Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

In July, Beijing entered the hottest and most humid part of summer.

In the living room of Shengshi Huating, the air conditioning was on full blast, shutting out the cicadas' chirping and the heat outside the window.

"Dad! Take this!"

Dongdong, dressed in a mini version of Sun Wukong's outfit and waving a plastic golden cudgel, shouted in a childish voice and jumped off the sofa.

Yu Le sat on the carpet, holding a newspaper in her hand. Without raising her head, she simply extended a finger and accurately pressed it against Dongdong's forehead.

The little guy flapped his short legs twice in mid-air, and the golden cudgel swung loudly, but he couldn't get any closer.

"Alright, Great Sage, stop your magic now." Yu Le put down the newspaper, chuckled, and scooped his son into his arms, giving him a quick pat on the head.

They officially graduated from kindergarten.

In the second half of the year, when school starts in September, Dongdong will be carrying his schoolbag and becoming a proud primary school student.

"Dad, does that mean I won't be able to watch cartoons when I start elementary school?" Dongdong threw away the golden cudgel, climbed into Yu Le's arms, and looked worried about the future in his big eyes.

"Not only are there no cartoons, but we also have to write pinyin and do addition and subtraction every day." Yu Le deliberately put on a stern face, "You're not allowed to eat until you finish writing."

Dongdong gasped, her face instantly falling.

"Then I'd better go back to kindergarten."

Liu Xiaoli came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​chilled watermelon. Hearing the father and son's pointless conversation, she glared at Yu Le with annoyance.

"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. Going to elementary school will allow you to make more new friends and even become a Young Pioneer." Liu Xiaoli placed the watermelon on the coffee table. "Eat up quickly, then go practice the piano."

Dongdong's attention was immediately diverted. He grabbed a piece of watermelon and ate it, the juice spilling everywhere.

Yu Le took out a tissue and wiped her son's mouth.

.........

Meanwhile, at the Huairou Film and Television Base.

The crew of "Nanjing Photo Studio".

The rain that had lasted for three days finally stopped. The sky was still overcast, with thick clouds hanging low, and the air was filled with a stuffy, humid, and earthy smell that made one's chest feel tight.

Shen Ao sat behind the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, his palms sweaty.

"All departments are in position."

The stage manager claps the clapperboard.

"Nanjing Photo Studio, Scene 72, one shot, one take. Action!"

The street outside the photo studio.

On the muddy cobblestone path stood a dozen or so ragged, emaciated refugees. Their eyes were vacant, like a group of puppets whose souls had been ripped out.

All around were Japanese soldiers carrying rifles with bayonets.

Ito was dressed in a crisp military uniform, holding a riding whip in his hand, his leather boots treading on puddles.

"Take a picture." Ito pointed to the entrance of the photo studio.

Wang Guanghai, hunched over, shouted at the refugees, "The Imperial Army wants to take photos of 'Japan-China Friendship'! Stand still! Smile! Anyone who doesn't smile will die!"

Zhu Yawen's character, Su Liuchang, is pinned down on a long bench by two soldiers.

The butt of the gun slammed into his back. He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and refused to look up.

Liu Qianqian, who plays Lin Yuxiu, stands at the front of the crowd.

She was holding a six-month-old baby in her arms. That was Zhao Yifang's child.

Lin Yuxiu's face was deathly pale, her hair plastered to her cheeks. She clutched the baby tightly, her body trembling slightly with fear.

An old-fashioned camera from a photo studio was set up in front of them.

Kim Seung-jong's hand is on the shutter button.

Just then.

"Wow—wow—"

The baby in Lin Yuxiu's arms suddenly burst into tears. The piercing cry was particularly jarring in the deathly silent street.

Ito frowned.

He walked up to Lin Yuxiu.

Lin Yuxiu suddenly took half a step back and hugged the child tightly.

"Sir, the child is hungry, let me soothe him..." Wang Guanghai quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Get out of my way." Ito kicked Wang Guanghai to the ground.

He reached out, grabbed the baby's swaddling clothes, and forcibly pulled it out of Lin Yuxiu's arms.

"No!" Lin Yuxiu screamed and lunged forward to grab it.

The butt of the gun slammed into her knees. Lin Yuxiu fell heavily to her knees in the mud.

Ito held the crying baby in one hand, his eyes cold.

He raised his arms high.

Then, it slammed down onto the bluestone pavement.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

The crying stopped abruptly.

The entire set was deathly silent.

Lin Yuxiu knelt on the ground, her pupils dilating instantly. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out.

Ito took out white gloves and wiped his hands.

He bent down and used his riding crop to lift the lifeless, mud-covered swaddling clothes.

He threw it directly into Lin Yuxiu's arms.

The small corpse fell on her chest.

"Laugh." Ito looked down at her and uttered a single word in broken Chinese.

Lin Yuxiu lowered her head.

Looking at the stillborn baby in his arms.

Her shoulders began to tremble violently. From a slight shiver, it escalated into uncontrollable spasms.

Tears fell like broken beads, splattering onto the baby's bruised face.

"Laugh." Ito drew his Nambu Type 14 pistol, pressed the barrel against Lin Yuxiu's chin, and forced her to raise her head.

The camera zooms in.

Liu Qianqian's face filled the entire monitor screen.

Despair, grief, hatred, fear—all these emotions intertwined.

The gun barrel was pushed upwards with force.

Lin Yuxiu's tears fell like a burst dam.

She stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and at Ito's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

The corners of her mouth tugged upwards little by little.

She forced an incredibly poignant smile.

"Click."

Kim Seung-jong pressed the shutter. A flash of light went off.

This family photo captures the spirit of "Japan-China friendship".

"Card!"

The bid to host the Olympics was called "canceled".

But no one spoke on set.