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

In order to record Zhou Qingru's affairs conveniently, Li Shixin actually prepared a whole set of shooting plan. Using the personnel and technology of the "Joker" setting team, the old man's oral history was filmed with high-definition video as a serious historical fact.

He had already planned these things on the plane back home.

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

It took a full seven days before Zhao Amei finally admitted that she was Zhou Qingru.

But as to when and why the name was changed. And most importantly, Li Shixin still has no clue about the period when the old man was a comfort woman.

After showing the hard-won interview video to everyone in the team, Xu Ge's irritable mood was slightly calmed down.

In the yard of Amei Zhao's house.

Looking at the frozen picture on the laptop, Xu Ge lit a cigarette.

"Godfather, let me say something you don't like to hear."

Silently closing the laptop, Xu Ge shook the cigarette ash into the mineral water bottle on the table, raised his head and said;

"You want to make a documentary, I have no objection, but it is not easy to make a documentary about comfort women. First, all the officially registered comfort women have passed away, and only Zhao Amei, who claims to be a comfort woman, is left. So far, she I have never personally told you about her time as a comfort woman, and we have not seen any facts that can prove this."

"at this point."

Li Shixin was about to speak, but was interrupted by Xu Ge: "Listen to me first."

Throwing the half-smoked cigarette into the mineral water bottle and extinguishing it, Xu Ge waved his finger and said, "Let's assume that everything she wrote to you is true. Just treat her as the last comfort woman in China, but you Have you ever thought that she is the only one alive, 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 wanted to make a documentary, and this problem cannot be avoided.

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

"There's a second question."

Just when everyone was quite appreciative, Xu Ge stretched out another finger.

"Time! According to Zhao Amei, that is, Zhou Qingru's self-report in the letter, she was born in 1926 and is ninety-five years old this year. We don't know her health. At such an age, who can guarantee that she will be filming It will be fine within the period? What if something happens to her and we can't continue the filming halfway through, what should we do?"

Perhaps realizing that these worries might be suspected of being an egoist, Xu Ge lit a cigarette again, sighed and said, "Godfather, it's not that I don't pay attention to this matter.

It's just that I'm very upset now. We've been here for eight days, and all we have so far is the 11-minute interview video. As a documentary material, it can't even strongly support the Nanjing incident.

Her recollection is too general, and there are no details. I'm not saying she lied, it's been so long, she might have forgotten it! We spend like this, every extra day we spend, we have to double the risk! "

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

Although Xu Ge's words were a bit of a naysayer, everyone had to admit that his worries were not unreasonable.

Hearing the opinions of the No. 4 godson, Li Shixin also nodded slightly.

"Director Xu is very considerate."

"Cough, cough, godfather"

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

Seeing this guy's panic, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

"Okay, I don't mean to be angry with you. I know what you are worried about. It is nothing more than thinking that the documentary needs to be interviewed and verified. It is time-consuming and labor-intensive. If there is no result, all the work will be in vain."

Xu Ge grinned at Li Shixin's explanation.

"I've actually thought about what you're worried about these days. This is what I planned. This time, I'm not going to do a traditional documentary. I'm trying to prove the existence of comfort women and put all the evidence away. Come out and prove that history."

"Then how to shoot?"

Hearing Li Shixin's thoughts, Xu Ge and the team's main creators all opened their eyes wide.

"From the point of view of the shooting attitude, we believe that Zhao Amei's experience of comfort women is a fact, and we also believe that the historical existence of comfort women is meaningful. Because so much evidence and so much historical data have already shown that this is an iron-clad fact. ! This time, we won't prove it anymore."

With that said, Li Shixin stood up.

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

"Although what I say next will seem subjective, I can still assure you that Amei Zhao has not forgotten. She wants to say it, but she has concerns.

I don't know what the concern is, but I guess it is this concern that made her change from Zhou Qingru to Zhao Amei, and kept her anonymity for so many years, never mentioning that experience to outsiders.

What we have to do now is to accompany her, record her current living conditions, and wait for her to gather enough courage to tell that period of history. "

Looking around at all the team members in the room, Li Shixin paused every word.

"If you put aside your doubts and assume her experience is the truth, then you should be able to understand that it is not an easy task to tell about that experience.

So I beg you to give me some time and give her more tolerance. Don't push her, just record it truthfully. She doesn't talk about the past, we just record the present. We don't care about other things in this documentary, and only show Zhao Amei's life. "

Hearing Li Shixin's sincere tone, everyone in the team fell silent.

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

"Take it as a holiday in the village."

"I don't care. I'm a single dog. Where should I stay?"

"I don't care anymore. My wife is like a wolf at thirty, so she has the right to raise her kidneys here. You don't know how happy you are if you don't hand in your homework every day!"

"There are a lot of people who raise chickens in the village, and I will study two stews tomorrow!"

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

Seeing a group of young people get up and go out talking and laughing, Li Shixin cupped his hands silently.

When everyone walked out of the yard in twos and threes and went back to their residences, in the dilapidated main room, a pair of cloudy eyes were tightly closed in the darkness.

There are no lights in the room, just a hearing aid work light the size of a pinhead that flicks on from time to time.

In the next few days, the progress of filming was still not great.

It seems that just talking about my childhood with Li Shixin has exhausted all my energy. 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.

A team of more than 30 people harvested chicken lives in the village at a rate of six almost every day.

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

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

The elderly usually live alone and hardly go out.

As I get older, some jobs that require physical strength cannot be done at all. Usually, the sanitation in the yard is only roughly cleaned when the villages and towns come to express their condolences during the Chinese New Year.

Over the years, the front and back of the house are full of old things and garbage.

In the beginning, there were only one or two people who had nothing to do to transport garbage, but in the next two days, almost all members of the team participated.

Seeing a group of young people sweating profusely in the yard, Zhao Amei seemed particularly frightened. Regardless of Liu Feng and others' obstruction, she stubbornly carried a teapot and poured tea and water to every young man who was working.

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

"Come here, Mamaw. See if this flowerpot is here, okay?"

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

The chicken racks that had collapsed were gone, replaced by neat rows of ridges sprinkled with flower seeds.

The old things that were originally piled up on the roof were also transported away.

Now there is an antique water tank there, and the dew on the eaves is dripping down, making crisp and pleasant ding-dongs in the tank.

The courtyard, which has been thoroughly cleaned, is neatly padded with new bricks and fine sand, which creaks when stepped on, and there are no more potholes to stumble over.

At the base of the originally stinky courtyard wall, pots of budding juvenile chrysanthemums and ball orchids exude bursts of faint fragrance.

In the middle of the yard, there is a group of young people who are tanned and their teeth look very white.

There was no lingering haze in the sky and the sun was just right.

Seeing the smiling faces, the old man laughed too.

The wrinkles of laughing are all gathered together, revealing the baby's bare gums.

While laughing, she praised.

"How nice, how clean, how clean, how nice."

Laughing, praising, she cried.