After Becoming a Little Sister

If I have to say it, I can barely remember that there seems to be a Steinsky, whose book is called "Actor's Self-cultivation".

This is what I remembered when I watched Master Xing’s movies—after all, she is an experiential performance artist, and it’s normal not to understand these academic theories.

When other people acted to kill the whole family, they were trying to figure out how to be a bad guy, after all, they had no such experience.

Alia's performance of killing the whole family must be kept in check-she has a lot of experience in this area, and normal villains are not as bad as her...

"Stanislavsky, Brecht, and Mei Lanfang are all acquainted with each other, and they have visited and discussed with each other. As for this photo, I remember it as if I was looking at it."

Aliya looked at the three people in the photo, and she could tell that it was a snapshot of life rather than a group photo with a pose.

Mei Lanfang was even wearing a Peking Opera costume with makeup on his face, while the other two didn't look at the camera either.

Alia just felt that this old photo was a bit of a check-in in the art circle, but she didn't want the live broadcast room to crack down on counterfeiting frantically.

"Although the anchor blowing water is exaggerated, but because it is too exaggerated, I believe it!"

"The anchor is good at learning history. She doesn't think about how many years ago these people were. If she didn't learn well, I checked and found that these three really know each other!"

"I just found out that Chaplin was also in the same era as these people. I thought Chaplin was earlier."

"Don't tell me, I looked through the photos of the Peace Hotel I took before, and I actually found the anchor's photo. I used to think it was a courtesan of the last century, and I thought it was so beautiful at the time."

"Small ten rockets first, and the anchor says something, leave a contact information."

Everyone is laughing and laughing, Aliya and Sister Shenxian are also looking for it, and finally on the whole wall of old photos, Sister Shenxian found a photo of her master, and that photo is probably the oldest batch. The edges are whitish, and the whole is covered with smudged yellow spots.

Aliya looked over, pursed her lips and said nothing - Lu Yueshuang's face was covered by yellow spots, which was another way of being faceless.

Sister Shenxian's eyes flickered for a moment, as if she had calmly accepted the reality, she just turned her gaze to the person next to her master.

"Bismarck..."

"Who?"

"Bismarck—this photo was taken when my master was walking with Bismarck, and Li Hongzhang was walking behind."

Sister Shenxian snorted, as if she was quite displeased with the historical background at that time: "Master, she almost did it back then, if it wasn't for... Li Hongzhang, she was born in the wrong era, Yu Zhong."

Aliya looked at the bearded soldier in black—maybe a black military uniform and a wide-brimmed hat. She really didn't expect that it was Bismarck.

"Has Bismarck been to the Republic?"

"No, this was taken in Germany. Some of the accompanying people should have worked in the Peace Hotel later, so I took the photo back."

Alia remembered the joke that Li Hongzhang drank his handwashing water when he went abroad for a visit, and Bismarck, who was highly emotional, also drank it in order not to embarrass him.

But in fact, there are too many versions of this joke. At the beginning, it was said that it happened when the Duke of Windsor in Britain invited the third brother to be an official, which has long been untestable.

Just like the summer camp jokes back then, people at the time believed it was true, and felt that our children were too squeamish in comparison.

As a result, for more than ten years in a row, I really gritted my teeth and took the students to walk more than a hundred miles to visit the graves of the martyrs. Only later did I find out that the jokes about the summer camp were made up...

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Later, these "others bragged about the Republic and believed it was true, so they worked hard to catch up" were sorted out and found to cover all walks of life.

The Republic can only look at a bunch of Zentraedi gadgets that I made by tightening my own belt, with an old man's subway phone on his face.

In the restaurant not far away, the little rookie tilted his head, chewing the red bean-flavored imitation mutton minced yokan tastelessly, his brows furrowed tightly.

Compared with netizens watching it happily, the little rookie is keenly aware of the doubts - if the other party is a sensational joker, there is no reason why the Peace Hotel values ​​the other party so much, and every mouthful is a big man's ancestor.

But if the other party is really as she brags, the master can stand side by side with Bismarck Li Hongzhang, and she herself has lived from World War II to the present, then there is no reason to look so young, it is like years are lost on the other party effect.

It's so weird—the surname is Lu, is there such a big boss in the Republic?

And at this moment, the rookie's mailbox suddenly sounded an alert, and someone sent her a document, which was a colleague in the group.

[I just happened to be sorting out historical materials recently. I found this photo at the Yalta Conference at the end of World War II in the last century. You can see if it is this person. 】

The little rookie opened the scanned old photo suspiciously, only to see the Big Three sitting in front of the camera in a blink of an eye—isn’t this the famous group photo of the Big Three?

Stalin, Roosevelt, Churchill, and behind them are senior generals of the Allied forces... Wait!

The little rookie squinted, swiped the screen to zoom in and zoom in, and looked at the side face at the very edge, which was a person who was about to go out of the photo range.

And that side face was almost exactly the same as the side face in the photos she sent out before - as if time was frozen!

"hiss--"

The little rookie gasped, thinking that something was wrong, very wrong.

At the same time, a few obsessive-compulsive fans in her group who like to get to the bottom of it seem to have found something, and three photos were posted one after another.

One is a notebook from the 60s. Among the ruins, a woman with a long sword is looking at a moat, not knowing what she is looking at.

"During MacArthur's dominance, knives were completely banned in the book. This river was the moat opposite the Life Museum where he was at that time, and the Imperial Palace was next to it."

"Are you from P? The backgrounds are all bad, urban legends?"

"Really, this is what I received at the second-hand shop over there before. The photo is taken by the elder owner of the second-hand shop. Do you know what is written on the back of the photo?"

"...Haiku? Senryu?"

"Peerless Great Swordsman of the Gun Era"

"You blow it so outrageously that I can't believe it...my one is closer. It's from the 80s. I found it at Maozi."

The little rookie looked at the photo of Maozi and immediately recognized that it was during the Chernobyl incident. There were engineers and soldiers wearing simple protective clothing everywhere in the background.

Only that woman, wearing a tattered robe and holding a strip that looked like a long sword, just stood on the top of the ruins and looked down.

It's a pity that because of the angle and image quality, this person can only be said to be similar, not sure if it is the silver-haired woman.

"This photo of mine is from the millennium, and I'm sure that at least the millennium, this woman was already this old."

The tone of the group of friends is very firm, because this photo is very clear, and it even bears the annotation of the evidence photo.

"I got this from Britain. In the millennium, a group of compatriots who went abroad to work were coaxed and instigated by smugglers to go to Western Europe by smuggling. In the end, an accident happened during the journey, and more than 50 people died. Killed—does it sound a lot like the smuggling incident in Southeast Asia not long ago?"

"Speaking so much, your photo doesn't match what you said!"

"This is the suspect officially confirmed by the British government. She wiped out several gangsters including the smuggling gang at that time. The files have not been declassified so far. What I know is that the number of people who were cleaned up is no less than three digits. This photo It is the official British photo of her, the clearest frontal photo, which happened to be taken by a passing photographer."

In that photo, the silver-haired, black-eyed woman looked back, her brows were a little red like fire, and her phoenix eyes were as sharp as knives.

And behind her, there are explosions covering the entire background, and even a broken car flying into the air can be seen.

"..."

The little rookie looked at the information in his hand, from World War II to the present, spanning various historical events, and maybe even earlier...

Looking through the old information in her database, she always felt that she had indeed seen her somewhere.

In—wait a minute!

The little rookie raised his eyebrows, swiped his finger to open a lengthy directory, thought for a while, and then typed in search keywords.

【General Honor Award——】

However, before the last character was entered, the entire phone was blacked out with a "swipe" sound, and there was no response to pressing the power button.

The little rookie fiddled with the phone in astonishment, only thinking that he was unlucky, so he took out his tablet to continue checking.

As a result, the live broadcast room that was supposed to be on the tablet now shows that it has been banned, and even her account is unable to log in.

The little rookie blinked, and couldn't figure out what happened for a moment—until the screen of her mobile phone turned on again, and a spinning thing like a whirlwind screensaver appeared, spinning slowly, looking like a voice assistant.

"Sorry for bothering you, please stay where you are."

The little rookie subconsciously stood up and was taken aback. The sound of standing up suddenly and pulling the table and chairs attracted the attention of everyone around.

With one hand on her shoulder, the tone was gentle: "My guest, are you okay?"

The little rookie sat down again in a daze, took a deep breath and rubbed his face, and then forced a stiff smile at the waitress.

"I'm fine...Is there any water? I'd like a warm glass, thank you..."

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you, but before that, please read this non-disclosure agreement and sign it here."

The waitress opened the tray, revealing a two-finger-thick confidentiality agreement with the warm texture of a printer.

And a piece of her personal information next to it-even her personal information is not as thick as the non-disclosure agreement itself!

"???"

PS: touched, rua

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1198 1141.4 - Humble

"I still said who it was, it was you..."

When the rookie was shocked, there was another fairy Benxian who was like a little fairy beside her.

Aliya put her hands on her hips, looked at this old acquaintance, then looked down at the comments on the phone, and read in a very readable tone: "Why did this guy appear again, is she really from the Republic? So She likes to die, why not let her die once, once she dies she will know the value of life—no more.”

"...No more? No, what is this? Who said it?" The little rookie blinked with a dazed expression.

"I'm talking about the end of that sentence. There is no word '了'." Aliya picked up her phone: "The internal forum comments of the Ninth Bureau, you don't want to take revenge on others, are you still a habitual offender?"

Why, the Ninth Bureau here is also familiar with this big brat?

Sister Shenxian walked up behind Aliya, glanced over, and looked down at the rookie: "What's wrong with her?"

"Well—how should I put it, a reporter became interested in you, triggered the keyword of the query, and was finally sent in by Nuwa. By the way, she also made a live broadcast before that exhibition hall."

"..."

Sister Shenxian looked at the little rookie calmly, her eyes were calm, but the little rookie shivered.

To put it bluntly, she even wanted to go to the bathroom a little bit.

Although urging people to pee or something because of excessive tension sounds a little too pitiful...

"Reporter." After watching for a few seconds, the immortal class then looked away: "Your mother is a profession, what do you think?"

"Competent journalists make their own news, incompetent good reporters investigate the truth of the incident, and incompetent mediocre reporters copy other people's manuscripts. Her kind—to be honest, she is also in the Republic. If it was in the United States, she would have I was killed by SKS eight times in a row."

Those capitalists don't care whether you are an investigative reporter or not. They are so ruthless that even FBI agents dare to kill them.