The Best Director

On September 12, the sun rose as usual, but the terrorist attack that shocked the entire earth yesterday will remain in the memory of the world forever; and the bright sunshine cannot fade away people's shadows and grief for the time being. (

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The twin towers of the World Trade Center have completely collapsed, and a raging fire is burning in the ruins. Rescuers are cleaning up the rubble and rescuing survivors buried in the rubble. The whole of New York is still in a semi-paralyzed state; all civil aviation flights in the United States are grounded. Several states have stopped all commercial and private flights, and the U.S. airspace has been banned for three days; the entire economy has also been paralyzed, folk rumors are everywhere, and the wind is jittery; the global military is on high alert, and war seems to be on the verge of breaking out...

Last night, Jessica tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When she closed her eyes, there was a terrible darkness. There were people who jumped out of the building, the collapsed World Trade Center, the crowds leaving Manhattan on the street, the possibility of something happening. The second round of attacks, death... and that smiling face made her miss the face that she couldn't sleep.

I don't know how he is now? Jessica was leaning on the sofa, watching the live report on the TV screen, and was about to pick up the phone to call him tentatively, when she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and that familiar voice: "Jessie, I'm back." She opened her mouth wide in surprise, got up without wearing slippers, and walked briskly towards the door, only to see Wang Yang standing there with a luggage bag on his back, looking dusty, and he smiled and said: "I came back."

"You..." Jessica looked at him expressionlessly, her heart was beating fast, resisting the urge to rush over to hug him at night, and asked, "Why are you here? Didn't you stay here?" New Jersey, you promised me..."

Wang Yang smiled softly, put down the luggage bag, and said: "Well, I promised you. But I want to see you and be by your side, so I'm back." Jessica blinked with a frown Blinking his eyes, he asked again: "What if there is a terrorist attack on a train? What do you want me to do? Yang, I'm very angry." Wang Yang nodded and walked towards her, saying: "I'm self-willed, I'm naive , but I just want to go home and see you."

Before Jessica could say anything, she was hugged tightly by him, and her lips were immediately kissed. She felt really relieved in her heart, no longer that bad worry, but full of contentment and cherishment. Her arms wrapped around his back as well, and they kissed tenderly.

Two days have passed since the 9/11 incident, and the news seems to have gradually become clear. In this terrorist attack, a total of four civil aviation planes were hijacked by the Taliban, two of which crashed into the World Trade Center, one crashed into the Pentagon, and one crashed in Pennsylvania. It is now estimated that more than 2,000 people were killed, including 246 passengers on four planes, workers at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and hundreds of rescue workers who died in the line of duty...

During these two days, Wang Yang stayed at home. Affected by this incident, almost all film crews in Hollywood stopped working and rested.

"Honey" and "District 9" are no exception.

Now the entertainment industry is planning a disaster relief fundraising TV show called "America's Tribute to Heroes," including Wain Smith, Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Jim Carrey, Julia Robb Here...all the first-line Hollywood superstars, countless stars, as well as popular singers in the music industry such as Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, etc., have all confirmed that they will attend.

As a post-80s star who is among the most popular among young people, Jessica was also invited, and she also decided to attend, taking the stage with several young idols such as Kirsten Dunst; Wang Yang is a director, not in Invited to the ranks, but he is ready to donate money. This is what he can do for this disaster. There will also be a confidential meeting held at USC tomorrow. The Department of Homeland Security, the military, and anti-terrorism experts, Discuss possible actions that terrorists may take in the future with the highly imaginative director, and jointly discuss the plan for anti-terrorism operations.

On the large TV screen, the channel of the rescue operation was broadcast live. The ruins of the World Trade Center were still in a mess, piled up with rubble several stories high, ferocious reinforced concrete, and ash debris all over the ground. A huge plume of smoke heading straight into Yunxiao... The firefighters kept digging hard, although they knew that there were survivors who called 911 buried in the rubble, but they were a little helpless.

"When the first plane hit the North Tower, we thought it was an accident... My husband, he works on the 103rd floor of the South Tower. He..." On the TV, a middle-aged Caucasian woman burst into tears. Crying red and swollen, with despair on his face, he cried: "He also called my cell phone, told me about this, told me that he was fine...he could have escaped, if at that time he Go downstairs, he..."

Tears welled up from her eyes, with the former World Trade Center behind her, she cried: "At that time, I was not far from here, and I saw the second plane crash into the South Tower just like that, and then, then...then I I lost contact with my husband, I don't believe it, I don't believe he died..." She wiped her unstoppable tears, shook her head and said, "I don't believe it, he must still be alive, right inside the ruins, he Must be alive..."

There were not a few people crying like this woman at the scene. They all lost their loved ones, but they could only watch and pray for a miracle to happen.

On the sofa, Jessica, who was leaning on Wang Yang's shoulder, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said sadly: "It's terrible, I don't understand why someone would do such a thing? What are they thinking, how could this happen?"

Wang Yang hugged her waist silently, feeling very sad and heavy in his heart. He just lost a close relative a few months ago. He knew how uncomfortable and bad it was. It was death, and it would never be I will see and hear again... Old man Wu left peacefully at the end of his life, but what about these victims? The number of deaths is constantly rising, but behind each "1" represents a broken family, the wife lost her husband, the child lost her father, crying, crying...

The two cuddled together and read the report for a while. At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. Wang Yang reached out to take it and saw that it was Mark Slanter. He connected and said, "Hi, Mark " Mark Slant over there said hello and said, "Jan, I received a message that Cole Langston is dead."

"What?" Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, frowned, sat up straight and asked, "Dead? Cole is dead?" Hearing his words, Jessica couldn't help but looked at him suspiciously. Yang asked again: "You mean... the kind of death that is death?" Mark Srant hummed and said, "Yes, dead. He was on the plane that crashed into the North Tower."

Cole is on that plane? Thinking of what he witnessed that day, Wang Yang was speechless for a moment. He glanced at Jessica who was frowning, and exhaled, "Well, Mark, is there anything else?"

"Yes, that's the main reason I'm looking for you." Mark Slanter said in a deep and serious voice, "Yang, should we reconsider the plan for "District 9" now? Maybe we should postpone this shooting plan?" Hearing this topic, Wang Yang couldn't help tightening Jessica's waist, frowning: "No, I don't want to talk about it now. And it's all on my mind, Mark, no If there is any delay, it will not be cancelled."

Mark Srant said noncommittally, and said very seriously: "Some things have to be faced, and you have to think about it carefully. After 911, the audience's mood in watching movies is different. They need warm and funny Easy, but District 9... Jan, think about it, we'll talk in a few days."

"Well, bye." Putting down the phone, Wang Yang scratched his hair with staring eyes. Postpone, cancel? No, he shook his head and didn't want to think about it for the time being, but the news that Mark Slanter brought occupied his mind. Jessica patted him and asked, "Yan, is Cole dead? Is that the paparazzi Cole?" Wang Yang looked at her, nodded and said, "Well, he was on the first plane."

Both of them fell silent. There is no doubt that they both hated and hated Cole very much, but now he is dead, died in a terrorist attack... Watching the grief-stricken families of the victims on TV, Wang Yang thought in a trance After a while, he sighed, "I don't know. If it's just Cole, I don't feel anything about his death. Maybe it's just 'Oh, what a pity'. I'm neither happy nor sad. I don't care."

Jessica nodded sympathetically, Wang Yang let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I hate him, and I thought before that 'a scum like him deserves to die', but why didn't he die at other times and places? Maybe I'll be happier?" Jessica patted him on the shoulder silently, and said, "I thought about it too, I thought about beating him hard, beating all the paparazzi; I cursed him... he's now Really dead."

"Death... death is really big, should he die?" Wang Yang shook his head without thinking, and said: "You know, death is not his business alone, his family, children, crying, crying... Let’s not talk about it.” He calmed down, smiled and said, “Jessie, can you get me a bottle of beer?” Jessica nodded with a smile, jumped off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at her pretty back, Wang Yang shouted with a smile: "By the way, you only have to take Coke, don't become a drunkard." He turned around and opened the laptop on the coffee table, ready to check the latest situation on the Internet.

On the day of 9/11, the telephone communication systems in New York and corresponding regions were nearly paralyzed. The entire United States could only rely on the Internet to learn about family, friends, loved ones, and the latest news about terrorist attacks. Therefore, that day also became the most Internet traffic in American history. On the biggest day, many news websites were jammed and paralyzed. Even the overwhelmed Google had to mark on the homepage: "Dear friends, please watch TV or listen to the radio to get the latest news."

And gger's traffic has also hit a record high, and the number of registrations has increased by one million in a few days, and this number is also continuing to soar. Every blogger updates his own news on it, what he saw and heard in New York, and his own mood, praying together, and accusing the inhuman terrorists... It seems that gger has become the Internet's hero overnight. new star.

While opening Yahoo News, Wang Yang casually opened several chat rooms of L (America Online), and immediately saw a netizen D saying: "Let us express our condolences to those unfortunate people who were involved in this tragedy, and to them Let’s pray for my loved ones, may they all be safe and well.” Many netizens immediately followed suit, and he also typed a prayer; but at this time, a netizen named lly said: “I hope they all die and that will make me feel happy.”

"K." Wang Yang cursed in a suppressed voice. Seeing that lly was kicked out immediately, he opened another chat room. The people there were discussing how to take revenge. llArab said: "We should Kill all the Taliban, those terrorists in Rabden, and all the Arabs, they are a bunch of garbage, they don't deserve to live in this world." Kman said: "I admit this is very Nazi, but I agree" e said: " You are too extreme, the people of Iran are praying for us at night, just kill the Taliban and terrorists, they must be punished”

At this time, a t-h suddenly jumped out, swiping the screen and saying: "Want to see hot showgirls? Want to have sex with them? Log in to our website now..." Several other chat rooms also Being swiped by this propaganda guy.

This is a small part of the various attitudes of netizens. Some are praying and blessing, some are calling for blood donation and donations, some are condemning terrorists, some are discussing revenge plans with hatred;

"Thank you." Wang Yang took the opened beer from Jessica, took a sip, looked at the words in these chat rooms without blinking, and gradually fell into deep thought. That scumbag policeman, Cole, Briana... damn the terrorists, the innocent victims, and the families of the terrorists and victims... America, the inhumane Taliban, Al Qaeda...

Cole is dead, he doesn't seem to deserve sympathy, his family is in grief; he nearly killed Briana, leaving her parents bereaved; does Cole deserve to die? Those terrorists died, they may have been brainwashed or something, but they are totally unworthy of sympathy; innocent civilians died, and countless happy families were broken. Terrorists trade death for greater death, and cry for greater cry.

The Taliban should be overthrown, and the terrorist organization should be eliminated, but if a war is launched, more people will die because of it, whether in Afghanistan or the United States, more people will cry because of it. Soldiers, civilians, and those damned terrorists, will anyone cry for them? Because of family affection?

"Jessica, help me get my storyboard and pencil, it's on the desk in the study, thank you." Wang Yang turned his head and glanced at Jessica. Knowing that the director's side was coming again, Jessica smiled and said "OK" before getting up and walking.

Wang Yang watched the TV screen silently, capturing the images of the shots that popped up in his mind, and when Jessica came back, he took a pencil and a drawing book and drew these new shot ideas in thick lines.

The bald colonel is doing all kinds of evil in the ninth district, killing aliens at will. He is like the Taliban and those who threaten extreme revenge. He thinks that aliens are scum and should be eliminated. In this action to notify the relocation, he was as bloodthirsty and brutal as ever. After killing an alien...the pencil was drawing quickly on the paper, and a little alien child next to him saw his father being killed. Killing, the child held a tattered doll in his hand, listening to the bald colonel's laughter, the child shed tears.

The bald colonel was eventually torn to pieces by the brutal aliens and turned into a pile of flesh and blood. The pencil continued to draw a pseudo-documentary news scene, and the host said: "In the process of arresting Wiggs, we sacrificed many outstanding soldiers and brought unbearable grief to many families."

"Daddy, I want daddy..." In the news footage, the bald colonel's several-year-old daughter is crying, holding a new doll that is the same as an alien child in her hand, and her immature face is full of tears .

After drawing a few more shots, Wang Yang looked at the sketch on the drawing paper for a long time, who is justice? who is evil After all, it's just hurting each other. He suddenly looked at Jessica who was sitting quietly next to him, and asked, "Jessie, why do you say these bad things happen? You bomb me with planes, I hit you with planes, I kill you, you kill me, Dead, dead...why?"

He frowned tightly and said, "Is this the essence of this world? Is this human nature? Welcome to Earth?"

"Hmm." Jessica was thinking hard, what is the nature of this world? human nature? …Looking into his clear eyes, she shook her head and grinned, "Yang, I don't know. I don't know that, but I know I love you."

Wang Yang smiled immediately, all the depression in his heart disappeared completely, and said with a smile: "Well, you are right about love, this is a good thing, and it can resolve those ugly things. Also, I love you too." He closed the door After reading the picture book, she put her lips close to Yedi and smiled, "Come on, give me a kiss."

"No." Jessica avoided it with a smile, moved her body to the corner of the sofa, wrinkled her nose and said, "I can smell it. Your mouth smells of wine and alcohol, but I'm not old enough to drink." She said She spread her hands and said, "And some people say I can't be a drunkard."

"OK, that guy is right, don't imitate me." Wang Yang smiled and blinked at her, before returning his eyes to the laptop screen. After a few seconds, his cheeks were kissed by two soft lips, and he smiled and turned to kiss her.

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