Senior Superstar

Chapter 610

"Wake up and see what I find!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect there to be an OST after the feature film is over! What kind of rhythm is this? It's like going to a bath center to order a technician to rub salt, and then the manager suddenly comes over and tells you that today's foot massage is free!"

"Brother in front, we Cadillac fans will need a talent like you!"

"A real man always moves forward with a burden! Master Xin's work, just do it!"

"Pfft! I just finished crying after watching the feature film. Is there any brother from the Young Pioneers who will come first? After all, I was already swollen from crying just once, and I'm afraid of getting an inflammation if I do it again."

"No way? No way? It's not true that some people watch Xinye's video and don't bring their own tissue eye drops and Fuyanjie?"

"Fu Yanjie messed with your sister!"

"A group of sand sculptures, the first OST is Xiaoyuehong, the second OST is Lai Xiaoyue, now this blind guess is Yu Wenshan."

Station B.

As the OST of "Red Ling" has just appeared on the homepage, a sea of ​​barrage floated in the five-minute-long video!

Amidst the barrage of human confusion, the last part of Ling begins;

As some sand sculpture netizens guessed, the last OST is indeed Yu Wenshan's part.

As an old silver coin in the entertainment circle, and a powerful fan of the demon circle, Xinye must have all of the most popular works like this!

With the glowing red flames at the beginning of the video reflecting Yuan Bao's face smeared with sweat, the bullet screen was boiling!

in the video screen.

In the gathering building where the flames dance wildly, the steaming flames and heat waves make everything seem ethereal and illusory.

Among the red eyes distorted by the heat wave, a figure was lying there on the stage.

He was breathing quickly, and the short shirt on his body danced slightly with the steaming heat wave. The sweat that flowed from his face had ruined that "Yuanbao ugly" appearance.

The fire has spread to the stage.

A large pool of blood slowly flowing out from under him merged with the raging fire, making a hissing sound.

Amidst the symphony of blood and fire, a melodious Jinghu rang out like cicadas singing on a moonlit night

Looking at Yu Wenshan who was dying on the stage, the barrage was boiling!

"Damn it, Yamamoto's bullet still hit! Yu Wenshan, Yu Wenshan, your luck is still so bad."

"Perhaps this is a happy way for Wenshan."

"Whether it's good or bad, you've made it through your own way in this life. Boss Yu cherishes it, go well!"

"Boss Yu, let's go!"

Just as the barrage was raging, Yu Wenshan on the stage moved his fingers.

As the fire evaporates, the camera cuts to Yu Wenshan's perspective.

The slightly shaking camera drifted towards the curtain that had been engulfed by the fire. As the fire spread, everything became unreal.

In the flames, a girl running towards the end of the street was caught by a big hand.

"Mom! Mom, don't you want me?"

"Don't chase."

"Why, why?"

"If you don't chase, you still have a thought, but if you chase, you don't even have a thought."

"Woo. How do you know?"

"Because I chased after."

The girl with pear blossoms and rain in the firelight is called Yuehong.

While looking at the memories from Yu Wenshan's perspective, the melodious prelude in the background music ended, and the first line of the lyrics of the OST episode, like a murmur in the dark night, got into the ears of all the audience!

Play a fold, water sleeves rise and fall

But the audience who was intoxicated in the story didn't care.

Because of the yellow-haired girl in the firelight, she has grown up.

"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut by the master when she was young. Every day, she burns incense and changes water in the Buddhist hall, and sees a few children playing games under the mountain gate.

He looked at us, and we looked at him. "

In the courtyard of the opera garden, a well-groomed girl was fighting, reciting the lyrics of "Si Fan".

"Boy, are your eyes clogged with paste?"

Just when the gaze that was staring at the girl couldn't move away, a bamboo board came over.

"Hey! Master, don't hit me, I'm just making trouble! I didn't lose my mind, I didn't lose my mind!"

"You didn't lose your mind! How can you be god when your soul is gone? I'll let you see, I'll let you see!"

The crackling board fell, and the squirrel scrambled in. The figure who had just peeked at it just now was already blushing;

"He is with us, we share him, we are so worried about each other. Enemy, how can we achieve a marriage, and let him die in front of the palace of the king of hell.

Grind it to pound it, saw it to untie it, and grind it to grind it. Put it in an oil pan to fry, alas, it's up to him!

Then you see the living person suffering. How can you see a dead ghost wearing shackles?

Ah, up to him.

I can't wait to look at my eyebrows~"

"Damn girl, you got caught by the opera when you memorized it, what's wrong with your eyes?! His grandma's, the Kun class will go to practice in the east courtyard tomorrow, and the subject class will be in the west courtyard!"

While the master was yelling and scolding, those figures in memory disappeared in the flames.

This piece of flowers did not appear in the feature film. But what they are talking about is the matter between Yu Wenshan and Xiao Yuehong when they were young.

Seeing the former Yu Wenshan and Xiao Yuehong's love for each other, the netizens who have just been abused by the feature film burst into tears again;

"I knew that Yu Wenshan also liked Xiao Yuehong."

"This storyboard and special performance, I fucking kneeled! The fire in the theater stopped Yu Wenshan's memories of Xiao Yuehong, implying that the fire in Boxing twenty years ago destroyed the memory of this scene. The excitement that a couple should have!"

"I'm crying to death, it's a foul memory! Yu Wenshan's fault is that he took over the teacher's order and took on the task of starting a family. If there is no such thing, he will be the right couple." ah!"

Amidst the rolling barrage, the plot continues and the background music continues.

Singing joys and sorrows, singing separation and separation, has nothing to do with me.

Fans open and close, gongs and drums ring and remain silent. The love in the play, the outsider, who can tell.

In the flames, the moonlight gathered.

It was the compound with the Chinese characters for longevity, and several rifles in the compound were pointed at the camera. In the wing room just a few meters away, the girl's cries pierced her heart.

"Brother!"

The picture went dark, and the owner of the perspective closed his eyes deeply. In the increasingly excited background music, there are suppressed roars and crying.

When the screen was turned on again, Xiaoyue Hong, who had put on make-up, walked over dumbly.

When passing by, a few ocean dice fell to the ground with a clang.

"The reward given by the master's house, brother, you can take it."

The trembling perspective lowered his head, and there was a red cloth bag in the silvery ocean under the moonlight.

With a violent cough, the memories in the firelight came to an abrupt end again.

I am used to mixing emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy into powder, so what if I sing through it?

My bones and ashes are mine.

As the song became more passionate, as if it was brewing a stormy sea, Yu Wenshan, who had been engulfed in flames on the stage, slowly raised his arms.

The blood-stained arm groped and inserted into his chest.

Trembling, he took out something.

It was a cloth bag, as if it had been caressed in countless dead of nights, the surface of the cloth bag was shiny. It glows orange-red in the raging fire.

The cloth bag was opened, and with the last bit of strength, Yu Wenshan lifted the contents inside.

I saw the faded placket.

The melted ingot was ugly and smiled.

In troubled times, Duckweed bears watching the flames of flames burning mountains and rivers, and does not dare to forget to worry about the country when it is humble.

Even if no one knows me!

The people in the audience walked by, but the old color was not seen.

The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song.

The words of love are hard to write, and he must sing with blood.

The background music came to an abrupt end as if the pause button was pressed.

The raging fire finally engulfed the stage where the blood was dried. An old skirt, burning, floated into the sky with the steaming heat wave.

Amidst the raging fire, there was a crackling sound, like an opera sung by a broken bellows.

"Buddha's front lamp cannot be a bridal chamber candle."

"Xiangji Kitchen can't do Daiyan East Pavilion."

"The Bell and Drum Tower can't be used as a watchtower."

"A grass futon can't be a hibiscus mattress."

"The slave is originally a girl, not a man."

"Why do you wear a yellow sash around your waist and wear it straight and embroidered?"

"See other couples, one pair facing Jin Chuanluo."

"Oh my god!!"

"You can't help but be as hot as fire, you can't help but be as hot as fire!"

With a high-pitched sound that seemed to have exhausted a lifetime of strength, the flames engulfed everything that seemed to be a square inch of the theater building.

As the fire ball broke through the sky, the stalwart theater building, full of all the memories, all the grievances, all the unfulfilled ambitions and all the irreparable regrets, rushed to the sky!

The curtain rises, the curtain falls.

Who is the guest?

boom.

Following the last episode, the Family Marriage Class and Huihui Building, which had gone through a hundred years, disappeared in Sijiu City. Also disappeared in the long river of history!

When the flames receded and the sky changed from orange red to blue again.

The picture has changed.

Among the people flooding the street like a tide, a man, a woman, and a child of about ten years old stood in the middle of the street.

Opposite the family of three is Yamamoto, who has become the head of the North China Secret Service.

Yamamoto is still Yamamoto.

It's just that the guards around him have changed from Japanese soldiers to Chinese soldiers. The muzzle originally aimed at the Chinese was now on Yamamoto's back.

Looking at Yamamoto in front of her, the woman in the family of three smiled and shed tears.

"Mr. Yamamoto, let's meet again."

"Who are you?"

"Family-making class, Lai Xiaoyue. Mr. Yamamoto, after nearly ten years of absence, do you still remember me?"

"..., Sodexo. Mr. Lai Xiaoyue, are you safe? Are you still singing?"

Yamamoto is no longer Yamamoto, and the kind smile is no longer on his face. Between the eyebrows, there is only fear and anxiety.

Looking at the old man, he was stunned for a long time, and after being beaten by rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, he asked the woman with a wry smile.

"I haven't opened my voice for seven or eight years, Mr. Yamamoto. Today I will sing it for you."

On the crowded street, a woman killed four gates, echoing in the sky of Victory Day.

"The young man deserves to be the queen of the gate. He killed the Kou camp and collected the soldiers. Take the book in front of Long Live, kill four gates in a row, and stay wise!"

"Daughter-in-law is doing a good job!" "Singing well!"

Amidst the applause all over the street, the woman wiped away her tears, looked at the prisoner in front of her, and smiled: "Mr. Yamamoto, didn't you want to hear me sing an opera for you at the beginning? Does it still hit your ears? In today's Are you satisfied with the occasion?"

Looking at the woman in front of him who was no longer young and whose face was weathered by the years, Yamamoto closed his eyes slightly.

"Mr. Lai's style is still the same as before, but when you were not around... I have indeed heard more exciting ones."

Bowing deeply to Lai Xiaoyue, Yamamoto walked towards his end under the escort of the guards.

The back of Shan Ben gradually faded away, the back of Lai Xiaoyue's family of three, the crowd cheering all over the street slowly freezes, and the Sijiu City without Huihuilou and family-forming classes slowly freezes.

The last part of "Ling" also reached the last second of the video.

Along with the "replay" circle, it is displayed on the screen.

The three platforms of Beep Station, Fighting Hands, and Chadou were completely blown up!

PS: Something happened at home yesterday, and I was exhausted physically and mentally. It's been a day off, sorry.