After being confused for more than ten years, I took a job. Shoot a hero. Yu Ming, a hero and model throughout the army, was twenty-six years old when he died. Everyone said that he died heroically, died cleanly, and died without any regrets. The organization said that he kept the data of the new fighter plane, and his comrades said that he got on the plane for someone else. What a perfect script. I originally planned to take photos, edit some interviews, and get it done. Until I discovered that every time Yu Ming's "personal life" was mentioned, everyone would be silent. The comrades suddenly lowered their heads and turned their teacups. The leader smiled and said, "Don't take pictures of this." There was something hidden under the smile. Finally, someone couldn't hold it back and said, "Her name is Lin Xi. Yu Ming has been in love with her all her life." All her life. A lifetime of twenty-six years.
No photos, no contact information. There is only one name and the silence that unites everyone. Yu Ming's family cooperated in filming everything, with only one condition - don't look for her.
But this "don't look for it" makes me unable to let go.
Intention: The weight of love and sacrifice is never determined by the person who speaks it, but is weighed by those who stay for a lifetime.