[fanxing] actor

The adjutant poured a glass of water and gently placed it beside Wu Yifan's table, Yuhe hissed lightly, and waved his hand to tell the adjutant to go down.

Picked up a cloak and lightly covered him, saw his eyebrows furrowed, thought it was because of hatred, he was too busy these days, the situation in the Northeast is still unknown, these people can only wait and fight I can only sacrifice my life for nothing, I am afraid that the people on that side will be rampant and the people will suffer unspeakably.

Yuhe couldn't help it, and stroked his hands to wipe away his sad face, but he suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Yi Xing."

Feeling a tug in his heart, Yuhe couldn't help but sneer, he was still asleep, maybe he could meet that person in his sleep, otherwise how could he admit his mistake and reveal his heart.

"I'm not as good as a man."

She gently let go of his hand, turned around and knocked on the door to leave, she couldn't help crying.

When is Chunhuaqiuyue and how much do you know about the past?

How many gorgeous appearances, there will be a moment of curtain call, and the appearance and figure will not be able to match the ruthlessness of time.

Zhang Yixing stood on the stage like a dead man. In the past few days, they forced him to sing operas and pornographic songs. He always stood upright like a dead man.

It turns out that this so-called foreigner's house is dominated by the Japanese, and it turns out that the so-called death can't be just like that.

A few Japanese thought he didn’t sing, so they did everything they could to get him to speak. They poked his mouth with an iron plate, beat him with a whip, gouged out his flesh with a dagger, whatever viciousness, and what tricks they used. Zhang Yixing kept a sharp knife hidden in his sleeve all the time when trying to touch him. The Japanese also knew that they didn't dare to force him to be a rabbit because they were afraid that he would commit suicide.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you willing to sing?" Matsui Ichiro said coldly while sitting under the stage.

Zhang Yixing kept silent.

"Zhang Yixing, don't you want Captain Wu to end up like you?" Zhou Youliang continued.

Zhang Yixing was taken aback, and slowly turned his head to look at Zhou Youliang, sarcastically, "I want to ask, is it okay to be a dog? Did they give you a lot of bones to make you work for them like this? Back then, I really regretted not killing you .”

"You..." Zhou Youliang went up to give Zhang Yixing a few slaps, but felt a pain in his chest, looked down, and saw a knife stuck in his chest.

Zhang Yixing took a swipe, and wiped the neck of the Japanese closest to him viciously, dripping with blood.

'boom! With a gunshot, Zhang Yixing staggered and fell to the ground.

"Catch me."

Whether it's death or life, Zhang Yixing doesn't care anymore, this ugly skin just dies, it's a relief.

Suddenly, I saw that man in military uniform and iron horse, standing proudly, seeing all the prosperity.

He stroked his hands and chanted, "General, there is no fate, we are separated in a blink of an eye, naked, there is no concern for coming and going."

"Yi Xing!"

Wu Yifan who was sleeping suddenly sat up from the chair, sweating profusely, his hands propped on the table, panting heavily.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, he picked up a coat, stuffed his gun and walked out.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and he didn't come to look for him either. Is he angry? Does he still remember Yuhe's oolong that day?

I have to make amends to him and go buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, he probably likes them too.

Wu Yifan drove from Wu's mansion to Zhang Yixing's courtyard and then to Lichunyuan. He almost turned the whole area upside down for tens of miles, but Zhang Yixing was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly remembered that Yixing went to the foreigner's hall that night, shouted that it was not good, and drove straight to the foreigner's hall.

In the iron prison, Zhang Yixing was tied to a wooden post, and the prison officer beat Zhang Yixing severely with a leather whip stained with chili water. I beat him again, I didn't know how many times I repeated it, and finally I was dragged to the cell.

A Japanese came in, poked Zhang Yixing's face lying on the ground with a long knife in his hand, it was bruised and purple, and the welts were still bleeding.

He clicked his lips and mocked, "Don't you Chinese actors only rely on one face, it's a pity to break it."

Matsui Taro said, "I heard that Mr. Zhang and Captain Wu are friends in private. I have something to say to Mr. Wu."

Zhang Yixing exerted enough strength to stand up slowly. Seeing that he could still stand up, Taro Matsui sent someone to move a stool for him, but Zhang Yixing didn't even look at it, "A man must have a backbone, and a dog's stuff will kill him if he does it. .”

"You, bold." A middle-aged man scolded.

Zhang Yixing sneered, traitor, traitor to China, shame, "It's really a dog, you can bark if you want to."

"Zhang Yixing, what do you want to die?" The man pointed his gun at Zhang Yixing's head.

"Translator Qian, don't be rude to Mr. Zhang." Taro Matsui stretched out his hand to stop

"Mr. Zhang, I just wanted to listen to your play. They say that you are the best leader in Nanjing. I want you to build a bridge for us and Captain Wu, so that we can live in harmony and create a better home together. "

Zhang Yixing burst into laughter, and sneered, "Oh, I'm so sorry, you Japanese are really not welcome in our Chinese homeland, and there is no way to make peace with you."

"Mr. Zhang!" Ichiro Matsumoto was a little anxious, and said slowly, "Isn't there an old saying in your country that those who know the current affairs are the best."

"There is a saying in China that is proud and unshakable." Zhang Yixing said coldly, "I don't understand what it means, let me explain it to you. It means that Chinese people are naturally proud, and you can't just wait for Xiao Xiao to violate it at will. Yes, the Chinese people have always been firm in their will and never betrayed their own ideals. A strong man, defending the family and defending the country, this is the belief of our Chinese people, which is broad and profound, how can you, a mere Japanese invader, understand it.”

"Oh, do you understand what the Japanese bandits mean? Let me explain to you. Japanese bandits, Kou in China refers to bandits, thieves, shady rats." Zhang Yixing looked up to the sky and laughed, with a sarcastic, cold tone, "Students, do you understand? You are lowly and vulgar, everyone shouts and beats you, you are the rats, you do all kinds of evil, and the sky will destroy you."

Matsumoto Ichiro smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang is really smart, and he is so arrogant when he is hurt like this. Am I right to use bold words, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yixing snorted coldly, "This word is really suitable for you, I give it to you."

"Shut him up, I will make his life worse than death." Matsumoto Ichiro kicked away the brazier at his feet fiercely, and left in a hurry.

Zhang Yixing slowly supported the table and sat on the bench, thinking to himself, Wu Yifan, look at his inarticulate and embarrassed look just now, it's really ridiculous.

There is no grave to sing Lishang, life and death point to quicksand.