Daddy Academy

Chapter 3350 Script Seminar

Chapter 3350 Script Seminar

After talking with the old man, Xiaobai called his friends and then, under the old man's guidance, searched for relevant information online.

In the evening, at six o'clock, the group of girlfriends, plus Robin and others who were not part of the group, arrived. Everyone sat around at Xiao Zhang's house, and the atmosphere was completely different from usual.

A huge sheet of white paper was spread on the coffee table in the living room, covered with arrows, circles and crooked handwriting. Scattered around it were colored pens, erasers, and several revolutionary history picture books borrowed from the library.

Although it was already evening, Xiao Bai was still wearing that "director" baseball cap, and his expression was more than ten times more serious than when he was filming "It's Not Easy Being a Sister".

She held the outline she had gotten from the old man in her hand, her gaze sweeping over her companions sitting around her.

Liuliu, Dudu, Xiaomi, Chengcheng, Xier, Xiaonian, Robin, Xiaoweiwei... almost all the "core creators" who participated in the previous filming were present.

Xiao Nian also came; it was her first time attending such a script workshop.

She was specially invited by Xiaobai. Xiaonian was the first to arrive at Little Red Horse Academy today. When she arrived, Xi'er and Robin had not yet arrived, whereas in the past, those two children were always the first to arrive.

Xiao Nian sat upright, her gaze fixed on Xiao Bai, occasionally falling on the outline paper spread out on the coffee table. From her perspective, she could only see the dense text and diagrams on the outline paper, but not what it actually said, because her line of sight was reversed.

Xiao Weiwei was also invited; she was asked to keep records. In Xiao Bai's words, Xiao Weiwei's records will be very important if we want to trace history in the future.

There was nothing on the coffee table except for the outline paper, whereas in the past, Xiaobai would always enthusiastically bring everyone bear-shaped drinks or other fruit snacks.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Xiao Bai pulled a stack of documents from under the coffee table and handed them out to everyone one by one.

These are the brochures and handwritten summaries of the martyrs' deeds that she brought back from the memorial hall.

For once, Liuliu didn't crack a joke. She frowned, staring at the small card in her hand that read "Chen Xiaodong, 12 years old, correspondent," her lips pressed tightly together.

Even Robin sensed something was off. She held the brochure and tried to read it carefully. Although she couldn't read the words, she could see the photos and pictures.

"Everyone's here."

Xiao Bai cleared his throat, his voice sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet living room.

"I already explained the reason for this matter to everyone this morning, and now I will explain it again."

She then explained the concept behind "One Generation Fighting Three Generations' War," and continued, "Now, let's begin our script discussion for 'One Generation Fighting Three Generations'!"

She imitated the way adults held meetings, tapping a small, upside-down iron bowl on the table with a pencil, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Robin was startled by the sound, then chuckled to himself. Xiao Mi gently tugged at his sleeve, and he quickly covered his mouth.

Xiao Bai held up the outline paper in his hand and said, "First of all, we need to be clear that this film is completely different from 'Being a Sister Isn't Easy.' This time, it can't be funny; it has to be serious, it has to be real, and it has to be... done with a sense of awe."

She used the words she had heard from the old man, trying to make her small face appear more dignified.

"No problem, director!"

Liuliu was the first to respond, straightening her back.

"I, Liu Liu, can play both villains and heroes! This time, I promise I won't fall into the bushes!"

"There are no bushes for you to fall into this time."

Xiaobai pointed to the three large circles she had drawn on the white paper beforehand and said, "My old man helped us set up a framework. The first part is about children in the midst of war. The main characters are a brother and sister. The brother is called... let's call him Xiaodong for now, and the sister is called Xiaohua. They should have been like us, going to school and playing, but then war came."

Upon hearing this, Liu Liu glanced sideways at Xiao Huahua. Good heavens, making the female lead call her by her name? Isn't this just using her position for personal gain to make herself the female lead? When she, Shen Liu Liu, plays the female lead, she'll have to call Xiao Huahua. Should she give it her all or hold back?

While Liu Liu was preoccupied with her thoughts, everyone was carefully reviewing the documents.

Chengcheng's slender fingers rested on a photograph.

In the photo, several ragged, emaciated children are hiding behind a pile of broken walls, staring at the camera with terrified eyes.

She whispered, "They lost their home, they lost their father and mother."

"That's right!"

Xiao Bai nodded and continued, "During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Japanese devils attacked, their village was bombed, and their parents and relatives... were all gone. They had no choice but to join the troops and become Boy Scouts in order to survive and seek revenge."

What are Boy Scouts?

Xi'er asked softly, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"They are...they are very young soldiers."

Xiaomi tried to explain, saying she had seen some war movies: "They might not be much older than us, but they also had to carry guns, deliver messages, and take care of the wounded."

The classroom became even quieter.

Even the laughter of the kids outside the window seemed to have faded away.

They were seven or eight years old, about the same age as each other, but they had lost everything and were forced to go to the battlefield.

These concepts weighed on their hearts like heavy stones.

"And then?" Dudu asked, her hand unconsciously clenching into a fist.

She was breathing heavily, panting heavily.

Xiao Bai took a deep breath and said, "This is what I can think of for now. Next, we'll discuss it together and see how to write the story."

Xiaomi said, "This is not entirely a story. There are many prototypes in history, such as the many people we saw when we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall that day."

Xiao Bai nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Xiaomi is right. Everyone can speak up and tell us how to tell these stories of our predecessors."

Dudu said, "Xiaodong and Xiaohua lost their parents and relatives and became orphans. In order to survive, they joined the team."

Liu Liu asked, "A team? Are they Boy Scouts?"

Dudu nodded and said, "For example, there are thirty Boy Scouts who are responsible for delivering messages, carrying guns, and taking care of the wounded on the battlefield... They will do whatever they can. Sometimes, Xiaodong will even carry a gun to the front line to help the adults hold their ground."

Xiao Mi continued, "Because Xiao Dong was small and inconspicuous on the front lines, he was not easily discovered when hiding in the trenches, so he often ran around to relay orders."

Xi'er and Xiao Weiwei scribbled furiously, trying to write it down quickly.

Xiao Bai opened his mouth, his voice dry, and tried to say, "But the war... was too cruel. Bullets rained down like crazy, whistling incessantly in our ears. Shells exploded everywhere, leaving craters everywhere. Some of Xiao Dong and Xiao Hua's friends were hit and fell down, some were seriously injured and carried away... one by one, fewer and fewer people remained."

Xi'er's eyes widened, devoid of their usual sparkle; she was on the verge of tears, her fear of sadness overwhelming her. She desperately wanted Xiaobai to stop talking, but the thought that this was all true history filled her with sadness and helplessness.

Liu Liu chimed in, her tone unusually devoid of its usual carefree air: "It's like when we play games, our teammates die one by one, until only a few are left."

Although the metaphor was crude, everyone instantly understood that loneliness and fear.

Robin snuggled closer to Xiaomi, and Xiaomi put her arm around her shoulder.

Chengcheng's thoughts flowed freely, and she continued, "The War of Resistance Against Japan lasted for eight years, and they also fought for eight years. When they finally won, out of the thirty people, only three remained. Xiaodong and Xiaohua were two of the three who survived."

Her voice was calm and solemn.

"Wow..." Robin's eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, Xi'er's big eyes were filled with tears. She thought of all the good friends Little Red Horse had. If there were only three left... she didn't dare to think about it.

"It's not over yet," Xiaobai continued.

Xi'er suddenly started to dislike Xiaobai.

But Xiaobai's voice still rang out: "The war wasn't over yet. After driving away the Japanese devils, the Liberation War came next. In the chaos, Xiaodong died."

"do not want!"

Xi'er finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up to stop Xiaobai from telling such a cruel story.

Liu Liu thought to herself, "That little flower, she ruthlessly killed Xiao Dong just to secure her role as the female lead! So cruel! I couldn't do that."

Xi'er said, "Don't let Xiao Dong die, he... he suffered too much."

After a moment of silence, Xiaobai said, "Then how do we write it?"

Xi'er said, "Just write... Xiao Dong and Xiao Hua... got separated, yes! They got separated. There were too many people, the battlefield was too big, and they couldn't find each other."

Xiao Bai thought for a moment and said, "That's fine too. They never found each other again."

Xi'er's eyes reddened; she couldn't bear to hear stories of loved ones being separated: "Couldn't they have found each other later and been together forever?"

Xiao Mi's eyes also reddened. She held back her grief and said, "But... but many revolutionary martyrs were separated from their loved ones and could never find them again."

Xiao Bai nodded heavily: "Yes. Later, the Liberation War ended, and the new China was founded. Xiao Dong survived, got married, and had a new family. He thought he could finally live a good life, but..."