Chapter 2: Flowers in May (Part I)

Accompanied by beautiful women, Lu Ming, with long fingers, worked hard to share the effort. It only took half a night to rewrite the song and dance short drama on the Songhua River and expand it into a small drama with more than a dozen scenes and more than 700 lines of dialogue.

The protagonist of the drama is also called Tian Renyu, an old rich man who has lived in the Northeast for generations, and his ancestors have more than a dozen cows and more than 300 acres of land. With a daughter and two sons, he lived a life that did not know Wei and Jin.

After the 918 Incident, a group of remnants of the Northeast Army passed through the village, and Tian Renyu took out food and dried meat to eat and entertain. But he refused to let his sons and daughters follow the army, and taught his children and tenants in private, that it was common for the dynasty to change, and no matter how bad the Japanese were, they had to find someone to farm and tax them on the land. As long as the Tian family is a obedient person with peace of mind, who will pay grain and taxes to? In the past, bandits from the mountains came to visit, but didn't the people of Tamura use food and money to send it away?

With this mentality, they ushered in the rulers of Japan. In the first month, the Japanese wanted to take half of the village's grain, and the Tian family took the lead in handing it over. Anyway, as long as half of them are left, everyone will drink gruel, hunt and catch fish, and they will be able to persist until next year's harvest of buds.

In the second month, the Japanese came again to repair the turret, and ordered the men of Tamura to contribute forty laborers. The eldest son of the Tian family led the tenants to enlist, and then, and then never returned.

In the third month, the Japanese arrived again. Tian Renyu got the news in advance and hid his youngest son in the mountains. Under the leadership of the translator, the Japanese went around the village, wanting to eat and drink, and when they saw any strange objects, including the incense burner that the Tian family worshipped their ancestors, they had to be moved, and Tian Renyu took the lead in swallowing his anger. I only ask God to bless, and the family survives a difficult time safely.

After drinking and eating, the Japanese carried Tian Renyu's eldest daughter into the house. "Dad, are you still a man?" In the midst of his daughter's sad and indignant questioning, Tian Renyu squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

The eldest daughter was unwilling to be humiliated and committed suicide by hitting the wall. The Japanese devils were angry and set fire to the house. In the firelight, Tian Renyu couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards the Japanese devil with a kitchen knife. He was shot and killed by the interpreter and the devil soldiers.

When the youngest son of the Tian family returned, he found the remains of his family in the rubble. He vowed to take revenge, sang "On the Songhua River", and went to the forest and snow to find the anti-Japanese team.

"My home, on the Songhua River in the northeast, has forests and coal mines, and soybean sorghum all over the mountains. My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where there are my compatriots and my aging parents......

The structure of the story is simple, but very close to the lives of ordinary people. The first performance after the rehearsal won full applause. Later, during the journey, every time I passed through a slightly larger village or town, the drama became the finale of everyone, and at the end of each performance, there were audience members in tears and reluctant to leave.

Tian Renyu changed his role to play the role of the rich man and the devil soldier, of course, it fell on Zhang Songling without refusing. In order to act like this, he also tried to learn a lot of Japanese from Tian Renyu, and tried to repeat every sentence and try to learn it vividly.

The unremitting efforts have been fully rewarded. Several times during the performance, he was almost taken for a real devil by the angry audience, and he was opened with a brick. Thanks to Zhou Jue, who played the young master of the landlord's family, reacted quickly, he was able to avoid unwarranted disasters again and again. Screenwriter Lu Ming was overjoyed by this, and was hated by Tian Renyu, who played the landlord. At the slightest opportunity, he put up a picture of his father's shelf and forced the daughter played by Lu Ming to salute him.

Of course, Liu Jing, who was like a little pepper, refused to watch Lu Ming being bullied, and jumped out to report the injustice. Then he fell into Han Qiu's clutches again and again. Two part-time newspaper girls are now big stars in the team. Every time I performed, I was surrounded by a bunch of people asking this and that. At the same time, the donation box in charge of the two of them was also filled by the tearful audience at one time. Copper plates, silver dollars, and even rings encrusted with jewels appear in donation boxes from time to time. So much so that when passing through the deep state, several ruffians saw the money and opened their eyes, and even stepped forward to plot extortion in the name of collecting protection money.

"Stop singing, stop singing. On a hot day, what is the mourning. Don't you know that this is Master Cui's territory? Dare to beg for a job without asking, do you think that the guy in our brother's hands is papier-mâché?! ”

"If you have the ability, you can rob it with the Japanese, what kind of ability is it in the nest!" Seeing that the other party was coming straight to the donation box, Han Qiuden was in a hurry, holding the box with both hands, and refused to let go.

"Get out, you have the ability to rob the Japanese. What kind of thing is it to play in your own nest! Tian Qingyu, who plays the landlord, is not as bloodless as in the story in reality. Seeing that someone was threatening Han Qiu, he immediately jumped down from the "stage" and stopped majestically in front of the ruffians.

"This is the money for the wound medicine raised for the twenty-nine brothers, and you dare to rob it?!" Zhang Songling, who played the role of a ghost soldier, carried a wooden chip knife and rushed out viciously, gesturing at the ruffians.

Several other students rushed up and protected Han Qiu and Liu Jing behind them with their chests. There was a great chaos on the stage, and the audience, who were immersed in the story, gathered around and shouted at a few ruffians: "Shameless! Do you have the ability to go sideways with the Japanese? What kind of ability is it to bully a few student babies! ”

I don't know if I was afraid of the anger of the public, or if there was still a trace of shame in my heart, a few ruffians who had always been rampant and domineering actually blushed once, pulled down the brim of their hats, and fled in disgrace.

"Fellow citizens, we have 450,000,000, and the number of people in Little Japan is only a fraction of ours. As long as we unite and unite with the outside world, we can drive him out of North China and the whole country! Seeing that the people's support was available, Fang Guoqiang once again stood up and took the lead in shouting anti-Japanese slogans.

"Unite, unite to the outside world! Unite and unite to the outside world! The surrounding audience was full of enthusiasm and repeated the anti-Japanese slogan over and over again.

"Drive the Japanese devils out of China!"

"Defend Pingjin, defend North China. Defend our homeland! ”

On the second day of the new day, with the sound of exciting slogans, the team of the Blood Flower Society continued to the north. The three coachmen were also influenced by the group and drove the carriage extremely fast. It's just that after Baoding, the dilapidated highway is gradually congested. A large number of refugees, with the last bit of possessions of their families, walked south along the road in a panic.

"The Japanese devils are about to hit Beiping! Student baby, where are you going?! "In the southward rush of people, the three carriages swimming against the current stand out. Soon, an old man who fled noticed that the carriage was in the wrong direction, stopped and kindly reminded him.

"We are going to Beiping and join the Anti-Japanese Student Army!" Tian Renyu sat on the wheel of the car and proudly announced to the refugees.

"Where are you going?!" The kind-hearted old man looked at it and asked casually. Then he widened his eyes and exhorted in a loud voice, "Don't go, don't go." Listen to the uncle's words and hurry up and take the car home! The Japanese devils are so powerful that the 29th Army can't beat them. A few of you students are gone, what can you do? Be obedient, don't be in the limelight, and hurry home! ”

"Yes, yes! Don't be in the limelight and go home. The Japanese have planes and artillery, and if you go up, it's all for nothing. Go back, hurry back! "There was more than one kind old man, standing by the carriage, and giving advice.

Their exhortation, of course, came out of a sense of protection for the youth. But the listeners blushed one by one, "If you always want to escape, just run away by yourself." See where else you can escape. We ......" Tian Qingyu raised his head, his face full of pride, "Even if you die in battle, you must face the north." ”

"I'd rather be a ghost who died in battle than a slave who died in the country!" Han Qiu flipped over from behind the carriage and leaned his head on Tian Qingyu's shoulder with a smile. "You should go by yourself and leave us alone. When a national crisis is at hand, someone always needs to rise to it. Otherwise, what can everyone do even if they retreat to Yashan?! ”

Where the cliff mountain is, the old people don't know. It must have been very, very far away. But the resoluteness on the faces of the young man and woman made them dare not speak again. Silently getting out of the way, he watched the carriage go against the flow of people. It wasn't until they had gone far that someone shook their heads and sighed, "These silly kids, hey! It's a pity! ”

"I don't know whose young master and young lady it is, all of them are dressed so neatly, but they are not sensible!" The other refugees around him sighed and agreed.

"The more times like this, the more we can't turn back!" Fang Guoqiang's heart was once again stimulated by the numb people, standing on the carriage, one hand on Lu Ming's shoulder, and shouted, "We can't let people say it, we will only incite others to go to the battlefield to die." Hide in a safe place and talk empty words! We want future generations to see, how many shameful men are there in this Chinese land? ! Even if we all fall today, thousands of our compatriots will stand up, step on our blood, and brave the enemy's fire,......"

In the carriage, no one paid attention to what he had to say. All the members of the Blood Flower Society, including Zhang Songling, a late joiner, understood that war was coming, and closed their lips tightly, quietly thinking about their thoughts. The old locust tree in Lucheng, the provincial capital, and the alley, as well as the pork shop that exudes bloody smell all year round, and, as well, the blacksmith uncle who likes to take advantage of others, and the two half-sisters in the family......

"If I die on the battlefield, I don't know if my dad is more sad or proud?" Suddenly thinking of a complicated question, the young Zhang Songling grinned and let out a wry smile.

His father is like the old rich man in the drama, it is estimated that he will not understand his son's mind if he does not experience a tragedy of family destruction and death! With his understanding of his father, Zhang Songling firmly believes this. But he hoped that his father would never have to know him. Never!

Shaking his head, he continued to look around. Suddenly, I saw Lu Ming's slender white fingers, and several other equally slender fingers, tightly stirred together. It was Liu Jing, he shook his head, and quickly turned his head sideways, ignoring incivility. But he just saw Han Qiu leaning over and burying his long black hair into Tian Qingyu's chest.

Suddenly, Zhang Songling felt as if a gust of wind had been blown into his heart, and he laughed softly.

At the beginning of summer in May, the air is filled with the scent of flowers.

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