With the end of the plot of the fifth act, the netizens in the comment area who were just attracted by the plot and even forgot to send the barrage became active again.

"Yu Wenshan is afraid that he is going to run away. ”

"No, when Liyuan Xing was discussing, he announced that the family class would participate in the show. Now that the apprentices have been dismissed, it is obvious that they want to carry everything down alone. ”

"Well, if that's the end, then I'll accept it. For a person who is disheartened and whose beliefs have been trampled on repeatedly, the last time he can be regarded as protecting the people of the family class. After Lai Xiaoyue, he did something to make himself feel at ease. Alas......"

"In fact, the family class is scattered, which is a good thing for Yu Wenshan. The tragedy of this character is that the tragedy is that he inherited the master's last wish and shouldered the burden of the family class. The identity of the class leader overshadowed Yu Wenshan's self. The death of the old class master is a portrayal of the low social status of Peking Opera singers in that era. And this humility also pressed on Yu Wenshan's head along with the burden, and everything that followed was caused by the name of the head of the family class. ”

In the midst of discussions, the finale video is more than 30 minutes long, and the progress bar is already halfway through.

The plot has entered the last part of the play;

Soon after the dismissal of the family class, the "art show" organized by Yamamoto began.

The location of the show was set in the Hui Building, a place where Shan had been and was lost face by Lai Xiaoyue.

The Gathering Building, which has endured decades of wind and frost, has been renovated in order to welcome this show. The façade of the entire theater building has been repainted with paint, and even some old pillars have been painted with tung oil, which is particularly bright.

Some passers-by shook their heads secretly when they saw the magnificent Huilou.

Something like a dog.

But these words flashed in my heart, no way, there are too many dogs now. There are no eggs under the nest, and the Japanese are now in charge of this big Sijiu City, and if you want to live, you must first learn how to be a dog.

On the street, there is a mountain of dogs and a sea of dogs.

Countless people, either voluntarily or forced by the puppet government, poured into the streets with colorful paper flags and Japanese flags. In front of the rifles of the puppet army and Japanese soldiers, they waved like walking corpses and shouted.

Amid the slogans of "Sino-Japanese friendship, common prosperity in East Asia," several cars flying the puppet government and Japanese plaster flags slowly stopped in front of the building.

Matsui Taikuro, the head of the Beiping secret service, several high-ranking officials of the puppet government and the gentry of Toucheng, under the guidance of Yamamoto, stood in front of the Hui Building.

After the new owners of Peking took turns to give speeches, they shook hands with each other in front of the reporters' cameras.

Accompanied by the shouts of the Japanese soldiers "on board" and the response of the "masses" Mu Ne, the magnesium light of the camera illuminates the façade of the Hui Building.

"Captain Nagamatsu, please!"

As the organizer of this feast, after the political show, Yamamoto led his immediate boss into the gathering building.

"Yamamoto-kun, I remember that you came to Beiping after the establishment of the Eastern Hebei Autonomous Government. At that time, I seemed to have been to this theater to listen to the play, and that scene seemed to make you unhappy?"

Sitting in the box facing the stage in the theater building, looking at the Shunmin below, Changsong smiled slightly and set his eyes on Yamamoto, who was standing solemnly on the side.

"Thank you for the attention of the head of the Nagamatsu Agency!" Yamamoto bowed slightly, and smiled: "That's right, at that time, on this stage, a girl sang a play called "Drumming and Fighting Jinshan". That play tells the story of Liang Hongyu, a strange woman in the Song Dynasty in China, who resisted Jin, and the Jin soldiers are used in the play to reflect our Japanese Empire...... It embarrass me very much. ”

"Oh?" Nagamatsu raised his eyebrows: "Then Yamamoto-kun, revisiting the old land, how are you feeling today?"

In the face of the chief's inquiry, Yamamoto smiled more and more kindly, but his narrow eyes narrowed.

"It's not so much about the mood as it is about the state of mind. Nagamatsu-san, at that time, my great Japanese empire still needed to hibernate to store strength, and in the face of a despicable drama ridicule, I could only choose to forbear in order to take care of the overall situation. Now the imperial army smashed the Yellow Dragon, and with a little effort, it took the 500-year-old ancient capital of China at the foot of the foot. Raise the power of the Emperor with the bravery of airplanes, artillery, tanks, and imperial soldiers!"

Speaking of this, Yamamoto waved his hand, pointed at the gentry officials holding the red sun flag, and couldn't help but straighten his waist a little more.

"When I come back here, all I see is the obedient people who have submitted to my empire, and I think of the past, and I can only enjoy myself!"

"The exuberance of the conqueror. I wonder what kind of drama will be there today?"

On the side, the corners of Changsong's mouth were hooked.

"Someone!"

"Haiy! ”

A man stood next to Yamamoto, he was tall, but his waist was bent like a prawn: "What command?"

"What kind of drama was arranged for today's show?"

"According to what Taijun Yamamoto explained before, it is all festive dramas! There are Da Shengkui's "Drunken Concubine", "Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang", "Flower Field Wrong", oh yes, and Mr. Yu's "Will Harmony" are all famous characters of each family!"

"Good. Yamamoto's gaze skipped over the man and drifted to the stage.

In a trance, a heroic girl dressed as a sword and a horse appeared.

"Is there a show in the family class?"

"Yes, Taijun, yes. ”

"What's the first?"

"The first one!"

"Is it Mr. Lai Xiaoyue?"

"No, it's Yu Wenshan. ”

"Yu Wenshan, why isn't it Lai Xiaoyue?"

"Taijun doesn't know that this family class can be passed on to Yu Pai in Wenshan, but he has not been on stage since he became the head of the class. You can inquire about the four nine cities, and there are many people who have heard the dramas of the three famous characters of Xiaoyuehong, Lai Xiaoyue, and Yu Chengyun, but Boss Yu sang on stage, but it was the first time in the world! Boss Yu specially arranged the first scene, Taijun, you have a blessing for your eyes!"

Dangdang, choke!

As he spoke, a gong sounded on the stage.

"Taijun, the drama has begun. ”

Taking a deep breath, Yamamoto waved his hand irritably.

Vaguely, he sensed something was wrong.

A few opening sounds made the theater instantly quiet. In the midst of Shunmin's suppressed coughing and discussion, a figure swayed out on the stage.

The man was dressed in a short coat, with a funny white face painted with ingots, his eyes were the size of beans, he wore a small green fur hat, a lantern in his hand, and a gong in his hand—it seemed that the sound of the gong was struck by him himself.

"Yo!"

The harlequin came on stage drunk, and seemed quite surprised to see the people sitting in the audience.

"Why are there so many people?"

No one answered him.

In silence, the harlequin put his hand over his ear;

"What, you ask me why I carry a lantern in broad daylight?"

"Hey, this world is too dark, you can see it clearly with a lantern!"

As the harlequin answered himself, Yamamoto in the box on the second floor frowned, "This is Yu Wenshan?"

No one answered him, and the man who was waiting in front of and behind him just now didn't know when he was gone.

And the harlequin on the stage had already walked to the center of the stage with a lantern, and after a pair of bean-like eyes swept over everyone in the audience, he opened his mouth.

There is no Jinghu and no drums, and the tone of the harlequin is quite funny.

"Looking up at this day during the day, the heavens are dull and dark.

Look at this country, the country is difficult and upside down.

Look at this land of Beijing and Tianjin, it is no longer the road of China,

Complain when you talk and cry and cry.

Looking at the king of Nanjing, I saw that the beacon fire in the north was high.

After hearing all the phoenix sons and dragon grandsons, I saw that the old country was completely divided, and the court was not guaranteed.

The copper camel cries, the sunset golden crow has no tadpoles, and the desolation is left to hang with whom. ”

Boom!

With a loud voice, the harlequin struck the gong in his hand vigorously.

With a dispute like a golden iron horse, all the Chinese in the theater shed a white sweat on the back of their necks!

Something is going to happen, something big is going to happen!

In the box on the second floor, frowning and carefully discerning the meaning of the grotesque singing, Yamamoto's eyes widened.

Ignoring Chang Song's black face on the side, he quickly pointed to the guards behind him: "Quick!

didn't wait for him to give an order, the clown played by Yu Wenshan on the stage let out a long laugh.

"It's dark, it's too dark. Old and young masters, let's shine today!"

Call!

The lantern in his hand smashed against the curtain behind the stage.

The curtain seemed to be stained with fire oil, and when it saw the fire, the entire theater was already illuminated by the roaring firelight in a few breaths!

"Captain Changsong, go away! This person is crazy!"

Call!

As he spoke, several fires erupted around the courtyard of the theater building.

"Exit, go and grab the exit!"

Seeing that the fire quickly engulfed the theater with unusual speed, Yamamoto took out the pistol on his waist and commanded the guards to attack the gate of the theater.

Click!

The deadbolt of the solid wood door clattered and fell.

A man who had regained his standing upright stood in front of the gate.

"Boss Yu, I think about it, I can't let you be an ugly man in this scene, I have to hold it for you!"

In the midst of screams and panic, the embarrassed Yamamoto was stunned.

Seeing the figure in the firelight that had just returned to the minion and turning around him in front of him, and then saw the straightness of the figure at this time, and the smugness on his face.

His face, with its smile lines, twisted.

"Baga!"

Syllable!

The southern pistol did not jam this time, and a bullet passed through the raging flames and drilled into Boss Liu's stomach.

"That's it?"

"Grandma!"

With a roar, Boss Liu hung tightly on the deadbolt.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers armed with rifles rushed forward, their bayonets dyed red.

It wasn't until the fire burned through half of the door panels, and the tung oil-stained beams fell and knocked down piles of headless gentry and puppet government officials, and it wasn't until the blood-stained threshold was dried by the scorching fire that the hands holding the deadbolt were released.

On the stage of a fire, watching the door collapse with a whining sound outside the door, the harlequin on the stage whose face had been painted with sweat and tears smiled suddenly.

On the street, I saw that the Nuoda Gathering Building was engulfed in fire in an instant, and the crowd was already boiling!

No matter how the Japanese army and the puppet army shouted, all the people could no longer suppress the blood that ignited with the fire.

It was at this time.

In the firelight, there was a burst of babbling singing.

"The sighing temple is still Yan in danger, and the hall is still laughing, and I will pour my blood in cold blood.

Sorrow is not gone, the soul is not gone, and the anger is not gone.

Drunk and half-awake, knock the iron plate.

Sing a new song, do you know......

It's not ~ too, flat, tune, wow!"

In the crackling sound of the fire, hearing the infinitely sad words, Yamamoto turned back suddenly.

At this time, Yamamoto had lost his former gentlemanly demeanor, his hat had fallen somewhere, Ben's smooth and proper oil head had been half wiped off by the fire, his military uniform was full of potholes, and his face was full of smoke and sweat.

"Baga, ahem...... Baga, Bagaya Building!"

With a roar of fear, Yamamoto staggered to the doorway where the smoke rolled out of the fire, snatching the rifle of the soldier beside him.

Syllable!

Kala.

Syllable!

Yamamoto, who was completely dominated by anger and fear, didn't care that he missed the target, and poured out all the blood-red 38 large cover bullets on the bayonet one by one.

A gunshot rang out, quieting the cheering crowd on the side of the street.

"Swords, guns, swords and halberds are lined up ......"

In the midst of this silence, a long and gentle song exploded like a ghost.

"Baga, who is it?!"

At the entrance of the theater building, which was about to collapse, Yamamoto aimed the rifle that had been emptied at the vast crowd.

"The five-color flag stands in the air!"

In the crowd, a tearful girl stared fixedly at the blood-red bayonet, and emphasized it roundly.

"That girl, catch her for me!"

With Yamamoto's order, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the crowd like tigers.

"People and horses are walking around the mountains!"

But immediately, a group of passers-by with bright eyes and clenched teeth shouted and sang loudly, blocking in front of the Japanese soldiers.

One after another, people threw away the colorful flags in their hands and gathered over.

"See a few with double-ringed halberds, and see a few with a general's hammer. ”

"It's not surprising to see a few hands holding Xuanhua axes, and a few blades. ”

More and more people, with a tone of incomplete pentatonic tones, joined this swan song.

"Isn't it a country where the wolf smoke rises?

Don't you want to wash the mountain? Don't you visit me?"

The bursts of noise frightened the more than 100 Japanese present, including Nagamatsu and Yamamoto.

"Jie Zitui! I have never earned fame and selfish desires, and I have never been jealous of the virtuous and scheming.

I have never been in a mess, I have never betrayed the Lord and secretly collaborated with the enemy!

I also swore to heaven that I would never hang purple clothes in the court.

After watching a heart, a bad anger was raised.

Let you search and wash, sit firmly on the mountain, I will never move!"

Amid the sound of thousands of people, the panic of the Japanese and the panic of the puppet government officials, the Huizhulou, which had been swallowed up by the fire, collapsed.

As the steaming fire plaque of the Gathering Building fell to the ground, a burst of fire burst out.

"Ling", which has been serialized for a whole month, is officially over!

Fighter, beep, tea bean.

There was silence among the three platforms.

No one thought that the end of Yu Wenshan and the family class would be so tragic and magnificent!

PS: I wrote more than 2,000 words yesterday, but I thought that I would be scolded for breaking the chapter when I sent it out, so I saved a big one, and sent it out together after the plot of the feature film of "Ling" ended, a big chapter of more than 4,000 words, it's not too much to ask for a monthly ticket!

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