Emperor Superstar Cultivation System

"It's for Xiao Qin's face." Old Zhao stopped talking, raised his head and said, "It's because we grew up watching him."

"Well, don't think that if you can hide it from others, you can hide it from us." The old man said with a smile, "Who doesn't want things from their youth to be photographed, for themselves and for their children and grandchildren. I don't believe you are not tempted."

"I used to drive people away, but I didn't meet the right one." Seeing that Uncle Zhao didn't make a sound, the old man said slyly, "Which time didn't you just swear, this time I heard that you didn't swear, I felt that you were afraid." Interesting."

"You old ghost, you are still the same as before, you are a villain and a villain." Uncle Zhao snorted, took a sip of tea and said, "To tell you the truth, his script is not bad, but..."

"I can't see it!"

"Just say you don't understand it." The old man smiled and said, "Why are you trying to hide it? You don't work in this business, you can only understand if you understand."

"Nonsense, I can clearly understand the main meaning." Uncle Zhao said angrily, "It's just that he interspersed too many terms, and I got dizzy halfway through."

"Why didn't he come? It's been ten days." The old man didn't answer the question, and said, "You won't really be scolded to run away?"

"Probably not..." Uncle Zhao also hesitated.

"I heard that other people are very popular now, you should save some face for others anyway, don't always be so temperamental, scolding when you see something uncomfortable. This is not a revolutionary period, but a harmonious society. We are so old, we have to study Cultivate your character." The old man persuaded.

Uncle Zhao didn't speak.

"I said, it's almost enough. We are full of stories. It's not easy to find a good artist who is serious about making movies. Don't we have to wait for us to be buried in the loess and then see it in books?"

"Understood!" Uncle Zhao frowned, "Why do you talk so much?"

At this moment, a voice came from the door, "Is Uncle Zhao there?"

"Yes." Uncle Zhao said sullenly, and at the same time gave the old man a hard look, the old man patted his stomach and laughed secretly.

"Uncle Zhao." Lin Xiao came in, said hello to the two, and then took out his notebook, "I have revised it several times in the past few days and added a lot of new things. I would like to ask you to guide me again."

"Young man, I've seen your TV show." The old man was the first to speak, "It's pretty good, can I read the book?"

"of course."

The old man took the notebook over, and after reading it for a while, he let out a soft "huh?"

"Don't you understand?" Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, then turned to Lin Xiao and said, "How many times have I said it, don't keep repeating it if you have nothing to do, why don't you listen."

"Old Zhao." The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How many times have I said this, why can't you get rid of your old problems?"

He stroked the script lightly, smiled and said to Lin Xiao, "Let me take a closer look, the outline of the story seems quite interesting."

"What are you pretending, as if you understand." Uncle Zhao dismissed it.

The old man remained silent and continued to read.

Uncle Zhao was bored waiting, and didn't want to talk to Lin Xiao too much, so he simply waved to Lin Xiao at the chessboard.

One old and one young, they killed without saying a word.

10 minutes in two, 10 minutes in three... a full 10 minutes passed in four.

Suddenly, the old man who was as quiet as a stone sculpture let out an unconscious exclamation. When Uncle Zhao looked over, he found that his eyes were flushed.

"Old horse." His eyeballs almost went round.

What is this old guy doing?He really understands?

"Old Zhao." Lao Ma wiped the corners of his eyes, "You don't understand?"

"How can you not understand such a simple and easy-to-understand thing? And...and this is about the Battle of Huaihai!"

Battle of Huaihai!These four words were like a mountain, and Lao Zhao was dumbfounded in an instant.

His expression is no longer that of the grumpy old man who scolds and scolds. On his vicissitudes of life, there is a look of memory, his muscles tremble slightly, as if he is experiencing the pain of bone scraping and healing, his eyes are like a lake, deep , but it reflects the various states of the world.

His fist has been clenched slightly.

The old horse stopped talking, and the two of them just looked at me and I watched you sitting in the room.

In the room, only the breathing of the three people remained silent.

After a long time, Lao Zhao took the script without saying a word. Looking at it, it took nearly an hour.

At 10 minutes, the circles of his eyes began to turn red, and at 10 minutes, the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, one hand seemed to have nails sunk into the flesh, and the joints were turning white.

He was trying his best to control his emotions.

An hour later, he raised his head, already full of emotion.

His throat moved, trying to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Neither of them expected that a script would actually bring them back to their memories of the past. This kind of emotion can only be felt at a gathering of comrades-in-arms.

And this group of comrades-in-arms, some in Nanjing, some in Chongqing, are distributed all over the country, and it took five or six years to gather together.

At this moment, he felt a touch.

"Unexpectedly..." His voice was slightly hoarse, and he let out a long sigh of relief, "This script...is actually so realistic..."

"Poor bone beside the Wuding River... still a man in a deep boudoir dream..." Lao Ma looked at the ceiling with a little absent-minded eyes. The instructor was also blown in half in a battle..."

"It's a pity... I don't have that blood... At that time, I didn't have any prisoners... That battle... All the enemies were killed... I didn't shoot that bastard myself..."

"That sentence: Pick up the gun... Really almost made me cry..."

Lao Ma smiled wryly, "Let's talk about Lao Zhao...I have never participated in the Huaihai Campaign...I don't feel as deeply as he does..."

The voices of the two people were very deep, but there were deep memories.

Uncle Zhao coughed, "I have a story."

The old horse smiled knowingly, and Uncle Zhao also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "This story is my obsession...they have heard it many times."

Lin Xiao listened quietly without saying a word.

"I have a brother who came from my hometown. We have been in the same company and the same platoon."

"From participating in the revolution... to the Huaihai War, how many times have we experienced life and death, it is shallow to say that we are brothers and sisters..."

He stared at the cups on the table in a daze, "That battle was definitely not the kind of situation that was filmed, in fact... it was much more miserable than you imagined..."

"Countless troops were scattered... Countless people were alive one second... blood can splash on you the next second..."

He took a deep breath, and his vocal cords twitched visibly.

"My brother was assigned to a different platoon from mine, assault platoon, sharp knife platoon... and then..."

"After the Huaihai War, the troops that survived were the elite of the elite, or they were lucky... You didn't see the machine gun on the top of the city... I just said this to you, and then a hole was opened in the head ...my brother...was separated at that time..."

"His troops are all dead...he fainted...his legs were broken...I searched for three days among the dead...I couldn't find him...when he wakes up..."

Uncle Zhao smiled wryly, "All the troops were evacuated...he was alone, looking for a place...to find other troops...but he couldn't prove his identity...I found out later...that his troops were all sacrificed... '"

"Later... I was liberated... I continued to serve in the army, and when I finally found him through various relationships... He was already married and had children elsewhere, but such a hero of the Huaihai Campaign is now planting land……"

"Further on...he went...the root cause of the disease fell during the war...couldn't make it past forty..."

Lin Xiao also felt a blockage in his throat.

He understood that Uncle Zhao, like Gu Zidi, had experienced similar things himself, but for other reasons he did not sue the troops to court like Gu Zidi did.

He didn't hear the assembly call, but he felt the same way.

The old Ma sighed, and stretched out his hand to Lin Xiao for the first time, "Ma Chenggong, the former section chief of the logistics department of the Nanjing Military Region, very pleased to meet you."

"Zhao Lei, a civil servant." Uncle Zhao didn't introduce much, but also extended his hand. "It's really nice to meet you."

Let go of all suspicions.

Lin Xiao shook hands with the other party, which shows that the other party has begun to accept him.

"You finally brought something that I can understand." Zhao Lei smiled wryly, "In the past, you brought something that you couldn't understand at all, and it was intermittent, and you brought it several times in a row. I got a headache just looking at it. "

"What I didn't expect is that the plot above is as if you experienced it yourself... so detailed, so evocative of people's memories..." Ma Chenggong lamented, "Screaming when injured, cursing when charging, and impulsive Killing prisoners, and happily dividing things when they robbed the enemy's equipment, this is the behavior that soldiers should have. In previous war movies, our soldiers always died heroically. One person killed more than a dozen people. According to this logic, Chiang Kai-shek We only need 400 out of 40 million troops. It's a mockery of war."

"Yes, the enemy is like a mouse, and our army is not afraid of bullets." Zhao Lei shook his head and smiled, "Your story is completely out of this point. I can see that you want to restore a real war."

"However, I think you are still writing about people." He continued, "Writing about soldiers, yes, without soldiers, there would be no wars, and wars are fought by people. This perspective is very good, at least... I like it very much... "

Ma Chenggong laughed and said, "Unexpectedly, there was no such moving story in Bayi, but it was written by someone outside the army."

Lin Xiao finally spoke. He smiled and said, "Two old gentlemen, I am also a civilian cadre now, and we are considered a family."

The two froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, a family."

After laughing for a while to clear away the atmosphere, Ma Chenggong said, "I like this story very much. I don't know how many people like me are waiting to read this story. What do you want us to do for it?"