Chapter 73: Personal Destiny and National Destiny Intersect, and the Sense of the Times Comes to You

Time flies and it is 1937.

Xiaodouzi and Xiaoshitou have grown up to be the famous actors Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou.

Duan Xiaolou lied to Juxian in the brothel and came to help her out.

This matter soon reached Cheng Dieyi's ears.

Backstage at the theater, Dieyi asked Xiaolou about this matter.

Dieyi stood behind the screen and asked, "Have you forgotten how we became famous? It was all because of a word from our master."

Duan Xiaolou picked up the hand warmer bag left by Dieyi's mother and sat back on his stool, "What did you say?"

"Be faithful to one man!"

Dieyi rushed out from behind the screen, sat back on his stool, and pulled his senior brother's arm across the back of the chair, "Senior brother, I want you to follow me..."

"No," Dieyi lowered her head slightly and looked at Duan Xiaolou again, begging with sparkling eyes, "Just let me sing with you for the rest of my life, isn't it?"

Duan Xiaolou was startled, "Isn't it, I've been singing for half of my life?"

Dieyi roared, "No! I'm talking about a lifetime. One year, one month, one day, one hour less, it doesn't count as a lifetime."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Duan Xiaolou turned his head to avoid his gaze, tutted, and sighed disapprovingly.

Then he said in a heavy tone: "Dieyi, you really can't live without being crazy. It's true that you have to be crazy to sing. But if you are crazy while living, how can we live in this world, among these mortals?"

He took a breath and said in a lighter tone, "Come on, give me a face."

Dieyi slowly stood up and walked to a white veil, as if living in a dream.

...

Section Chief Liu sighed softly.

This film is really sad.

Dieyi was forced into the play by the troupe and the times, and regarded himself as Yu Ji and fell in love with the Overlord.

But Duan Xiaolou chose to live among mortals, in the world.

One is in a dream.

The other is in reality.

I'm afraid that the love that Cheng Dieyi seeks is just Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

It's sad.

He was filled with emotion.

Section Chief Wang frowned, turned his head and covered his mouth and said to him: "There is a chrysanthemum between them, right? Is this a love movie? What follows is the love-hate relationship between three people? Love and romance every day, isn't that too small-scale?"

Section Chief Liu rolled his eyes.

I really want to take a piece of tape and seal his mouth!

Old Wang can't watch it, so don't bother him.

I will never sit with him again if there is a movie preview in the future. It's so annoying!

You want meaning, but you don't like to watch love, and you want a big picture. What kind of movie do you want to watch?

"Old Wang, why don't you use your mobile phone to open the electronic version of "The Evolution of Man" to see how humans evolved from monkeys to humans? That's a big picture?"

After saying something weird, Section Chief Liu snorted coldly, and regardless of what Old Wang thought, he turned his head and continued to stare at the screen.

But in fact, Section Chief Wang is not the only one who has ideas.

In the front row, Zhou Wen, Director of the Policy and Regulations Department, also frowned.

The story of Cheng Dieyi, Duan Xiaolou, and Juxian is indeed touching.

But this is a promotional video for opera.

Why does it feel a bit off topic? It focuses too much on Cheng Dieyi's personal emotions, right?

And it is an emotion that is not tolerated by the secular world.

This...

Zhou Wen touched his chin.

But after thinking about it carefully, it can be said to be a promotional video for opera.

The singing in the film is beautiful and the costumes are beautiful.

Only by adding descriptions of emotions and tragic experiences can more people watch this film, thus bringing opera to the public's vision.

So deviation, on the contrary, achieves publicity.

This understanding is reasonable.

But... but his deviation is not a strong gimmick.

Zhou Wen bumped Li Zhiming with his elbow.

"Old Li, to be honest, although gender recognition and love do attract the attention of young people, it always feels that it is not enough to spread Peking Opera culture with such a gimmick."

The audience for the two topics of gender recognition and love is limited.

Even if Chen Xiao is good at showing people's emotions to the extreme, how many people can he attract?

Li Zhiming smiled secretly and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The film is not even halfway through, just watch it carefully."

Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.

Only halfway?

It felt like a lot of information was told, but only halfway?

He nodded slowly, and moved his eyes to the screen again with doubt.

In the picture, the plot slowly progressed.

Cheng Dieyi got the sword promised in childhood from Mr. Yuan Si, and took a rickshaw to the engagement ceremony.

Under the blue-black night.

The moonlight shone on the wet street, which seemed particularly cold.

The driver pulled the car and ran on the street after the rain.

Suddenly, a shell hit outside the city, and the sound of the shell was getting closer and closer.

The sound of hurried horse hooves came from the front.

The searchlight shone randomly on the road, and the fog was illuminated white, which made the driver squint his eyes.

After the searchlight passed, the driver looked carefully.

They saw the R army in green uniforms, carrying flags, riding towards them.

The driver was so scared that he left the rickshaw and Cheng Dieyi behind and ran away.

The next moment, the rickshaw was surrounded by soldiers and flags.

…

In front of the screen, Zhou Wen touched his arm and stared at the screen in fear.

At this point, he suddenly realized that there had actually been the sound of artillery shells in the previous scenes, but it was covered up by the story and he didn't pay much attention to it.

At this moment, the sound of artillery shells suddenly increased.

The sense of the times where personal destiny and national destiny intersect is overwhelming.

Zhou Wen exhaled lightly and stared at the screen.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was watching the joys and sorrows of another ant from the perspective of an ant.

Cheng Dieyi and his men were not high-ranking officials, nor did they know martial arts. They were just small people at the bottom of society.

In the face of the times, they were as powerless as ants.

At this time, the change of times was like a torrent. As ordinary ants, they had almost no power to fight back. They could only go with the flow to find a way to survive while protecting their identities.

Zhou Wen stared at the screen, his heart beating fast, and said, "The vision seems to have opened up."

"Yeah."

Li Zhiming snorted and said nothing more.

Next, after three changes of dynasties, the vision was indeed broadened.

On the screen.

The curtain of the rickshaw was lifted. Facing a large number of armed R soldiers, Cheng Dieyi, with smudged makeup and a sword in his arms, looked hopeless and had no reaction, as if he was living in another world.

Now he only wanted to keep the Overlord, and everything else had nothing to do with him.

After the cavalry left, he walked straight to the engagement ceremony on the chaotic street and threw the sword to Duan Xiaolou.

Let him recognize it.

Recognize the sword that he promised "If the Overlord has this sword... then you will be the queen."

But Duan Xiaolou didn't remember the sword at all.

Cheng Dieyi turned around and left, drawing a clear line between him and him, and they went their separate ways from then on.