The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

"Didn't I say that the woman in the lake smelled familiar?" Zhu Junyang said, "After thinking about it, it was the smell of oil paint."

Xia Yu doesn't have a good nose like hers, so naturally she can't smell the oil paint, but she trusts Zhu Junyang completely and unconditionally.

What the boss said is definitely right!

There was a small vacuum around the foreigner who painted, and a large group of people gathered a few meters away from him and whispered.

This is to leave him a separate creative space, and it also contains the fear of such a person he has never met.

Xia Yu sneaked behind the foreigner and watched him use a brush to outline the general appearance of the stage little by little.

Li Tianyang, who was standing on the stage, widened his eyes.After all, it was obvious that a figure suddenly appeared in the vacuum zone.

Xia Yu smiled at him: "This time believe that I am from 100 years later, right?"

Li Tianyang didn't make a sound, and stood up again without a trace.

It actually takes a long time to complete an oil painting, but this foreigner seems to have used a very special kind of paint, which dries quickly, allowing him to move on to the next step quickly.

In addition, his painting skills are very good at first glance. A very delicate and realistic oil painting only took two hours to complete.

By this time, it was already late at night, and the people who watched the scene dispersed one by one. Only the theater troupe stood almost motionless for two hours.

In order to avoid being too conspicuous, Zhu Junyang put an invisibility talisman on himself, so that no one else could see him except Xia Yu.

After finishing the last stroke, the foreigner put the brush on the table beside him, took two steps back, and looked at his work.

"Very good!" he said excitedly, "It's really wonderful!"

The translator who had been waiting for a long time hurried up and had a conversation with him.

The owner of the house - the handsome guy didn't leave, he sat leisurely on a chair, and the guard next to him with a gun in his hand stepped forward and said to the class teacher: "Mr. Smith has finished the painting, you can do it." Why did you go?"

The others moved a few times to loosen their stiff muscles and bones.

The old class leader apologized and said with a smile: "Thank you, the military master, then shall we all go?"

"Wait a minute!" the interpreter stopped them, "Mr. Smith said, this painting is for you, let you take it away.

"This..." The old class leader hesitated, "Isn't this very good?"

The guard pushed him and made him stagger: "Just hold it if you tell me, why so much nonsense?"

The translator held the painting and handed it to the old head teacher: "Mr. Smith praised you for singing very well."

The old head teacher took the painting, bowed his head and thanked Smith, "Thank you sir, thank you sir."

The girl wearing a school uniform from the Republic of China opened her mouth to say something, but her mouth was covered by two men around her.

The marshal stood up slowly and walked over: "Hold the painting and continue. Remember to ask the manager for money tomorrow."

"Hey!" The old class leader responded, and bowed to the commander, "Thank you, commander, thank you, commander."

After all, he led the troupe members to their temporary resting place.

Xia Yu and Zhu Junyang looked at each other and followed their steps.

After walking for a while, the girl in the school uniform finally broke free.Angrily, she shook off the hands of the two senior brothers, pointed at the old class leader's nose and cursed: "Flaty, foreigner's lackey!"

The old head teacher's expression turned ugly in an instant.

Li Tianyang knocked off her hand: "How do you talk to the master?!"

The girl snorted coldly: "From the moment he decided to be a traitor, he is no longer my father!"

Others accused her of being so ungrateful.

The girl said: "It is because of people like you who are willing to degenerate that this country has not been liberated for a long time. At a critical moment for the survival of the country, you only think about your own safety, and you are willing to be lackeys of imperialism. The country is in an unrighteous place, you are the perfidious ones, I am ashamed to know you!"

After finishing speaking, she flicked her sleeves and left sullenly.

The faces of the rest of these people were not very good, after all, what she said was too ugly.

The old class leader's already somewhat rickety back became even more curved, and the glistening water marks in the corners of his eyes flashed, and under the light of the bright red lantern, it seemed that he was crying blood.

He was silent for a moment, and finally only sighed: "This child... oh..."

A group of people continued to walk back, but this time, the previous brisk atmosphere was no longer there.Everyone's legs were like sandbags tied to more than ten kilograms, and every step they lifted was extremely heavy.

Xia Yu felt that her heart was also heavy, as if something was pressing on it, making her breathless.

She lives in a peaceful age, and the country's economy is developing rapidly, and no one dares to underestimate it.

But now, she has only seen everything in books and TV.

For the revolution, countless heroes sacrificed for it, and hundreds of thousands of people worked hard for it. No one can deny its role. The reason why she can grow up happily is the revolution more than 100 years ago.

But... there are only a few heroes, and there are more people who don't have such a high profile, and only run around and please for their own lives.

Judging by the girl's appearance, she should be in college, so she had the opportunity to learn about revolution and liberation.

But the premise for her understanding of all this was the old class leader's flattery in exchange for it.

Zhu Junyang held her hand.

She turned her head and looked at her, and Zhu Junyang gently stroked her head.

The troupe returned to their residences - in a remote corner of the mansion.

The men packed up and crowded into a large bunk to go to bed, and the only girl, Xiao Shimei, was alone in a room.

Li Tianyang came out quietly, stood in front of Xia Yu who was sitting outside the door with her knees hugged, and looked at her motionless.

Xia Yu also looked up at him: "That little junior sister of yours is too worried."

Li Tianyang hooked his fingers at her, and led her a few steps away, to the back of the rockery in the garden of the Marshal's Mansion.

"Xiaoying is still too young, she can only see the achievements of the revolution, but not how many corpses and seas of blood are piled up on the achievements." Li Tianyang said, "Master has been walking around the streets for so many years, and he also has some contacts. , he knew a stronghold of the underground party, and originally planned to sell it to the commander-in-chief to find a shelter for the troupe..."

Stories from hundreds of years ago are connected in series.

The old troupe owner wanted to sell information, so he recommended himself to perform at the Marshal's Mansion on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th. The foreigner Smith, who was a guest at the Marshal's Mansion, filled the previously blank oil painting with the shadow of the theater troupe on a whim.This is where the painting came from.

Li Tianyang continued: "Later, the master told me that my junior sister was going to participate in the revolution, and he couldn't let her have a traitor father, so he rotted this matter in his stomach."

Finally he looked at her: "Now I believe you're from 100 years from now, when did the revolution succeed?"

For a moment, Xia Yu felt her eyes became a little sore, she sniffed, nodded and said, "Well, it worked, the country was liberated, and the more it develops, the better it will be, and I will never be bullied by other countries again... "

"That's good..." Li Tianyang looked up at the sky. Under the dark night, there were faintly a few stars shining faintly, which seemed to be the last hope of this country.

A single spark can probably start a prairie fire...

The two sat on the ground together, and with Zhu Junyang's acquiescence, Xia Yu talked a lot about the future. Li Tianyang's eyes sparkled, as if he had really seen the beautiful blueprint she described.

Seeing that there was a red light in the sky in the distance, Li Tianyang stood up, patted the dust behind him, and said with a smile: "Thank you, although I don't know why you are looking for me, but if you need me If you can help, just say it."

Xia Yu didn't refuse either, and directly complied.

They finished their conversation and started to walk back. Not long after they walked, they saw a group of people approaching noisyly. That direction was where the troupe lived.

Li Tianyang went up to stop a person, and asked: "My little brother, what happened over there?"

"You are... that Li Tianyang?" The young man looked him up, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, Li Tianyang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

The young man said: "That little junior sister of yours blocked all the windows and doors and set them on fire, but none of the people inside escaped... What a crime..."

His body shook twice, he became dizzy for a while, and almost fell directly to the ground.

"Li Tianyang!" Xia Yu wanted to help him, but was in vain.

The young man said again: "Your little junior sister was taken to the cell. So many lives...she probably wants to be shot."

There was a buzzing in Li Tianyang's ears, he didn't hear what he said at all, and rushed forward with his head buried.

Xia Yu quickly followed him.

When they got closer, they could see the sky that was burnt red. Before, they thought the morning sun was the light of fire.

In such a short period of time, these houses had been burned down to nothing but wreckage. Li Tianyang ran here panting, and immediately fell to his knees on the ground when he saw this scene.

Tears were streaming down his face, his whole body fell on the ground, and he beat the ground with his fists, roaring like a trapped animal: "How dare she...how dare she!"

The friends and relatives who were talking and laughing at Yanyan just now were reduced to ashes in an instant. The man cried hoarsely, his whole body trembling violently.

Xia Yu covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.

She thought of what Li Tianyang said just now; she thought of the old class leader saying that her daughter should not have a traitor father; she thought of Li Tianyang's shining eyes when he talked about the success of the revolution...

A big fire burns it all up.

Including his relatives, friends and hopes for the future...

Zhu Junyang also closed his eyes, not looking at the crying man lying on the ground.

"This is destiny." A voice came into the ears of the two girls. Xia Yu raised her head and found a person wearing a costume and heavy makeup standing beside them at some point.

"I didn't expect that you could find this place."