1 Close-up of Xiao Hong

At first, the screen was dark, but slowly it lit up, gradually revealing Xiao Hong's appearance, which was black and white, portrait-like.

This is her image in 1936, at the age of twenty-five. It's the same as she looked in the photo taken in the cherry blossom country: neat bangs and a white silk scarf.

She stared at the camera gloomily, her face lonely.

After a moment of silence, she spoke softly:

My name is Xiao Hong, and my original name is Zhang Naiying. On June 1, 1911, the Dragon Boat Festival of the lunar calendar, he was born in a landlord family in Hulan County, Heilongjiang...... At 11 p.m. on January 22, 1942, she died in the temporary hospital of the Red Cross Society of the Harbor District at St. Stephen's Girls' School. He was Chinese New Year's Eve.

I wrote in an article before I was alive -

All I know is some remote life.

I learned from my grandfather that life is not only cold and hateful, but also love and warmth. Therefore, I have a permanent longing and pursuit for this aspect of "warmth" and "love...... The picture goes black.

The next films are all in color, only this one is in black and white.

2 Xiao Hong's Former Residence, Summer, 1919

The back garden of Xiao Hong's house is lush with flowers and trees.

Xiao Hong (voice-over): My back garden blooms in May and bears fruit in June, cucumbers, eggplants, maize, kidney beans, watermelons, tomatoes, and gourds crawling on the vines.

But my yard is very desolate......

On a tree in the garden, eight-year-old Xiao Hong climbed on the tree and poked a bird's nest with a wooden stick.

Her clothes had been torn by the branches, and her face was dusty, and she looked like a naughty boy.

The bird's nest stabbed her and fell down the tree. The chicks in the nest chirped violently.

Xiao Hong looked under the tree, accidentally saw the camera, and looked at the camera.

3 Warehouse of the Dong Xingshun Hotel Dusk Inner Summer 1932

A room that had been used as a storage room, dimly lit, hard to tell the time, littered with rubbish, and foul air. There was a table, a bed, and a chair in the room, and the bed was empty except for the bed board.

There was a pregnant woman sitting on the bed, and a man sitting on a chair opposite, with three shadows in the shadows, and it was impossible to see the eyebrows of the two clearly. They don't seem to know each other very well, and their gestures are polite.

It's Xiao Hong and Xiao Jun.

Xiao Jun (throat clearing): How old were you when your mother died?

Xiao Hong (groaning): Eight years old!

Xiao Jun : I was only seven months old when my mother died! She was beaten by my father and swallowed opium to death, and I heard she was only nineteen or twenty-one years old when she died. I don't know what she looks like because there are no pictures left......

4 Xiao Hong's Former Residence Riwai Xia Xiao Hong's mother's room in 1919. Wealthy small landowners.

Xiao's mother lay on the kang almost withered, her eyes closed.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): My mother doesn't love me very much, but she is still a mother...... Xiao's father is a scholar in his thirties, thin and gloomy.

Grandfather Xiao is in his seventies and extremely kind.

The two stood by the kang and watched.

A tall Chinese medicine practitioner held a silver needle in his hand, leaned down and lifted Xiao's mother's trouser leg, pricked the needle 4 Golden Age into her leg, and then pulled it out.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): She had been sick for three days, at the end of July, and many doctors came, and they rode on white horses and on tricycles, but the tallest one, he stabbed my mother in the leg with a silver needle, he said...... High Chinese Medicine: Blood flow is life, and if you don't flow, you die.

Xiao Mu's leg was not bleeding, only a black spot.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): I did see that there was no blood in the pinhole...... Eight-year-old Xiao Hong hid in a corner, looking at the black dot.

The tall Chinese medicine doctor and Xiao's father and grandfather Xiao withdrew from the room.

Xiao Hong took a few steps forward and looked at her mother's legs.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): I turned my back to my mother, and I no longer looked at the black dots on her legs...... Xiao Hong turned her back.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): Is my mother about to be gone? I think...... Xiao's mother suddenly opened her eyes and saw Xiao Hong.

Mother Xiao looked at her sadly.

Mother Xiao: Are you crying?

Xiao Hong was startled, didn't move, lowered her head and pulled the placket of her clothes, rubbing it.

Xiao's mother began to cry.

Xiao Hong suddenly pulled out her legs and ran out without looking back.

5 The warehouse of the East Hung Shun Hotel (same as 3 fields) will be dusk in the summer of 1932

Xiao Hong: Less than three and a half months after my mother's death, my father married my stepmother.

Xiao Jun : I had two stepmothers, and my father got married twice after my mother died. I grew up being kicked around like a ball, living with my grandparents, uncles and aunts.

Xiao Hong lit a candle, and her and Xiao Jun's faces became clear. She was only in her early twenties, with gray hair, pregnancy spots on her face, and disheveled, the kind of woman who was "insulted and damaged."

Xiao Jun is twenty-four years old, although he is also down, but he is magnificent.

Xiao Hong: I really didn't expect you to be a cavalryman!

Xiao Jun (conceitedly): Don't you see that I'm athletic? I graduated from the Northeast Lecture Martial Arts Hall!

Before Xiao Jun's words fell, he got up and showed off a few tricks in the small room.

Xiao Jun : I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I am good at knives, guns and sticks!

Xiao Jun sat down and talked to himself.

Xiao Jun : I've always been very contemptuous of my father. He has a violent temperament and is not good at controlling his feelings. I hate having his genes in my body! Although he is also warm-hearted and moral......

6 Xiao Hong's Former Residence in 1920

Xue Xiaohong's grandfather's room.

Xiao Hong knelt on the kang and looked at the heavy snow outside through the window.

An old man's hand placed an orange on top of Xiao Hong's head.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): I may never understand someone like my father. He was equally stingy and distant from his servants, with his own children, and with my grandfather...... He was a comrade in the county education bureau...... Xiao Hong reached out and took off the orange that her grandfather had placed on her head, still looking out.

The water on the stove is boiling.

Xiao Hong's grandfather sat under the covers, wiping some tin utensils. He put down what he was doing, looked up at Xiao Hong, and then put his hands on Xiao Hong's shoulders, and then put them on her head.

Grandfather Xiao Hong (lovingly): Grow up quickly! It's good to grow up!

Xiao Hong didn't move.

Xiao Hong's grandfather buried his head in wiping the tin again.

Xiao Hong (voiceover): When I was 20 years old, I ran away from my father's family. Until now, I have lived a wandering life, and "growing up" is "growing up", but there is no good ......

7 Zhang Xiuke's narration

Xiao Hong's younger brother is fifteen or sixteen years old, still a teenager, with a smooth and simple face, and a student outfit in the twenties and thirties.

Subtitles : Zhang Xiuke

He was a little embarrassed and wary of facing the camera, his eyes sparkling to dodge, not knowing where to put it.

Zhang Xiuke: When my sister was about to graduate from middle school, my father engaged her to marry and ordered her to get married after graduation, but my sister resolutely refused! She has another love, our cousin Lu Zheshun, but he is married......

8 photo studio in the summer of 1930

Xiao Hong stood in front of the background cloth of the photo studio, with short hair like a man, dressed in a man's suit, and put her hands in her trouser pockets in a dashing manner.

Xiao Hong posed.

9 railway bridge on the night outside the summer of 1930

Xiao Hong's female classmates stood on the railway bridge with each other's arms, looking out at the sparks in the night.

A train roared and flew past them, white steam sweeping in and dragging them.

10 Beiping Guanzi Riverside Day Autumn 1930

In the sound of the whistle, Lu Zheshun and Xiao Hong walked over with a wicker box in high spirits, and a gust of wind shook their clothes.

When they approached, they saw the camera, and the two of them smiled brightly at the camera, flashing like a flash. Lu Zheshun is the kind of sunny young man, unweathered, proud and confident.