Chapter 1253 Life is rare to be together, only parting.

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  Set.

  Under the strong scheduling ability of Li Shixin's team, in just two hours, all the group performances for this wedding have been put in place.

  With the influx of more than 200 outstanding special actors from Rongdian, the whole set of the Republic of China has come to life!

The steamer at the   Bunzi shop is hot, and the frame of the rickshaw is rustling, and the young smoker who sells "old swords, fairies, and three forts" has a clear voice like a cuckoo in the new year.

  In this hustle and bustle, a group of people who are incompatible with the environment stopped on the street.

Panting, Wu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked anxiously at Zhao Amei in the wheelchair.

"NS"

  As soon as she spoke, she almost broke her work.

   "Qingru, we are here."

  Forcibly pulled herself back, she leaned down and said softly in Zhao Amei’s ear.

   "Where?"

  Zhao Amei, who had already blurred her consciousness, asked subconsciously.

   "When we arrive on the street in front of Tingqing's house, we can only send our relatives to here. The next way, Ting Qing will pick it up in person. You have to ride a tall horse and carry a big sedan chair to pick it up!"

  Wu Ming endured the bully and tried to make his voice soothing and peaceful.

  Hearing this, Zhao Amei opened her eyes hard.

  A rickshaw galloped past her.

  The driver of the cart wore only a mantle in the early autumn sun. His fat trouser legs were rolled up high, turbulent with those two long legs. The muscles stretched out in the air seemed to be a healthy horse standing and running.

  The steamed buns beside the street are spread out.

A cage of white and tender dumplings exuded steaming white gas. The peddler arched his smiley face and skillfully pulled out a piece of kraft paper, wrapped two of them, and handed them in front of him wearing a flower cheongsam with a headband. Girl with curly hair.

In the teahouse next to   , the storyteller was holding a folding fan and slapped the table to wake up.

   "Wake up the wood, and then take the commentary Shen Wanshan. The document said that Shen Wanshan finally wailed and found an old man who was fishing."

  The sun is just right, reflecting the expectant faces of the spectators very vividly.

  The air is filled with strange and familiar smells.

  Looking at the lively crowds and street scenes, Zhao Amei's eyes were blurred.

  This is Ting Qing's house?

  Yes, he said it.

  Before the Japanese came in, how lively the alley in front of their house was.

   But the Japanese planes have blown them all up, haven’t they?

  A-mei Zhao was puzzled. She opened her eyes wide, and wanted to discern carefully from the blurred vision-to discern whether all this was real or just a dream while she died.

  There was a sound of gongs and drums, which exploded at the end of the alley.

  Sona’s voice was sharp and loud, hurried and festive.

  The sound of horseshoes, sandwiched in it.

  An extraordinarily tall figure, pulling the reins, from far to near.

  When the figure stood up and dismounted and walked closer, Zhao Amei could see clearly.

  He is wearing a red robe and is lined with a black mantle. The hairpin on the top hat with red silk flowers, taking advantage of the two black feathers, looks funny and majestic.

  Waiting for the person to come forward and stand in front of her, Zhao Amei could see clearly.

  The dumb critic with a smile, who else can it be if it's not Ting Qing?

  No, it’s not Ting Qing.

  Tingqing’s left hand has been blown off by the Japanese!

   "Qingru, I am here."

  Amidst the old man’s doubts, "Sun Tingqing" knelt down and grabbed the old man's hands with his hands.

   "Ting Qing. Your hand."

  Feeling that hard left hand, the old man was taken aback.

   "Today, Xiao Dengke, can't be ugly in front of others, and made a fake press. Do you like it?"

   Rubbing that hard left hand, the old man’s muddy tears could no longer be controlled.

   is Ting Qing, really Ting Qing!

  He survived, he survived!

   "Ting Qing. Later, did you get the medicine?"

   Holding the big hands tightly, the old man asked excitedly.

  All of a sudden, Liu Feng's grandson's eyes were red.

"Fool, of course I got it. Not only the medicine, but also the food, a lot of food. All the people in the shelter persisted with the medicine and food, and everyone lived to the end. Otherwise. .Otherwise, how come I come to marry you?"

   Raising his hand hard, the old man rubbed "Ting Qing"'s cheek, showing a relieved smile.

   "It's great. You all survived, it's great."

   Constantly muttering, the old man's body has begun to wilt.

In the teahouse next to the street, Xu Ge and others looked at the dilated pupils of the old man in the monitor, and their eyes were red with tears.

   "God father, it's too late. Grandma, she's leaving!"

  "What should I do if the group performance in the wedding room hasn't changed clothes yet? What should I do, Director Li!"

  Listening to the pity and crying around him, Li Shixin took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie.

  "Don’t talk about this, talk about you, what about the bracelet I gave you"

  On the street.

  Similarly with red eyes, Liu Feng's grandson grasped the old man's hand and held it tighter.

  "Don’t talk about this, talk about you. What about the bracelet I gave you? That’s the wedding gift I gave you. Why didn’t I see you wearing it?"

  Sure enough.

   Mentioned the bracelet, the old man’s dilated pupils were slightly stagnant.

  A trace of pain floated on her face.

   "I'm sorry, Ting Qing. I accidentally broke it."

   Feeling the old man’s apology, the grandson quickly wiped away tears.

   "Fool, just break it. Let's go to the worship hall, and I will give you a new piece tomorrow."

  Speaking, he hugged the old man from the wheelchair.

   "Hold on, let's go now. Go now, go to worship."

  Grandson can't speak wholeheartedly anymore.

  He could feel that the old man's body was already limp, and his thin body was hugged in his arms, as if he was holding a boneless rag doll.

  Her life is passing fast.

   "Ting Qing, sing to me. I met you for the first time, parade. After you send me back. Sing when I go home. I am special to see you off. I like it very much."

  He quickened his pace, and big tears fell on the old man, falling on the dusty street.

"Qingru, you hold on. I have persevered, and everyone in the shelter has persevered. You can't be so weak, okay? The people who survived are all there, they are all. They are all waiting to see us Let’s go to the church! You can’t sing farewell on the day of great joy, how unlucky! Qingru, hold on for a while, okay?"

  The pace is getting faster and faster, and in the end it almost became a gallop, lifting the big sedan chair to the eighth that fell on the ground and opened the red curtain.

   Amidst the ups and downs, an old hand grabbed the knot on his chest with difficulty.

   "Ting Qing. I'm sorry. I didn't take care of that bracelet. I accidentally let it break."

   "I have used it all my life and want to make up for it."

  The hand like a withered vine fell down. The footsteps of Liu Feng's grandson stopped abruptly.

  The whole street fell into deathly silence.

  Looking at the sedan chair that was only one step away, Liu Feng's grandson's face twisted.

   "There is only one step, fool."

  Hugging the thin body tightly in his arms, Liu Feng's grandson slowly knelt on the ground.

   "Can't you wait any longer?"

   Let the tears roll into his nose and mouth, he lifted his knees and used all his strength to stand up again.

  I don’t know when, Li Shixin has already stood by his side.

  Behind Li Shixin are Xu Ge, Zhang Shuo brothers and sisters, and all the people who have been busy for four days and nights for this wedding.

  "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky"

   Hoarse voice, humming from the throat blocked by Liu Feng's grandson.

  "Evening breeze blowing willow flute, the setting sun beyond the mountains"

  Following him, Li Shixin hissed and sang along.

  "The end of the sky, the corner of the earth. The close friends are half scattered"

  Xu Ge, Zhang Shuo, Zhang Ying, one by one on-site staff, slowly followed behind Liu Feng's grandson, and incorporated their own voices in the farewell.

  The peddler selling cigarettes, the storyteller, and the girl buying steamed buns, everyone on the street spontaneously formed a long farewell line.

  "A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, don’t dream of cold tonight"

  "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky."

  "Ask you when you will be here, don't wander when you come"

   street corner.

  Puffing Zhao Jinzhi stood there.

  In her hand, she was holding a thick stack of air tickets, tickets, and ferry tickets, thick messy and yellowed materials, and a portrait of one party.

  The old man in the portrait, Pangmei, with white hair, is really similar to Liu Feng's grandson by four or five points.

  A breeze blew by, and the information in her hand was scattered all over the place.

  It is a piece of information issued by various historical institutions-the time span of the information is more than forty years, and it almost spans the entire period after the cross-strait air service was opened.

  And there is only one direction for all the materials-Nanjing, Zhou Qingru.

   Stroking the portrait marked "Dead on December 13, 2017", Zhao Jinzhi wiped away the tears from the corner of her mouth.

   "Mr. Sun, in the next life, please don't be so late."

  (End of this chapter)