At that mont, Qin Miaomiao sensed this was a great promotional opportunity and asked the young director, "I know directors speak through their works. I hope to create sothing like behind-the-scenes footage, so the audience can understand not just your work but also more about you as a person. Do you agree?"
The young director was taken aback for a mont, then nodded in agreent. In fact, he didn’t fully understand Qin Miaomiao’s aning; he nodded instinctively. He was still pondering Qin Miaomiao’s earlier question about the initial inspiration for creating his works.
Qin Miaomiao had comrcial insight and was adept at seizing opportunities, but she didn’t like exposing herself in front of the cara. So, she placed a pinhole cara on the desk, turning her conversation with the young director into regular informal communication.
The young director didn’t mind the pinhole cara. He was imrsed in his own thoughts, feeling sowhat excited.
"I used to have autism."
"At that ti, my parents thought I was mute or a fool. Because our family was poor and couldn’t afford dical treatnt, they anxiously had a second child."
"A mute fool who didn’t respond to anything or anyone, compared to a very clever younger son, naturally people would prefer the younger child."
"So in my impression, ho was just a house with two people cooking. Enough to eat, clothes to keep warm. That’s all."
"But actually, an autistic child is like a window opened by God. Such people are closer to the boundary between genius and madness. This is sothing my teacher told ."
"He ca to our village for inspiration, discovered , and took away. From then on, my life changed."
"After returning to my country, the first thing I did was go back to that village."
"It had been many years, I thought I had long forgotten those two people. After all, in my mind, the person fulfilling the role of elder had always been my teacher. And my return to the village was a task arranged by him."
"To complete the task, I t my biological parents. When I saw them trying cautiously to please ..." the young director demonstrated with his hands, "I entered the house, and they lifted the curtain for . During als, they kept asking if there was enough food, making sure I had new bedding to sleep on..."
"The next day, they brought out things from my childhood. These items were neatly organized in a wooden box, which was locked with an iron lock, the key hidden at the very bottom of the wardrobe."
"Broken old items that no one uses now, treasured by them like precious gems."
"I stayed at the house for one night and left, taking a neighbor’s tricycle. The neighbor told they gave away out of desperation at the ti because they feared they couldn’t raise ."
"When I looked back at the village, that feeling of eternity and a fleeting mont, the emptiness and loneliness that make one want to cry but can’t... that’s the final scene in the movie."
"That was this film’s initial inspiration. After much processing, it beca the work you see now."
Qin Miaomiao finished chatting with the young director and saw a WeChat ssage from Hua Tiantian. Hua Tiantian asked her, do you know about the online battle on Weibo?
Qin Miaomiao, of course, did not know.
Having just chatted with the young director, Qin Miaomiao took the valuable ti to check the Weibo trends.
The battle on Weibo initially started from Mo Wenwan’s national tour event for her movie’s main character.
During a certain event in the City, the host asked directly, "You two are here to promote your new film. What do you think is the biggest advantage of your new film?"
The female artist, flaunting a face with a pointed chin and swaying willow waist, said, "My fan base will definitely support , won’t they?"
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