Beijing Normal University, Great Hall.

"Director Lu, this movie is almost halfway through, why don't you even have a single line."

The short film actress sitting next to Lu Chuan asked the doubts in her heart.

Lu Chuan obviously realized it too.

When Sun Yi's short film was just screened, he was also shocked by the picture of the movie, but now, looking at it, he found the problem.

There are no lines.

Although film is called a moving picture or a moving picture, it is a form of expression of visual art, but that was the definition of cinema at the beginning of its birth.

During the silent period, cinema was purely the art of visual imagery. But after the film had sound, it became an art that combined sight and sound.

Sight and sound, in film and television art, they complement each other and are inseparable.

Sun Yi's film, with the ultimate picture, but no lines, in Lu Chuan's view, is like a person who is missing a leg, and he can't walk upright at all.

So he sneered at the moment, and said to the actress with disdain:

"Hmph, it's just self-righteous."

Jiang Wen in the front row was also frowning at the moment, and he was also thinking about this problem.

However, he is not as narrow-minded as Lu Chuan, thinking that Sun Yi is arrogant and disdainful of using lines at all.

He felt that Sun Yi must have his intentions in doing this.

It's just that, at the moment, the whole film has not been played, although he has some vague ideas in his mind, but he is not completely sure, he needs to continue to watch, and after watching the next story, he can be sure that his thoughts are not correct.

Jiang Wen had already subconsciously sat up straight, staring intently at the screen.

He is now looking forward to Sun Yi's short film.

Sun Jin, who was sitting in the back row, also noticed the problem.

After watching the movie for a long time, let alone the lines, there was not even a subtitle, he asked Chairman Chen beside him.

"Brother Chen, why doesn't this movie have lines?"

Chen Nian smiled bitterly and replied with some embarrassment: "I don't know." ”

"Don't talk about it, keep watching."

"Oh oh" "Oh"

On the screen, as soon as the picture turned, Liu Yifei walked outside the city, the sky was not yet bright, and a thick fog filled the sky and the earth, and the picture was given behind Liu Yifei, and then gradually pulled away.

It is a mottled city wall, towering between heaven and earth, and the wall is full of traces of blood and fire, as if telling of loneliness and tenacity.

If the color of the previous stage was extreme red, then the current color is pure black.

With the sound of a melodious flute, a full sense of desolation overflowed the picture.

Liu Yifei looked at the dark sky, as if praying and looking forward to it.

The picture flashes back again, the newlyweds.

hasn't waited for her and her husband to raise their eyebrows and live a few good days.

The border pass was in an emergency, and the Huns went south to commit the border.

The picture flashed with a long sword with a cold light.

On that day, she was dressed up in the same way, dotting her lips for you, cutting red clothes for you, wearing battle armor for her husband, and watching her husband about to go on an expedition.

At that moment, she could no longer control the reluctance in her heart, tears of pain flowed in her eyes, and a pair of helpless hands stretched out to her husband in front of her, wanting to save him.

The only shot in Sun Yi's whole film, at this moment, is still half a face.

Faced with his wife's retention, he turned back, and the shadow under the helmet hid his gaze, but the tightly pursed lips told him the reluctance in his heart at the moment.

However, the hesitation is only a moment, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been in a dilemma, there is no country, where is the home.

Finally, he turned his head ruthlessly and walked out of the house with resolute steps, leaving only the back of the blood-colored cloak for his wife.

In the days when the husband was gone, his wife often woke up in a dream, and every time she woke up, she burst into tears, and she began to burn incense and pray day and night, as if she was going to play the gods and Buddhas.

She only hopes that her husband will return safely.

Today, the messenger arrives to report that the war is over, and that the time for return is due.

Women are the ones who please themselves.

She is still like sending her husband out on that day, when the window is cloudy, the mirror is yellow, the lips are dotted for you, and the red dress is cut, she hopes that the first thing her husband sees is her most beautiful appearance.

But the music in the back is becoming more and more sad and high-pitched.

The eyebrows are clear, the eyes are beautiful, and the red makeup is combed in the mirror, but the foreshadowing is a thousand lines of lovesick tears.

The light of the candles loomed, and outside the city wall, she was not the only one looking through the autumn water in the cold wind.

The women of the city were like her, dressed in red, standing in the thick fog.

These women don't care about winning the war, they just want their lovers to return safely.

Yang Liu sent you there, and the rain and snow looked forward to your return.

The neighing of a war horse was heard in the distance, and majestic figures could be faintly seen in the fog.

Are you back?

Is it a husband?

The person who is thinking about it in his heart is like a dream at the moment.

Liu Yifei looked forward to it in the thick fog, dressed in red and with black hair, standing against the wind, looking into the distance, her eyes seemed to penetrate this layer of dense fog between heaven and earth.

The background music, changed again, is a sad horse-head violin.

It's close.

It's closer.

The neighing of the horses began to be clearly audible.

As if blessed by the gods and Buddhas, this layer of dense fog between heaven and earth began to gradually dissipate.

But when the fog dissipated, Liu Yifei's eyes were tight, and she was stunned in place, and the lantern in her hand fell helplessly.

There is no light in the sky and the earth, and the cold wind is bleak.

The empty horse's back, only the vaguely tattered robes, like fire and blood.

The war horse obviously has no lumps, but the pace is slow and heavy, as if carrying a thousand catties, caused by the horse's hooves, blood and tears are blended.

Although the old horse knows the way, it is a pity that the person has not returned.

A line of coldness flowed helplessly down the corners of his eyes.

All the audience present, as if their hearts were grabbed, everyone was looking forward to it, this is not true, is she wrong.

Her husband is still behind.

But this is the picture in the movie.

I saw that Liu Yifei let her tears wet her clothes, and raised her hand to her waist.

The green tendons of the plain hands appeared, and the slender bone joints seemed to be about to come out of the body.

A wave with all your strength.

The green silk flew up in the wind, and the clothes were untied and gone.

Under the red suit, there is a vegetarian that has been prepared for a long time,

In an instant, the snow fell from the city.

The horse-head violin turns high-pitched.

If you cry, you will be shocked when you hear it, and you will cry when you hear it.

The concubine knows that the sword on the battlefield is ruthless, the husband returns today, and the concubine is born today, and the concubine welcomes her with red makeup.

The picture is stagnant, and the moment of the whole film arrives, outside the city wall, a group of women, red lings change white shirts.

The red flags on the city that originally celebrated the victory fell one by one, and they were replaced by white lings.

Red and white, sad and joyful.

At the moment, the whole city is vegetarian.

The picture of the movie began to fall silent, and what remained unchanged was the sad horse-head qin.

The last shot is from afar.

Looking at the wind and snow, the sky and the earth are scarce, it is the past, the memory is mottled, and it is the endless abyss of history.

The candle flame fell, silently burning the grievances to ashes.

The city is still the same city, and it still stands there.

There seemed to be a sigh between heaven and earth.

Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a deep dream.

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