Ping An Biography

There was a burst of chirping of birds outside, making the rich palace seem quiet again.But Zhang Ning sighed slightly: "Perhaps there is no truth in the world. If a lie is well planned, it will be more convincing than the truth."

Yao Ji said: "I remember you told a story about what door it was called, it's really interesting."

Zhang Ning thought for a while: "Rashomon? That is a very classic movie in later generations. Rashomon is a decaying palace gate in Japan. The movie describes the story told by several people when they sheltered from the rain at the gate of Rashomon. There is only one incident, but there are many versions of the truth; the witness Chafu, the gangster, the soul of the samurai, and the wife of the samurai all insisted on their own stories, and they told them very reasonably, and in the end no one knew what was going on. But each Statements that benefit the morality of the narrator but deface the humanity of others..."

He slowly narrated each explanation, the story itself is depressing and there is no joy to speak of.But Yao Ji listened carefully and seemed very interested; what she enjoyed was Zhang Ning's tone and voice when he told.

The ancients said that the human voice can express many feelings. Not only men like to listen to the singing of beautiful women, but women can also feel a different kind of breath from a voice, or even just talking.Because she can think that the wisdom and insight of men are like a kind of power, and the magnetic taste and low tone in the tone seem to be a pair of hands, flicking a sensitive string in the heart. [

But Yao Ji is not a person who easily reveals her feelings, she just started the conversation based on the content of the topic itself: "What is a movie?"

Taking advantage of the time when Zhang Ning turned his head to look at other things, he thought for a while, and then replied gently: "Connecting the pictures together can make people watch a show. It looks a bit like a shadow play, but the principle completely different."

Yao Ji looked at him with great interest as he explained seriously. Yubai stretched out her hands from her big blue sleeves, and gently raised her chin to look at his face, "Well, I've seen shadow plays before."

Zhang Ning shook his head lightly and said, "It's just that the appearance is similar, but the content is different. The shadow play is performed by puppets, and the picture is not good; but the movie is to connect many lifelike pictures together, which looks like the real thing... I thought of a way .”

After saying that, he got up and took out a book from the bookshelf behind the piano case, then picked up a pen and randomly drew a small figure on a piece of paper, and then repeatedly drew the small figure with coherent postures on each piece of paper.

After finishing the drawing, Zhang Ning brought the book in front of Yao Ji, flicked it with his fingers, and the pages started to turn.I saw that little man seemed to be alive, digging up repeatedly with a hoe.

Yao Ji, who was originally looking lazy, suddenly lit up with a surprised expression: "Ah! It really seems to be moving."

Zhang Ning said calmly: "People's eyes are inherently deceptive, and what they see may not be true. It's like a firework rushing into the night sky and seeing a bright light, but in fact there is only one burning in the sky." It’s a pill flying instead of a ray of light. Movies are something that’s made using that technique.”

Yao Ji brought the book over and flipped through it by herself, with a joyful smile on her face.She didn't expect that a small trick could make her happy.

At this time, Yao Ji suddenly had a kind of innocence of a little girl, and after playing for a while, she raised her head and smiled: "It's really interesting." Even Zhang Ning had an illusion, as if the beauty in front of him was not a heroine who had experienced the cruel struggle of the court, but a heroine. Just a girl, she has all the dreamlike characteristics of girls.

The roles of the two were also reversed. Zhang Ning just calmly took a sip of the tea she brewed by herself, and closed her eyes slightly as if she was well-informed and ruined the world, pretending to be deep. Aftertaste the light fragrance of the good tea .

Yao Ji said: "Hearing so many things from you, it seems that there are many interesting things in the future. I really want to see it with my own eyes."

She seemed to have let go of her defenses in front of Zhang Ning, and her fantasies intensified when she opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes lost their focus for a while, as if she was imagining: "If we are not in Daming, but hundreds of years later, what will we look like?"

Zhang Ning thought for a while: "If I'm still as ordinary as before, and you are still as gorgeous as you are now... maybe we won't have a chance to meet each other."

Yao Ji covered her mouth and smiled softly: "How come you can't even recognize you? You can tell who it is just by looking at you. I can recognize you even when it turns into ashes."

"Really?" Zhang Ning also showed a little smile.

Yao Ji stroked the wide sleeves that had been dragged to the armrest of the chair, and murmured: "It is said that after death, people should drink Mengpo soup, cross the Naihe bridge, and forget about the things of this life before reincarnating as human beings. When we are reborn a hundred years later, it should be Are you talking about the afterlife? At that time, we won't be... so related; it's a pity that we don't remember what happened now, what should we do?"

Zhang Ning followed her will and said casually: "Why don't you agree on a signal, so that we can recognize each other conveniently at that time."

"I forgot everything, and I don't even know who it was before. Do you remember who it was in your previous life? What's the use of the agreed signal?" Yao Ji frowned slightly, revealing a little melancholy. [

Zhang Ning said: "I remember, otherwise how would I know what a movie is, and how would I tell you about Rashomon?"

"You are an unusual exception. If you do this, you will recognize me when the time comes, and tell me the things of this life. If you are serious, I will probably believe you." Yao Ji said.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and they seemed to realize the absurdity of the conversation at the same time, so they couldn't help laughing.

Yao Ji exhaled slightly, sat down, took a sip from the glass cup, calmly put away her indulgent demeanor.She looked up and saw the statue enshrined on the opposite wall, and she couldn't help saying quietly: "We seem to have done a lot of things that hurt the sky and reason. We really have souls, and I don't know if we can be reincarnated as human beings."

There seems to be a trace of illusory melancholy floating in the air, a faint melancholy, and there is another kind of emotion hidden in the melancholy, this kind of thing is like the dust in the sun, small but all over the body, moistening things softly Sneak into the deepest part of my heart, making it impossible for people to get rid of it.

Zhang Ning said kindly: "No one can grasp the things that are too far away, and it is extremely difficult to grasp them well now."

Regardless of whether such feelings are against morality or not, this kind of trust and dependence is an extremely important factor within the entire group... Otherwise, the turmoil and danger are immeasurable, and it will be a hidden danger to everyone.Moreover, Zhang Ning's initial layout did not have any idea of ​​repelling and guarding against Yao Ji, and he was even more unwilling to see the things he relied on in his heart collapse.

At this time, his mood became unstable, and he couldn't help but said: "I can't grasp it in the next life, but in this life for dozens of years, I promise that my heart for you will remain the same as before."

Yao Ji was stunned when she heard this, she was used to the graceful way of expression, she immediately felt that this sentence was like a confession.