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

Huairou Film and Television Base in September.

The continuous autumn rain kept falling.

The entire film set was shrouded in mud and gloom.

Today is the final performance of "Nanjing Photo Studio".

It was also the most emotionally intense and tragic final scene of the entire film.

The script supervisor, holding a black and white clapperboard, walked in front of the camera.

"Nanjing Photo Studio, Scene 120, One shot, One take."

"Action!"

The camera zooms in.

Inside the cellar of the photo studio.

The dim flame of the kerosene lamp flickered violently.

On the table were two passes for leaving the city, stained with blood.

This is something Wang Guanghai earned with his life.

The seven survivors sat around the table.

No one touched the two thin pieces of paper.

The air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Kim Seung-jong stared at the pass, his eyes red-rimmed, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.

Achang stepped forward and pushed the passes in front of Jin Chengzong and Lin Yuxiu respectively.

"Boss, you can take your wife and child and leave."

"Yuxiu, take the negatives with you."

Lin Yuxiu shook her head frantically, tears welling up in her eyes.

She pushed the pass back.

"I'm not leaving. I'll stay and cover for you."

Achang grabbed her shoulder with tremendous force.

"You must leave!"

"Those negatives were sewn into your clothes!"

Achang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared into Lin Yuxiu's eyes.

"Someone has to send these things out."

"Let the whole world see the beastly things they've done."

Jin Chengzong picked up the pass and stuffed it into Achang's hand.

"Achang, you're still young, take Yuxiu with you."

"I'm old, it doesn't matter if I die here."

Achang gave a bitter smile.

"Boss, there are Japanese soldiers everywhere outside. Bringing a child would make us too conspicuous."

"If you three have a pass, you can claim to be law-abiding citizens."

"Yuxiu is alone, so it's easy to fool her."

"I'll stay behind to cover your retreat."

The cellar was extremely quiet.

No one objected anymore.

Everyone made their decision through silence.

They left the hope of life to women, children, and the truth.

Camera angle change.

Night falls.

The iron gate at the sewer outlet was slowly pushed open.

Several figures struggled to crawl out under the cover of night.

The rain hit my face, icy cold.

At the foot of the city wall, beams of searchlight swept back and forth.

The barking of military dogs could be heard in the distance.

Everyone pressed themselves against the wall, deliberately suppressing their breathing.

Suddenly, a patrol of Japanese soldiers appeared from around the corner.

The blinding light instantly shone on everyone's faces.

"Baka!"

The Japanese soldiers pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The gun barrel spewed fire violently.

Bullets rained down.

To protect the child in her arms, Zhao Yifang suddenly turned around and used her back to block the line of fire.

Blood blossomed on her coarse cloth clothes.

She fell heavily into a pool of blood, her hands still tightly protecting the swaddling clothes beneath her.

"Yifang!"

Kim Seung-jong's eyes were bloodshot, and a desperate roar burst from his throat.

He rushed over and embraced his wife.

Blood kept gushing from Zhao Yifang's mouth as she desperately pushed the child toward Jin Chengzong.

Then, her arm fell limply to her side.

Kim Seung-jong was trembling all over.

He looked at his dead wife, then at the crying child in his arms.

He picked up a rifle that had been left behind by the Japanese army.

"Walk!"

Jin Chengzong roared at Lin Yuxiu.

He placed the child in Lin Yuxiu's arms.

"Take the children with you!"

Lin Yuxiu, her face streaked with tears, retreated repeatedly while holding her child.

Kim Seung-jong turned around and charged straight at the Japanese soldiers amidst a hail of bullets.

Chen Daoming portrayed the resoluteness of a father and a husband to the fullest extent.

The bullet mercilessly pierced his chest.

He knelt on both knees, still desperately pulling the trigger.

Until his last breath, his body remained stiff, blocking the narrow alleyway entrance and buying Lin Yuxiu precious time to escape.

Lin Yuxiu hugged her child tightly and ran forward as fast as she could.

The underlay sewn into the lining of the cheongsam clung to her skin, burning hot.

The pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

Ito led a large number of Japanese soldiers, bayonets at their sides, in pursuit.

Achang suddenly stopped.

He glanced at Lin Yuxiu's departing figure.

"Yuxiu, don't look back!"

Achang shouted.

He turned around and pulled a rusty woodcutter's knife from his waist.

Alone, he stood in the middle of the alley.

Ito stopped and looked at the usually timid postman with a furrowed brow.

Ito spoke in broken Chinese.

"You are a compliant citizen, a friend of the Imperial Army."

"Lay down your weapons and you can live."

Achang's face was covered in blood, and rainwater dripped down his chin.

He looked at Ito, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"friend?"

Achang spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.

"We are not friends."

He gripped the machete tightly with both hands and ran wildly towards the dozens of dark gun barrels.

A hail of bullets was fired.

Achang's body trembled violently in the firelight.

He fell heavily into the muddy water.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the city gate, and he never closed them again.

City gate checkpoint.

Lin Yuxiu was covered in mud.

She held the child tightly in her arms and walked to the Japanese sentry post.

With trembling hands, he handed the pass to the Japanese soldier guarding the pass.

The Japanese soldiers looked at her suspiciously, their gaze lingering on her blood-stained cheeks.

Lin Yuxiu suppressed the trembling that gripped her body and lowered her head deeply.

She feigned extreme submissiveness, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The Japanese soldiers took the pass and checked it carefully.

Lin Yuxiu's heart was in her throat.

She could feel the negatives pasted inside her cheongsam; they represented the wronged souls of hundreds of thousands of people.

The Japanese soldiers threw the pass back into her hand.

He waved.

Release.

Lin Yuxiu, holding the child, walked out of the city gate step by step.

She didn't turn around.

In the vast city of Nanjing, seven people fled, but only she and a child survived.

She carried everyone's last wishes alone and embarked on a journey to deliver the truth.

"Card!"

Shen Ao held a megaphone, his throat hoarse.

"Pass!"

"I hereby announce that filming for 'Nanjing Photo Studio' has wrapped!"