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Weibo.

After Li Shixin suddenly updated a wave of news, he uncharacteristically disappeared without interacting with netizens. Many confused netizens immediately pointed their questions at the official Weibo account of the Shanghai Comfort Women Museum.

"What's the situation? Why did Lord Xin post such a news all of a sudden?"

"Having disappeared for more than a month, why did you suddenly get involved with the Shanghai Comfort Women Museum? What is Lord Xin doing?"

"Cenna! There is also a comfort women museum in Shanghai? This is the first time I, a native of Shanghai, have heard of it!"

"Shanghai Normal University graduates said: There is indeed such a museum. The location is on the second floor of Wenyuan Building, Shanghai Normal University, No. 100, Guilin Road.

The museum houses a collection of various commemorative cultural relics donated by survivors of comfort women, including the passport used by the old man Wan Aihua when she went to Japan to sue, the certificates of the old man Yuan Zhulin who attended the hearing overseas and the first batch of compensations filed by mainland China to Japan The indictment, as well as the potassium permanganate and her dying will brought out by the elderly Lei Guiying from the Gaotaipo Comfort Station in Nanjing, as well as the victim's hand and foot masks.

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

"My God? @华旗艺术人李世信, @湖海防感娘委局, what’s going on!? Can you explain, I’m confused by this wave of operations!”

Li Shixin's sudden end to the filming of "Joker" and his mysterious return to China has been a hot topic in the entertainment industry for nearly a month.

With a huge amount of traffic, it took less than half an hour for the Shanghai Comfort Women Museum, which was hardly noticed before, to usher in a traffic peak since the opening of the official Weibo account!

I have never seen such a battle before, and the entire museum's online publicity team was dumbfounded.

Finally, under the roll call and inquiries of countless netizens, the official Weibo urgently released another update.

"We don't know the specific situation of Mr. Li. Tonight, Mr. Li contacted our museum and requested to donate RMB 10 million for the expansion of the exhibition hall. He also conveyed to our museum that he may be the last deceased person in my country. The last will of Zhao Amei, a comfort woman victim.

In her will, the elderly Zhao Amei hoped that the body would be kept forever as evidence of the brutality of the comfort women of the Japanese army who invaded China.

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

In the next few days, our museum will vacate a special exhibition area to house the remains of the elderly Zhao Amei. After all the nursing and display work is over, our museum will issue an announcement, and it will be available for the public to express their condolences at that time! "

Following this dynamic update, many confused netizens fell silent.

Some old Iron Guardians who are familiar with Li Shixin's temperament have roughly guessed what Li Shixin has been busy with in the past month.

I don't know who started it first, but in the latest developments of the Shanghai Comfort Women Museum, new problems have emerged one after another;

"What time tomorrow?"

"The coordinates are Shanghai, can I go to the scene to express my condolences?"

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

From the very beginning of filming, Lee Se-shin set the tone for this special documentary - plain presentation.

There is no need for too much embellishment, it is enough to show the old man's last period in full.

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

In almost one night, Xu Ge edited the irrelevant passages out of the materials that had been watched many times before, and edited them together.

Until around seven o'clock in the morning, Xu Ge rubbed his swollen eyes and lit a cigarette.

Curly smoke spread and wafted in the studio, Xu Ge's lips trembled involuntarily as he watched the rough film edited by the entire team in just one night, and the final duration was only two and a half hours.

"Brother Xu."

On the side, the editor handed over a piece of facial tissue.

Taking the piece of tissue paper and covering his burning eyes, Xu Ge licked away the tears from his lips.

"How could it be only two and a half hours? How could it be only two and a half hours? Her life is obviously so long."

Listening to Xu Ge's murmur, the people who had stayed up all night in the studio and hadn't shed tears from the beginning to the end couldn't hold back again.

seven thirty.

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

"Godfather."

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

His eyes fell on the crystal clear crystal coffin.

Unlike the old man's ill-fated life, the crystal coffin was completely transparent without any flaws.

Inside the crystal coffin, the remains of the old man are far from peaceful.

She frowned lightly, as if she was still feeling sorry and guilty for the broken jade bracelet.

The private parts of the body were wrapped in pure white gauze, and in sharp contrast to the clear crystal coffin were those hideous and filthy tattoos and scars!

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

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

Finally, he took a deep look at the face of the old man, and he bowed deeply.

Behind him, Zhao Jinzhi, Wu Ming, Liu Feng, Chen Boshi, Su Sansan and other old fans and teenagers had red noses, still sobbing uncontrollably.

Amid sobbing, Liu Feng's grandson, who was still wearing the mandarin jacket that he hadn't had time to change, gently put a white lily on the coffin lid.

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

"Come on, take it easy."

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

Closed his eyes deeply, Li Shixin turned around.

"Alright, according to Grandma Zhao's will, she has been sent away."

As he spoke, he held up a small wooden box.

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

From 7 o'clock in the morning, netizens gathered in front of the Shanghai Demonstration University one after another, waiting to mourn Zhao Amei's body in advance, and take a look at Li Shixin's recent situation.

By 10:20, no less than a thousand people had gathered in front of the Wenyuan Building of Shanghai Normal University at the school gate.

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

It was some reporters who came after hearing the news, and they picked up their cameras and video cameras one after another.

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

There was only one crystal coffin, which was carried by eight funeral workers, and slowly passed through the crowd under the escort of school security.

Before they had time to be disappointed, they heard bursts of suppressed roars.

"We can't live together, we can't live together!"

"Little RB, I honor your ancestor!"

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

"Ms. Li, it's here."

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

However, the several teaching buildings built 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 we entered Nanjing, the weather became clearer.

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

The sunshine has painted a piece of leisure and peace for this piece of land that has experienced wind and frost.

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

"In 2013, shortly after the government designated this campus as an external scenic spot, we rebuilt the monument to the victims of the disaster. In 2017, Mr. Sun's family found us and proposed We wanted to bury Mr. Sun's ashes here. After discussion with the Bureau of Cultural Heritage, we finally buried Mr. Sun's ashes on the left side of the monument. However, due to the cultural preservation policy, no monument was erected for him. Only at the bottom of the stele, An inscription was specially carved for him. Here, it is roughly in this position."

As the person in charge of the scenic spot walked up to the stele, Li Shixin squatted down silently.

Carefully, read the long list of victims on the stele.

After more than ten minutes, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes that were blinded by the sunlight, and smiled at the person in charge.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, just place it on the right side of the stele."

"good."

Hearing Li Shixin's request, the person in charge personally brought a square iron shovel, carefully lifted the lawn, and dug a small hole about two feet deep and one foot square under the stele.

Wrapping the sandalwood box with the jade bracelet on it with white silk, Li Shixin gently put it into the small pit.

After the staff filled up the hole again, Li Shixin led a group of old fans and teenagers all dressed in black, and stood in front of the stele.

In the middle of the stele, a row of names of victims surnamed Zhou is very conspicuous.

Zhou Zhizhu, Zhou Liushi, Zhou Qingquan, Zhou Qingxi.

Those were Zhou Qingru's family members.

At the bottom of the right side of the stele, a short inscription is engraved in seal.

"My wife is Qingru, and Tingqing is here."

Looking at the family finally reunited after more than 80 years, Li Shixin, standing in the sun, smiled.

"Goodbye, Miss Zhou."

Facing the new land under the stele, he waved his hand lightly.