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

December 13th.

Nanjing.

A light drizzle was falling from the gray sky.

It was exactly 10:00 AM.

The piercing air raid sirens blared throughout the city.

Many cars stopped on the street, and the drivers opened their car doors and stood beside their vehicles.

Pedestrians on the road stopped in their tracks.

The food delivery rider stopped his electric scooter.

The traffic police officer took off his white gloves and hat.

Everyone bowed their heads.

The entire city fell into absolute silence at that moment.

Only the siren echoed in the sky.

The entire city observed a moment of silence.

This is the National Memorial Day.

It was also the day that "Nanjing Photo Studio" was released globally.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Nanjing Xinjiekou International Cinema.

The hall was packed with people.

No one made a fuss.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Ninety-three-year-old Li Jianguo was supported by his granddaughter.

Slowly walk into the cinema lobby.

He was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit.

He wore a commemorative badge on his chest.

He was leaning on a wooden cane.

His thin, bony hands were covered with brown age spots.

He walked very slowly.

Every step seemed extremely difficult.

The old man was using a cane.

Walk up to the huge poster in the cinema lobby.

The poster shows a black and white reflection of a mass grave.

The old man stopped.

His cloudy eyes stared at the poster for a long time.

His withered fingers made a grasping motion in mid-air.

"Old Zhang's second son."

The old man muttered to himself.

"Brother Wang who sells sesame seed cakes."

"They're all inside."

The granddaughter held the old man's arm.

Her eyes were red-rimmed.

Several young people queuing to have their tickets checked nearby heard what the old man said.

Quiet down immediately.

They took a half-step back.

Make way for the elderly to walk in a wide passage.

The cinema staff saw the elderly man.

They immediately came to greet them.

"Grandpa, please take it easy."

The old man crawled out from a pile of dead bodies at Xiaguan Wharf.

The family consists of seven people.

He was the only one who survived.

The granddaughter handed the movie tickets to the staff.

"Grandpa insisted on coming to see it."

The granddaughter lowered her voice.

"We tried to persuade him at home for a long time, but he was stubborn and insisted on coming to see the people who helped them preserve the truth."

The staff member accepted the movie ticket with both hands.

He bowed deeply.

"Hall Number Three, I'll take you there."

Inside the screening room.

Seats are full.

The lights went out.

The screen lights up.

The dragon emblem flashed by.

The movie officially begins.

There is no background music.

Only the click of an old-fashioned camera shutter.

Chen Daoming, who plays Jin Chengzong, appears in the darkroom.

The red safety light shone on his face.

In the developer.

One by one, photos documenting the atrocities committed by the Japanese army slowly emerged.

The visuals are extremely realistic.

It was extremely tragic.

Mr. Li Jianguo sat in the middle of the first row.

He gripped the dragon head of the cane tightly with both hands.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

His cloudy eyes stared at the big screen.

Without blinking.

When the scene of the massacre at Shimonoseki Wharf appears on the screen.

Zhu Yawen, who plays Achang, roars with red eyes.

The old man's body began to tremble violently.

He opened his withered lips.

A hoarse breathing came from his throat.

"That's how it is..."

The old man muttered to himself.

"That's how it is..."

Tears streamed down his deeply lined face.

It dripped onto the dark lapel.

The granddaughter quickly took out a tissue.

Gently wipe away Grandpa's tears.

"Grandpa, stop looking, let's go home."

The granddaughter tried to dissuade her, feeling sorry for her.

The old man stubbornly shook his head.

"I'm not leaving."

He pushed his granddaughter's hand away.

"I want to see."

"I want to see how they send out the evidence."

In the screening room.

Suppressed sobs rose and fell.

Many young viewers buried their heads in their hands.

I didn't dare look directly at the image on the screen.

That kind of despair that comes through the screen.

It makes my chest feel tight.

Out of breath.

Midway through the movie.

In the cellar.

Liu Qianqian, who plays Lin Yuxiu, sews the negatives into her cheongsam with needle and thread.

The scene was extremely quiet.

The only sound was the faint friction of needle and thread passing through the fabric.

Old man Li Jianguo suddenly straightened his back.

He slammed his cane against the ground.

"Good girl."

The old man's voice was hoarse.

"She's a good girl."

then.

He was also with a complete stranger.

Stuff it at the very bottom of the pile of dead bodies.

That's how they managed to dodge the Japanese bayonets.

The woman was dragged away.

He didn't even know the other person's name.

They saw Lin Yuxiu carrying the child and walking towards the city gate.

The old man was so nervous that he held his breath.

He put his hands together in prayer position.

He kept bowing.

May the Bodhisattva protect you.

"We must get out there."

"Take the things out."

As the movie came to an end.

Liu Qianqian, who plays Lin Yuxiu, carries a negative sewn into her cheongsam.

Under the cover of Jin Chengzong and Achang.

Stumbling and staggering, they walked out of the city gate.

The image freezes.

The line of white text appeared on the black screen.

"This film is dedicated to the 300,000 compatriots who lost their lives, and to all those who spread the truth in the darkness."

The lights came on.

The screening has ended.

Not a single person in the audience got up to leave.

Everyone remained seated.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The cleaning lady stood at the door with a broom.

I didn't go in to urge them.

He just stood silently to the side.

She raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears.

On the floor of the screening room.

Very clean.

No one discarded the popcorn bucket or drink cup.

No one even felt like eating snacks.

Completely immersed in that heavy history.

Li Jianguo, an elderly man, was supported by his granddaughter.

Slowly straighten your body.

He turned around.

Facing the entire audience.

The old man took off his old hat.

Sparse white hair was visible.

He bowed deeply.

A young man in the front row suddenly stood up.

Raise your hand.

Clap your hands loudly.

Followed by.

The second person stood up.

The third person stood up.

The entire audience stood up in unison.

There was thunderous applause.

Enduring and uninterrupted.

The young man clapped and cried at the same time.

The old man looked at these young faces.

His withered lips curved into an extremely gratified smile.

He nodded vigorously.

With his granddaughter's support.

Slowly walk out of the screening room.

His back was hunched.

But they walked very steadily.