.

"grandfather……"

An Xiao interrupted this chat.

"What's wrong?"

"This is what kids learn."

"Let me see."

An Jianwu took the book that An Xiao handed over.

carefully opened the texts in the book.

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

Zhou Yang suddenly felt a chill, and his body instinctively got goosebumps.

suffocation.

Yes, it was a feeling of suffocation that the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, as if in the cloudy and depressing void, sultry thunder would sound at any time.

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

Zhou Yang saw An Jianwu put down the textbook silently, the expression on his face was extraordinarily serious, and there was a terrifying sense of chill in the depths of his eyes. Shang regained his kind smile: "I probably know, drink tea, hehe, Lao Yang, if you don't drink tea, it will be cold."

"Chief, I'm too old, I can't stay up all night, and I'm a little dizzy, why don't you forget it today..." After Yang Lao finished his tea, he glanced at An Jianwu.

"Ah, alright... Zhibin, let's send Grandpa Yang off."

"it is good."

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

"Under the hail of bullets, many people can't stand still. Even if they do fall, I hope future generations can stand with their heads held high..."

"Now it's a peaceful age, but there are some people who can't stand up, that's all, they can't stand up, and they even want the children to kneel along with them. Sometimes I really want to ask some people whether it's the Opium War or the late Qing Dynasty. Or when the Yuanmingyuan was set on fire?"

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

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

He was very uncomfortable here.

"I will handle this matter." An Xiao replied after hearing An Jianwu's words.

"Um."

In half an hour...

Zhou Yang finally came out of the study.

When came out, he took a long breath in his heart, only to feel that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and there was a feeling of being alive again.

Then, I inadvertently saw a row of long cylinder bean poles crooked in the field not far away. I walked over subconsciously, straightened the poles, and tied them with a rope. The sweet potato seedlings I put down came back after checking that there was no problem.

"Xiao Zhou is a good boy, I will bring him more in the future..." When An Jianwu and An Xiao came out, they glanced at Zhou Yang and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." An Xiao nodded.

"By the way, bring him some peas and corn. These are grown by myself. They are better than those bought in the market, so you can rest assured..." An Jianwu then glanced at the utility room next to him, as if thinking of something. said.

"it is good."

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The night is lingering.

Moon stars are rare.

Zhou Yang finally got into the car to go back.

However, when he was carrying something, he felt a little embarrassed.

I came here empty-handed, and when I went back, I carried a large bag of things, which gave people an inauthentic feeling.

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

"Oh, oh... That's good, that's good." Zhou Yang nodded, and couldn't hold 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 daze now.

Came to Mr. An's grandpa's house inexplicably. He didn't prepare anything, and he was at a loss for a while.

"The story of "The Golden Hook", I will negotiate with there, a new round of textbooks is being compiled, and should be included in the textbook..."

"Yes." Zhou Yang nodded.

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

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

"I originally wanted to help you write a book and make a movie, but the above is also supporting this content... Now think about it, in fact, compared to movies, children's values are the most important guide... These texts, The problem is very big." An Xiao handed the textbook to Zhou Yang.

By the moonlight, Zhou Yang looked at the texts.

The main purpose of the text is to promote the content of various noble virtues.

But if you look closely, you can see that a lot of the content in it is made up, especially many old and beautiful characters in the textbook are positive images, although there is no "Edison Saves Mother", but it is similar to "Washington Chopping the Cherry Tree" "" positive energy stories, in addition to these stories, when it comes to Chinese names, such as Tintin, characters such as Dongdong, are basically synonymous with laziness, laziness, and stupidity...

After really thinking about it, every textbook is normal, but every article is vaguely filled with the words "favorite foreigners".

After briefly flipping through a few articles, 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 1970s and 1980s experienced the invasion of Western culture and began to feel inferior... Their distorted values and orientations are very likely to affect children... In addition to these things, other aspects must be changed. Movies, I'm afraid it won't change anything, in fact, children's animations are either from R or from the old beauty..."

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

"What kind of cartoon?" An Xiao asked.

"In the form of cartoon characters, the story of that period of time is told..." Zhou Yang thought of a very excellent domestic animation in the original world.

"You know how to do it?"

"I know vaguely, you can try it out in an episode first."

"Okay, you make an outline, and I'll give it to you..."

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

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

"Mr. An, in addition to "Golden Fishing Hook", I also thought of another text..."

"what?"

"The name of the text is "Monument", "Golden Fishing Hook" is about crossing the grass, and "Monument" is about climbing a snowy mountain..."

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Late at night.

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