Durin's Diary

Chapter 52 Daily Life in the Ward

Du Lin visited the studio of old man Duterte. His previous movie was said to have been completed and was waiting to be released in June.

And now he has another mission - to make a documentary for the owner of this land, Robert Walter.

"Our Majesty doesn't like to plan his funeral affairs while he is still alive, but the white-bearded men and his sons in Wuyou Palace all like it, so I am also worried about the script now. I finally received a script that he likes. Since you are Arthur who can write detectives and doctors, come and help me take a look." The big bear pushed the thick script in front of Durin.

Du Lin flipped through a few pages: "The Battle of the Channel, D-Day, the bloodiest Battle of Long Beach."

"Yes, scriptwriters all like to write about this part. After all, our Majesty shone brightly on this day, being the first hero to lead the troops onto the beach with the flag."

Duterte, the big bear, sounded a bit sarcastic when he said this.

Du Lin didn't care. The fact that Mr. Duterte was familiar with his own old Ish proved that he had experienced that series of tragedies when he was young. And the people in this land had only two attitudes towards Robert Walter - either love him or hate him.

Of course, the latter may not necessarily appear so upright.

"As far as the script is concerned, it's good, but you must be having a headache about the storyboard." Du Lin put down the script with a smile.

"Yes, the Battle of Long Beach, from the moment the Kingdom Allied Forces landed to the final assault on the Long Beach headquarters of the First Commune, lasted a full three hours. If we had filmed it according to the script, it would have been a three-hour battle scene. I've been making films for thirty years, and I've never attempted anything like this before." Mr. Duterte said as he brewed his coffee. "By the way, son, what do you want to drink? I have instant juice and your Elf Tea."

"Juice." Du Lin answered without hesitation: "Grandpa Duterte, I think if we want to film the Battle of Long Beach, it doesn't have to be shot from your Majesty's perspective."

Big Bear was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Du Lin: "Tell me what you think."

"For the beaching battle, if I remember correctly, there were seven waves of reinforcements. We can focus on an unknown young man in the second wave and use his own eyes to witness the entire battle of His Majesty. We can speed up the battle process appropriately, but we must fight the entire battle. What do you think?" Du Lin asked back, crossing his feet.

"In that case, we need to revise the script. Would you like to do it?" Duterte asked with a smile.

"I'll do it. I don't have many classes recently anyway. But if you use my script, you have to give me the right to sign the script at the end of the film." Du Lin nodded.

"Really coming." The big bear widened his eyes.

"If it really comes, trust me." Du Lin said with a smile, leaning back on the sofa. "If it goes fast, the script will be ready in a month. However, I don't know much about His Majesty's life, so don't blame me if it doesn't look right."

"One month. Don't say you didn't write it right. It's okay if you write him as someone else, as long as he's great enough. That's what those guys want to see anyway." At this point, the big bear sighed and looked a little depressed.

Du Lin just thought he was deaf.

However, Shesher's arrival still eased Duterte's sorrow.

He brought the author's authorization letter to Du Lin and Duterte, and witnessed Du Lin's authorization as a third party.

However, considering that Duterte is unable to film the detective and the doctor for the time being, Shesher issued a gag order to both parties, prohibiting them from mentioning this authorization.

Of course, Du Lin would not speak nonsense, and Duterte would probably be even less so.

So the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

Of course, Du Lin hadn't forgotten to hand over a copy of the short story collection to Editor-in-Chief Shesher. He'd been thinking about finding time to talk to the editor, but now he could only say that the best time was better than tomorrow. As for the storage ring for the copy, it was a great item, and Editor-in-Chief Shesher was envious.

Du Lin thought to himself, I haven’t told you yet that this was done by my little cutie Anta. If I tell you, I’m afraid this old dog (Ritrel is a golden retriever, and this old man has a head full of golden retriever ears, so it’s really right to call him an old dog) will be so envious that his cell wall will separate.

After completing the handover, Du Lin saw an ordinary style camera on Duterte's side. It was even heavier than he had expected. It was a huge mechanical body fixed on a tripod.

"You young people are the best. You have the talent of casters and can use the latest imaging device to directly conceive the picture. When we used to shoot sports shots, we had to push this thing on the track. After a round, even giants came and we felt it was too tiring." After Mr. Duterte finished his introduction, considering that it was already afternoon, he decided to drive Du Lin back to the college.

Du Lin said that was not necessary and that he could just take the public transportation tram back: "I want to get familiar with Copenhagen's transportation."

"That won't do. If Saleen knew I let you go back to the academy alone, I'd be dead." Old Bear shook his head and led Du Lin to his car. "Back then, this girl was the most timid of our group. Who would have thought that now, she's the best and most daring fighter among us old guys?"

Du Lin smiled and raised the corner of his mouth. Indeed, Mrs. Salin was really ruthless when she beat the dean.

Perhaps because it was afternoon, there wasn't much traffic on the way back to the academy. After getting off the bus, Duterte stopped Dulin and said, "If you need anything, like maybe the library doesn't have the Long Beach Battle Field Records or something like that, ask Salin to tell me and I'll get it for you."

"Okay, thank you Grandpa Duterte."

"I'm also shameless. I was younger than your grandfather Yi Xu back then, so you can call me uncle."

"Uncle, I'm leaving first."

After Du Lin finished speaking, he said goodbye to the old bear man with a smile.

Only after the car disappeared in the distance of the street did Du Lin turn around and walk into the college.

In the photos in the old house, Du Lin had seen the big bear when he was young. At that time, he was squatting behind old Ish, smiling very honestly.

Every old life was once young.

As soon as he returned to the classroom, Du Lin saw that there was only one boy sitting there, and there were boxes piled up on his desk. They were of different sizes, but all tied with ribbons used to wrap gifts.

Although it’s not time for class yet, are you not planning to attend the lunch class?

Du Lin looked at the boy, who should be Lewis Moreira. The guy was sitting on a chair with his back to Du Lin, holding the scabbard of a long sword in his left hand.

"Lewis, do you know who gave me these things?" Du Lin asked.

"You damned pretty boy, you spoiled bastard, how dare you ask me that! How many times will my fragile heart be torn apart!"

The young man stood up and turned to look at Du Lin, tears of horror and blood streaming from his eyes.

"Speak human language." Du Lin pulled out a gun from his holster and pointed it at him.

"The girls gave it to you!" The young man, who had just shed tears of blood, raised his hands high: "There's ketchup on my face! Don't shoot, I'm a normal person!"

(End of this chapter)