Chapter 613 "Ling", the feature film is over! (Look for a monthly pass!)

  With the end of the fifth act, the netizens in the comment area who were just attracted by the plot and even forgot to send the barrage became active again.

   "Yu Wenshan is afraid that he will run away."

   "No, when Liyuanhang negotiated, he announced that the married class would participate in the performance. Now that the apprentices have been dismissed, he obviously wants to take everything down by himself."

"Well, if this is the end, then I accept it. For a person who is discouraged and whose beliefs have been repeatedly trampled on, the last time he was able to protect the people in the married class. After Lai Xiaoyue, he did it. It’s something that makes me feel at ease. Alas"

"Actually, the separation of the married class is a good thing for Yu Wenshan. The tragedy of this role has inherited Master's last wish and carried the burden of the married class. The identity of the class master has overshadowed Yu Wenshan's self. Old class master His death is a portrayal of the low social status of Peking opera actors in that era. And this humbleness was also pressed on Yu Wenshan's head along with the burden, and everything after that was caused by the name of the master of the married class."

  Amidst the discussion, the 30-minute finale video, the progress bar has passed halfway.

  The plot, it also enters the last part of the whole play;

   Soon after the married class was dismissed, the "art show" organized by Yamamoto began.

The venue of the    performance was set in the Hui Cui Building-the place where Shanben had been here before and was saved by Lai Xiaoyue.

  The Hui Cui Building, which has experienced decades of wind and frost, has been renovated to welcome this performance. The facade of the entire theater building has been repainted, even some of the old pillars have been painted with tung oil, which looks particularly bright.

  Some passers-by shook their heads secretly when they saw the magnificent Huihui Building.

  Something like a dog.

   But these words just flashed in my heart, no way, now there are too many dogs. There are no eggs in the nest. This promised city is now headed by the Japanese. If you want to live, you must first learn how to be a dog.

  The dog mountain and dog sea on the street.

  Countless people, either voluntarily, or forced by the pseudo-government, swarmed the streets with colorful paper flags and Japanese flags. In front of the rifles of the puppet and Japanese soldiers, they were waving and shouting like walking dead.

  Several cars flying the pseudo-government and Japanese plaster flags slowly stopped in front of the building.

  Peiping secret service chief Matsui Takuro, several high-ranking officials of the pseudo-government and surrender gentry, under the leadership of Yamamoto, stood in front of the Huihui Building.

  Beijing’s new hosts took turns giving speeches and shook hands in front of the reporters.

  Along with the "onboard" cry of the Japanese soldiers and the dull response of the "masses", the flashlight of the camera illuminates the facade of the Huihui Building.

   "Chief Changsong, please!"

  As the organizer of this feast, after finishing the political show, Yamamoto led his boss into the Huihui Building.

   "Jun Yamamoto, I remember that you came to Beiping after the establishment of the Jidong Autonomous Government. At that time, you seemed to have been to this theater and listened to the show? And that scene seemed to make you unhappy?"

  Sitting in the box of the theater opposite the theater, looking at the obedient people below, Nagamatsu smiled slightly and cast his gaze to the standing side of Yamamoto.

"Thanks to the attention of Chief Nagasatsu!" Yamamoto smiled after bowing slightly: "Yes, at that time, on this stage, a girl sang a play called "Beat the Drums and Jinshan". That one. The play is about the story of Liang Hongyu, a strange woman from the Song Dynasty in China, who resisted the gold. In the play, I was very embarrassed to use the golden soldier to map my Great Japanese Empire."

   "Oh?" Chang Song raised his eyebrows: "Then Yamamoto-san, revisiting the old place, how are you feeling today?"

   Facing the officer’s question, Yamamoto smiled more kindly, but his narrow eyes narrowed.

"It's not so much a mood, it's a state of mind. Nagasatsu-san, at that time my Great Japanese Empire still needed to hibernate and store power. Faced with a humble actor ridiculing, I could only choose to be forbearing for the sake of the overall situation. Now the imperial army is going to Huanglong With a little effort, he took the five-hundred-year-old capital under his feet. With the bravery of aircraft, artillery, tanks, and imperial soldiers, he took the emperor’s power!"

  Speaking of this, Yamamoto waved his hand, pointed at the gentry officials holding the red flag, and couldn't help straightening his waist again.

   "Going back here again, all you can see are the obedient people who surrendered to our empire. Thinking of all the things in the past, you can only have fun!"

   "The conqueror's fun. I don't know what the drama will be today?"

  On the side, Chang Song's mouth curled up.

   "Come on!"

   "Hayi! Taijun."

  A man stood next to Yamamoto. He was tall, but his waist was bent like a prawn: "What's the order?"

   "What are the shows for today's show?"

"According to what Mr. Yamamoto said before, it is all festive drama! There are Daishengkui's "Drunken Concubine", "Dragon and Phoenix" and "Hua Tian Wrong", oh yes, and Mr. Yu's "Sang Xiang He" are all The celebrities of each family!"

   "Very good." Yamamoto's gaze passed the man and floated to the stage.

In a trance, a heroic and brave girl appeared.

   "Are there any performances in the married class?"

   "Yes, Taijun, and some."

   "What is the first game?"

   "The first game is!"

   "Is it Mr. Lai Xiaoyue?"

   "No, it is Yu Wenshan."

   "Yu Wenshan? Why isn't it Lai Xiaoyue?"

"Taijun does not know that this married class Yu Wenshan can teach the truth about Yupai, but he hasn't been on stage since he became the leader of the class. If you are in the forty-nine cities, please inquire about it, the married class Xiaoyuehong, Lai Xiaoyue, and Yu Chengyun There are many people who have heard the drama of the three famous characters, but boss Yu took the stage to sing, but it was the first time! Boss Yu arranged the first scene specially, you have a blessing, Taijun!"

  Dangdang, choke!

  While speaking, a gong sounded on the stage.

   "Prince, the play is over."

  Taking a deep breath, Yamamoto waved his hand irritably.

   Vaguely, he felt something was wrong.

  Several opening sounds made the theater quieter instantly. Amidst the suppressed coughs and discussions of the followers, a figure swayed out on the stage.

This man wears a short gown, his face is painted with funny white ingots, his eyes are the size of a bean, and he wears a small green leather cap. He carries a lantern in his hand and holds a gong in his hand—it seems the sound of the gong just now , He knocked it out himself.

   "Yo!"

  The harlequin boarded the stage as drunk, and it seemed quite surprised to see the people sitting still under the stage.

   "Why are there so many people?"

  No one answered him.

  In silence, the harlequin put his hands on his ears;

   "What? You ask me why I bring up a lantern during the day?"

   "Hey! This world is too dark, I can see it clearly with a lantern!"

  As the harlequin answered and asked himself, Yamamoto in the second-floor box frowned, "Is this Yu Wenshan?"

  No one answered him. The man who was waiting in front and behind just now didn't know when he was gone.

  The harlequin on the stage had already walked to the center of the stage with a lantern dangling, and after a pair of small bean-like eyes swept over everyone in the stage, he opened his mouth.

  Without Jinghu or Bangu, the harlequin's accent is quite funny.

  "In the day, looking up at this day, the heavenly path is deep and clear.

  Looking at this country, the country’s steps are more difficult and upside down.

  Look at this land of Beijing and Tianjin, it’s no longer a Chinese road,

  Speaking and complaining, crying and wailing.

  Looking at the Nanjing King’s gas sales, see the Northland beacon high.

  After listening to the Phoenix Dragon and Sun, the old world is fragmented and the imperial court is not guaranteed.

  The copper camel cried, the golden crow at sunset had no worms, and who would stay desolate to pay tribute to. "

  锵!

  With a high tone, the harlequin struck the gong in his hand.

  Following the contention that looked like a golden horse and iron horse, all the Chinese in the theater shed white hair on their necks!

  Something will happen, something big will happen!

  The second floor box, frowning and carefully distinguishing the meaning of the grotesque singing, Yamamoto's eyes widened.

  Ignoring the black face of Changsong on the side, he quickly pointed to the guard behind him: "Quick! Get him off for me!"

   Before he gave the order, Yu Wenshan's harlequin on stage let out a long laugh.

   "It's dark, it's too dark. Old and young men, let's be bright today!"

  Huh!

  The lantern in his hand fell on the curtain behind the stage.

  The curtain seemed to be tainted with fire oil, and it started when it saw the fire. After a few breaths, the whole theater was illuminated by the raging fire!

   "Chief Changsong, go! This person is crazy!"

  Huh!

  While speaking, a few flames rose again around the theater compound.

  "Exit, go and grab the exit!"

   Seeing that the fire engulfed the theater building with an unusually swift swiftness, Yamamoto took out the pistol around his waist and directed the guards to attack the theater's gate.

  Crack!

  The bolt of the solid wood door clanged and fell down.

  A man who stood up straight again, blocked the door firmly.

   "Yu Boss, I think about it, this scene can't let you be a ugly one, I have to support you!"

   Amidst screams and panic, the embarrassed Yamamoto was stunned.

  I saw the figure in the flames who had just turned around in front of and behind him as a slave, and then saw the straightness of the figure at this time, and the complacency on his face.

  His face with a smile pattern was distorted.

   "Baga!"

Snapped!

  The southern pistol did not jam this time. A bullet passed through the blazing fire and got into Boss Liu’s stomach.

"That's it?"

   "Grandma!"

   With a roar, Boss Liu hung himself tightly on the door bolt.

   More than a dozen Japanese soldiers armed with rifles rushed forward, the sharp bayonet dyed red.

Until the fire burned through half of the door panel, the beams of the house stained with tung oil fell down and knocked down a pile of flies-like gentry and pseudo-government officials until the blood stained the door threshold and was dried by the hot fire. The hand that was holding the door bolt tightly was released.

  On the fire-lit stage, watching the door crash with a screaming chants outside the door, the harlequin on the stage whose face had been wiped with sweat and tears, smiled in sorrow.

  On the street, I saw that the Connaught University's Huihui Building was immediately engulfed by fire, and the crowd was boiling!

   No matter how the Japanese and puppet soldiers shouted, everyone could no longer restrain the blood that ignited with the fire.

   is at this time.

  In the flames, there was a burst of babble singing.

  "Sigh that the temple is still Yan Chuweitang and still laugh, I will pour my blood with cold blood.

  Sorrow can't disappear, soul can't disappear, qi can't disappear.

  Drunk and half awake, knock the iron plate.

  Sing a new song, you know

  No~ Too, flat, tune, wow! "

  Amidst the crackling fire, Yamamoto turned his head back abruptly when he heard the infinite sad drama.

At this time, Yamamoto has lost the gentleman's demeanor of the past, and his hat has fallen somewhere. The smooth and proper oil head has been removed by the fire. The straight military uniform is full of potholes and his face It was full of smoke and sweat.

   "Baga, Keke Baga, Bagaya Tower!"

  Following a roar with fear, Yamamoto staggered to the door where the fire cigarette came out, and he snatched the rifle of the soldier beside him.

Snapped!

  It's stuck.

Snapped!

  Yamamoto, who was completely dominated by anger and fear, did not even care that he missed the target. One by one, he poured out all the 38 large lid bullets that were still stained with blood on the bayonet.

  A gunshot sounded, quieting the cheering crowd on the street.

  "Knives, guns, swords and halberds lined up"

  In this silence, a long and tactful singing sounded like a ghost.

   "Baga, who is it? Who is singing?!"

  At the entrance of the theater building that was about to collapse, Yamamoto pointed the empty rifle at the crowd.

  "Five-color flags stand in the air!"

  Among the crowd, a tearful girl stared at the blood-red bayonet and emphasized it roundly.

   "That girl, catch her for me!"

  Following Yamamoto’s command, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the crowd.

  "People and horses are walking around the mountains one after another!"

   But immediately, a group of passers-by with bright eyes clenching their teeth, shouted and chanted, and stood in front of the Japanese soldiers.

  One person after another threw away the colorful flags in their hands and gathered.

  "See a few holding a double-ringed halberd, and a few holding a general hammer."

   "It's not surprising to see a few weapons with Xuanhua axe in hand."

  More and more people, with a pentatonic accent, joined this swan song.

   "Could it be that which country was in turmoil? Could it be that Chong Er raised the soldiers?

  Are you going to wash Mianshan? Could it be a visit to me Jiezi tweet? "

  The waves of noise made the hundreds of Japanese people present, including Nagamatsu and Yamamoto, terrified.

   "Jie Zi tweet! I have never earned the **** for famous pictures, and I have never been jealous of Yin Xian.

  I have never been in a chaotic society, and I have never been behind the master to collude with the enemy!

  I have also made an oath to heaven, never to hang purple clothes.

  After watching a heartbeat, a vicious anger is lifted up.

  Let you search, let you wash, sit still in Mianshan, I will never move! "

  In the sound of thousands of people, the panic of the Japanese and the panic of the pseudo-government officials, the Huihui Building, which has been swallowed up by the fire, collapsed.

  Following the steaming plaque of the Huihui Building, it fell to the ground, and there was a burst of fire.

  The "Ling", which has been serialized for a whole month, is officially over!

   Fighting hands, beeping, tea beans.

  Amidst the three tactical platforms, there is silence.

  No one thought that at the end of Yu Wenshan and Chengjiaban, it turned out to be so tragic and magnificent!

PS: Yesterday, I wrote more than two thousand words, but I thought that I would be scolded and out of chapter when I sent it out, so I collected a big one and sent out the feature film of "Ling" together after the end of the plot. A big chapter of more than four thousand words, please Monthly tickets are not too much!

  　　

  　

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