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The three big characters "Shen Lisheng" appeared vividly on the paper.

Shen Zhuo only felt that he was already doomed in the dark, but he didn't expect that A Sheng would be in the same family as him.

Cheng Wei opened the envelope carefully, lest she accidentally damage the old things, she said as she opened it: "I knew that A Sheng's surname was Shen early on, so I met you in "The Theater", except for your surname. In addition to being similar, your temperament is also similar to his..."

"It has nothing to do with me. There is no one named Shen Lisheng in the three generations of my family's ancestors, let alone someone from a theater troupe. I am the only one. Miss Cheng is overthinking."

Shen Zhuo interrupted Cheng Wei, and even his attitude was a little alienated. He didn't like this association. He was not the unlucky Shen Lisheng, and he couldn't be Shen Lisheng's descendant. He didn't believe that Shen Lisheng loved General Cheng deeply, so how could he be with Other women marry and have children.

Cheng Wei smiled awkwardly, knowing that she was impolite, she handed the letter to Shen Zhuo: "Don't worry, I just said it casually."

Shen Zhuo is not a man who can't be unreasonable and unforgiving, so he responded with a smile, and took the paper handed over by Cheng Wei very carefully.

A simple piece of letter paper has already been covered with colorful imprints due to the years, and even the creases will be damaged if touched with force.The characters on the paper are beautiful but still majestic, and the characters written with the pen can be seen with the sharpness of the pen when writing, clean and neat, and the style of writing is still the habit of vertical writing in ancient Chinese, and the overall atmosphere of the Republic of China is overwhelming.

Before reading, Shen Zhuo had some doubts, so he asked: "This is a letter from his fiancée to A Sheng, shouldn't it be here?"

Cheng Wei nodded to show that he was right, and replied: "A Sheng came back after his grandfather passed away, you should read the contents of the letter first."

Only then did Shen Zhuo nod and read carefully.

Mr. Shen, as you meet.

The spring is cold, and the goodness cherishes oneself.

The general is well, but it's a pity that every day when the west mountain falls, the house often rings "love is good, love is good, and it's too little to be a hundred years old. How to say, how to say, separated for no reason. I am wrong, I am wrong , please don’t worry, please don’t worry.”

What is this song, Mr. should know.

However, it is really a pity to put the country first and then the family. Good luck tricks people. I only hope that I will cherish it for the rest of my life. I am very sorry and don't read it.

Daan.

Sincerely, Mei Qingli.

The content of the letter is not much, and it is similar to what Cheng Wei said before. Although the whole letter is like a greeting between relatives and friends, Shen Zhuo still sees the unwillingness of his fiancée in the last sentence.

Shen Zhuo returned the letter to Cheng Wei and asked, "This should be the last letter from Mei Qingli and Shen Lisheng."

Cheng Wei was surprised at first, then nodded and refolded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

Shen Zhuo looked at the envelope in Cheng Wei's hand and said, "Can I have a look at this envelope?"

Cheng Wei sorted it out and handed it to Shen Zhuo: "Of course."

After receiving it, Shen Zhuo said, "Thank you."

He turned the envelope over. The entire envelope was the color of kraft paper. There was a red stripe under the five words "Dearly Shen Lisheng". Whitening condition.

Song Linnan obviously noticed it too, and said, "It seems that Shen Lisheng often reads this letter."

Shen Zhuo nodded affirmatively, returned the letter to Cheng Wei, and sighed: "Yes."

Cheng Wei put the envelope back into the dowry, Shen Zhuo didn't enter the house, but stood at the door and looked left and right.

There is a bed in the innermost part of the room, covered with a quilt in the style of the Republic of China, and a layer of plastic massage is attached to the quilt, with modern labels abruptly printed on it, obviously all newly purchased items.

The dressing table was cleaned up, spotless, and there was a row of cosmetics in the style of that era. Although Shen Zhuo didn't know much about it, he still recognized a few uses from the appearance.

Cheng Wei quickly closed the door of the house, and said to Shen Zhuo and the others: "I won't invite you into my great-grandmother's room. After all, you are going to perform the story of A Sheng and the general. Go and see my great-grandfather's room." Room."

Shen Zhuo didn't pay much attention to these little things, and followed Cheng Wei's footsteps to the door of General Cheng's room, only then did Shen Zhuo realize that this couple, who seemed as loving as ever to others, were sleeping in separate rooms.

Shen Zhuo shook his head helplessly, thinking of him and Song Linnan, let alone sleeping on the same bed is extremely easy to misfire, even his pillow has always been Song Linnan's arm.He was often worried that Song Linnan's arms would become numb after a long time of pillowing, and he would switch beds with Song Linnan.

Between those who are full of love for each other, they wish they could be together all the time, let alone sleep in separate rooms.

Cheng Wei pushed open the door of General Cheng's room, unlike Mei Qingli's room which had a faint rouge fragrance, it only had the peculiar smell of an old house that had been closed for a long time, like soaked wood for a long time.

This time Cheng Wei politely said to them: "Please come in."

Shen Zhuo said again: "Excuse me."

For some reason, ever since Shen Zhuo entered this mansion, he has shown admiration for this mansion. Perhaps it was the mighty military power that overwhelmed him, or it could be said that he had too much affection for this feeling that was not accepted by the world. Much reverence.

Shen Zhuo walked into the room. The overall structure was similar to Mei Qingli's room, except that it was much wider and there was an extra desk.

Cheng Wei opened the desk drawer, and there was a general's diary inside: "This is my great-grandfather's diary, which records the process of realizing the separation from A Sheng from the beginning to the end."

After Shen Zhuo took it, he flipped through it lightly. The notebook was very well preserved. It was all wrapped in a plastic bag. The navy blue cover and the content written in black pen and ink were strong and powerful, except that the records of the incident were full of correct Sheng was full of nostalgia.

Shen Zhuo watched it from beginning to end, then turned to Cheng Wei and asked, "Can this be photographed and recorded?"

Cheng Wei nodded: "Of course, as long as it's not rumored."

Shen Zhuo thanked him, and Song Linnan came over to help him shoot, and said: "There should be a screenwriter to take a look at it, and we will sign the contract and then decide."

Cheng Wei nodded. Although she was willing to lend these old objects to Shen Zhuo and the others, she didn't want her great-grandpa's diary to be known by everyone on the Internet.

Song Linnan was taking pictures at the side, and Shen Zhuo was responsible for helping him. The two cooperated tacitly. The sun gradually set on the western mountain, and the only remaining halo illuminated the backs of the two, like an oil painting under the orange light.

Xia Ling couldn't help staring blankly, picked up the camera and took a picture.

The light and shadow in the photos in the camera are natural, and the profile faces of the two are as exquisite as finely crafted, which is far more textured than those refined pictures on the Internet.

Shen Zhuo recorded the general's diary, looked back at the empty general's bedroom, put the phone back in his pocket, and said to Cheng Wei: "Thank you very much today, let's go back to the hotel."

Cheng Wei responded, "I'm afraid not."

Shen Zhuo turned sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Wei smiled and pretended to be mysterious and said, "Don't you want to see Ah Sheng's room?"

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief: "Is there a room for Shen Lisheng in the General's Mansion?"

Cheng Wei shrugged her shoulders and replied: "It was the place where my great-grandfather put his thoughts on back then. The room was always empty. After the death of my great-grandfather, A Sheng came back and stayed in that room to guard the first seven days for him."

Shen Zhuo asked: "And then?"

Cheng Wei shook her head: "After that, there was no news about A Sheng again."

Cheng Wei continued to walk back, Shen Zhuo always thought that there was a deserted forest on the back of the mountain, but he didn't expect that there was a house behind.

The four of them walked through the path covered by luxuriant foliage, and even the temperature dropped due to the luxuriant plants. Cheng Wei explained: "Back then, my great-grandfather wanted to build Asheng's room into the house, but because of my great-grandmother's face, so it can only be built in the back.”

After Cheng Wei finished speaking, Shen Zhuo saw a vacant piece of land in the bamboo forest. Although there were a few weeds, they were all trimmed very neatly, and it seemed that someone had carefully taken care of them.

The house that caught my eye was not in the same style as the General’s Mansion. It had changed from majestic bricks and tiles to a wooden house built with bamboo, which did not have the charm of a peach blossom garden.Only a modern lock on the bamboo house somewhat ruined the artistic conception.

Cheng Wei saw Shen Zhuo's doubts, and explained: "After all, there are antiques inside, so it's safer to lock it."

Shen Zhuo replied: "It should."

Cheng Wei found out the key and opened the door, and said, "Here are some of the costumes that Ah Sheng used for performances in the past. You can borrow them if you need to perform, as long as you return them as they are."

Cheng Wei's generosity was beyond Shen Zhuo's expectations. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Song Linnan refused: "Thank you, these things should be kept here, it's not easy to keep them, and it's not good to destroy them in an accident." gone."

Shen Zhuo didn't expect Song Linnan to refuse, he looked up at Song Linnan with doubts in his eyes, Song Linnan shook his head lightly, and said softly: "Go back and talk."

Shen Zhuo nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He still believed in Song Linnan unconditionally in these aspects.

Cheng Wei didn't say much about Song Linnan's refusal. After all, it was easy to damage when moving back and forth, and maybe they already had special clothing sponsorship, so they directly invited them into the bamboo house.

As soon as I entered the bamboo house, it seemed that I could still smell the fragrance of ink.In the bamboo house, except for a bed, there are two rows of singing costumes on the left and right sides, all kinds of Huadan and Tsing Yi, which happen to be the same type as Shen Zhuoxue's, and there is also a head covered with emerald gemstones, which seems to be priceless No wonder it has to be locked.

In addition, the most abrupt thing is that there is a table on the left hand side of the door, on which there is only an incense burner and the ranking of generals, and a copper basin for burning fire is placed under the table. Obviously, as Cheng Wei said, Ah Sheng I often worship here.

Shen Zhuo was looking at these faces intently, Cheng Wei walked towards Shen Zhuo with a photo album, and said: "These are some old photos from that year, you can take them to prepare for the finals."

Shen Zhuo didn't expect that there were still photos of that time handed down. After all, there were very few people who could take photos at that time. He took it over in surprise: "Thank you, you mean that there are also photos of A Sheng?"

Cheng Wei nodded and said, "Yes."