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"Lin Qingqian, who do you think Chen Yingfeng is?"

"A man who only believes what his own eyes see, a pragmatist, a pessimist, a poor man."

"I don't quite understand. If all the people in a village were bullied by the Japanese army and actively or passively embarked on the road of resistance against Japan, why would Chen Yingfeng, as a member of the village, still work for the Japanese?"

"Even if it is bullying, there are people who come first and then come. What's more, Chen Yingfeng is actually a paranoid and stubborn person. To her, the Nationalist Party is as hateful as the Japanese. One made her lose her father, and the other made her lose her sister. From a certain In this sense, the former is more hateful than the latter, because betrayal is more chilling than massacre."

"She has lost everything she can lose long ago, so she doesn't care about the world even more, and even lives a life of playing games. The extreme encounters made her extremely selfish and vigilant. Instead of doing things for both sides, she can only It’s about doing what’s best for you.”

Li Zimu couldn't sleep and got up for a walk. Some kind of secret psychology made him slow down when he passed the door of the two people's room and pricked up his ears, so he heard the above conversation.

He walked away with a trace of relief, but also with a trace of little unknown thoughts.

It is a great regret that Lin Qingqian will not be filming again in the future.

Actors who can sort out such complicated emotional entanglements little by little and then mix them together to express them are rare. From this perspective, Xiao Song is a little bit worse, probably because he is too young.

If Li Zimu stayed a few minutes longer, he would hear what he wanted to hear.

The scene in the house is not as serious as the two of them are talking about, and it can even be called fragrant.

Lin Qingqian was half-undressed and lying on the bed, the child was lying behind her, with a restless hand encircling Lin Qingqian's waist forward.The two were sticky, Lin Qingqian struggled to maintain a normal tone to answer the question, but the sound of breathing gradually became heavier.

Finally she couldn't bear it any longer, took the child's increasingly presumptuous hand, and threw it behind her by the wrist. She stood up and buttoned her clothes with a flushed but expressionless face.

Song Qingyue came over relentlessly, hugged Lin Qingqian from behind, and smiled lowly, "You fouled."

Then she saw Lin Qingqian showing a rare expression of exasperation: "I shouldn't have promised you to do such a thing."

The child hastily pressed her lips, and hissed: "It's too loud." Then she laughed narrowly again: "Obviously you couldn't help it first, and then you said you wanted to discuss the script." She saw the blush creep slowly She touched Lin Qingqian's earlobe, so she gently sucked it in.

Lin Qingqian exhaled heavily, suppressed the trembling, and yelled in a low voice: "Let go."

Song Qingyue not only didn't let go, but also intensified her desire to snatch more. When Lin Qingqian began to struggle, she gently crushed it with her teeth in dissatisfaction, causing Lin Qingqian to take several short breaths.She let go slowly.

Lin Qingqian gasped: "You're getting more courageous!"

Song Qingyue knew that the person in his arms was probably angry, so he stopped moving when he saw that it was okay, he just wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, leaned his head on her back, and listened to the woman's rapid heartbeat, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The two were close together, Lin Qingqian closed her eyes, but the arc of a child was naturally drawn in her mind.

Li Zimu came back from a stroll, and heard that there was no movement in the two people's rooms.

asleep?

He raised his eyebrows.

Look at the watch on your wrist.It's still early, it shouldn't be.

Lin Qingqian's soft complaint suddenly appeared in the quiet night sky: "You are so hot."

Then there was a rustling sound in the room.

Li Zimu pricked up his ears, and his intuition told him that the amount of information in this sentence was a bit large.

The folds on his face instantly turned into a flower with a smile.

Sure enough, as long as you sleep late, you can eat sweet dog food.

He coughed twice, then raised his head and chest, walked past the door of their room without looking sideways.

The sound in the room disappeared instantly, and fell into a deathly silence.Li Zimu passed the corner, stopped and squatted down skillfully like an old dog.

Then he heard voices coming from the room: "Then is it possible for Chen Yingfeng's mentality to be resolved?"

Tch, it's not fun.

He got up resentfully, and wandered back to his room.

Inside the house, the two were lying upright, like two salted fish, with stiff limbs and terrified expressions.

Song Qingyue had an idea and asked the above sentence.

Lin Qingqian tried her best to make her brain function normally, and then she heard herself reply mechanically: "I'm afraid, I can only go to Yan'an."

The coughing outside the house disappeared, and the footsteps reappeared after disappearing for a while, but gradually faded away.

The child breathed a sigh of relief, and under the moonlight outside the house, he lip-synced with Lin Qingqian.

Song Qingyue: People left?

Lin Qingqian: It should be gone.

Song: Then us?

Lin Qingqian gave her a hard look, then lifted the thin blanket and threw it on the child's head: sleep!

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"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes." Lin Qingqian slumped on the bamboo chair, covered his face with the script, and also blocked the sun by the way, and said weakly.

Li Zimu withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, saying that he was upright and had no intention of looking for any suspicious traces on Lin Qingqian.

He beckoned Song Qingyue to give a play to the children: "This play is not so much a play between the two of you, but rather Chen Yingfeng's inner analysis and monologue. It should belong to her one-man show alone. So Lin Qingqian and I said, Tell her not to stop acting. Lin Qingqian, who let go of acting completely, suppressed Luo Yong back then, she is now more proficient in super skills, if you don't want to be suppressed, you have to perform better."

Song Qingyue was still serious when facing filming: "But this scene of mine is just a trash can quietly listening to Chen Yingfeng's confession. There are not a few words in the whole thing. How can I not be suppressed."

Li Zimu smiled: "It depends on how well your character understands. This scene is when Xia Shishi's inner faith is really shaken, when she finally begins to examine whether her past actions are correct, and it is also for Let's make a small foreshadowing for the following plot, if you act out this kind of doubt and entanglement, you may not be suppressed."

He looked at Song Qingyue half-understood, and sighed: "I won't tell you too many scenes, just play according to your own." He glanced at Lin Qing, who was paralyzed like a dead fish, with disgust. Qian, shook it, "Hurry up and get ready."

Lin Qingqian got up quickly, took the child to the makeup artist, and said as she walked, "Don't feel pressured, it doesn't matter if you don't perform well, just cut it out, and do a few montages of Chen Yingfeng's memories, and the scene will be over."

The child's competitive spirit was ignited: "My role will not be cut."

Li Zimu snickered behind the two of them: Lin Qingqian really understands children's psychology.He rubbed his hands expectantly: I don't know what kind of sparks will these two people collide with in this match?

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"Chen Donghuo is the teacher in the village." Chen Yingfeng's eyes fell into memories, and he handed the little flower to Xia Shishi casually, then squatted down, grabbing the turf on the ground one by one, "He is not an ordinary teacher, he He was a person who drank foreign ink, went to Japan to study, and also went to Guangzhou to participate in those revolutionary activities, because his leg was hit by a stray bullet, he was limping, after thinking about it, he returned to the village to be a teacher."

"He really believed in those things. He filed a lawsuit against the peasants whose land was occupied by the landlord; when the private school teacher asked the boy to kneel down to worship the teacher, he broke in and pointed at that old thing; he used to bully men and women When the son of a big landlord ran amok, he was clamoring for the democratic election of the parliament, one word for one legislation, one word for administration, these farmers could not understand; Pointing to the newspaper with a lame leg, he said that a man named Hu Shizhi had delivered a speech called "Great Grandma Movement" and was thrown into a pond by the villagers as an immoral name, and he had a high fever."

"But he is also really knowledgeable. The children in the village are willing to listen to his stories. His favorite story is Yue Fei, but every time he talks about the twelve gold medals, he stops talking. Sometimes he reads the story too late. I just went to the newspaper in the village, and that day he read that the Kuomintang held its first national congress, and a man so big cried like a chorus of tears.”

"He couldn't get a wife, and everyone in the village thought he was mentally ill. It is said that a very beautiful girl came here with big bags. Chen Ergou's father said that the woman looked like a fairy, and her hands were white. It is white and tender, and it looks like it has never been fed to pigs. It is very particular about eating fish. It only eats the piece of meat on the face of the fish. It is called "Crescent Meat". The girl said she was his former friend, but they called each other "Crescent Meat". Comrade. Her eyes were bright when she came, but when she saw his small thatched hut, her eyes dimmed a bit. Then she asked him if he planned to leave the village. He couldn’t tell, and the light in the girl’s eyes disappeared. I set off in the next day, and when I left, more than half of the things in the big and small bags were left behind."

"What happened later? How did he get his wife?" Xia Shishi also sat on the turf, put his hand on Chen Yingfeng's shoulder lightly, and asked some questions.

"Later? He didn't get a wife. Then one day the old village chief's courtyard door opened, and a woman with a naked buttocks bleeding and crying came out. It was freezing cold, holding two girls in her arms. Give up. That woman is a fool. She used to grab food from the dog, but the fortune teller said that fool is a lucky face. She can give birth to a son. The old village chief had no children, so he had a crooked idea. How could he think of giving birth? It’s still a girl, so I threw her out that day.”

"When Chen Donghuo found out, the fool was already dead, and there were only two girls left, so he took them back to raise him. He dug a grave for the fool, and used the good coffin he asked the carpenter to make. Never The man who has asked for a wife can raise children there. He asks his neighbors how to change diapers and how to raise babies. The two girls have no milk to drink, so he sneaks into the old village head’s sheepfold at night to watch for those who have just given birth. Every time a ewe is milked, she is kicked several times before she comes back with a bruised nose and a swollen face."

"When the old village head heard about it, he cursed and asked his servant to deliver goat milk every day. At first he refused to accept it, but when he saw the two girls crying, he took it. Then he ran to the village every day. The old village head read aloud, read the "Declaration of Independence", read "National Construction Strategy", read Nietzsche and Hegel. The annoying old village head couldn't bear it, so he let the dog bite people. He ran away with a limp, and the next day Come."

Seeing that the turf was about to be bald by Chen Yingfeng, Xia Shiyi held her hand and slowly held it in his palm, "Those two girls have grown up?"

Chen Yingfeng lowered her head and couldn't see her expression, but her voice became deeper and deeper, and there were abnormal sudden pauses and gasping sounds between her words, "Well, when I grow up, Chen Donghuo asked those two girls to call His father. Looked through the dictionary and chose a name that sounds nice and easy to remember."

Chen Geyun, Chen Yinfeng.Xia Shishi silently chewed these two names in his heart, they sounded very nice.

She lowered her head and thought about her name again, her face gradually became dazed, and she thought of Ye Zhiqiu's gradually unfamiliar face and kind but unfamiliar eyes.

"And then?" She asked, and found that her voice was already hoarse.

"The following content is lackluster. He raised the two children, taught them to read and write, and when he was old enough to send them to the university in the city for the exam, he just screwed up and rejected the girls' school teacher several times. Invitation, they must be sent to the XX University run by the Kuomintang, the kind that can directly join the party at the school. The person in the admissions office said no, even if they passed the exam. This twisted dead man sat down angrily. One night, he opened the package left by the beautiful girl that he had never opened, and picked out a big gold ring from it. Then the two girls went to school."

"These two girls also had an adventure. Because of their outstanding memory, they were spotted by the chief agent and sent to another school. There they also had excellent grades and graduated at a record-breaking speed. In order to keep their information secret, they were sent to another school." Burn them all. Then the two sisters separated and infiltrated the Japanese army with different identities to inquire about intelligence. After completing missions one after another and finally being able to go home for a visit, they found that Chen Donghuo had died."

"The old village chief said that he was beaten to death by soldiers passing by. Those soldiers, wearing yellow woolen overcoats with blue sky and white sun emblems, accidentally saw the contents of the package left by the girl, and demanded that he take those items for the crime of theft. He refused to hand in the things even though he said he would be beaten to death, so he was really beaten to death. Those packages were snatched away. He should keep a copy of "The Legend of Yue Fei". No one in the village dared to take care of him, but the old village chief made a thin coffin for him, and the tomb was buried with the "The Legend of Yue Fei". The old village chief Said, he will not die with peace in his eyes, he will not die with peace in his eyes."

Chen Yingfeng stood up, patted the grass seeds on her body, pulled Xia Shishi up, and gently adjusted the shirt on her body, straightened the collar of the fat shirt, and tied the cuffs tightly.Xia Shishi asked in a daze: "What about you? Where's Chen Geyun?"

Chen Yingfeng smiled: "Anyway, I don't believe in the Nationalist Party since then, just like he didn't believe in the dog emperor when he read "The Legend of Yue Fei" to us. I took advantage of a mission to pretend to be Rit, and got the person who contacted me one-way I was beaten to death and all my files were burned. From then on, there is no such person as Chen Yinfeng in the world. I just changed my name and used it until now. Is it Chen Geyun?" A sad look appeared in her eyes, "It should be Dead. She didn't come back to visit Dad's grave. I checked for a long time, and it was Sakai who killed her."

She rubbed Xia Shishi's head clumsily, "So don't make promises lightly, you don't know when you will be gone, what should I do now? Build a tomb for her and dance tango on the grave?"

Xia Shishi broke free from her hand, and then gently hugged her into his arms.Chen Yingfeng was just stunned for a moment, without any resistance.

She felt that the person in her arms was as thin as paper, fragile but resilient, like a straight but easy-to-break reed on the side of the road, stubborn.

She suddenly thought of something, and cowardly asked: "Then why do you owe her a dance?"

Chen Yingfeng brushed her hair, "When I was learning various dance steps at school, we were usually paired up, and the men's steps and women's steps changed turns. Someone pursued her that day, so I pushed her to that man, and she came back I was angry and said that I owed her a dance. I happened to be learning Chinese dance, so I said I would show her this dance. It’s just that she graduated earlier than me, and she left before I learned it.”

Xia Shishi hugged the woman in his arms even tighter and stopped talking.

However, Chen Yingfeng broke free from her embrace slightly, her face gradually became gentle, and she looked at Xia Shishi: "I haven't told anyone else about these things. Speaking of which, I just want to tell you."

"It's not that your doctrine is bad, it's that it's hung on the temple as a cover. Everyone in your party, from top to bottom, just talks about doctrine and is full of business in their hearts. It's not as pure as it used to be. There is a party of faith, and the decay from top to bottom has turned it from a spiritual pillar of others into a rotten wood. Not to mention that it is difficult to understand, how can these crops listen to it? Those who are slightly How can a landlord who has read the books wield a hoe to dig his own head? If he still has a little bit of conscience, he is no longer worthy of the books he has read.”

Xia Shishi's eyes gradually sharpened: "What do you mean by this?"

Chen Yingfeng looked at her, suddenly gave a helpless wry smile, and sat down resignedly: "Yes, I just want to impress you with the story, that information is something that Chen Geyun would rather die than pass on. I don't know what is in it. Nothing, but certainly not fun."

She was silent for a while, "I don't want you to go back to that place."

Xia Shishi backed away slowly: "You saw what you saw, I saw what I saw. I believe in my doctrine and complete my mission, we... have nothing to do with each other."

Chen Yingfeng chuckled, stopped talking, got up, and walked to the back hill of the village.

There is the tomb of Chen Donghuo.

Xia Shishi looked at the back of the woman going away, and slowly covered her heart: Ye Zhiqiu said a long time ago that the words of this woman cannot be trusted, especially when she is telling stories at length.She is a good storyteller.

The beginning of the story was really touching, but in the end, the topic changed to her belief and she was advised not to go back. It is hard not to let people think of the purpose of the two this time.

It's just, it's really uncomfortable.

Chen Yingfeng slowly crawled to a small grave, trimmed the newly grown weeds, and said softly: "Father, if she agreed to me just now, I would bring her to see you."

"I killed the classmate who liked my sister and danced with her. Although he didn't intend to expose me, I could only do so. They are actually quite compatible, and their names are also very suitable. Geyun and Zhiqiu."

"Say sorry to her for me, I actually look at her a little bit that way."

"I'm not going to set up a cenotaph for her and dance on her grave."

"Too stupid."

"As stupid as you adore Yue Fei."

A butterfly slowly flew over—it was the pink-yellow cauliflower butterfly that can be seen everywhere, and it landed on her hand, flapping its wings lightly.

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"Lin Qingqian, your lines are really amazing." Li Zimu looked at the monitor full of praise, and then rubbed the child's head: "Don't be discouraged, what she showed today may not be able to be accepted by another actor or actress later. live."

Song Qing said sleepily: "Then that part of me is going to be gone with a knife."

Li Zimu went through the tape several times, and said regretfully: "Actually, there are still usable ones, the last part is okay."

The child sat down unhappily and muttered: "Then do it again?"

Li Zimu looked at Lin Qingqian who was in a daze, shook his head, and said to Song Qingyue gently: "Maybe not, Lin Qingqian can hardly perform this scene himself." He comforted the child, "Use montage It's good to make some memories."

Lin Qingqian had already fallen into her own world, and she turned around when she heard someone mention her name: "What's wrong? Why are you calling me?"

Li Zimu turned back and said, "It's okay, you can rest."

Lin Qingqian seemed to have a sudden reaction, and stood up: "How did that butterfly get here at the end? Did you let it go?"

"It's really a coincidence, so I said it's hard to do another shot. That butterfly is simply amazing! Beautiful!" Li Zimu was full of praise.

Lin Qingqian touched the place where the butterfly had stayed on her hand, and felt a burning sensation, and her heart was still filled with unknown sadness.

Seeing Lin Qingqian's mind wandering again, Li Zimu secretly pulled Song Qingyue over, and said in a low voice, "Give Lin Qingqian a good 'entertainment' tonight and let her get out of Chen Yingfeng quickly, she seems to be getting into the drama again."

Song Qingyue narrowed his eyes: "Is it the 'entertainment' I was thinking of?"

"Yes."

"You promise not to listen to the corner!"

Li Zimu raised his hand: "I swear!"

"Be careful, don't leave marks where the skin is exposed."

"do not worry."

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In the dead of night, Song Qingyue held Lin Qingqian's waist, rubbing it lightly and then heavily.

Lin Qingqian's panting gradually became thicker, and her body gradually softened. She couldn't help pinching the child's extremely presumptuous hand again: "It's too much!"

Song Qingyue said in a low voice: "I am here to take advantage of the order."

Gritting her teeth, Lin Qingqian leaned into the child's ear and said, "Do you really believe that Li Zimu won't listen to corners?"

The child was taken aback.

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Li Zimu walked around with a cigarette in his mouth, and suddenly frowned.

Why are the lights turned off so early tonight?

The door snapped open, and he was startled.

Lin Qingqian, who was expressionless, and Song Qingyue, who was gloomy, stood neatly at the door.

"I, I'm just passing by."

Lin Qingqian picked up a piece of firewood, the thick kind, handed it to Song Qingyue, and picked up another firewood herself.

"I'm really passing by!"

The author has something to say: Although late, but arrived.

In fact, it has been written long ago, but I am very dissatisfied. I deleted, deleted, revised and changed several narrative methods. In the end, I still used this almost line-drawing method to tell the story of Chen Donghuo.The long chapter with nearly ten thousand characters was also completed by me to six thousand.

Another update tonight.

...this is a dividing line...

small theater:

Lin Qingqian gently covered the little blanket on the child's head. The child was a little frightened and wanted to break free from the restraint on his wrist.

"Lin Qingqian, what are you doing!"

"sleep."