Durin's Diary

Chapter 150 The Old Man and the River
Du Lin's homework was the first to be broadcast and received a lot of praise, especially from Mr. Duterte Marcus in the film industry. He came to Du Lin in person and stroked Du Lin's head with joy.

"What Czerny said is correct. Age is your advantage, and talent is your asset. I look forward to the day when your first work comes out."

At this point, the old man pointed at Du Lin and said, "Tell me, what do your classmates think of their works?"

"Countless girls' breasts and thighs." Du Lin told the truth.

The old man laughed heartily: "It's okay, this is as it should be. It's not normal for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old to not have this in mind."

After patting Du Lin on the shoulder, the old man returned to his seat.

Next was Elaine's homework. Although the long table of delicacies was not as stunning as Du Lin's homework, as a little bird, the fact that she could bring such a long table of delicacies to the table was enough to prove that she could also make it by herself.

Therefore, Elaine also received a lot of attention, and some people even had their eyes on her. However, this girl was very stubborn. She just said that she learned all these from Du Lin, and she rejected all the evil thoughts of those who had such wild ideas.

Elaine's words on the stage also made Professor Czerny in the audience curious: "You can cook, which makes me curious."

"A man must control his stomach so that he can say with a straight face that he has no shortcomings, instead of acting like a clown, eating food made by his mother or wife and claiming that he is impeccable." Du Lin explained with a smile.

This explanation made Professor Czerny smile. He nodded and looked at the big screen. "Now, let me see your classmates. You just told that old man Dutt that it was all breasts and thighs. I want to see what this scene of all breasts and thighs actually looks like."

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After watching a short film, Duterte Marcus couldn't calm down for a long time.

Dean Sean beside him was drinking tea while looking at his old friend: "Well, Du Lin was right, wasn't he? It's all breasts and thighs."

"Including the six nagisa and the three-headed girl with twelve legs?" Duterte turned his head to look at Sean. "The scariest horror movies I've ever seen weren't as scary as the flashback in that assignment. The girls were all crying. Damn it! When I knew Ish, he never lied like that. It must be that bastard from the Corleone family."

Dean Sean laughed like a weasel stealing a chicken.

The older generation was very tolerant of the delusions of the young, especially as mentioned before, the imaging device required the user to have arcane talent and amazing willpower. Everyone present was more or less related to these first-year students, and of course they understood that they and their strength could not be compared with Durin.

Of course, the whole show was not entirely made up of students' terrible work. There were also trailers of new works by the older generation of filmmakers. Du Lin saw the trailer of the tribute film shot by Mr. Duterte Marcus. You know what, the scene of queuing for execution was quite good.

Shining bayonets, oiled calfskin boots, and long-barreled cannons that represented the most powerful artillery at the time.

But there is no tension in the shots and all the content is too flat. However, considering that movies have only been around for less than 30 years, this is not easy.

After the trailer ended, Mr. Duterte Marcus walked onto the stage, gave a bunch of explanations, and answered several questions. Finally, he pointed at Du Lin and said, "Kid, come up."

Turin was patted on the back by the laughing mentor Czerny: "Come on, kid, this old guy Duterte wants to test you."

Du Lin could only smile awkwardly and walked onto the stage with his head held high.

Along the way, young people were cheering and most of the elders were smiling and encouraging.

"Don't tell me you can't handle war scenes. Come on, try to make this trailer of mine more appealing." At this point, the old man smiled and said, "Good job! I'll introduce my granddaughter to you."

The audience erupted in laughter, and the members of the magician group laughed especially loudly. Even Anta, who followed him onto the stage, covered his mouth and laughed for the first time.

Du Lin took the imaging device handed to him by Mrs. Salin and shook his head with a smile.

Come on, your granddaughter is an Osor bear, her arms are thicker than my waist and her fists are bigger than my head.

Putting the imaging device on his head, Du Lin watched the preview again, then took Anta's hand.

Suddenly, a voice was heard from the completely black screen. It was an old voice, belonging to His Majesty Robert Walter.

How lofty must one’s faith be, how profound must one’s steps be, and how cruel must one’s fate be to be able to make people sacrifice for their ideals.

This sentence was said by the first secretary of the First Northern Commune. It is normal to use it in a movie that depicts the history of the Northern Kingdom. What's more, it was even mentioned in Mr. Duterte's trailer, so there should be no problem.

The screen started to light up.

The tiny light came from a match, lighting the cigarette that was wrinkled on its owner's lips.

In front of him, soldiers were climbing ladders up the trenches.

Beside him, a soldier was kissing the holy emblem on the necklace on his chest.

A line of words appeared at the bottom of the screen.

August 1107, 2 in the holy calendar.

Kingdom of Darye Province, Merafonmon River, Frontier.

In the Battle of Merafingen, the Dreadnoughts of the First Commune held the Merafingen River line for three full months with the strength of a single army - breaking through the Merafingen River and crossing the strait would lead to Copenhagen.

Within three months, many boy troupes of the First Commune were dispersed and transferred out of the Northern Kingdom. Many of these children later formed the Second Commune in the northern Duchy of Savoy, preserving a lingering flame of Northernism.

Therefore, in the history textbook that Du Lin read, there was a description of this battle. The grassland elf author gave extremely high praise to both sides - for three months, the coalition forces of the kingdom had not been able to break through this line of defense. Even the most diehard nobles had to admit that the fighting will of the mortal infantry of the First Commune was rarely seen in the world.

The Kingdom Alliance also demonstrated extremely high combat proficiency, and it was common for companies on both sides to fight to the last man.

After taking a last puff of his cigarette, the young man stood up, pushed the soldiers aside and climbed out of the trench.

In a distant place, there was also a young man.

Pushing aside the soldiers who tried to stop them, the two young men walked to the center of the battlefield.

The battlefield was a torturous place, with their beards and sunken eyes, and the logistics were clearly unable to feed every soldier, especially in the First Commune.

But the young man still took out his wrinkled cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to the other person.

The latter said thank you, picked up a charred branch with some residual fire nearby, lit a cigarette, and then lit one for his equally young opponent.

As recorded in history books, Robert Walter and Jean Mayer exchanged pleasantries and finally agreed that the Dreadnoughts Legion would give up its defense line two days later.

After shaking hands, the two commanders said goodbye.

"Rang, why are you still bringing the last good boy against us?" the young man offering him a cigarette asked, watching his peer limping back in the direction they came from. "All of this is meaningless. Your failure is inevitable. The people you have can't defend Copenhagen. Don't let the blood of good children be shed in vain."

The young man opposite turned around, first numb, then sighed.

"It doesn't matter if I can hold on, or not. I only know that success doesn't have to be mine."

The screen went black.

The music starts playing.

(End of this chapter)