Not seeing Qingsheng

Xu Pingsheng's body was not found by the neighbors until several days later, and it was published in the newspaper for the funeral.But the Public Security Bureau didn't know where to bury him, so the body has been placed in the morgue.It wasn't until Du Yunqing came to pick him up that he was truly at ease.

The movie fans were crying madly, desperately trying to find Xu Pingsheng's grave, wishing they could dig him out and hide him in their own homes.

But Du Yunqing avoided the newspapers and theater fans, and personally helped his coffin up to the barren mountain, and dismissed the coffin bearers.He stared at the coffin, silent for a long time, and suddenly pushed the coffin lid fiercely.

Under the sun, Xu Pingsheng's face was pale and stiff, and his dark purple lips were slightly pursed.Du Yunqing didn't touch him, but took out two things from his bosom and put them next to his ears, and slowly closed the coffin.Pieces of loess covered a patch of black wood.

"I have been to the cemetery they found for you. The scenery is beautiful, but I know you would rather live here."

"I'm in Nanjing, and I miss you very much...I caught the earliest train as soon as the matter was over."

"You know, I was sitting in the car that day, thinking that it would be great if you could pick me up... I also thought, you must be angry with me, that's why you refused to send me a letter from home .”

"As soon as I got off the train, I saw the newspaper with the news of your death."

"I was terrified at that time. If I came back earlier, you might be reluctant to die, right?"

As he spoke, he lit the paper money in his hand, and saw it burnt to ashes.

"They said that you have been holding that half of "The Peony Pavilion" in your hand. I searched all over your house, but I couldn't find the other half. I think you should be buried in your wife's tomb."

"The words behind it are not left to me after all. You might as well take them together. The two silk scripts are combined into one, which is the "Peony Pavilion" of reunion."

"I'm very stingy. I found that box of rouge under your pillow. You only used it once. I guess you didn't like it. I took it back and never gave it to you again."

"The flowers in your yard are blooming very well. I picked one and brought it here."

"By the way, three thousand generations of Qingzhou died. I killed them all, and took his epaulettes to sacrifice to you. But don't worry, he will be thrown into the animal path after his death, and will not disturb your purity again."

"Are you sleepy? Go to sleep..."

He walked down the mountain on foot. In the past, he walked on the mountain road with Xu Chuan on his back like walking on flat ground. Now that he didn't carry any weight, his feet felt a little difficult.The forest and leaves blinded the eyes, the lush greenery closed the mountain road, and the stone on the mountain was inscribed with "long lovesickness, long lovesickness, short lovesickness, infinite pole". Since then, no tourists have set foot to disturb it.Hidden between Yidaiyuan Mountain are two short tombs, like lovers leaning on each other.

In 1949, Fu Yuanshan traveled thousands of miles from Nanjing to Beijing and persuaded Du Yunqing to go to Taiwan with him.Du Yunqing poured him a jug of wine and refused.

"I just bought a small house next door to his old residence. I am living happily and don't want to go with you." Responding to these words, a few chaffinches flew by outside the window, and a mountain in the distance could be seen through the window , a bit of the beauty of the empty mountains and spiritual rains.

Seeing Du Yunqing's obsessed expression, Fu Yuanshan frowned, and couldn't help but aggravate his words, "Mr. Xu has passed away long ago, what are you still doing in this empty Beijing?"

Du Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed suddenly, and scolded: "I don't have amnesia, why are you yelling at me like that? I haven't been your officer for a few years, and you have a good temper!"

"you……"

As soon as he swallowed his words, Du Yunqing lowered his head, licked his long-empty wine glass, and said flatly: "I feel that I owe him my life, and I feel ashamed, so I dare not go down to disturb him and his wife's family." Reunion. He used morphine at the beginning, and he was depressed all the time. He lasted for so long, but I didn’t realize it. Later, something happened in Nanjing, and he came to see me. humiliation."

Fu Yuanshan looked at the former chief's current friend, feeling very uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but say: "Mr. Xu, maybe his heart died at that time, but at that time you treated him like a soul, and he didn't dare to leave... ..."

"Ha, you still don't understand him after all." Du Yunqing was completely drunk, instead of rolling around, he leaned quietly on the table, "In his whole life, if the flowers bloomed better that day, he wouldn't just die like this people."

"I'm drunk, go fetch water and wash yourself, rest here tonight, and I'll send you to the car tomorrow."

Knowing that it was impossible to persuade him, Fu Yuanshan shook his head and walked away slowly.Du Yunqing slowly lay down on the table, and when the surroundings became quiet, he turned over, spread out a piece of rice paper, and drew a picture of a short-haired and green shirt. The person in the painting wore a pair of rigid and serious glasses, smiling It was very gentle.

Write a sentence:

Man recalls self-deprecating things in his life

A few words choked up

Before the ink dries, tears flowed down his face onto the paper, blurring a long water stain...

The world loves to paint your peerless beauty with makeup on and on stage, but there is no chance to see you anymore... No matter how many absurd papers and pens are in the autumn wind and rain, they will all be washed away in the era of constant renewal.

In this turbulent era, Du Yunqing lived peacefully until the day he died at the age of 80, leaving a notable mark in history.On the other side of the history books, the tortuous life of a famous actor in the capital is written...

No one knows who they hated or cherished during their lifetime.

☆, Fanwai? Checkmate

When I saw that officer again, I was listening to his favorite Beijing opera.

In fact, I have been waiting for this day since I knew that he has been secretly investigating and my whereabouts all these years.It was raining heavily outside and he was drenched to the skin.All the soldiers guarding me were quietly killed by him. A knife pierced his lungs without making a sound. He was as precise as an artist.

I didn't run away, let him kill if he came to kill.In fact, I am quite envious of him, at least they won, and all the praise in the future will belong to them.If I went back to the Empire like this, to Tokyo, I would probably be laughed at.

My parents live in Tokyo, and there is an older sister who waits for me to make military exploits so that I can get a good husband.Our family loves cherry blossoms very much. When it snows in Tokyo, sitting together and playing the shamisen is also very happy.

So I think the war will end soon, no matter how many people die, it will be good, and it will end soon.

I also really want to take you to the bottom of Mount Fuji to see our romance...

He stepped on the blood and knocked on the door, three times and one heavy. I smiled and was so dizzy that I didn't have the strength to stand up, and said softly through the door: "Mr. one time."

There was a moment of silence outside, then he opened the door.

To be honest, seeing him in such a bloody form again made me a little excited.After the defeat, my health has not been very good, and I haven't been able to lift my spirits for a long time.

"I haven't seen you for so long, but your Chinese pronunciation has improved a lot." Such a cold sentence is really different from the expression he used to say when he said he was going to kill me.

He obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with me anymore, although I knew that I had been talking a lot in front of him, but when he stabbed my heart with a knife, I couldn't say a word.

How stupid, the blood would splatter all over him, and the smell of blood would attract eyes when he went out.Just now I praised him like an artist, and now he is so rude like a butcher.

Perhaps for the Chinese, does the heart have a different meaning?

I don't know, and haven't had a chance to learn.