I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 372, Ordinary People

At this moment.

Li Yun was the only one left on set.

This is the place where "Let the Bullets Fly" was born.

My hometown.

Or rather, Huang Silang's hometown.

At this moment, before Li Yun were Huang Silang, who left in a disheveled manner, and Zhang Muzhi, who followed his mission.

Now, a "stand-in" who looks exactly like "Huang Silang" has appeared.

In the original "Let the Bullets Fly," she was an unremarkable character, a pawn-like role used to showcase Chow Yun-fat's acting skills.

But in the end.

Li Yun let this piece go on the table.

The absurdity and unruliness of fate are everywhere in "Let the Bullets Fly".

But in the end.

Li Yun, however, did not choose to let fate continue to be absurd.

This fate.

This fate was unexpected, even to Zhang Muzhi.

"I never thought that I would actually lose to you, you peasant. I didn't lose to an opponent I admired, but I lost to you. Fate is a strange thing." Huang Silang looked at the double in front of him. Now his emotions had calmed down, and the anger before his death was gone.

But even now, he still can't figure it out.

Still filled with confusion and bewilderment.

I was just confused and bewildered, wondering how I could have lost, and what right these peasants had.

Unlike Huang Silang, Zhang Muzhi seemed to understand something.

Unlike Huang Silang, who remained bewildered from birth to death.

He seemed to understand something.

After Zhang Muzhi figured it out, his smile became even brighter.

They even felt relieved.

"I apologize for my previous arrogance. You're right, there's never been a savior; the people themselves are their own saviors. Let the dust settle."

Zhang Muzhi smiled slightly.

He also turned and left on his horse, even though the people would choose his history.

But someone always has to bear the burden.

Someone is in charge of guiding and taking on important responsibilities.

Let's keep going, and fly for a while.

Unexpectedly, the one left behind was Huang Silang's double.

His purpose in existence was simply to die in place of Huang Silang; he was a fool without any self-respect.

But he actually has his own profession.

He was an actor in a theatrical troupe, whose livelihood depended on playing other people.

When Huang Silang discovered him as a stand-in, he made him his personal actor.

The actor who died in his place was responsible for appearing in public and for bearing the karmic burdens of Huang Silang.

Perhaps, in short, he also enjoyed the things that Huang Silang had enjoyed.

He may also have this way of dying.

This is also, to some extent, aiding and abetting evil.

But, can I refuse Huang Silang? If I refuse, I'll die.

As an ordinary person.

How could I possibly refuse Huang Silang?

He is just one of the ordinary people in Let the Bullets Fly, a puppet manipulated at will by heroes and villains.

But they are also living people.

Li Yun looked at the stand-in in front of him and even saw his own reflection.

No, it's myself.

They are just ordinary people, neither good nor bad, drifting with the tide, clinging to life and fearing death.

But it also has its own anger.

A surge of anger within me.

And this anger.

Let him finally muster the courage to overthrow Huang Silang.

We are ordinary people.

Absolutely not to be at the mercy of others

Li Yun was on set at that moment.

We saw Goose City, and we saw the awakened people who took charge of their own affairs. After receiving the education they deserved, they became no longer ignorant, and the wheels of time began to turn rapidly from the Republic of China era.

The so-called elites are nothing more than people who have read a few more books.

Once everyone has access to a fair education, elites will no longer be the privilege of people like Zhang Muzhi.

The people choose history, history chooses heroes, and heroes emerge from the masses.

We have traversed history.

We've come this far.

The watchtowers of the small town have become history.

The people are no longer the same people they used to be.

In a daze, history changed before my eyes.

The bullets from back then took root and sprouted, growing into towering trees before Li Yun's eyes.

"The bullets really did fly for a while; bullets that have been flying from the Republic of China era to the present day have finally landed."

Li Yun felt that her hallucinations were very severe.

But this is an illusion.

Yet it also gives people peace of mind.

(Hidden quest completed)

(I am just one of the masses)

(You become better at understanding yourself and the feelings of ordinary people, and your ability to create immersive experiences in filmmaking increases by 10.)

What exactly is art?

Some people believe that art is something highbrow and inaccessible to the general public, something profound and incomprehensible to others.

But Li Yun's understanding of art is probably that art is something even a 3-year-old can understand.

Li Yun hoped that his plan to let the bullets fly would work.

How can it make a three-year-old laugh?

That must be such great art.

Li Yun was the last person to return to Beijing by plane.

During the eight peaceful days following the wrap-up of filming.

Li Yun stood in his hometown.

Standing in my mother's hometown.

Li Yun could still feel the resentment in his body.

He was still Huang Silang, and that selfish and ruthless self-interest was on full display.

He still harbored deep hatred for his hometown.

Dissatisfaction with one's family of origin.

That doesn't matter anymore.

Li Yun now understands the difference.

"It seems that you can influence my thoughts occasionally. Yes, to you, I am also a spirit that has usurped your place, so I shouldn't be resentful of your remnants. But in any case, you and I are ultimately two completely different individuals. You may hate your hometown, but I will love the land that gave birth to this body."

"Because I am an ordinary person, not a bad person."

"I pursue fame and fortune because I know I am an ordinary person, and therefore I have the desires of an ordinary person. I pursue the right to a better life through all legitimate means."

I am not a selfless saint like Zhang Muzhi.

He is not a villain like Huang Silang who would stop at nothing.

I am a stand-in.

They are ordinary people.

Ordinary people can ultimately choose to become great.

"My hometown is beautiful, with clear waters and lush mountains. It's wonderful."

On the way back to Beijing, Li Yun was on the phone with Lu Zhengguang.

Completely private power supply.

They chatted about everyday life and their hometown, showing that life isn't just about work and acting.

And the people around you.

Li Yun also enjoys this leisurely attitude in his view of life and the people and things around him.

As an ordinary person.

Those who lose their true nature and humanity in the pursuit of fame and fortune will turn into monsters like Huang Silang.

That would only lead to profiteering.

There isn't a single person I can trust around me.

In the end, dying at the hands of his former self was simply his way of bringing about his own demise.

"It seems like you've figured something out."

"Maybe so, it's amazing, isn't it? Acting can actually help me understand some things."

"It's not surprising. Besides bringing joy, works of art often also carry the responsibility of conveying ideas."

On this point, objectively speaking, he felt that the United States had done a good job in this regard, putting all the ideological output into commercial matters.

They say "business is business," but their true intentions are all about ideology.

The spirit and ideas contained within a two-hour film are born and clamored beneath an excellent commercial exterior.

American mainstream films have a huge advantage.

He always manages to find excellent business shells.

It appeals to both refined and popular tastes.

Therefore, Lu Zhenguang also firmly believes in one thing: an excellent film, or even an excellent patriotic film.

I can film him well.

He must be an ordinary person.

He can only be an ordinary person.

He really hoped that Li Yun was such an outstanding ordinary person.

Jiang Weijian also returned to the headquarters of the August First Film Studio, dragging his exhausted body.

Especially mental exhaustion.

It was like having a long dream.

A grand dream that left him mentally confused, where he met and got to know many people.

Jiang Wen, Ge You, Li Yun, Huang Silang, Zhang Muzhi, Master Tang

He, and they.

Their figures were right in front of Jiang Weijian.

It leaps right before my eyes.

This exhausting realization made him even somewhat unable to distinguish which side was real and which was fake.

Ultimately, the world before our eyes is real.

The world of Let the Bullets Fly is still the real one.

It's a bit hard to tell the difference.

"What's wrong? You look so tired." Wang Tao looked at Jiang Weijian with a teasing tone.

"Cleaning up for a new director's mess might be tiring, but at least the task is done. Now you can get some rest."

Compared to the lackluster performances of second-tier production teams.

The production crews at the August First Film Studio certainly exuded a sense of high spirits and were full of energy.

This time, it's "The Battle of Chosin Reservoir in the Korean War".

In terms of funding, crew, director lineup, and various indicators, it is a top-notch production.

A masterpiece of the pinnacle.

These kinds of works are always a pleasure to shoot.

They all provide an unparalleled sense of pleasure.

For the film crew, it was also a huge boost to their sense of accomplishment. That's why Wang Tao felt sorry for Jiang Weijian.

As it stands now.

The other person's experience filming must have been terrible.

That makes sense when you think about it.

So Wang Tao felt some pity for him.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. My production team is stronger than his second-tier team, so it deserves better resources.

Therefore, one should enjoy the happiness derived from filming.

It is only right and proper to enjoy it.

In a sense, this is a real-world significance.

So, although Wang Tao would pity him, he would also feel...

You should work hard to improve your status within the production crew and get the factory manager to assign your team good tasks.

Instead of what it is now.

I was exhausted from filming.

"So we also need to pay attention to improving ourselves, otherwise we won't feel happy while filming."

After patting Jiang Weijian on the shoulder, Wang Tao turned around and went to find Liu Shanhe to report on the progress of the filming.

Everything went smoothly and you did very well. No need to worry.

This is the idea that Wang Tao wanted to convey to Liu Shanhe.

Jiang Weijian was stunned. Was he unhappy during this shoot?

Ask yourself.

With a touch of arrogance typical of those within the system, he arrived at the film set, expecting to be unhappy.

Jiang Weijian's mindset at the time was simply to complete the task and leave as soon as it was finished.

It's an extremely ordinary mindset.

But nowadays...

Recalling the feelings when filming Let the Bullets Fly.

That feeling is obvious.

happy.

Tired, but happy.

Although the entire crew was exhausted, their joyful mood was something that couldn't be faked.

On Liu Shanhe's side.

Listening to Wang Tao's report, it was completely unsurprising.

Regardless of Li Mo himself, he personally oversaw the script.

Regarding this script.

He had complete confidence.

Moreover, it has a strong sense of the main theme.

"I'm not worried. I've provided enough resources for this film, and the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is providing full support. It's already quite excellent."

At this moment, Liu Shanhe smiled. It could be said that Li Modu's movie was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

The participants were from the front-line classes of the August First Film Studio, and also included many national first- and second-level actors affiliated with the August First Film Studio.

With its excellent cast and script, it's sure to be a sensation when it's released.

Meanwhile, Jiang Weijian, a second-tier actor from the production team, also came to give a report.

Wang Tao was still whispering to Liu Shanhe.

"He seemed a bit tired, so he probably didn't enjoy the filming very much."

"He really had a tough time on this mission." At this moment, Liu Shanhe pondered.

It was indeed because he lost a bet that he borrowed a second-tier film crew to go out.

However, Liu Shanhe also felt a little embarrassed. It was indeed a bit unfair to ask a comrade who pursues art to film dross.

We can only offer more opportunities for professional titles and financial compensation to second-tier production teams when the time comes.

"Main theme, main theme, using the same approach to expose darkness as in the film 'Silenced,' filming a main theme is a path to suicide."

As for Li Modu's son.

Liu Shanhe held a considerable degree of appreciation for it.

After all, the quality of the works is objective. Whether it's "The Crucible" or "The Young Students," Li Yun has demonstrated a considerable degree of artistic talent.

Indeed, he has some of Li Modu's style.

They truly share the same bloodline.

but.

Their second-tier film crews are all very experienced; they previously filmed movies like garlands on high mountains.

Those standards are incredibly high.

Let them direct the work of a junior colleague.

I really feel wronged.

At this moment, Jiang Weijian also came in to report on his work.

"Factory manager."

"You shouldn't come to the factory now that you've just gotten back. Go home and rest for a while. Only by balancing work and rest can you continue to shine." Liu Shanhe seemed a little reproachful.

Jiang Weijian was somewhat helpless at this moment.

"Old factory director, I'm only in my forties, I'm not that fragile."

"It's mainly mental fatigue, which is different from physical fatigue. You need to rest your mind."

That's true.

Regarding the movie, Liu Shanhe asked softly, "Alright, answer one question and then go back to rest. What kind of person is this Li Yun?"

What kind of person?

Jiang Weijian recalled every detail of "Let the Bullets Fly".

"laity."

It seems that using certain words to describe it is somewhat inaccurate.

But judging from an ordinary person's perspective...

This is probably the most realistic script.

At this moment, Liu Shanhe silently sentenced Let the Bullets Fly to death in his heart.