The culture of the ancient city is very efficient.

Not long after signing the contract in the afternoon, Li Shixin received a call from the financial end, saying that he wanted to verify the information and make the payment.

In this matter, Li Shixin had to be active.

Although Li Shixin doesn't pay much attention to money, in addition to the previous salary in his own pocket, the income from the drama and the copyright of "Only You" and "Where Has the Time Gone" were all donated.

But it's always right to be rich.

What do you mean by that?

The older you get, the less anyone will forgive you for being poor.

Although being a talented old man is the only way to continue his life, he does not reject the setting of an old man who is both talented and rich.

After communicating with the finance end, the two million were immediately transferred to the card after the tax was removed.

Seeing the text message prompting him on his mobile bank, the balance instantly increased by several decimal places, Li Shixin was speechless and had tears in his eyes.

Finally......

I've seen the money back!

But before he could get close enough to that string of balances, the ancient city culture called again.

Two things;

The first is that the cultural festival will open in four days, so that Li Shixin will step up the final chapter of "Mobei" and cooperate with the publicity - according to the requirements of the ancient city culture, in order to attract traffic to the official account of the cultural fighters of the ancient city of Linxia, the final chapter needs to be released on their side of the doushou number. Li Shixin, as the original creator, needs to be responsible for publicity and cooperation.

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, the protagonist of the final chapter is himself.

The second thing is that the cultural festival will only open for four days. Gucheng Culture agreed to Li Shixin's opening ceremony program, but the time was very tight, and Li Shixin was asked to step up the arrangement of the program. The submission will be completed before 8 a.m. the day after tomorrow at the latest.

Compared to the final chapter video that has already been produced, this show is a problem.

According to Li Shixin's idea, the old heavenly group is now in the desert, and he will play this time and bring this group of old guys with him.

A cultural festival of Nuoda also allows a group of its old fans to participate.

But this is not something that can be done by thinking, you have to think carefully about how to operate.

After agreeing on the phone, Li Shixin decided to solve the matter of advertising cooperation first.

So he took the original video of the final chapter, and the song sample recorded by An Xiaoxiao, and went directly to the post-production studio.

Because the completion of the two parts is already very high, the later side is also neat.

It took more than three hours to make a post-dubbing edit for the 35-second work, and after adding the propaganda theme of the ancient city culture according to Li Shixin's ideas......

The final chapter of the series of videos of "The Last Transfer of Datang Mobei" has been completed.

......

In the evening, half past seven.

Li Shixin didn't bother to eat dinner when he came back from the studio, so he issued an announcement in his bucket number in accordance with the requirements of the ancient city culture of Party A's boss.

"Dear friends, today we have reached a business cooperation with Linxia Ancient City Culture Company. The final chapter of "Mobei", at eight o'clock tonight, will be released by @Linxia Ancient City Culture, so stay tuned!"

When Li Shixin's announcement was issued, the comment area was boiling.

"Ho, tui, you bad old man, good and bad. Obviously, the final chapter has been filmed, so let's wait. Don't look!"

"Yes! Resolutely don't look at it! Linxia Ancient City Culture will be released at eight o'clock, right? If you don't look at it, you won't see it, and you won't see it if you kill you!"

"You old thief! The baby's eyes have just been swollen, don't want me to continue to fall for you!"

"You used our attention to sell advertisements and have a good time. Now you say I'll go if you tell me to go, I don't want to lose face, don't go!"

Looking at a group of arrogant sand sculpture netizens, Li Shixin smiled slightly, logged in to his ID named "Twenty-year-old DiCaprio" trumpet, and replied in the comment area: "! Is the letter a big age and remembers the wrong time! The culture of the ancient city of Linxia has been updated with the final chapter!"

As soon as this comment was posted, all of a sudden, the noisy comment area was paused.

It took about seven or eight seconds before the comment area boiled again;

"@二十岁的迪卡普里奥, your sister, I believe in your evil!"

"@二十岁的迪卡普里奥, uncle!Take the baby as a dog?!"

"@二十岁的迪卡普里奥, well, lie about the military situation, and be beheaded!"

Tut-tut,

Looking at a group of leeks who were straight-mouthed and said no, but they were still tricked when they heard the news released, Li Shixin laughed and turned off his mobile phone.

used the trumpet to talk to a group of sand sculpture netizens for a while, and in a flash, the time was eight o'clock.

As the time on Li Shixin's mobile phone screen just jumped to 8:00, there was a shout in the comment area.

And then......

The comment area, which was lively just now, suddenly quieted down.

Seeing this scene, Li Shixin shook his head helplessly, clicked on the official account of Linxia Ancient City Culture, which he had paid attention to before, and opened the latest video inside;

The gloomy picture is gradually lit up by the sound of heavy footsteps.

A pair of old boots stained with yellow sand and blood stood in front of the ancient city overgrown with weeds on the official road.

As the camera moves up, it seems that the veteran who has just experienced a battle looks at the city wall in front of him.

The veteran, naturally, is Guo Yuanzheng.

And on the top of the city wall, there are two words that have appeared in his dreams countless times in the past 30 years - Chang'an.

Seeing that this was exactly the same as in his memory, but it was extremely deserted, and it could even be said that it was so cold that it was like a dead silence, Guo Yuanzheng pursed his chapped lips.

In a trance, he seemed to have walked far, far away, for a long time, before finally returning to this place that haunted him.

On the long deserted street, the veteran wandered like a lonely ghost.

He walked through the river where he once carried a big bag in order to make money, and he walked through the city where he took off the military post and signed up for the recruitment. Eventually, he walked to the big tree where he used to hold the sugar gourd, and stopped and waited countless times just to see the girl.

Looking at the handwriting he had carved on the trunk of the big tree when he had been waiting for boredom, the veteran's tightly furrowed brow stretched out and smiled slightly.

The handwriting on it has become blurred with the passage of time. But Guo Yuanzheng himself knows that those two words are "Cixiu".

In the picture that diluted the flow of time, I don't know how long it took, the veteran let go of the hand that was caressing the handwriting on the trunk of the tree and clenched his fist!

He searched in the deserted streets and alleys;

The street where he once met her, and the workshop where he repaired the drunken fairy for her...... Once she gave herself armor and showed herself the alley of her heart......

He searched every part of the city, and finally returned to the tree again.

No, nothing.

There was no Jixiu, not even a person who could ask to speak.

The whole of Chang'an seems to be like a huge cage - a cage that only exists for oneself and is specially set up for oneself.

Recognizing this fact, Guo Yuanzheng sat down under the tree in despair.

Looking at the cloudy sky in the distance, his lips trembled, and two lines of muddy tears washed away the yellow sand on his face.

But at this moment, with a breeze, the melodious jingle of gold and silver headdresses sounded.

As soon as the veteran turned around, he saw the figure of himself who had been thinking about it for more than 30 years, day and night.

Cixiu, dressed in full costume, stood there pretty, rolling her eyes at the completely stunned veteran, and her two beautiful eyes seemed to be happy and disgusted.

She didn't speak, but sat beside Guo Yuanzheng with a complicated skirt.

The old soldier looked at Cixiu carefully and wanted to speak. But after holding it for 30 years, all the questions and thoughts were stuck in my throat at once, and I just held back the old tears.

Cixiu beside him had a faint smile on his delicate little face, picked up a straw stick on the ground in the veteran's tearful eyes, and poked the ants on the ground childishly with his head down.

After a long while, he tilted his head to look at the veteran.

"Fool, have you earned enough military merits for seven turns?"

Looking at Cixiu, who had never changed in thirty years, the veteran nodded fiercely and grinned.

"That's enough, nine turns!"

Hearing this, Cixiu pursed her lips and stretched out her little hand just like when she asked for a sugar gourd.

"And what about the reward for marrying me?"

Seeing the little hand stretched out in front of him, the veteran shook his head, wiped the tears from his face, and smirked: "His Majesty the Emperor gave a verbal reward, but the reward was not given." ”

"Cut!" Cixiu withdrew his hand and wrinkled his nose: "Then haven't you been busy for decades?"

The veteran can only giggle as he did thirty years ago.

"What about you, did you make that robe that amazes the entire Chang'an City?"

Faced with this question, Cixiu wrinkled her nose.

She grabbed the veteran's arm and stood up, spinning in a circle like a butterfly in front of the veteran.

As the ornate headdress on her head jingled, the wedding dress embroidered with geese danced in the wind.

With the veteran's face full of intoxication, she sat down again under the tree.

"What do you say, fool?"

The veteran's tears rolled down one by one, and he looked at the smiling little face in front of him and covered his face: "I'm sorry, Cixiu." When you asked me when I was going to return...... I didn't expect that this departure would be thirty-one years!"

Facing the old soldier's face full of guilt, Cixiu smiled and stretched out her little hand to wipe away his tears for him, took the hand of the veteran Guo Yuanzheng, who was finally held after 30 years, and slowly leaned over.

At this point in the video, many netizens have cried like dogs.

And at this moment, a soothing piano sound sounded.

"Whoever knows not to become lovesick, don't ask the end of the world, and don't ask about the return date.

No one understands, and when the love is broken, it knows whether it is warm or cold.

Who knows not to become lovesick, don't ask the end of the world, and don't ask about the return date.

Why is there no one to understand, my heart is ......"

As An Xiaoxiao's clean and crisp drama sounded, the tightly held hands in the camera gradually faded.

The picture becomes two parts;

On one side, there is a drunken immortal half-hidden in the dirt under Chang'an City.

On one side, there is the upper body armor hidden in the yellow sand in the depths of the desert.

The wind blew, and the iron armor was completely covered by yellow sand. A mass of broken silk in the armor rose with the wind and drifted into the distance.

Eternal love, continued today.

Linxia ancient city culture.

Desert Film and Television Base.

The final chapter of "The Last Transfer of Datang Mobei".

- "Return"

As the picture dimmed completely, a line of small white characters of moderate size appeared on the mobile phone screens of netizens.

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