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Chapter 173 "Lin Juemin" Filming Completed

When Zhang Qilin's back is to the camera.

The on-site director had already raised his hand and opened his mouth, ready to yell "Cut!"

According to the original positioning and camera design.

After Lin Juemin said "No need," he should have maintained a face-to-face confrontation with Zhang Mingqi until that last line.

Actors deviating from their designated positions is something that needs to be corrected in the rigorous filming of serious dramas.

But Zhang Li, behind the monitor, silently raised his hand.

It's been suppressed.

He stared at the screen, his eyes narrowing.

He wanted to see what Zhang Qilin meant by doing this.

When Zhang Li saw Zhang Qilin's smile on the monitor, it was like a beam of light that pierced through the screen and struck his heart.

The entire set was completely silent.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Zhang Li took off his monitoring headphones and stood up.

He stared at the last frame of the image frozen on the monitor.

Zhang Qilin's smile.

Then he turned his head and looked at the center of the set.

Zhang Qilin remained standing there, his smile gone, but the light in his eyes still lingered.

"Cut! Passed."

Zhang Li's hoarse voice broke the silence.

He strode to the center of the field.

Xu Wenguang was still sitting in his chair, seemingly not yet fully recovered from the mental storm he had just experienced.

Seeing Zhang Li approach, he took a deep breath, shook his head with a wry smile, gave Zhang Li a thumbs up, and nodded at Zhang Qilin, everything was understood without words.

Zhang Li patted Xu Wenguang on the shoulder, then turned to Zhang Qilin.

"Qi Lin," Zhang Li said sternly, "that turn, that smile—it wasn't in the script. Who told you to add it? Why?"

The surrounding staff subconsciously softened their movements and focused their attention on them.

Zhang Qilin remained calm and met Zhang Li's gaze: "Director Zhang, no one asked me to add it; it was my own idea."

"Why?" Zhang Li pressed.

Zhang Qilin's voice wasn't loud, but everyone around him could hear it clearly: "Because in the information I saw, there was also the Lin Juemin that I—understand—who knew he would die when they went there."

"The 72 martyrs of Huanghuagang, many of them wrote their last words and made arrangements for their affairs before the uprising. They were not gambling on a possible success, but going to complete a ritual that had to be performed."

"Death was their inevitable end from the moment they took that step; it was part of their plan, the final bell they used to awaken this numb nation."

"Therefore, when Lin Juemin faced Zhang Mingqi, he did his best to show his talent. He knew that the more outstanding he performed, the more afraid Zhang Mingqi would be, and the more he would have to kill him."

"I believe that the reason for designing this smile is that Lin Juemin did what he wanted to do. He used his death to awaken the people who were still asleep. This smile is his relief at having completed his mission, his firm belief in his ideals, and his hope for the future."

Zhang Li listened quietly. He already understood that Zhang Qilin—Lin Juemin's smile wasn't directed at Xu Wenguang, nor at the walls of the interrogation room.

She was smiling directly at the camera.

It's a smile directed at everyone sitting in the movie theater a hundred years from now.

It's a smile directed at future generations who can study in peace, fall in love freely, and not grow up amidst widespread famine.

It's as if it's saying, "I hope my death can awaken the Chinese nation, which has suffered a century of humiliation."

It can revitalize this land that has endured so much hardship, and prevent future generations from suffering the same pain we have endured.

He has been acting for decades.

I thought I was immune to all the sentimentality, all the emotion, and all the dramatic conflict.

I never expected to be moved by a young man's performance.

That smile, I'll probably never forget it for the rest of my life.

Zhang Li said to Zhang Qilin, "Show that smile again. I need to shoot from multiple angles to show the audience Lin Juemin's spirit from all angles."

Zhang Qilin nodded and returned to his previous position.

Under the direction of the on-site director, several cameras were aimed at Zhang Qilin from different angles.

The lighting technician quickly adjusted the light to perfectly outline Zhang Qilin's features, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

The script supervisor clapped the clapperboard again, the crisp sound echoing across the set: "Scene 66 of 'The 1911 Revolution,' reshoot."

The photographer took close-up shots of Zhang Qilin's face from various angles, trying to capture the different aspects of his smile from every angle.

After the filming was finished, Xu Wenguang came over and handed Zhang Qilin a bottle of water.

His eyes held an admiring look: "Young man, you did a good job."

Zhang Qilin bowed slightly: "Teacher Xu, it's all thanks to your excellent guidance."

Xu Wenguang shook his head. He knew that the scene just now wasn't about one person leading the other; it was two souls truly immersed in their roles, creating a magnificent collision.

He continued with a smile, "Let's exchange contact information so we can exchange ideas more often in the future. Your understanding and portrayal of the character have opened up new avenues for me. This old man needs to learn more from you, a young man."

Zhang Qilin quickly took out his phone and said with a smile, "Teacher Xu, compared to you, I still have so much to learn. I will need your guidance in the future."

The two exchanged contact information, and Xu Wenguang patted Zhang Qilin on the shoulder, saying with emotion, "Seeing you is like seeing the future of our acting careers. I hope we can meet again sometime."

After talking with Zhang Qilin and saying goodbye to Zhang Li, Xu Wenguang left.

His scenes have been completed.

Zhang Qilin, however, could not rest. After filming a few more prison scenes, the entire crew moved on to film Lin Juemin's heartfelt letter to his wife.

This scene wasn't originally in the movie; Zhang Li deliberately added it to complete Lin Juemin's character arc in the film.

The purpose is to let the audience see a revolutionary youth who is flesh and blood, and who has feelings and righteousness.

He was a loving husband and a devoted father, a staunch revolutionary and idealist, a learned intellectual, and a prophet of the times.

4:30 PM.

In the setting of a late Qing Dynasty residence.

Filming has officially begun.

Dim light, a simple desk, and an open sheet of letter paper.

Zhang Qilin sat at the table, picked up his brush, and began to write.

His hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes remained calm.

The camera slowly zooms in, capturing every subtle change in his expression.

He wrote very slowly, as if each word required all his strength.

When he wrote, "I will extend my love for you to all people and help them love what they love," his tears finally fell.

He didn't wail loudly; he just shed silent tears.

One drop, two drops, fell onto the letter paper, spreading out in a patch.

But a smile played on his lips.

That is a firm belief in ideals and a vision for the future.

Even if he isn't in this future.

"Stop!" Zhang Li's voice rang out. "This one's done."

The set fell silent for a moment, then sporadic applause broke out.

Zhang Qilin detached himself from the role and let out a long sigh of relief.

He calmed himself down.

That silent writing and final whisper just now completed the last piece of the puzzle of Lin Juemin as a human being.

A loving husband, a remorseful father, an idealist who cherished the warmth of his own family but resolutely faced death for the future of everyone.

Zhang Li walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Good, well acted."

Zhang Qilin looked up at him, his eyes gradually regaining their clarity, and he smiled wearily and nodded.

Zhang Li continued, "After this scene is finished, I'll be flying to other places. Other directors will take over your remaining scenes. I won't have time to come when you wrap up filming, see you at the wrap party."

"Okay, Director Zhang, you go ahead with your work. See you at the wrap party," Zhang Qilin said earnestly to Zhang Li.

Zhang Li's eyes were full of expectation: "Do a good job, kid. You portrayed the character of Lin Juemin very vividly. I believe the audience will remember him after the movie is released."

After saying that, Zhang Li left the set with several assistants, as he had to rush to the next filming location to coordinate work.

Over the next few days, under the guidance of other directors, Zhang Qilin completed all the remaining scattered shots and reshoots of Lin Juemin's scenes.

Most of the scenes consist of walking or brief exchanges with other righteous people.

Although there were no emotional outbursts like during interrogations or when writing a will, Zhang Qilin maintained a high level of focus, keeping the "Lin Juemin" persona consistent throughout.

A few days later, at a lake near Suzhou.

Dozens of remains lay scattered haphazardly on a muddy tidal flat.

The makeup crew was squatting on the ground, applying the final makeup to the faces and bodies of each actor.

Blood plasma, soil, rags, and burn marks.

Everything had to be precise enough to match the historical records.

Zhang Qilin and the other actors lay on the muddy tidal flats.

Despite being covered in mud, everyone remained very serious.

This is Lin Juemin's last scene in the movie.

No, to be precise, it was Lin Juemin's body in the last scene of the movie.

After the seventy-two martyrs were found, their remains were abandoned on the streets of Guangzhou.

No one dared to accept it, no one dared to acknowledge it.

It was the revolutionary Pan Dawei, who, as a reporter for the "People's Daily," risked his life to collect the remains of seventy-two people and buried them at Huanghuagang.

In the movie, the person in charge of this inspection is the character played by Li Bingbing.

It booted up quickly.

Li Bingbing's character walks with several villagers who collect the bodies, identifying, searching, crying, and gathering them in the mud.

After several takes, the assistant director finally announced, "Very good, cut it."

The executive director walked up to Qi Lin and firmly grasped his hand: "Qi Lin, you've worked hard. On behalf of the crew, I thank you for your efforts during this time—"

Pei Qilin sincerely said, "Director, you flatter me. It's the good environment created by the script that's being reduced, and it's the result of everyone's joint efforts."

At this moment, the on-site producer, carrying a simple megaphone, walked to the center of the venue, looked around, and raised his voice: "I announce that for the film 'Xin Yi Revolution,' actor Qi Lin will play the role of Lin Juemin, and all scenes will be performed by him—"

He paused briefly, then shouted in a louder, clearer voice, "Filming wrapped! Congratulations to Qi Lin!"

"Congratulations on wrapping up filming!"

This time, applause, cheers, and whistles erupted completely.

The props also released a reserved firework tube into the sky, and colorful confetti fluttered in the morning light, landing on Zhang Qilin and on the tranquil lake surface.

Pei Qilin bowed to each of the familiar or unfamiliar faces in every direction around him.

After filming wrapped, he looked relieved and smiled with a relaxed expression.

He has already completed his journey on the battlefield that belongs to Lin Juemin.

The remaining task is to let the audience know through the big screen what a group of young people did back then.

And he was preparing to pack his bags and embark on the next leg of his journey.

Just as Pei Qilin was about to get into the car to go back to the hotel to wash up, Li Bingbing came over and called out to him: "Qilin."

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