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18.

Dumb dead.

This is an unsolved case, and no one will disagree with the mute.

Of course, the theater troupe's success today is inseparable from Zhao Wumian's voice, but the dumbness is also inseparable.

Although he couldn't speak, he was a man of both sides. At first, he served his master well, and then he responded to the request of the squire Tian, ​​who helped them expand the theater troupe. Then Mr. Sun, who opened a foreign company, climbed to Bai Jing's place one by one. I have quietly done things for the Japanese for several years.

In addition, he is quite a talented pimp.

Zhao Wumian burned paper for him in front of the mourning hall, and when he opened the door to practice his voice early in the morning, he found him in the alley, lying in the snow, his whole body was completely cold.The mute has no enemies, no bullet holes or knife wounds on his body, and no signs of poisoning. Someone comforted Wumian:

"The smell of alcohol is overwhelming. I must have drunk too much. I fell headlong in the snow and walked without pain."

Wumian raised her head to see Rong Yin who had rushed over, but the other party didn't take it seriously, and just helped him up calmly and said:

"It's cold, and kneeling hurts my knees."

19.

Zhao Wumian clearly remembered that when he fell in front of the troupe, it was the mute who rescued him, gave him water to drink, fed him, and begged his master to take him in and teach him how to sing.

It's only been more than ten years, and everything is vivid.

The first and only person he really trusted in this life tricked him into getting drunk on his 14th birthday and then sent him to the master's bed.

Then came Boss Tian and Mr. Sun, one after another, like crucian carp crossing the river, but the dumb man stopped pouring him medicine.After Master died, if Wu Mian didn't support the theater, everyone would not be able to survive.

On the day of the burial, Wu Mian insisted on saying goodbye to the mute, and others had to avoid it.

"Go at ease, you are no longer needed here."

He lit a cigarette, and in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, he reviewed the mute's life, and he never mentioned this person again.

20.

Rong Yin has recently accommodated Wumian unconditionally, and even allowed him to take a few church meetings, of course he knows the reason.

While the house was full of applause, he couldn't help but think that this deafening reputation was probably the result of more than ten years of hard work.However, when he saw Rong Yin, he thought, he is such a dedicated actor, his reputation is not worthy of him.

The Japanese named Yamaguchi was stabbed to death silently in the carriage one night when he was about to leave here by train.The Japanese authorities were furious, and the original plan to win over Rong Yin was completely shelved, and a storm was about to hit.

21.

If there is anything worse than death in Rong Yin's life, it is probably being manipulated by others.

He is self-willed and suspicious by nature, and he will never trust anyone.

Zhao Wumian searched for his dead point, like a snake hitting seven inches, one by one.

It would be perfect for Rong Yin to kill the mute, it's like crushing an ant, he just didn't bother to do it before.

Without any effort, Zhao Wumian arranged for him to solve the serious trouble that had been hidden in the dark for a long time, and resolved a nightmare.

Rong Yin felt guilty for him, so he relaxed his vigilance and stopped restricting him everywhere.

Next, the Sleepless Project moved the kids.

It wasn't enough, he couldn't say hello without calling.

One rainy evening, Wumian went to Rong Yin and asked him to let the theater troupe go.

"They accepted the post, and a big shot invited them to go south to Shanghai for a concert. They couldn't shirk it, and they were leaving the day after tomorrow."

Rong Yin didn't doubt that there was him, he just asked:

"Are you going too?"

Sleepless smiled:

"Of course I won't go."

22.

Wumian really didn't intend to leave, he knew Rong Yin too well.As things stand now, only if he stays can he change someone else's life.

Soon, Rong Yin completely broke his face with the Japanese, and wrote a sincere letter to the national government, paving the way for the upcoming surrender.

Since then, Wu Mian has moved to Rong Yin's mansion, and the theater garden has been empty all the time, only a servant and his mother-in-law help to take care of it in their free time, and receive three or five pieces of ocean to supplement the family.

He still gets up early every day to hang his voice, but it is a pity that no one appreciates his songs.

On this day, Wumian walked out of the Rong mansion. He originally wanted to sit in the teahouse and soak up the market atmosphere, so as to find some inspiration to write a new book. But when he opened the door, the cigarette seller who was squatting opposite stood up. , smiled at him and said:

"Boss Zhao, come pack new cigarettes?"

Zhao Wumian stood beside him, picked out a box, and said calmly:

"The task is completed, why don't you leave?"

"No, the most serious tasks are beyond help."

Zhao Wumian frowned, hesitated for a moment and asked him:

"What is it?"

"Take you away."

23.

He felt strange.

There was no him in that world, and he really drifted apart from all the grotesque things, like a weak outsider.

You can't make any changes, you can only observe endlessly.

He didn't even know if his observation position had shifted, which led to a ridiculous accident.

For some reason, he hopes to break through all obstacles and step into that world himself, and he can't wait for a moment.

"Can you?" he asked the old man one last time.

"No, but maybe..." The old man paused for a moment, thoughtfully picked up a piece of paper on the table, drew a point at the beginning and end as marks, and rolled the paper into a cylinder.

They overlap.

"Although the general can't go back to the past, so as not to cause system chaos. However, we can send the person or thing you want to see through the bending and folding of time and space."

"You mean, this piece of paper is time and space..."

The old man nodded:

"Curved space-time that allows the past to overlap the present."