New Year’s Eve | Drama Short Film | Beijing

When you think of China, what’s your first impression? The number one population on this planet , or the fast changing economy? If someone asks you the population of Beijing, the capital of China, what will you answer ? You’ll probably end up google it.

With the insane development of China’s economy, as the leading city Beijing, more foreigners are moving to Beijing, studying, and working as expats. There’re about 26 million Chinese living here and 80% are from other cities, for a better life, they stay here keep fighting , and we call them ” Floating Chinese “, so do the big group of expats, and they’ve got a nickname, “Floating Expats”.

For every foreigner, this land is totally different, language, food, population, air, water, lifestyle in general. When everyone first arrives here, and got lost, it takes time for adapting new environment, even a very long period.

Living with 26 M Chinese without speaking Chinese language? How a expat survives here, making friends, finding love, seeking for a life goal?

The movie director Bruce Tao tells a story of a foreigner never been to Beijing before, and when he arrives, he gets obsessed with the modern big city lifestyle and totally gets wasted, parties, girls, fake friends, etc. Trying to find someone real for spending New Year’ s Eve, but, is it still happening ?

Beijing is such a international city, Bruce gets the chance to talk with people from different background, color, and country. Almost everyone keeps saying life in Beijing is amazing but sad, you meet new people all the time, but as long as your life is stabilized, your friends just leave, your circle never being stable, it always changing. It is scary.

Based on a true story, Bruce hopes the young audience could rethinking what they are doing now for life: Why we are working in a new country ? What should we do for life ?

The director also hopes after the film, the audience should read this poem:

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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