[fanxing] actor

On October 10, New China was established.The whole country cheered, and the lights of thousands of houses were lit at night.China's Eastern sleeping lion is slowly waking up.

The streets and alleys of Nanjing City were extremely lively, decorated with lights and festoons, and the trumpets on the houses were blared. A crowd of people gathered together to watch the superb performance of the People's Liberation Army on the stage.

"It's been a long time since I went to the theater." The old man who was over a year old looked at the stage with not very bright eyes?

"This is not a play, it's a performance." The grandson next to the old man emphasized his voice.

"Oh, it's not a play." The old man suddenly realized, and lost his mind for a moment.

After a long time, he said, "What is this singing about?"

"Grandpa, this is a show given by the People's Liberation Army, not an opera." The grandson looked at the wonderful performance on the stage, reluctant to turn his eyes, and shouted to the old man.

"Oh." The old man nodded. He looked left and right, but he didn't seem to find the person he was looking for. With great difficulty, he stood up while supporting the ground, and slowly withdrew from the crowd with his immobile legs.

"It's changed, it's all changed." The old man leaned on his crutches, looked back, and then looked up to the northwest direction. The place had changed, completely changed.

"Grandpa, why did you come out?" The boy who found the old man missing chased him out and helped the old man.

"Go and see, I'm just a little tired." The old man smiled and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" the boy asked.

"It's nothing, I just remembered the past." The old man smiled bitterly.

The young man said: "Grandpa and my grandson, please tell me about your past."

"In the past?" The old man raised his head and looked to the northwest again. He smiled suddenly and pointed to the tall building over there with a trembling finger. "It was prosperous in the past, and the opera singing there was really good."

"It has been rebuilt now." The boy said.

"Yeah, things are not the same as before, and people are not the same as before." The old man sighed deeply, shook his head, and walked towards home.

"16 years ago, the building was called Lichun Garden, and the business was booming. People from all over the world came here from afar just to watch a play by Mr. Zhang." The old man said with a smile.

"Who is Zhang Erye, grandpa." The young man was confused and lowered his head to ask.

"Second Master Zhang, Second Master Zhang..." The old man smiled bitterly, "Is that little bastard doing well in that place? Back then he came all the way from Beiping and entered my theater. Where is the light?"

"Has grandpa ever opened a theater?" the boy exclaimed.

The old man answered irrelevantly: "I'm a fan of that little bastard."

The young man was even more confused: "Who is this second master?"

The old man remained silent for a long time, then he murmured to himself in a low voice: "There is no second master in this world, and no one can compare with him."

Outside the thatched hut on the barren slope, Zhang Yixing collected the dry clothes and was about to go back to his small house. Suddenly, fireworks burst into the sky, and he heard the sound and looked up.

Bunches of fireworks rushed into the night sky and bloomed with the sound of cannons. It tried its best to show its beauty, and then fell from the sky.

Just for a moment, a flash in the pan.

Zhang Yixing looked sad, shook his head, and went back to the thatched cottage.

This world has nothing to do with him anymore, his life is like that firework, it will come to an end after it blooms.

He sat by the bed and stroked the jade pendant Wu Yifan left him, smiling slightly.

He was waiting for Wu Yifan to come back, so he refused to fall down, his already broken body was still holding on, if he couldn't see that person, he absolutely couldn't fall down.

Zhang Yixing lay down slowly, put the jade pendant on his heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

You have to remember to come back.

On January 1951, 1, when Nanjing was about to establish a college, black cars drove into the Nanjing Military Academy. As a soldier, Lu Han was already indispensable, and now he greeted his comrades from Peking at the gate of the school.

"Comrade Luhan, long time no see." The leader smiled while holding Luhan's hand.

"Shangfeng, okay." Luhan straightened his waist and saluted, even though his right leg was not very convenient, he still stood very steadily.

"Brother Lu." Wu Shixun stepped forward, looking at Luhan with a smile.

Luhan was overjoyed and was about to walk over.Seeing the person behind him, he was stunned.

"General Lu, good." Wu Shixun led the boy to salute Lu Han.

Lu Han came to his senses and returned the salute, but still couldn't take his eyes off the boy's face.

"You?" He's not Wu Yifan, why does he look so similar to Wu Yifan.

"Did Brother Lu mistake my nephew for Wu Yifan?" Wu Shixun asked with a smile.

"Nephew?" Lu Han was puzzled.

"Hello General, Wu Yifan is my father, and my mother's name is Yuhe." The boy spoke forcefully.

"Wu Yifan and Yuhe's son? Huh." Lu Han suddenly sneered, "It's grown so big."

He actually forgot that he never told Zhang Yixing that Wu Yifan had a son.

After finishing the ceremony, Wu Shixun went to find Luhan, the two met each other speechlessly, apart from those false polite words, they couldn't find anything to say.

On the way here, Wu Shixun thought a lot about what he wanted to say to Lu Han, he had too many things to say, but when he met his person, he couldn't find a word.

Perhaps as long as he can see that he is safe and sound, it is the best.

"Didn't you see a doctor for Brother Lu's leg?" Wu Shixun was the first to break the silence.

"I've looked for it, I looked for it a few years ago, but the answer is the same, so I don't feel relieved anymore." Lu Han said.

Wu Shixun plucked up his courage, and said, "The doctors over there in Peking are all very skilled. Come back with me, Brother Lu..."

Luhan refused: "No need, I'm fine like this."

"Uncle Lu." The boy searched for a long time and finally found Lu Han who was with Wu Shixun.

Stepping forward, he asked, "Uncle Lu, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Lu Han asked.

"I came here this time to find someone." The young man handed Lu Han a thick stack of letters, with the three big characters of 'Zhang Yixing' impressively written on it.

"My mother cleaned my father's room not long ago and found 36 letters, all of which were signed by the same person."

"This is written by my father to Mr. Zhang for many years, but I don't know why it hasn't been mailed out." The boy said: "I remember my father told me when I was young that Mr. Zhang was not dead. I didn't see Mr. Zhang's body back then. I don’t know why my father has always believed that Mr. Zhang is not dead, but I asked everyone who knew this Mr. Zhang, and they all said he was dead.”

Luhan was stunned and listened to him quietly.

"So Uncle Lu, is this Mr. Zhang still here? If he is, these letters should be handed over to him in place of my father. This can be regarded as fulfilling my father's last wish."

"Brother Lu." Wu Shixun looked at Lu Han eagerly, his heart was pulled hard, he really wanted to hear Lu Han say that sentence: Zhang Yixing is not dead.

"He..." Lu Han hesitated, whether he should say it or not, if he did, Zhang Yixing would know that Wu Yifan is not alive, then, after so many years of hard work, how could he bear this kind of news? There is no desire to survive.

If you don't tell me, just keep it from him...

Lu Han hesitated for a long time before saying: "Go to the barren slope in the east of the city and have a look, maybe you can find what you want to find."

"Brother Lu!" Wu Shixun was both surprised and delighted, and he couldn't react. Seeing that his nephew had already started the car, he rushed into the car, as if his despair had revived.

"I know you don't want to live like this at all, so I will make you happy, Ah Xing, I will make you happy, but I am not happy at all." Lu Han's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and his black eyes slightly lit up Frustrated, he pinched his nose with his hand, got up and got into the car, and followed Wu Shixun's car.

As the sun sets in the west, you can calculate with your fingers, 18 years have passed, and the stars have moved.On the barren slope, the vegetation is withered and yellow, lifeless, and even this place feels very depressing.

Wu Shixun walked in the front. He couldn't wait to see Master. His leather shoes made a sound on the moss-covered stone road under his feet. He finally came back. This place he missed the most.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

It's great that Master is still alive.

It's just that he didn't know that the next second when he saw the white-haired old man with a hunchback by the river, he would never believe that that person was his master.

"Old man, may I ask, is there a person named Zhang Yixing here?" Xiao Wu searched for a long time, but he didn't see the person in his father's letter.

Zhang Yixing, who was picking wild vegetables, heard the noise behind him, and slowly raised his head. At that moment, as if time stood still, everything except that face lost its brilliance.

His eyes turned red in an instant, and he stared straight at the strange yet familiar face in front of him, who smiled kindly, Zhang Yixing only felt a heart-piercing pain in his chest.

Seeing the other party's silence, Xiao Wu was puzzled and asked, "Old sir?"

His old gentleman brought Zhang Yixing back to reality, he wiped his tears indiscriminately, and nodded.

Xiao Wu was overjoyed: "I am here to visit him instead of my father, could the old man tell me where he is conveniently?"

father?Zhang Yixing was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but look carefully at the person in front of him.After a while, the indifferent affection returned, yes, he and Yuhe are already married, he should have thought of it a long time ago, shouldn't he?

Seeing that Zhang Yixing didn't reply, Xiao Wu asked again: "Old man, I'm really in a hurry, so just tell me where he is."

Zhang Yixing reached out and wrote on Xiao Wu's hand: "Is he okay?"

Xiao Wu suddenly realized that he couldn't speak, so he shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said with a half-sad look: "Father died in the battle seven years ago."

Like the heavy lightning strikes from the clear sky, Zhang Yixing felt a 'thump' in his heart, and fell into the bottomless abyss.

His eye-catching tears, accompanied by your deep-seated despair, sneaked into the bottom of my heart.

Seeing Zhang Yixing actually shed tears, Xiao Wu was very surprised, he didn't care to ask the other party why he had such a sudden expression, so he left, he only regarded it as a friend of his father before his death.

And Wu Shixun behind him was so weak that he couldn't even move his feet.

He tried so hard to come up with lips that were hesitant to speak a few times.With a hoarse voice, he called: "Master."

Zhang Yixing didn't respond to him, but staggered step by step and moved into the thatched hut with difficulty.

He waited for 18 years, and all he got in return was "sacrificed seven years ago". Next, just to be able to see Wu Yifan again, now, this little wish can no longer be fulfilled.

He sat on the bed calmly, picked up the jade pendant from under the pillow, and stroked/touched it with both hands.

"You promised me that you would come back alive to see me, so why didn't your words count?"

"Since you're leaving, why don't you take me with you?"

"Wu Yifan, you are really cruel. For so many years, you have left me alone in this world."

"These 18 years have been nothing but nothing."

Standing outside the door, Wu Shixun was already crying badly. He didn't dare to go in, and he didn't dare to speak. He had no other choice but to cry foolishly outside the door.

When Lu Han arrived, he saw this scene and understood it in his heart. He slowly squatted beside Zhang Yixing's legs, looked at his red eyes but refused to let them fall, his heart tightened suddenly, and he handed over the more than 30 letters to Zhang Yixing. In Zhang Yixing's hands.

"His letter to you."

Zhang Yixing tightly held the thick stack of letters, and did not open them, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"I know, I know what you're thinking, I support whatever you want to do." Lu Han sniffed, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Ah Xing, I'm right outside the door, You can call me anytime."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but Zhang Yixing didn't respond. He got up, walked out slowly, and closed the door behind him.

I don't know how long it took before Zhang Yixing slowly moved his numb hands and opened the letters one by one.

On the yellowed letter paper was handwriting that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he carefully read every letter, every sentence, every word.

"Little Yixing sees the words like faces. When he first arrived in the north, he occasionally felt uncomfortable. It was caused by the acclimatization of the water and the soil. But there is no need to worry. He has already recovered. I am afraid that he has a heart disease. There is no cure for it. The only way to cure it is to see his sweetheart. Dear love, written by Wu Fan himself."

Zhang Yixing touched the handwriting with his fingers, followed by a smile, and opened the next one.

"Xiao Yixing sees the words: the letter I sent last time was rejected, the telegram couldn't be delivered, and I feel anxious. I don't have any news from you, and the days are like years. You are well, can you eat well, can you sleep at night? "

"All the letters have been rejected again, Yixing, what's the situation with you, is the letter to me also rejected? Ah Xing, I miss you so much."

"When I heard that Nanjing was massacred by Japan, I returned to Nanjing non-stop. I couldn't find you, and I didn't have any news from you. I had a glimmer of hope in my heart. Every day, every minute, is suffering."

"I know you are still alive, and I dreamed back to Hades in the middle of the night and told me that there is no your soul in the underworld, so I am even more sure that you are not dead, you wait for me, and I will go back when I avenge this blood sea."

"Eight years, today is your birthday, how are you doing? Did you eat longevity noodles on your birthday? The old man said that eating longevity noodles can lead to health and longevity. You have to obediently eat up the longevity noodles. I miss you, really really miss you."

"I don't want to take revenge anymore. What does this land and country have to do with me? I just want to spend the rest of my life with you peacefully. I don't have the slightest news of you. Although the Mountain League is here, it's hard to entrust the book. Yixing, you know, This longing is like wild grass, almost drowning me."

……

The waning moon hangs high, and in the dark room there is only peripheral light penetrating through the cracks, and the small bed is covered with letters.Zhang Yixing clutched his chest, his eyes were empty, and a long-lost smile bloomed on his face.

The love in this life is hard to describe, parting from you, recalling that you are by your side, and going through the vicissitudes together, I follow you with my heart, and I have never regretted it.

You walk slowly on the road of reincarnation, and I will come to find you right away, Huangquan Biluo, the bank of Wangchuan River, and meet you again.

Those clear and bright eyes closed slowly, with the old indifferent smile on his face, and he quietly lowered his hands.