After the change, the stand-in and the second male ran away [Transmigration Book]

The setting sun fell on the bank of the river, and the front gate of Ren's old house was deserted.

The mothers and maids who were in charge of cleaning and cleaning resigned and fled. There was a lame old Qin who couldn't leave, and the stubborn ones still guarded the old house, living in seclusion every day.

After the National Army stationed here withdrew, all the wealthy people in the town fled to Shanghai.The young and old of the Ren family also took the ferry overnight and stayed with old friends of Mr. Ren.

Ren Weiran came back from the team this time to take back the heirloom jade pendant that he hadn't had time to take away for his father.The old man kept saying that it was handed down by the ancestors of the Ren family, and if he lost it, he would have no shame to go down to see his ancestors.

Time has passed, and Ren Weiran couldn't help feeling a lot of emotions when he stepped into the old house of the Ren family again.

I still remember that he joined the army with pride back then, but after seeing so many miserable comrades in the rear, he suddenly felt a kind of fear in his heart.

He was afraid that he would never see his family again, his fiancée Xin Liu, and even if there was a bright day, he would not be able to see it in person.

"I found it!" Xin Liu, who was traveling with her, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found a piece of clear jade pendant from under her father's bed, "Wei Ran, can you see if it's this?"

Xin Liu interrupted Ren Weiran's thoughts, he raised his head, took the jade pendant from her hand, recognized it for a moment, and nodded.

"Okay, I found what Uncle asked for. The ferry leaves at night, can I have a look around this house?"

Xin Liu was wearing a green embroidered cheongsam, with a graceful waist, plump and beautiful.When talking, a pair of smart and beautiful eyes are like looking at each other, and every frown and smile is unforgettable.

Such a beautiful fiancée, Ren Weiran doesn't know how long he can look at, and whether he will completely let her down.

Ren Weiran stared at her for a few more seconds, took Xin Liu's hand and shook it cherished, "Okay, I'll call Lao Qin, and we'll walk around with you."

Although Lao Qin's legs and feet were bad, he was still in good spirits. He took Xin Liu around the house and spoke clearly and logically.

"This is the room where our young master was born."

"Our young master liked playing jujube in this yard the most when he was young."

"Oh, there used to be an old cat living here, raised to catch mice, and then it disappeared. I don't know if it died."

Ren Weiran felt a lot, and came to the backyard of Ren's old house alone.

At this time, it was sunset, and the river shimmered with golden light, but the embankment was depressed and deserted.

Ren Weiran played with the jade pendant, walked slowly to the side of the small slope, thinking about what happened just now, with a lot of thoughts.

"...Acquaintances are half scattered, I ask you when you will return here, and don't linger when you come."

Suddenly, a familiar song came from the river embankment.It was obviously a tune often sung in elementary schools, but it was sung by a vicissitudes of life, dragging on and on, very desolate.

Feeling strange, Ren Weiran quickly walked a few steps over there, and saw a man in ragged clothes.

The singing stopped, the man turned his head, Ren Weiran was startled.

This person's face seemed to have been burned by something, and the scars were connected with scars, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the facial features.

"Are you from the Ren family?" The man looked at it for a moment and opened his mouth first.

"Well, who are you?" Ren Weiran walked over, sat down, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the man.

The afterglow slowly faded from among them, filling the river with brilliance.

"A deserter." The man let out a sneer from his throat, and turned his head to look at the river view.

"What a coincidence, I'm also in the team." Ren Weiran didn't feel uncomfortable, but explained his situation to the stranger, "The ones in the rear supply team have never been to the front line."

"I can see it," the man pointed to the scar on Ren Weiran's face. He spat out the grass roots in his mouth, took out a cigarette butt from his pocket, and looked for matches everywhere.Ren Weiran took out a lighter from his pocket, protected him from the wind, and lit the cigarette butt.

The man exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly, "I originally belonged to Division 102, and I was hit by the brat's incendiary bullet."

"When the health team rescued me, I swore that I would never go to that place again." He was silent for a while, "Then I took the boat here while they were not paying attention."

"You tell me this, aren't you afraid that I will expose you to the higher authorities?" Ren Weiran sat up straight, "I heard that there will be rewards for catching deserters."

"Are you missing it?" The man chuckled, and pointed at the jade pendant held by Ren Weiran with the cigarette.

"Even if you go to expose me, they can't control it anymore. Now that the battle line is tight, who has the spare time to come out and arrest people?" The man held a cigarette, scratched the center of his eyebrows with his little finger, and his voice became desolate, "We fight, that's all It's a victory of one person's life. Those who block the guns, those who are the targets... my brothers."

Before he finished speaking, he choked up.

The disfigured man gasped for breath, hot tears rolling in his eyes.

"Why do you say there is a war?"

"Why do those hateful little |Japanese| come to grab our land, kill our people, and burn our things?"

"Is it because we are behind?"

Ren Weiran couldn't answer the man's series of question marks, he just felt that every word of the man was like a huge stone, hitting his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"What if, what if we really lose?"

"What if no one knows about the sacrifices of thousands of our compatriots in the future?"

"Those who were bullied, those who rushed out of the trenches to fight with the devils, those who were flying planes but were blown to death in the sky, those ordinary people who died, those..."

The man couldn't continue talking, the smoke between his fingers quickly burned to the end, he was burned before he realized it, and silently put out the cigarette.

"I'm a useless deserter, I'm not qualified to say these things." The man patted the ashes on his hands, pulled the straw, continued to hold it in his mouth, and stared at the setting sun in a daze.

"Someone will remember." Ren Weiran broke the silence, he clenched his fists, and the man turned his head to look at him.

"Those who have experienced it will remember it, our descendants will remember it, and everyone in the world will remember it." Ren Weiran said, but his expression became more determined.

The man froze for a moment, then smiled heartily, the scars on his face were distorted, looking like a tattered sack.

"Okay." The man stood up and stretched himself facing the setting sun, Ren Weiran looked up at his back.

"I am not qualified to return to the team with my status. Today's scenery is very beautiful, and the words are comfortable." The man turned his head and smiled at him, and said slowly: "You have to remember these things for me."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward and jumped into the sparkling river.

The turbulent river carried his body to the east, and the setting sun was reflected there, like a rising red sun.

Ren Weiran stood up and saluted in that direction for a long, long time.

Those confusions, those things accumulated in my heart like a boulder, seemed to be washed away by the surging river, and the courage I had when I was high-spirited a few years ago was left behind again, turned into a thought, a force, full of limbs Baike.

His heart was beating fast, his eyes were shining, and the sun was reflected inside.

"Okay—click!"

The shooting assistant hit the board, and the teachers in the props group quickly pulled up the net. Several bodyguards went down to the river and fished Muhri out of the river together.

"Mr. Mu worked hard, Mr. Mu worked hard."

Muhri was wrapped in a bath towel by the shooting assistant, and walked from the river to the shooting location, with voices of admiration one after another.

"It's really beneficial to play with you." Qiu Zhuo went up to help Muhri, his eyes full of respect.

"The young man is not bad. Director Lin said you are good, and that is indeed the truth." Muhri bumped Qiu Zhuo with his shoulder in a friendly manner, "There are a few places that are handled very well, and you are experienced with other young actors. a lot of."

Qiu Zhuo shook his head modestly.

Zhu Hanrui, who had watched the play again and again, rushed over wearing a green cheongsam costume, her nose still twitching.

Zhu Hanrui watched the scene just now on the monitor next to the director.

Qiu Zhuo didn't show any falsehood throughout the whole process, and completely caught Muhri's performance. The two cooperated to exaggerate and exaggerate their emotions, reaching the final climax.This is simply a textbook-level fairy fight.

"I'm so touched, woo woo woo." Zhu Hanrui's eyes were also red, and she patted Qiu Zhuo's shoulder with admiration and pride, "I said you can do it."

"Master, hurry up and coax your fiancée, let's see how she is crying." The actor who played Lao Qin also came to join in the fun, teasing the two of them.

There was a burst of laughter around, Zhu Hanrui let them laugh openly, and wiped her nose on her own.Anyway, Qiu Zhuo and Mr. Rong are a couple, and he is not guilty, so he is not afraid at all.

Thinking of Mr. Rong, Zhu Hanrui turned sideways and asked Qiu Zhuo quietly: "Why didn't your family come today?"

Qiu Zhuo said with a smile: "He has been very busy in the company recently. Besides, he is not with him every day. How did you get this idea?"

"Hey, it was when you were filming the heavy city," Zhu Hanrui rolled her eyes a little, "It's also delivering food to the crew, and visiting the set at work. My dad isn't that diligent, right?"

"Boss Rong only picks you to come here, the whole thing is like clocking in." Zhu Hanrui laughed, "It's no wonder he, we are so good, why don't we fascinate people?" Zhu Hanrui picked She raised her eyebrows, and after speaking, she was pulled over by the makeup artist to touch up her makeup.

Qiu Zhuo was left standing alone.

Qiu Zhuo was in a daze in a daze at the sound of the wind on the shore.

Did you like it from such an early age...?

At the end of the day's filming, Qiu Zhuo returned to the hotel exhausted and began to rest.

Rong Zehuai's video call came on time, and Qiu Zhuo answered it immediately.

"How are you today?" Rong Zehuai's handsome face appeared on the screen, and Qiu Zhuo held the phone, feeling comfortable physically and mentally.

"It's not bad. I gained a lot from filming with old actors." Qiu Zhuo changed into his nightgown, leaned against the head of the bed, and spoke lazily.

Rong Zehuai is still working overtime in the office at the moment, approving various reports, occasionally looking up at the phone, his eyes can no longer leave the screen.

The lights in the hotel were dim, Qiu Zhuo was wearing a dark blue satin nightgown, and his fair chest could be seen from the angle of the phone.

Maybe it was just after taking a hot bath, Qiu Zhuo's hair was half wet, and the exposed skin was also stained a little crimson.

"But I'm so tired today." Rong Zehuai put down the pen he was signing quickly, his eyes drooped, and he looked at Qiu Zhuo with his head propped up, "There are so many things at work, I have to approve everything myself."

As soon as he lowered his voice, the whole sentence showed the meaning of grievance.

Qiu Zhuo couldn't bear his pitiful appearance, so he quickly comforted him.

"Qiu Zhuo, can you..." Rong Zehuai succeeded in his plan and quickly made excessive demands.

After hearing this, Qiu Zhuo's ears turned red, and he quickly shook his head, "No way!"

"But I'm really tired. I miss you all day long, and you haven't sent me a single message." Rong Zehuai lowered his eyebrows, acting coquettishly naturally.

Qiu Zhuo hesitated for a long time, and nodded under his soft and hard way, with a blushing face.

Rong Zehuai hung up the phone with a satisfied face.

"Good night."

Qiu Zhuo turned off the screen of his phone, grabbed the sheet and got under the quilt, his whole body went limp from embarrassment.

"Good night." He added in a low voice to the darkness.

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