A big white lotus [entertainment circle]

As the most well-known Huadan at that time, many people invited Meng'an to sing, including the Japanese troops who had already stationed in Shangjing.

What they did was to create a seemingly peaceful atmosphere to conceal their aggressive intentions.To sing or not to sing is a big choice for Meng An.

If you sing, you are suspected of treason; if you don't sing, you may die.

Just when Meng'an hesitated, the Japanese "invited" Lin Manli to the Japanese Concession as a guest. This was a blatant threat.

Everyone persuaded Mengan, isn't it just to sing a play for the Japanese, so what if you sing it.Whether the country is subjugated or not, that is not something ordinary people like them can control.On the other hand, Lin Manli, who was kidnapped to the Japanese Concession, was locked in the room, fidgeting.

Are you afraid? Of course you are.

Desperate, that's not enough, she has hope in her heart, hoping that Meng'an can save her.

But after waiting and waiting, looking forward to and looking forward to, Mengan still didn't show up in the end.

On the seventh day of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, the clouds are dense, and the sky seems to be lowered into the dust, which makes people suffocate.

Lin Manli, who had been trapped in the foreign concession for three days, walked on the path in a daze.The originally radiant girl lost her vitality, her hair was messy, and there were a few wrong buttons on her jacket, but she didn't seem to notice it at all.Occasionally, Japanese soldiers made fun of her, and some even stepped forward to touch her.Lin Manli looked up at the Japanese soldiers, hatred flashed in her dull eyes.The Japanese soldier muttered a few words in displeasure, to the effect that she wanted to die, and then slapped her casually.

Lin Manli's face turned to one side, and the corner of her mouth soon overflowed with blood. She turned her head slowly, and spit on the man's face amidst all the voices mocking her.

Enraged, the Japanese soldier cursed and then pulled out a gun, and pressed it on Lin Manli's head to shoot.When the gun rang, the Japanese soldier's eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his hand to touch his head in a daze. The hat on it had already been blown away by the gun.

Gu Huaishen turned around and sneered, looking at the soldiers who raised their guns at him one after another with a sneer, walked up to Lin Manli step by step, pulled her behind him, and blocked her with his body.His subordinates also took out their guns, and they were at war with the Japanese soldiers, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

When the Japanese commander came out, he slapped the soldier first, and then told Gu Huaishen that it was all a misunderstanding and he could take him away.Gu Huai grabbed Lin Manli's wrist deeply, wrapped her in his arms and walked out.As soon as she walked out of the rental business, Lin Manli fainted in Gu Huaishen's arms. Gu Huaishen sighed deeply, picked her up, and sent her to Meng'an.

Meng An looked at Lin Manli with shock, anger, and regret in her eyes.

Gu Huaishen lit a cigarette, leaned against the window and blew out the smoke ring.After a long time, he turned his head and said to Mengan: "Take her away tomorrow morning, the weather in Beijing may change."

Meng An covered Lin Manli with the quilt, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "What about you?"

will you go

"Me?" Gu Huai looked out the window deeply, no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes, "I can't go, and I can't go."

The moonlight shone on him, making him feel cold and lonely.The cold wind was blowing outside the window, and there were only three or two remnant stars hanging alone in the sky, shining faintly.

Yiren Chengfeng died.

For some reason, Meng An suddenly thought of this sentence.Maybe it's the cold moonlight, or maybe it's Gu Huaishen who is so beautiful that it's so unreal that it always makes people feel vain.After a while, Gu Huaishen smoked a cigarette, stepped forward to hug Meng'an, and whispered in his ear, "Treasure."

Meng An's hands were hanging on both sides, her throat moved, but she still didn't say anything in the end.

Watching Gu Huaishen's back disappear at the corner of the alley, Meng An suddenly felt ominous——

He was afraid that he would never see him again.

Gu Huaishen died on a snowy night.

After the Japanese army occupied the three eastern provinces, they led their troops southward.The country should have coordinated operations, but the authorities issued an order to burn the city and not resist.When the large troops retreated one after another, Gu Huaishen stood up. He refused to set fire to destroy the city, and vowed to resist the invasion to the death, hoping to repel the enemy.

It's just that two fists can't beat four hands, the Japanese army stationed in Shangjing cooperated with the Japanese army who came to attack, and the defenders were attacked by the enemy.Ammunition was scarce, food was scarce, and the situation of the defenders became more and more difficult.The people who could escape had already fled, and the rest were the unarmed and poor people.When Gu Huaishen was still desperately defending sincerity, someone said, forget it, surrender, we can't keep it.

First one person said, then two, then more and more.

Gu Huaishen wanted to arrange for them to transfer, but no one listened to him.They are just ordinary people, even if Shangjing falls, what does it have to do with them?

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there is no Laba clear porridge, only the flames of war.

Gu's army failed to defend Shangjing in the end, the Japanese army concentrated their fighting fire, and the superiors did not provide support. Everything was the introduction to the failure of this defensive battle.But Gu Huaishen and the sergeants did not choose to surrender, the bullets were gone, the bayonet was on, the comrades were gone, I was on top.

They shouted and fought, and their bodies were splashed with other people's blood, as well as their own blood.

When the bullet pierced Gu Huaishen's chest, he was about to pull out the knife that had been pierced into the enemy's body.Everything around has lost its color, only the color of blood is still evident.Gu Huaishen drew out the knife and looked blankly at everything around him. The bright red blood looked like flowers blooming in late spring, like Meng An's thin and cool lips.

He stuck the knife on the ground to support his body, and wanted to laugh, but tears overflowed his eyes.

miss him.

Miss him very much.

I want to talk to him again, see him smile like a flower, and listen to his talk in the play.

There is no chance, never again.

Mingming was extremely unwilling, but Gu Huaishen finally fell to the ground, his hand was still stretched forward, as if trying to grab something.His pupils slowly lost focus, snowflakes fell on him, one piece, two pieces... covering the corpses everywhere, blurring the lens.

"hiss......"

The sound of sobbing and nose twisting came one after another in the theater. Xu Weiwei, who thought she had a lot of tears, held her nose and cried uncontrollably.

The gentle and elegant Gu Huaishen, the ruffian Gu Huaishen, the sacrificing Gu Huaishen for the country......

Frame by frame, like a movie version, reappeared in front of her eyes.I don't want him to die, I really don't want to.

The movie was still going on, and those people who honestly gave up their resistance did not expect that the Japanese troops who occupied Shangjing would start massacring the city that day.The coachman who used to be jealous because of the sisters in the kiln, the boy who squatted in the Liyuan listening to Meng'an singing, the middle-aged woman with a cold face and a warm heart...all the fresh faces who have come out before and made many jokes slowly It turned into gray, which made people feel sad and helpless.

"Meng'an" has achieved it, and even destroyed it too much.

Just when everyone's mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, the plot once again released a big move, pushing the atmosphere of the whole show to a climax.

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