Durin's Diary

Chapter 264 Willing
When they returned home at noon, Astrid expressed Rabin's thoughts.

"He's cried all his tears, so pitiful," Astrid said, looking down the street.

The early winter snow has fallen and the world has turned white.

"This is the farewell of death, the embodiment of the fickleness of fate."

Durin held Astrid's hand with one hand and carried their backpacks with the other. The bear cub was watched by Kal'tsit and did not dare to run around.

"I always thought that the world of children was bitter, but I never thought that the world of adults could be so bitter too," Astrid said suddenly.

"The fact that you can think this way proves that you have grown up, Astrid." Du Lin sighed.

"Well, I want to grow up so I can help everyone. That's what my sisters all said." At this point, Astrid looked at Durin and said, "Mr. Durin, can you teach me how to use psychic power?"

"...If you really decide to learn, I can teach you some basic knowledge, but you need to explore the more profound knowledge on your own." Having said this, Du Lin looked across the street. There were many photos hanging on the wall, and the corners were filled with various flowers and snacks.

"I heard that's where the stampede happened," Astrid said.

When Du Lin looked at Rabin, he saw the young man squatting in the corner, staring blankly at the photos on the wall.

In just half an hour, the snow had already piled up on his head.

Fate is a little too cruel to young people.

Daju is very sentimental, which is rare for him.

Du Lin nodded in understanding: "Let's not go over there."

At this time, let Rabin calm down alone.

"Yeah," Astrid agreed.

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As Durin and Astrid walked away, Rabin raised his head and looked at the smiling girl in the photo. He drew the holy emblem of the original creator on his chest.

He stood up, brushed off the snow from his head, and walked towards the alley.

There were several young people standing there, and they all shook hands with Rabin.

Finally, the young half-elf walked up to Peck Nash.

"It's not too late to quit now, Rabin. Have you thought it through? I don't want you to regret it after one night. That would make things very difficult for both of us."

"I have thought about it. My brother Tony is dead, my girlfriend is dead, and my friend Dulin's father is dead... Since this land does not welcome young people like us, then witness the retribution we young people have brought to it." Having said that, Rabin stretched out his hand.

Peck shook hands with him with a serious expression. "Well, welcome to Northernism, young man. Ahead of us may be a bloody road with no end in sight."

"But we will create a way for the living." Rabin replied with a serious expression: "I am willing to fight for this leaf."

This is an elf proverb, which means never give in.

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When Turin arrived home, Signor Romeo Auditore was already waiting.

However, Mr. Romeo has already seen most of the storyboards and has a large understanding of what Du Lin wants to shoot. In his words, he is very satisfied.

His only problem now is whether Du Lin can complete the project in January.

"We have a few old friends who control almost 80% of the cinema chains in Farol. If you can finish it by the end of December, we can schedule the film during the New Year holiday, and everyone will have money in their pockets. Most importantly, Mr. Du Lin, the content and quality of your film far surpass all the films in the same period. They can't even compare to you."

Mr. Romeo is now very confident about the Assassin's Creed that Du Lin is going to shoot.

To Party A, you are no different from their biological father.

Then I'd really be at a loss.

While Du Lin was complaining, he also showed Mr. Romeo the second trailer.

Regarding costumes and props - Du Lin spent more time on costumes and props than on drawing storyboards throughout the entire film.

After watching the minute-long display of various costumes, the old man was very satisfied: "My grandfather had one like this, and he took it into the coffin. You did a very good job, Mr. Du Lin."

Since there was nothing else to do, Mr. Romeo decided to go back and start arranging the broadcast and promotion.

The trailer used was the first short film Du Lin had ever made - it would be added to the opening credits of all subsequent films.

In other words, no matter what the audience wants to watch, they can see the exciting trailer of this mysterious movie.

Du Lin personally saw Mr. Romeo off. As soon as he got home, Daju started complaining, "You make less money than a beggar with all this stuff, and you're busier than anyone else. You've even stopped helping people build things lately. Can't you have some pity for yourself? With no experience, what are we supposed to do?"

"Don't worry. Once we're done here, I'll go north and kill Chaos Guy myself, or I'll take you south. Either way, I'll just kill him and not bury him." Du Lin was ruthless this time. "Then you do the facial recognition and I'll do the work."

"That's more like it, but then again, when will you be busy again?" asked Daju.

Du Lin thought for a moment and said, "Probably until June of next year."

"You swear you won't take this job again!" screamed Daju.

"What if the gods come looking for me?" Du Lin asked in return, "Don't worry. I've only lived for so long. Let's take a long-term view. Let's build our reputation first. That way, we can make a living anywhere."

"...Okay, but if you don't become stronger and get more root power, it will be embarrassing if you can't even compare to the girls." Daju complained.

"Don't worry about that. At worst, you can just ask for a year's vacation. What do you think?" Du Lin comforted.

"That's good. After taking so many jobs in a row, you should take a break." Having said that, Daju stopped talking.

Because there was another knock on the door.

Du Lin came to the guardrail and watched Xia Li open the door.

A young man stood at the door. Seeing Du Lin, he took off his hat and saluted: "Hello, Mr. Du Lin, I am Seaman Kane."

"Uh... Professor Jason..." "My uncle."

Now that people have said so, what else can Du Lin do? He can't just kick them out.

Inviting him in, Du Lin went downstairs and sat in front of the fire to talk with him.

"What do you want to see me about today?"

"I'm a messenger from the Northernist Sidney United Front. I'm here to see you as a representative of the Sidney United Front's secretary. We recently made a film and would like you to review it."

"Okay." Du Lin brought out the projector.

And the representative took out the film from his bag.

Astrid laughed by the fire.

The scene was very embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, this is all my comrades gave me," the young man said awkwardly.

Du Lin smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, give me the film and I will transcribe it."

"How about you come see me again at this time tomorrow?"

"Well, thank you so much." The young Kane family member nodded. He extended his hand and shook Du Lin's tightly. "Thank you for helping us time and time again."

"My father is a secretary. The loyalty of the Corleone family can be seen, heard, and remembered all over this land." After saying that, Dulin personally sent the young man away.

Back in front of the fire, the girls had already hurriedly set up the film player. Du Lin put the film on and adjusted it.

·It’s OK, as a documentary.

Daju quickly gave a sharp review of the movie.

Indeed, as a movie, it is lacking in some aspects. The plot is stiff, with a lot of third-party reading comprehension and even content cut out from newspapers. The pictures are so rough that it makes Du Lin want to cry on a physical level.

"But their hearts are sincere." Astrid sighed as she watched the hero and heroine kissing on the screen.

The next second, they were separated.

Du Lin's fingers drummed on the armrest of the sofa.

The heroine died tragically in the dark cell of Sidney Police Station but she never said a word until her death. From beginning to end, there was only a contemptuous smile on her face towards these black guys.

When the male protagonist was hit by several bullets, he handed the information on his body to a little beggar in the alley. Even until the ground was stained with blood and he could no longer raise his head, he did not forget to hook his fingers on the grenade pull ring in his windbreaker.

When the child walked frightenedly but firmly to the address mentioned by the male protagonist and handed the letter to the owner of the equally tender hand, a smile finally appeared on Du Lin's face.

The ending is well filmed. Revolution is not a party or a meal, but a beautiful legacy passed down by countless patriots who sacrificed themselves for a dream that is almost impossible to achieve in this era.

Du Lin had previously doubted that the people of this land would understand all this. But now it seemed that they were steadfastly walking on this vastly different land, fearless even if the road ahead was rough and full of suffering, even if it was filled with thorns and sacrifice.

"Who of you is free? Come with me to the Church of the Twin Mothers." Thinking of this, Du Lin asked.

(End of this chapter)