Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 136 Those Who Are Near Cattle Will Go Mad

In war, it is the green recruits who truly suffer.

Because they lack experience, tact, and skills.

They do the most work, receive the least supplies, and are always placed at the front when the fighting starts.

These hardships, though painful, are the necessary path to becoming a true soldier; they will eventually pass if you endure them.

What's truly unbearable is that the seasoned veterans, having benefited from the situation, still keep nagging and complaining.

A group of freshmen from the Beijing Film Academy came to the "Buried Alive" crew to see how the school's legend, Shen Daniu, could make an award-winning film in less than a month.

Damn it, now everyone's carrying hoes and shovels, digging one hole and filling it in.

A group of future artists are now practicing civil engineering here every day.

That damn Shen Mo was still nitpicking, complaining that this wasn't dug round enough, and that wasn't filled in evenly enough.

Do you really think you have no temper?

Just as a group of young people were about to pick up their hoes and shovels, Shen Daniu deliberately said to Lü Xing, the assistant director, "If it doesn't work, let these good-for-nothings get out of here. They're all good for nothing but eating, and they complain about doing nothing. Their lunch money could hire two excavators."

Silence is the longest confession of love. This bastard is now all high and mighty; he's going for the award.

They actually won an award, and a bunch of greenhorns were even thinking that after graduation they could brag to others that they had interned on the set of "Buried Alive".

If we can't afford to mess with them, we'll just keep digging, lest that damned Shen Mo withholds everyone's lunchboxes.

The bustling activity outside the pit contrasted sharply with the cold silence inside.

Dig a hole, bury some soil, and count one, two, three, four, five.

Liu Qianqian felt like a seed that was about to sprout.

As for whether her acting skills have improved, Tianxian Baobao dares to swear to her death that she has no acting skills, only emotions.

That bastard Shen Daniu really dared to bury her alive.

As shovelful after shovelful of dirt fell onto the coffin lid, the fairy baby didn't need to worry about the camera angles, expressions, or acting skills.

The dirt's up to my neck, who cares about anything else? If I can't hold it in, I'll cry; if I can't stand it, I'll curse.

Standing at the edge of the pit, Liu Xiaoli felt that she could no longer keep her daughter. How could she utter such vulgar and offensive language?

That damn Shen Danu'er crushed the instant noodles into tiny pieces through the bag.

This bastard failed, and Liu Qianqian is about to become silent as well.

A sense of loss crept into the heart of this lonely mother.

Shen Daniu held a shovel in one hand, intently watching the footage on the monitor. His smile gradually grew more and more ferocious, and he even couldn't help but let out a strange, grotesque laugh.

Wang Jinsong nudged Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was clearly in a bad mood, with his shoulder and asked, "Why is this bastard so creepy? I'm starting to wonder if he actually buried someone."

Having failed to get the script from Shen Mo, Tian Zhuangzhuang felt like she had missed out on the whole world.

The only time I had a chance to create a work, I failed to seize it.

He glanced at Wang Jinsong, especially at the tip of the old bastard's upper lip, which was oily and protruding.

It instantly reminded him of the elasticity of a rubber band.

Damn, it seems like this old man is mocking me.

So what if you don't have any works of your own? What's the point of showing off a character with a rubber band?

Fortunately, I've always considered him a friend.

That son of a bitch actually dares to look down on me just because he has a masterpiece.

He simply cannot comprehend the inner torment and struggle of someone like himself who has spent his entire life making films but has never produced a single work.

"So what if I don't have any work? Does that mean I'm eating your rice?"

After saying that, Tian Zhuangzhuang stormed off in a huff.

Wang Jinsong was completely stunned. Had this old dog eaten Shen Mo's poop? It was like he had mushroom poisoning.

Wang Jinsong pursed his upper lip, completely unaware that Tian Zhuangzhuang had imagined an 800-word essay, and unaware that he had said he had no representative works.

Tian Zhuangzhuang's sudden change of attitude left Wang Jinsong feeling slightly awkward in front of a group of Beijing Film Academy students.

He chuckled憨厚ly and said to a student who was digging a hole and whose name he couldn't remember, "Hey you, you know you can make a slingshot with rubber bands too... Hey, Old Tian doesn't have any works to his name, it's a bit sensitive, unlike my masterpiece, which everyone knows..."

The students at Beijing Film Academy, who don't even deserve to have names, give off a distorted vibe in the air.

To the nameless one, I raise a glass to you.

Respect to your silence, and to every roar you let out.

I admire your hunched back as you climb the mountain to higher ground.

The original Buried story revolves around American contractor Paul Conroy, who awakens in excruciating pain to find himself bound hand and foot, stuffed into an old-fashioned wooden coffin, and buried six feet underground in the desert.

After breaking free of his restraints, he found his belongings: a lighter, a knife, a half-empty bottle of wine, a flashlight, a glow stick, a pen, and a Blackberry phone with limited battery power.

He couldn't recall the details of the attack, only that he was hit on the head by a rock and lost consciousness after the convoy was attacked.

Paul tried to call for help using the dim light of a lighter, dialing 911, the FBI, and his company's CRT, but was either given the runaround or couldn't be reached: 911

His identity was questioned, the FBI could not locate him, and his company claimed he had been "fired" and refused rescue. He left a voice message for his wife, his despair intensifying, while he also discovered that his cell phone signal was extremely unstable and his oxygen was rapidly depleting.

The kidnapper, Jabil, called, demanding that Paul pay a $21 million ransom by 500:00 PM or he would be buried alive.

To put pressure on him, the kidnappers sent him a video of Paul's colleague Pamela being executed, forcing him to record a plea for help. Paul attempted to negotiate, lowering the ransom to $100 million, but he was ultimately killed.

The U.S. State Department intervened and transferred Paul to Dan Brenner, the head of the hostage rescue team.

Dan promised to do everything in his power to rescue Paul, instructing him on how to conserve his phone battery and how to use the coffin to signal his location, thus rekindling Paul's will to live.

hope.

Paul repeatedly knocked on the coffin, hoping for a rescue, and even saw light coming through the cracks.

Dan excitedly informed Paul that "the coffin's location has been pinpointed" and the rescue team is digging.

However, when sand suddenly rushed into the coffin and the cries for help drew near, Dan suddenly broke down: he had dug in the wrong place and found the coffin of another hostage, Mark White.

Paul was completely buried in sand within 10 seconds and suffocated to death. His last words to his wife, "Linda, I'll do whatever you say," became the most tragic final words.

The entire film revolves around a triple confrontation between individual survival and bureaucratic indifference and the cruelty of the kidnappers.

Shen Daniu directly transformed the male protagonist in the movie into the female protagonist, and used the sensitivity and vulnerability of women to directly express the despair after being buried alive.

This makes the dramatic conflict more intense, allowing Tianxian Baobao to perform her near-despair and collapse with the most instinctive feeling, and that's how this movie came about.