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"Ancient and Modern Romance" is Mo Qing's main variety show, with the theme of dialogue between ancient and modern times, to promote traditional culture.

This world is fictitious, and some places are different from the real world.

For example, in history, black fans have fabricated a history, but the world evolved from history is 70.00% similar.

And the variety show two days later will appear in the eyes of everyone in another form, live broadcast.

This will mean that the actor must have perfect acting skills without any mistakes.

This episode of the program is "Mr. Luo", a child born in a merchant's family, but has...a heart of compassion for all living beings.

He watched the imperial court bullying the common people, regardless of right and wrong, the prison was full of wronged people, and the wailing was endless.

He was extremely sad, he traveled for thirteen years and helped countless people.

Under the oppression of the imperial power, the common people couldn't bear it anymore and rose up in rebellion, wanting to support Mr. Luo as emperor.

There was a man who was jealous of Mr. Luo, asked him to have a night talk one night, poisoned Mr. Luo to death in wine, and even wanted to throw his body in the wilderness. After he was discovered, that person was beaten to death by angry crowd.

In order to commemorate this person, people built ancestral halls, statues...

The director attaches great importance to this story, and has found countless people to audition, but he still can't find a satisfactory one. Countless expectations have failed, and he is disheartened.

The director didn't expect much until he heard that someone had taken the role.

I heard that this person is Lin Qing who has no acting experience.

A trainee, no experience, no works.

He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, so he rushed to his company on the spot, shook the CEO's collar and asked him, are you going to smash your own signboard!

Our company is going to close down, you just say it, I can bear it.

I heard that Lin Qing didn't even participate in the rehearsal!I'm so pissed off!

If this kind of person can act well, I will stand upside down and eat.

This variety show live broadcast was proposed by him, and now it is ruined in his hands, and he will resign after the variety show is over.

I thought Mo Qing was a good company, but I didn't expect it to be like this regardless of right and wrong, making her a good company so inhuman!

The old man was so pissed off!

As the time for the live broadcast approached, the director became less and less willing to face it. He turned around, and his back showed vicissitudes.

Finally, the live broadcast started.

After the show started broadcasting, it became popular all the way and accumulated many fans.

At this time, as soon as the live broadcast started, the number of viewers increased rapidly, reaching a shocking number.

At the beginning of the show, it was full of red, red lanterns, red lanterns, and people coming and going on the long covered bridge.

A young man stood on a tall building, watching the bustling downstairs.

He took a sip from his glass, with a slender neck and fair and slender fingers.

Just a side face amazed the audience, and the barrage fell silent.

The young man spoke his lines.

"Everyone in the world knows that the Great Moon Dynasty was prosperous, but no one knows that there are endless bones buried under the corridor bridge, and the flesh and blood of the common people are piled under the dragon chair."

The young man left with a big laugh, and the hem of his blue clothes swept across neatly.

No one could see his face clearly, only his profile.

Yellow sand flying, bloody flying swords, long swords and random arrows intertwined, the young man's indifferent cheeks were vaguely exposed in the chaotic scene, but everyone could see the blurred tears in his eyes.

He is sad, the emperor is licentious, the ministers are greedy for pleasure, the soldiers go out to die, and the people are oppressed to the point of being unable to survive.

In this sick world, he can't do anything, his strength is too small.

But he never concedes defeat.

He used his wisdom to lead the soldiers to defeat the enemy, went deep into the forest to hunt, led them to farm, and taught them to weave clothes with cotton...

He is their military adviser, and also their relative and friend. After teaching them the skills of survival, he is ready to leave.

The soldiers knelt and watched him go, until long after the figure disappeared, they still knelt for a long time, like a heavy stone, staying in place for a long time, watching the dandelion go away.

When he was about to leave, everyone did not persuade him, but expressed their reluctance with actions.

They know the ambition of the military division, he is a person with the world in mind, and he will not stay here forever.

All they can keep is his back.

In this short story, what the young man left for the audience is only the side profile and the back view, but it makes people feel that he is Mr. Luo himself. His inadvertent movements, when he looks into the distance, he reveals his profile, and his eyes are full of compassion.

He will not make others feel that he is acting, but that he is the person in the play, coming from the picture thousands of years ago to the screen, so that everyone knows him.

Mr. Luo traveled from Kyoto to Mobei, and from Mobei to Jiangnan.

The Jiangnan water town has a lot of water and rain.

At this time, it was raining continuously in the south of the Yangtze River, and there were many sudden floods. The people carried their bags from one place to another. Left in a daze.

Finally died of hunger, no one paid attention to their corpses, the smell of decay was strong, those people seemed to be walking dead, without any feeling.

They live, but seem dead.

On this day, a young man in white appeared at the city gate and brought grain seeds.

Those people did not go forward to loot, but looked at him quietly, without emotion in their eyes.

The young man knew that these people had lost their hearts, and in this world, they would not be able to survive for long.

He distributed the food to the children and asked them to take it to their parents. Slowly, those people began to eat the food.

He is cultivating wasteland, and the plants he grows are full of vitality and vitality.

The child looked curiously at the side, and poked Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya trembled, and the child smiled happily.

He reads books and teaches writing to children, and here he is a teacher who imparts wisdom.

They called him Lofuzi.

Hope slowly blooms in this down-and-out crowd, and there is light in everyone's eyes.

He told them that hope needs hard work, and that the grass is crushed by stones, and they must learn to resist the huge stones that are huge to him.

Some people rely on their own wisdom to figure out how to build bridges, but to realize it requires the help of countless people.

If you can’t do it yourself, then everyone should do it together.

He left here again, what he left to the soldiers was the ability to survive, and what he left to these people was the spark of hope.

Layers of fog and blood spread, this city angered the emperor, and the whole city was executed.

The smell of blood lingers for a long time, and the smell of corpses stretches for ten miles.

A child sat in front of the corpses of his parents, shaking a rattle and singing a song that A Niang sang to himself.

He looked at the young man who appeared in front of him, and hid behind the pillar, revealing his frightened eyes.

Mr. Luo stopped where he was, his warm eyes made people put down his guard, and the child walked out slowly, hugging the young man's leg.

"Father and mother didn't move at all."

"Brother, I'm hungry~"

The eyes of the people in front of the screen were red, and some even shed tears.

The young man silently picked up the child and brought him a piece of dry food.

The fog reappeared, covering the current scene.

The mist slowly dissipated, and the young man walked out slowly. He carried the child and walked out of the deep bamboo forest.

This was the first time he showed his face.

But it surprised everyone, the director watched with gusto, there is something about this Lin Qing.

He raised his head, the emotions in his eyes were dark and unclear, it was hatred, pity, sharpness, compassion...

This is the most important change for Mr. Luo. He realized that helping others can no longer solve the current problems. If he wants to let the people live and work in peace and contentment, he must overthrow the emperor and this precarious country.

He begins to meet people, and his wit makes him the center of attention.

He has a right-hand man who helps him with some things.

These people often talk all night long, not only to avoid the eyes of the court, but also to avoid implicating innocent people.

They hide and hide, walking on thin ice.

Finally, one autumn, they led the people, rushed to the palace, and killed the emperor and unscrupulous ministers.

The dynasty they longed for is coming.

At this time, the right-hand man invited him to talk at night, and the two of them sat in front of the stone table in the yard, the moon was high in the sky, and the breeze was blowing, blowing his loose long hair.

He drank the wine handed by his right-hand man, and under the beautiful night sky, he took out his flute.

He stood up, and under the tree, the flute sounded melodiously accompanied by the breeze and bright moon.

The top note is sad and tactful, with endless desolation, and the middle note rises slightly. Hope is like a kindling hope that spreads among everyone. They work together to achieve great things.

The back tune is full of anticipation and joy. The dynasty he is looking forward to will come, and the Haiyan Heqing he imagined, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, will soon come true.

Before he finished blowing, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, staring directly at the bright moon, he slowly closed his eyes.

The person sitting in front of the window on the other side burst out of the room with his eyes wide open.

The right-hand man burst into tears, the matter had come to this point, he could no longer keep him, he was going to throw him into the wilderness, and when he became emperor, he would bury him properly.

He took out the farewell letter he had prepared long ago, as long as everyone thought he had left, no one would find out that Mr. Luo was dead.

But he didn't expect a person to rush into the yard suddenly, with a face full of hatred.

He slumped on the ground, trying to run, but found that the surroundings were full of people.

He was dragged out by the angry crowd, beaten to death with sticks, and thrown to the wild dogs. The wild dogs seemed to dislike him, and turned around and left without even looking at him.

The youth was lifted up carefully, and everyone was silent and sad.

The heavy sadness infects the audience off-screen, and they who were brought into the plot by Lin Qing have long been unable to separate their minds from paying attention to other things.

They burst into tears and made small weeping sounds, and the director wiped his face.

In the sky full of red, he was burned to ashes, divided into countless parts and brought home by people from all over the place, sprinkled in rivers, mountains, deep forests...

he said,

If one day I die and burn my body to ashes and scatter it in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, I want to enjoy all the beautiful things in this world.

The ancient part ends with the pious worship of the people every year. They all think that in such a beautiful and bright moon, people with the world in mind should be gods in the sky, and they are willing to be his most devout believers.

The lights dimmed, and all the pictures returned to darkness.

Footsteps sounded, the lights came on, and a young man walked in. He stroked the statue of Mr. Luo, bowed reverently, and looked into the distance.

The light came on again.

Mr. Luo was sitting in the bamboo grove, smelling the fragrance of tea. He raised the teacup and took a sip. He looked up, his eyelashes were long, his nose was straight, and his red lips were moist.

This person is familiar to many people, but they can't remember it for a while.

Ancient and modern each occupy half, and they start a dialogue.

The exchange between the ancient son and the modern student is profound, but it makes people understand this man with the world in mind.

Some of his little shortcomings, embarrassing things, touching little things.

After an hour of live broadcast, the audience is still not satisfied, not to mention there is a big melon behind.

But the live broadcast is not over, there will be interviews later.