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　　1. Sea surface， exterior scene， daytime。
　　An outdated and shabby Italian passenger ship sailed from Bora to Venice. The sky is gloomy， the air is humid， and the streets and alleys are hidden in the fog. The sea is like a pool of stagnant water， dull and gray. Rain， Zheli。
　　
　　2. Ship deck， exterior scene， daytime。
　　A ball of black smoke rolled down on the deck， which was wet and slippery by the sea. There is a coarse cloth canopy above the deck aisle， and a passenger sits alone in the lounge chair under it. He was wrapped in a coat， raised his collar， a scarf around his neck， and a plaid travel blanket on his knees. He held a book in his hand and looked through it absent-mindedly. He suddenly raised his eyes and stared thoughtfully， and then looked down at the book at a glance。
　　There was no one around， as if the old broken ship was the passenger‘s special ship. His name is Gustavon Aschbach. He is a well-known West German composer and band conductor. He is medium-sized， thin， his sharp jaw， pale face， deep wrinkles and dark circles， all of which outline his premature ageing face。
　　He put the book aside and took off his glasses， as if he were completely lingering in his mind。
　　
　　3. Suburbs of Munich， exterior view， dusk。
　　Near the northern suburb cemetery. After walking， Aschbach walked to the tram station。
　　There was silence around the station， and there was no car on Weng Jielai Street。
　　Everything is stationary. Behind the marble railings， the crosses and stones to be sold seem to have become the second cemetery. Opposite， under the afterglow of the sun， a huge Byzantine building is particularly eye-catching. It was a funeral home with golden Bian Xun engraved above the gate， such as： They entered the gate of heaven， and the eternal light shone on them. Wait a minute。
　　The tram hasn‘t come yet. Ashenbach lingered， aimlessly， and his eyes stopped on the stone tablets， inscriptions and crosses that were about to be permanently placed. Then he looked up at the funeral home on the high steps. Under the arcade， two stone statues marking the end of the world stand on both sides above the high steps. Among them stood on the back of a man dressed strangely. The sudden appearance of this man often surprised Ashenbach， so he looked at it curiously。
　　This man is medium-sized， thin， with no beard， collapsed nose， red hair， milky white skin， and brown freckles on his fetus. At first glance， he is not from the Ranni black area， especially his plant fiber straight hat edge marks that he is a stranger. His back is like an Alpine bag on his back， like a light yellow coat， as if he is wearing a Roden‘s shrinkage thick tweed belt around his waist， a gray rain hat in his left hand， fork around his waist， a wooden cane with an iron head in his right hand， his bones against the handle of the cane， his feet crossed， stretched out his neck， blinked red eyelashes， and looking in the distance. I don‘t know whether it‘s because the sun is dazzling， or because his appearance is twisted and deformed， so that his long and white teeth and teeth are exposed outside。
　　
　　Schenbach found that this stranger was looking at him with provocative eyes. He couldn‘t help taking a breath and trying to avoid the disturbing look， but the more he wanted to avoid it， the more he wanted to look at him again. Finally， if Ashenbach hadn‘t panicked， at least he felt very uncomfortable， so he simply turned around. Body. The excessive silence around him made him feel lonely. Ashenbach helped along the railing again. Due to emotional tension， he didn‘t realize that he had gone far， as if he had escaped on purpose。
　　
　　4. The study of Aschenbach in Munich， interior scene， half light and half dark. The thick mortar curtain covered the window， and only a few beams of light shone into the room. The room was so dark that I could hardly see what was in front of me。
　　A male servant took a travel bag and walked away. Only Azhongbach and another man sitting on the sunken sofa were left in the room. Because the light was too dim， he couldn‘t see who it was。
　　Ashenbach put a record paper， a portrait of a woman and a portrait of a little girl in a music bag， and kept talking about it. It was to explain to himself， not to the other party。
　　Ashenbach： I know what you think， but you‘re wrong. This is not an escape. Besides， travel is good for me. Don‘t you have the same suggestion？ For a long time， you have been advised me to travel， but now， I really want to go， but you feel strange。
　　Without getting any answer， Aschenbach was a little angry and gave other reasons。
　　Ashenbach： I made the decision that night， do you remember？ There are still two weeks after the concert， which can be arranged and then off. I keep repeating this， but every time I find an excuse to stay。
　　The travel bag is ready. He looked at the silent guest with a scrutive look。
　　Ashenbach： Now I have no excuse anymore. Nothing is in my way. I feel that I need this trip。
　　After a pause for a moment， he continued， but his tone eased a little， as if he were a person who decided to repent without reservation。
　　Aschenbach： I should look for it. I want to understand that my heart is asking the whole world， waiting for it to point out where I am buried， where I can spend the last time of my life at the mercy of fate without any external interference。
　　As the camera moved， we saw the guest. He is Alfred， thin and tall， with a pointed nose and bright eyes。
　　Ashenbach： You understand me， right？ Alfred Shanxiao。
　　
　　5. Ship deck， exterior scene， daytime。