Chapter 615 can't help but feel enthusiastic! (Look for a monthly pass!)

  Chapter six and ten

   "Wake up and see what I found!"

   "Fuck, I didn't expect there will be an OST after the feature film is over! What rhythm is this? It's like going to a bath center and ordering a technician to rub some salt, and the manager suddenly came over and told me that foot pressing is free today!"

  "Brothers in front, our Cadillac car club needs your kind of talent!"

   "A real man, he has always moved forward with a negative swelling! The work of Lord Xin is done!"

   "Puff! I just cried after watching the feature film. Are there any brothers from the Young Pioneers who play first? After all, I cried and swollen just now. I'm afraid of inflammation."

   "No way? No way? No one really watched Xinye's video without bringing their own tissue eye drops and Fu Yanjie, right?"

   "Fu Yanjie has entered your sister in disorder!"

  "A group of sand sculptures, the first OST is Xiaoyuehong, and the second OST is Lai Xiaoyue. Now this blind guess is Yu Wenshan."

  B station.

  As the OST of "Chi Ling" has just appeared on the homepage, a sea of ​​barrage floats in the five-minute video!

  Amidst a barrage of human confusion, the last part of the actor begins;

  As some sand sculpture netizens have guessed, the last OST is indeed the part of Yu Wenshan.

  As an old silver coin in the entertainment circle, and the ability to be a master of the magic circle, like this most popular part of the work, the letter must be all!

  Along with the red flame at the beginning of the video, a face of ingots that had been beaten by sweat was reflected, and the barrage was boiling!

  In the video screen.

  In the gathering building where the fire dances wildly, the transpiring fire light and heat waves make everything seem illusory.

  In the red distorted by the heat wave, a figure was lying there on the stage.

  He breathed quickly, and his blouse danced slightly with the steaming heat. The sweat flowing out of his face has already mixed the appearance of that "ingot ugly".

  The fire has spread to the stage.

  The large pool of blood and fire that slowly flowed out of him converged together, making a chirping sound.

  In the symphony of blood and fire, a tactful Jinghu rang like a cicada on a moonlit night

  Looking at Yu Wenshan who was dying on the stage, the barrage was boiling!

  "Damn, Yamamoto's bullet still hit! Yu Wenshan, Yu Wenshan, your luck is still so bad."

  "Perhaps this is a happy way for Wenshan."

  "For good or bad, you have walked your way in this life. Boss Yu treasures it and walks well!"

   "Yu Boss, go well!"

   Just as the barrage was surging, Yu Wenshan on the stage moved his finger.

  The camera cuts to Yu Wenshan’s perspective as the fire evaporates.

   The slightly shaking camera drifted towards the curtain that had been engulfed by the fire. As the flame spread, everything became illusory.

  In the flames, a girl running towards the end of the street was held by a big hand.

   "Mother! Mother, don't you want me?"

   "Don't chase."

   "Why, why?"

   "If you don't chase, there is still a thought. After chasing, even the thoughts are gone."

   "How do you know?"

   "Because I chased it."

  The pear girl in the firelight with rain is called Yuehong.

  While looking at the memories from Yu Wenshan's perspective, the tactful prelude in the background music ended. The first lyrics of the OST episode, like a mumbling in the dark, got into the ears of all the audience!

  One discount for the show, the sleeves rise and fall

  But the audience who was immersed in the story did not care.

  Because of the yellow-haired girl in the fire, she has grown into it.

  "The little nun was twenty-eight years old, and Zheng Qingchun had her hair cut off by her master. Every day, she burned incense and changed water at the Buddhist temple, and saw several children playing games under the gate of the mountain.

  He looked at us with his eyes, let's look at him. "

  In the courtyard of the opera garden, a beautiful girl was pinching a frame, carrying the opera words of "Si Fan" on her back.

   "Boy, have your eyes stuck to the paste?"

   Just when the sight of the girl who was staring at the girl could not move away, a bamboo board patted over.

   "Oh! Master, don't fight, I'm driving here! I'm not distracted, I'm not distracted!"

   "I'm not distracted! How can there be any **** when your soul is flying? I let you see, I let you see!"

  The crackling board fell down, and the mouse ran with his head in his arms. The figure that had just been glancing at was already blushing;

  "He and we, we share him, we have a lot of concern for two times. How can we achieve a marriage relationship with the enemy, and die in front of the palace of the king.

  Crush that, saw to solve, and grind. Put it in a frying pan to fry, ah, let him!

   Seeing that the living suffers, how can you ever see a dead ghost carrying a flail?

  Oh, let him.

  Burn your eyebrows, and take care of your eyes~"

   "Dead girl, you will be caught up in the drama when you recite the drama. What are your eyes floating around?! His grandma, tomorrow Kun class will go to the east courtyard to practice, and the subject class will be in the west courtyard!"

  In the curse of Master, those figures in memory disappeared into the flames.

  This clip did not appear in the feature film. But what they are talking about is between Yu Wenshan and Xiaoyuehong in their youth.

  Seeing the former Yu Wenshan and Xiaoyuehong feeling affectionate to each other, the netizens who have just been abused by the feature film once again burst into tears;

   "I know that Yu Wenshan also likes Xiaoyuehong."

"This storytelling and special performance, I **** kneel! The fire in the theater stopped Yu Wenshan's memories of Xiaoyuehong. It was a hint that the Yihequan fire 20 years ago ruined this The excitement a couple should have!"

"I'm crying to death, this is a foul memory of murder! Yu Wenshan's fault was that he took the order of his teacher and took up the family class. If there is no such thing, please make more of the right couple. what!"

  In the rolling barrage, the plot continues and the background music continues.

   Singing sorrows and joys and separations, nothing to do with me

  The fan opened and closed, and the gongs and drums sounded silently. Love in the play, outsider, who can say.

  In the flames, the moonlight gathered.

  That is the courtyard with the word "Shou". In the courtyard, several rifles are pointed at the camera. In the wing room just a few feet away, the girl's cries were heartbreaking.

   "Brother!"

  The picture went dark, and the owner of the angle of view closed his eyes deeply. In the increasingly agitated background music, there were suppressed roars and crying.

  When the screen lights up again, Xiaoyue Hongmu, who has put on makeup, walks over.

  When passing by, a few large oceans fell on the ground.

  "The reward from the master's house, brother, please keep it."

  The trembling angle of view lowered his head, and those in the silvery ocean under the moonlight were mixed with a red cloth bag.

  With a violent cough, the memories in the firelight came to an abrupt end again.

  I am used to mixing joy, anger, sorrow, and joy into the powder, how about chanting through the old words?

  I am all the bones and ashes.

  As he became more agitated, as if the singing of the stormy sea was brewing, Yu Wenshan, who had been engulfed by fire on the stage, slowly raised his arm.

  The blood-stained arm groped for it and inserted it into his chest.

   trembling, took out something.

  It is a cloth bag, as if it has been rubbed in the dead of countless nights, the surface of the cloth bag has been shiny. In the flames glowing orange-red light.

  The cloth bag was opened, and after exhausting the last bit of strength, Yu Wenshan lifted the contents inside.

   See the placket that has faded.

  The ugly ingot melted away showed a smile.

  Duckweed in troubled times bears watching the flames of the mountains and rivers, and dare not forget the worry about the country.

  Even if no one knows me!

  People walking past the stage, but the old colors are no longer visible.

  The people on stage sang, heartbroken parting song.

  Love characters are hard to sing, and he must sing with blood.

  The background music is here, as if pressing the pause button, it stopped abruptly.

  The raging fire finally engulfed the stage where the blood had been roasted. An old placket, burning, floated to the sky with the steaming heat wave.

  In the raging fire, there was a burst of broken sound, like a drama sung from a broken bellows.

   "Buddha's headlights, you can't make bridal candles and candles."

  "Xiangji Kitchen can't be a banquet east pavilion."

   "The Bell and Drum Tower, it's hard to expect a husband's desk."

  "Grass futon, can't make hibiscus mattress."

   "The slave is originally a girl Jiao'e, but not a man."

   "Why is the waist plate yellow, wearing straight, straight embellished"

   "Meeting other couples, facing Jin Chuanluo one by one."

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

  "It can't be helped by people's hearts as hot as fire, but by others' hearts are as hot as fire!"

  With a high-profile sound that seemed to have exhausted all his life's strength, the fire light swallowed everything that seemed to be square in the theater building.

  As the fire ball bursts through the sky, the stalwart theater is full of all memories, all grievances, all unfinished ambitions and all irreversible regrets, rushing to the sky!

  The curtain rises and the curtain falls

  Who is the guest?

  Boom.

  Following the last episode, the married class and Huihui Building that have gone through a hundred years disappeared in Sijiucheng. Also disappeared in the long river of history!

  When the fire fades and the sky changes from orange and red to blue again.

  The screen has changed.

  Amidst the tide of people flooding the streets, a man and a woman with a child about ten years old stood in the middle of the street.

   Opposite this family of three is Yamamoto, who has become the head of the North China spy agency.

   Yamamoto is still the same Yamamoto.

   is just the guard next to him, who has been replaced from a Japanese soldier to a Chinese soldier. The muzzle that was originally pointed at the Chinese is now on Yamamoto's back.

  Looking at Yamamoto in front of him, the woman in the family of three smiled and shed tears.

   "Mr. Yamamoto, let's meet again."

"you are?"

   "Family class, Lai Xiaoyue. Mr. Yamamoto, after nearly ten years of absence, do you still remember me?"

  ", Sodexin. Mr. Lai Xiaoyue, don’t come here unscathed? Are you still singing?"

   Yamamoto is no longer Yamamoto, and there is no such thing as a kind smile on his face. Between the eyebrows, there is only fear and anxiety.

  Looking at the old man, he was shocked for a long time. He was beaten several times by rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs before asking the woman with a wry smile.

  "It’s been seven or eight years, Mr. Yamamoto, I’ll sing it for you today."

  On the crowded street, a female murderer appeared, echoing in the sky of Victory Day.

  "The young man deserves to be behind the door and kills the Kou camp to collect the soldiers. In front of Long live, take this play, kill four in a row, stay wise!"

   "Daughter-in-law has a good job!" "Sing well!"

Amidst the shouts from the street, the woman wiped away her tears, looked at the prisoner in front of her, and smiled: "Mr. Yamamoto, didn't you want to hear me sing for you? This one can still be heard? Today this one Are you satisfied with the occasion?"

  Looking at the woman who is no longer young in front of him, and has been tempered by the years, Yamamoto closed his eyes slightly.

  "Mr. Lai’s style remains the same back then, but I have indeed heard more exciting ones when you were away."

   Bowed deeply to Lai Xiaoyue, and Yamamoto walked towards his end under the **** of the guards.

   Yamamoto’s back figure gradually faded away, Lai Xiaoyue’s family of three, and the crowd cheering in the street slowly freeze, and the 49 cities without the Huihui Building and Chengjia Class slowly freeze.

  The last part of "Ling" also came to the last second of the video.

  Along with the "replay" circle, it is displayed on the screen.

  Beep station, Doushou, and Chadou platforms are completely exploded!

  　PS: Yesterday something happened at home and I was exhausted physically and mentally. I've been off for a day, I'm extremely sorry.

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)