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... ipped of all pretense,
naked and kneeling in the mud,
actually reached out, picked up that luxurious silk jacket, and began wiping the water stains on the ground.
His movements were slow, numb.
Only when that slippery fabric was smeared with mud did Jiang Wen pick up the walkie-talkie,
and softly utter a single word.
"Cut."
There was no applause.
Dozens of crew members, dozens of background actors, stood there in the cold wind,
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