Chapter 901 We Can't Forget

"I begged my grandfather to lend you the old house, and I signed a contract with the program team in black and white. I must write the things about our ancestors into the scripts of you guests."

Ye Wanxi was stunned, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Feng Tianyu, didn't the senior brother say that he was the one who spoke to the program crew? How could this be the credit of this little girl's movie instead?

Moreover, this little girl was called Big Brother Yu before, so could it be...

Not waiting for Ye Wanxi to open her mind, and imagine that the young lady of the family had a crush on her childhood sweetheart who already had a girlfriend. She was unwilling to do so, and still pleaded for the man's request, secretly gave, and made the other party's wish come true. The little girl said crisply: "Sister-in-law, you don't need to look at brother Yu, it has nothing to do with him."

"Sister-in-law..." Ye Wanxi's thoughts came to a sudden stop, and she didn't know whether she should mind the other party calling her senior brother so close, or be shocked by the familiar title of the other party.

"That's right, aren't you brother Yu's girlfriend? I'll call you sister-in-law, right?"

Yang Xiaole said it outrightly, the corners of Brother Yang's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't help but pat her, and taught him a lesson: "Yang Xiaole, how many times have I said that girls should be reserved, don't always be so bluffing, what should I do if I scare people?"

"Oh." Yang Xiaole touched the place where she was photographed, curled her lips, and cursed secretly: "Old old."

Brother Yang: "...I heard it."

Ye Wanxi: "Pfft..."

Yang Xiaole's dissatisfaction was all dissatisfaction, and he was still a little timid towards this elder brother, so he stopped muttering immediately, cleared his throat, and went straight to the point: "I know our family is indeed suspected of bragging about making this request. There is no doubt about the precious spirit. And if you want to come to people like them, you don’t want future generations to pull their banners to do things for fame.”

Yang Xiaole paused when he said this: "The reason why I made this request is because I can't get angry."

"Not angry?"

"Um."

When Gu Shaoling and the others heard this, they thought that adolescent girls love to compare, maybe they were stimulated by their peers, so they figured it out.

But after listening to her, I realized that this was not the case at all.

What stimulated her was not the peers around her, but some keyboard warriors and brain-dead fans on the Internet.

"I don't discriminate against star-chasers. I also know that many people who like stars are rational and don't act like monsters. They shouldn't overthrow a boat with one shot. But some people really chase stars until they lose their minds, knowing that the other party is wrong. Yes, knowing that the other party has a problem with their character and position, they can ignore everything for the sake of putting on a face, die or live, and even slander those heroes who gave everything for their today."

When Yang Xiaole was born, her parents were in their prime, and they were all busy with their careers. She was brought up by her grandparents.

She has a very good relationship with her grandpa. Since she was a child, she liked to listen to grandpa's stories about her ancestors, telling the past that only her family can pass down from generation to generation.

What Yang Xiaole admires the most is her family's fourth grandma. In the war-torn era, a girl, never married, traveled all over the world with a video camera on her shoulders.

Others flee wherever there is war, and she flees wherever there is war.

She rubbed shoulders with death countless times, but she left the most authentic and accurate information at that time, letting many people know what happened in this native land.

Because of his grandfather's narration, Yang Xiaole has always regarded his ancestors as heroes, thinking that when he grows up, he will also work hard to make himself outstanding, and strive to become people like his ancestors and the others.

Guard the land for them, guard the people on the land.

But when she grew up, she realized that the former hero had been forgotten, even slandered and insulted in the long river of time and the hotbed enjoyed by many people.

"What I want to do is not to bring much honor to our family, but to awaken some people with a bit of conscience to remember that era. My family thinks of those who donated blood and sacrificed their lives for peace,

But the one who always falls before the dawn. They may have left their names, or they may not have left their names, and they don't care whether they have posthumous names, but we must not forget. "

Everyone at the scene was shocked by Yang Xiaole's words.

Are they happy in their lives now? Compared to the era when there was not enough to eat and not to wear warm clothes, and they might even lose their lives at any time, they couldn't be happier.

But if it wasn't for today's release, would they be willing to learn about that era and those people who left bloodstains in the long river of history?

The answer is undoubtedly yes. People have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Compared with those not-so-good memories, more people hope that what they see is good and does not leave regrets.

But is this really good? Be prepared for danger in times of peace, what people in the past knew, why don't people understand now?

The worst thing is, it’s fine if you don’t understand it, and you just blindly follow the perpetrators to deny the past, and speak for the perpetrators, as if you are with them, and those who were persecuted are not their ancestors.

I also don't know if the ancestors of these people knew under the spring, would they come out and beat these unworthy descendants to death.

"In this case, the screenwriter should rewrite it."

"Me?" The screenwriter brother was suddenly called on, pointing at himself with a confused face, "Write... write what?"

"Write the facts. You were here just now, so you should be very clear about what happened at that time, just write the facts."

Ye Wanxi said and glanced at the guests present: "Don't forget the purpose of our coming here this time, and each other's identities."

After all, Zhao Yuner is a professional actor who has acted in many big-screen productions, her eyes lit up when she heard Ye Wanxi's words: "Miss Ye means that you want us to act out everything that happened at that time?"

"Yeah." Most of the people present were actors, not to mention their acting skills, they had just seen their memories personally.

If you can't even imitate this, it's better not to eat this bowl of rice as soon as possible.

Ye Wanxi touched her mouth up and down, but the screenwriter brother wanted to cry: "Write it now, how can there be time?"

After so much fuss, it's almost dawn, unless the program group doesn't live broadcast, and directly edits the subsequent content into an episode, and then puts it on the Internet later, otherwise how can we make it in time?

Isn't this embarrassing him, a young and bald overtime dog?

"Besides, we don't have enough information at hand. The memories we just read after the war are limited to the perspective of the eldest family of the Yang family. We don't know the situation of other people. We can't make it up. Those characters are too thin to stand up."

Yang Xiaole's heart was moved when he heard the conversation of several people, and he took the initiative to go forward and asked, "When are you going to start filming again?"