Everyone is fascinated by his tea

Today is Zhou Chao's last scene, and Grandpa Zhou and Zhou Min are also here.

At the Chamber of Commerce a few years ago, Director Xu had the honor to meet this young talent who galloped through the mall and became a legend.

Director Xu subconsciously recognized Zhou Min, and was about to step forward, but saw Zhou Min waving his hand in this direction, "Don't be alarmed, just come and see the children at home."

Children at home?

Zhou Min... Zhou Chao?

Zhou Chao is actually the child of the Zhou family!

If the Zhou family hadn't visited the class today, who would have known this?

No wonder Mr. Gu took special care of him, Xu Chen thought, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. He still remembered that at that time, he almost wiped out this week's illness.

The atmosphere of the set is very strong.

It's not because of the reluctance to part, but because of the heaviness of the scene itself.

Before filming this scene, Zhou Chao locked himself in the lounge for an entire hour until Wen Dong knocked on the door.

"'Endless Road', one shot at a time, action!"

The Sixteen Divisions of the Southwest took advantage of the military reports that Song Qingzhi sent back again and again, and defeated 32 cities on the border of Dayue in a row.

Now, the troops have arrived in Shengjing.

Now that the military affairs are tight, Chu chatted early in the morning and went to the barracks.

Song Qingzhi lay on the bed with a bloodless face, watching the last pear tree outside the window gradually wither, shed a tear unconsciously.

What is lightly clenched on the fingertips is a letter from today's Sixteen Clans.

"I hope my brother is safe. Tomorrow's Mianshui battle will take the head of Chu Liaoxiang. It will be a battle of shame among the sixteen clans.In addition, Ah Zhi contributed a lot to the successful attack on Beijing this time.Thinking about Azhi's return to the Sixteen Clans in the future, his reputation must be valued by his relatives.Don't worry, Ah Zhi, the day of returning home is just around the corner.Brother Qingzhu, don't read. '

Take the head of the Chu chat project...

Song Qingzhi thought, no matter what, Chu Chat would not be allowed to go to the battlefield tomorrow.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly there was chaos outside, "Attack the city! The sixteen clans attacked the city! Nanhuai Pass can no longer be defended!"

Suddenly vomiting a mouthful of blood, Song Qingzhi rolled out of the bed, covered in dust, gritted his bloody teeth and howled, "...brother lied to me!"

Regardless of the obstruction and abuse of the servant girls, Song Qingzhi took a horse from the stable and went to Nanhuaiguan alone.

Wait for me!

Brother Chu, wait for me!

The battle drums on the battlefield are beating together, and the wind is surging, with the southern Xinjiang song rustling through the wind in your ears, and the poisonous snake controlled by the music at your feet.

The horse was frightened and refused to take another step forward, so Song Qingzhi abandoned the horse, took the bamboo flute, and climbed to the highest point of the battlefield.

Chu chatted in silver armor, which stood out especially among the soldiers, with a heroic posture and swift steps.

One husband is in charge, and ten thousand people are not open!

But he still couldn't stop the redness of the corner of his clothes.

"Chuchao!" Song Qingzhi yelled with all his might, he felt his chest vibrate, "Sleep together, die together, you said that!"

When the words fell, the bamboo flute fell to the lips, and the bamboo sound rang softly, which was contrary to the bamboo sound in another place. Naturally, the snake on the ground was uncontrollable, and then, there was a greater change.

The venomous snakes on the entire battlefield were unprecedentedly restless. Song Qingzhi felt that he was being suppressed, and the corners of his lips overflowed with scarlet. far out of reach.

"Song Qingzhi, you are a traitor!"

"traitor!"

"traitor!"

Countless 'traitors' rang in my ears.

The pain of internal organs being torn apart hit, and the bamboo flute in his hand shattered in response to the momentum. Song Qingzhi stared at the silver on the battlefield, and went crazy for the first time. He pointed at this group of people and yelled.

"What about the traitor!"

"What else do you want!"

"It was you who abandoned me, and it is you who call me a traitor now!"

The young man almost went crazy, "I just want to chat with Chu, what did I do wrong!"

As if the figure had a premonition, the moment he looked back, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and a bright red feather arrow pierced through his chest.

"Chu chat!"

Song Qingzhi stayed where he was, and there seemed to be thousands of images flying past in his mind. The heroic young general he saw in the court for the first time, only later did he know that he was the uncrowned king of Dayue ah.

At that time, he was thinking, why would there be a person so similar to his elder brother?

Will he one day, like his elder brother, abandon him?

But he didn't.

After going to court, Song Qingzhi must always be the first to see him, so that he can feel at ease.

For the monthly salary, he must buy something that Song Qingzhi likes, so that he can feel at ease.

Later, Song Qingzhi's health was not good, even with Chu Liao, a few strands of white hair appeared on his forehead, but he was only eighteen!

Never dared to sleep deeply at night, wrapped in a cup of tea and half a stick of incense, and always wanted to check Song Qingzhi's breath, although it was faint, as long as it was there, it would be good.

Chu chat never gave up on him.

Her hair was disheveled, and the cloak on her body was lost somewhere, and her chest was like a flower, and it was bright red.Song Qingzhi took one step at a time until he finally ran as hard as he could.

Holding the man tightly in his arms, Song Qingzhi looked at him helplessly, "Brother Chu, don't sleep, look at me!"

"I sang for you, the one you taught me," Song Qingzhi couldn't stop crying, "I haven't seen you for a long time... Seeing the frost and snow pass away, the old elegance is drunk..."

"Ah Zhi, go back, go home." Chu chatted up and looked at the flag sail raised high, on which the 'Sixteen Clans' was particularly obvious.

Chu chatted with a dying smile in his arms, "I, I have been waiting for you to lay a gu on me, but in the end, you, you are not willing..."

"Azhi, I'm good, I'm so happy."

"In the past... Fengya drunk, drunk beauty," Song Qingzhi engraved his words in his heart.

The moment the breath of the person in his arms stopped abruptly, Song Qingzhi's eyes suddenly became confused, and he became quiet, humming a soft tune, "Brother Chu, this time, let me coax you to sleep."

The entire battlefield was suddenly quiet, and everyone was watching the life and death of these two teenagers.

Song Qingzhi got up, carrying Chu Chat covered in blood and cold on his back, his consciousness was no longer clear.

"Let's go to Xihuang Mountain, okay?" Song Qingzhi tilted Chuchao's body, and sighed with a smile, "Brother Chu, you are really heavy!"

No one knew whether Song Qingzhi was really crazy or not.

Later, the snow fell on Xihuang Mountain, and I heard that the scenery is very beautiful.

In the prosperous Taiping year, some people visited Xihuang Mountain.At the highest point, I saw a simple tomb, with blood on the wooden stele, and it said, "Life sleeps together, death shares the same coffin".

Beside the wooden monument, there was a boy in green clothes who was already frozen stiff, with snow on his brows and a smile on his mouth, still undeniably handsome.

Suddenly, he thought of a line of poetry, "If he was drenched in snow together in the morning, he would be white in this life."

He sighed lightly.

Out of goodwill, the two of them ended up lying in the same coffin.

"Card!"

Xu Chen silently wiped away his tears, and said in a low voice, "It's a good journey."

Turning around, she wiped her tears again with the corner of her clothes.

Everyone fell silent in unison, lowered their heads with red eyes, as if mourning silently, sending the two teenagers off for the last time.

Song Qingzhi sat on the coffin, dazed for a while, from the silence at the beginning, a little sobbing, to crying loudly later, he was like a boat that couldn't find the direction of the wind, and couldn't find a place to vent his emotions.

I can only cry to vent my dissatisfaction.

His voice became hoarse from crying, and the people around him didn't dare to go up, and Mr. Zhou was anxious but didn't dare to go up.

"I'll do it." Gu Yan's appearance seemed to give these people a shot in the arm.

Grandpa Zhou nodded silently, "Don't scold him, our family just loves to cry."

Gu Yan nodded, how could he be willing?

The whole crew knew that Zhou Chao was the most obedient, especially Gu Yan, and there were only two of them left on the huge hill.

Gu Yan helped him out of the coffin, the child was too tired from crying, his eyes were swollen, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Seeing Gu Yan, before he opened his mouth, Zhou Chao wanted to cry again, holding Gu Yan in his arms, calling Gu Yan's name in a low voice, "Gu... Gu Yan."

This sound made Gu Yan's heart melt.

"Okay, okay," Gu Yan said in a gentle voice, following his back, slowly telling him, "Qiqi, this is their choice, no matter what, the result is the best for them. "

Zhou Chao didn't understand, Dou Da's eyeballs fell again, and he persistently refuted him, "No! They can be together!"

"That's right." Gu Yan nodded, as if coaxing the child, "But Chiu Chi, there is not only national hatred between them, but also family hatred. They can't let go of the grievances of the previous generation, right?"

Zhou Chao nodded his head reluctantly.

Gu Yan pursed her lips, knowing that he had listened, "Qiqiu, we have to accept imperfection."

Zhou Chao didn't speak, and lowered his eyes.

"It's like Chiggy can accept my imperfection." Gu Yan looked at him, "You also have to accept the best ending for others, right?"

"...Well." Zhou Chao pouted, although he felt that what he said made sense, but still hoped that the two of them could be together.

Seeing his unconvinced look, Gu Yan smiled helplessly.

Typically, you say yours, I listen, but I don't care.

"What's next?" Gu Yan asked him.

Since he cannot be persuaded, it is also good to divert attention.

Zhou Chao bit his lip, Nuo Nuo said: "Yes, but I don't really want to go."

The author has something to say: If he was drenched in snow together in the morning, he would be counted as a white head in this life.

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