"1323!"

"1324!"

"1325!"

In the evening, I came to take my name.

Naturally, there were no lights or candles in the room. It was dark with only a sliver of moonlight coming through the small window in the door.

"Mom, Dad, I'm cold!"

"Hold mom and you won't feel cold anymore!"

"Just hugging mom is not enough, then hug dad too!"

Zhou Jiasheng smiled softly. He had not shown any negative emotions in front of his children since he came in.

It was early spring in Shanghai, and the evenings were very cold. The family's good clothes and belongings had been plundered when they were arrested. The couple put their arms around Xiaojie, hoping to give him some warmth.

And a figure sneaked to the bedside and whispered in Chinese: "Tailor, do you need a stone?"

"What stone?"

Zhou Jiasheng stretched out his hand and touched it, and it turned out to be warm. It turned out to be a burned stone. Li Mingyu was also pleasantly surprised and asked quickly: "Where did you come from?"

"I am responsible for cooking for the Japanese. I will burn some stones every night. You mend my clothes and I will give you a stone. How about that?"

"No, no, your rocks are almost cold, at least two of them!"

Zhou Jiasheng's Shanghai young man's nature was exposed. At this time, he was still thinking about bargaining, which caused a burst of chuckles.

And he thought for a while and continued to add: "If you have rags and needlework, I can make you a new set of underwear, but you have to give us two stones every day until the weather warms up."

He didn't say outerwear, he said underwear.

Because here, underwear is definitely more important than outerwear.

"make a deal!"

The other party said decisively, and took out another stone and handed it over. The family of three felt like they had found a treasure, and held the two stones in their arms. The stones dissipated heat quickly, and they actually became cold very quickly, but they still felt warm.

I don't know whether it was the heat of the stone or their bodies that heated the stone again.

Xiaojie was hugged by two adults. In fact, he was not too cold anymore. He said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Good boy, there will be food tomorrow morning. If you think about the story of the little white rabbit, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

"Um!"

Xiaojie responded and said, "Then did I perform well today?"

"Okay, you did your best!"

"Then, how many points can I get?"

"100 points!" Zhou Jiasheng said with a smile.

"whee!"

Xiaojie closed his eyes with satisfaction, hugged his parents, and spent the first night in the concentration camp.

"well!"

Hundreds of people in the hall almost let out a sigh at the same time. This kind of plot does not distinguish between nationalities and races, and goes straight to the depths of the soul. It is even more devastating to the audience in the 1980s. They know that the rules of this game are unreasonable, but this is it.

This kind of logic is not very reasonable, which reflects the greatness of these parents.

The original version of "Life Is Beautiful" was actually very fake and full of loopholes, just like a fairy tale.

In this version, Chen Qi intentionally or unintentionally made the audience think: Do children really don’t know, or do they pretend not to know? Is it the love of the parents, or the love of the family for each other?

He didn't say it explicitly, but it made the audience think about this.

This story will be more touching than the original version.

"It's over!"

At this moment, Yamada, who was sitting in the back row, had a cold sweat on his head and his legs were shaking unconsciously.

He often comes to foreign countries to do editorial work and understand the virtues of Westerners. If he makes a movie about the Japanese army invading China and killing Chinese people, Westerners will just watch it and wonder: What does the Japanese killing Chinese people have to do with us?

But "Life is Beautiful" is completely different!

There are religions, concentration camps, the love of fathers and mothers that are common to all people in the world, and the reflection of humanity in a cruel environment... Foreigners love to watch this.

"Who is this Chen Qi? How could he do this! No, I can't stay any longer..."

The more Yamada thought about it, the more panicked he became. He raised his butt and tried to leave, but was blocked.

The man next to him, who was as thick as a wall, had his arms folded, his head lowered, and his legs stretched forward, as if he was asleep and couldn't get through at all.

Go to the other side, there is Xiao Mo.

"Please give way!"

It was so dark that it wasn't the middle of winter, so Yamada couldn't see the other person's face clearly, so he wanted to force his way in, but the man moved, and he felt a certain part of his body sore, and his whole body immediately softened.

…

The movie continues.

This version of "Life is Beautiful" focuses on the people in the same room, unlike the original version where they are all NPCs.

Some were indifferent and indifferent, some were self-absorbed and crazy, and some were irritable. At first, they all treated the family with a playful onlooker attitude, but unknowingly, they were all infected by them.

There was a shortage of food in the concentration camp. There was only a cup of tea for breakfast four days a week, an ounce of porridge for the other three days, boiled cabbage soup and a potato for lunch, and nothing for dinner.

The couple try their best to leave food to their children, but unfortunately the children are small and don’t eat much.

Zhou Jiasheng took the initiative to communicate with the people in the concentration camp. The role of a big tailor was obvious. These foreigners received assistance from the International Red Cross and regularly received chocolates, canned meat and other things.

Of course, the good stuff was confiscated by the Japanese and they ate it themselves. At most, they were given a moldy sandwich.

But in the concentration camps, sandwiches were also good food.

Zhou Jiasheng exchanged with others and got a half-rotten sandwich. He picked and picked and gave the good parts to his children. Li Mingyu didn't have any skills, but she was a teacher, knew English and could socialize, which served as a great communication link.

effect.

They usually have to work, adults do heavy work, and children can also herd sheep, grow vegetables, pull weeds, etc.

By this stage in 1945, the concentration camps were self-sufficient, but most of the things they produced were used by the Japanese in exchange for property. Everyone was trying to make money, and the situation was getting worse and worse.

Li Mingyu's school is also working hard to rescue her, and to a certain extent, it also protects them.

There were 25 people in the room, but there were already 23 left.

The two disappeared for no reason, but the adults all knew that they were sick. A Japanese doctor injected them with unknown drugs, but they were not cured, and then they were thrown into the incinerator.

This doctor is none other than Zhou Jiasheng's old client.

He was quite happy to see the other person, thinking that he would be able to open a small stove, which seemed to be the case. One day, he was called alone by the doctor to clean the infirmary.

Zhou Jiasheng went happily. When he entered the door, the doctor was washing his hands carefully. It seemed that he was contaminated with a lot of dirt. He smiled at him in fluent Chinese and said: "Master Zhou, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, I'm surprised too. You never said where you work, so you work here?"

The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Jiasheng thought they were friends and made a small request.

"You want my help?"

"Uh, if you want!"

"..."

The doctor looked at him with a half-smile, took out a token from his trouser pocket, and said: "Old rules, you guess!"

He held the token in his fist, quickly switched his hands behind his back, and then stretched out his hands.

"On the left hand!"

The doctor slowly opened his left hand, and there was a token lying inside. He seemed very pleased, but also seemed very sorry, and said: "You guessed it right, okay, you go clean the infirmary!"

That's it?

Zhou Jiasheng was confused and entered the room muttering, and then there was a strong sound of vomiting.

No direct picture was given.

By the time he "finished cleaning", it was already night when he came out. Heavy fog had drifted in from nowhere in the concentration camp. His face was pale, and he was walking in a daze, lost his way, and didn't know the way forward.

When he suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes and looked forward, his expression frozen.

The camera turned.

"boom!"

The whole place was exploding.

"Oh my God!"

"What did I see?"

The heavy fog was not fog, but smoke from the incinerator. In front of Zhou Jiasheng, there was a mountain of corpses waiting to be burned!
To be continued...