On November 3rd, the entertainment page is still reporting that the movies that are still popular are going to the angry sea, but the focus is from the beginning of the most concerned box office, and began to go deeper, saying that Xu Anhua's directorial level in this film has reached a stage height, compared to Hu Yue's story, the director's skills are more proficient, and this film will be a classic masterpiece of the new wave.

Others say that this film breaks through the usual pattern and routine of Hong Kong films, infiltrated with strong feelings of family and country, obvious political metaphors, outstanding realism, and gloomy and desolate atmosphere.

The film uses a documentary approach to focus the lens on a serious theme, giving a realistic description of the tragic situation of the new economic zone after the Vietnam War, and ruthlessly doubting and criticizing the depression and decline of the entire environment with the vision of a journalist and the attitude of news reporting.

Some people are lamenting that leftist filmmakers are still eating in the mainland, and movies with such a theme as defecting to the Angry Sea can be blatantly filmed in the mainland.

Qiao Feng also deeply agrees with this, he is very clear about the strictness of the mainland's review, if this film is made by other companies in Hong Kong, it is basically impossible to shoot in the mainland, that is, leftist films, that is, people like Xia Meng who have a close relationship with the mainland have such ability.

However, these have nothing to do with Qiao Feng, he and Guan Zhilin fought fiercely for a night before falling asleep, and when he woke up, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, after grinding and eating something, Qiao Feng sent Guan Zhilin back to her house, she still has to film tomorrow, Qiao Feng didn't dare to keep her anymore, otherwise he was afraid that he couldn't control himself and Guan Zhilin wouldn't be able to get up again tomorrow.

After sending Guan Zhilin off, it was already more than five o'clock, and when he returned home, he received a call from Wang Jing asking him to go out for a drink, Qiao Feng was not interested in drinking, but he went to the bar and talked nonsense to Wang Jing for a while Qiao Feng was still interested.

When I arrived at the bar and Wang Jing, I didn't see him, I met a person at the door from a distance, Qiao Feng turned his head and left, as for Wang Jing, who was released from the pigeon, Qiao Feng couldn't take care of him anymore.

After leaving the bar, Qiao Feng took a car to a community, got off at the vegetable market and bought some ingredients, and bought two sugar canes at the fruit stall at the entrance of the community.

Then Qiao Feng carried a large bag of ingredients, carried two sugarcanes on his shoulders and entered the community, took the elevator upstairs, and got out of the elevator to a door.

Leaning sideways and preparing to hit the doorbell with sugarcane, but the doorbell was not hit, sugarcane rubbed the door, and the door opened a small gap silently.

What's the situation, why did the door open?

Qiao Feng thought that the people in the house heard movement outside, so they came out to open the door, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see the door and continued to open it wide, and he didn't see anyone appear, so he realized that the door of his feelings was not closed at all, let alone locked.

Why don't you close the door, it's too dangerous, what if a bad guy sees it, or if there's no one in the house and a thief enters the house?

Thinking in his heart, Qiao Feng gently stretched the crack in the door with his toes, then put the sugarcane off his shoulder and grabbed it obliquely in his hand, and entered the house sideways.

The house is not big, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, it will be dark at more than six o'clock, and the lights are not turned on in the house, but the light that comes in through the window can still be seen faintly.

There is no one in the living room, no one in the bathroom, and no one in the kitchen, Qiao Feng quietly walked to the bedroom, saying that it was quiet, but he didn't walk much, but the sound of plastic bags was not quiet at all in the silent room.

But there was still no reaction from the room.

Until Qiao Feng walked to the bedroom door.

Qiao Feng didn't know how to describe what he saw.

A chair.

A figure.

A pair of bare hands.

One hand on the chair handle, the other hand resting on the windowsill, silently holding a vague mantis head, a head of ear-length hair that melted in the night, everything was so hazy, only a pair of starry eyes flashed with a confused light and looked out of the window in confusion.

Lonely, mournful, desolate.

The beauty is heartbreaking.

Qiao Feng didn't want to break such a trembling picture, and carefully stepped back.

Bang.

A crunch.

"Who?"

A cold cry.

"It's me, Sister Qingxia." Since it had been broken, Qiao Feng no longer retreated, turned on the bedroom light with the switch next to the top with his shoulder, and then showed a big pure smile and said to the beautiful woman who had already grown up: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." The coldness on Lin Qingxia's face and the confusion in her eyes disappeared, replaced by joy from the heart.

"Ah, what do you say SD words?" Lin Qingxia, who reacted a little slower, only then did she realize that what Qiao Feng said just now was actually Shandong's dialect, and what she unconsciously replied was also Shandong's dialect.

"Hehe, it's not too much, just a few words, in front of Sister Qingxia, you, a mountain man?" Qiao Feng still speaks in Shandong dialect.

"What's the matter, don't you say I thought you were from Shandong?" Lin Qingxia looked at Qiao Feng in surprise.

Lin Qingxia is Taiwanese, but her parents are both Shandong people, authentic Shandong people.

Moreover, people from the mainland to Taiwan like to live together according to their place of origin, Lin Qingxia was born in most of the places where they lived in Shandong, and the countryside she moved to not long after she was born was also Shandong, and after she moved back to Taipei, the places where she lived were still Shandong.

When she was in middle school, everyone in the class laughed at her non-standard Chinese, and later worked hard to speak the standard of Chinese, and some people said that she had a big tongue and spoke Chinese not standard.

In Hong Kong, where there were no relatives, she suddenly heard the familiar local accent, and Lin Qingxia subconsciously spoke to Qiao Feng in the native accent, and the rest was tears in her eyes instantly.

The villagers were in tears when they saw the fellow villagers, of course Qiao Feng was not from Shandong, but the Shandong words imitated by virtue of his brain memory made Lin Qingxia feel like seeing his relatives.

When the tears were about to slide down her eyes, Lin Qingxia blinked her eyes and sniffed her nose to prevent herself from crying.

And then

"Ah, how do you know I like to eat sugar cane?" Another cry of surprise.

"I don't know Sister Qingxia, you like to eat sugarcane," Qiao Feng said in a Fan Wei tone: "Fate, it turns out that Sister Qingxia likes the same as me."

It's fate because Qiao Feng does like to eat sugarcane, but it is also deliberate, Qiao Feng still knows a lot about Lin Qingxia, such as her hometown, her hometown, and for example, she likes to eat sugarcane.

This sugarcane was bought for himself and for Lin Qingxia.