Reading this, Sun Zhan was deeply shocked and unconsciously read it out loud. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, it was just a soft chanting, and in the end it turned into a shouting madness.

Words have no magic in themselves, but when combined with the shadow of the human heart, they have the power to immerse oneself.

Sun Zhan feels that these words are his inner portrayal of the time when he was from youth to maturity, perhaps this sentence itself has a different meaning in the eyes of others, but in Sun Zhan's view, it is himself: hesitation, entanglement, confusion, fear, empty blood but do not know where to spill, afraid of the boundless darkness after death.

He grew up in an ivory tower and thought that everything in the world was true, good, and beautiful. But after stepping into reality, the huge contrast makes it difficult for him to endure such suffering, and he has no pursuit of his own, only the pain of being pushed forward by reality.

He experienced the best era of this ethnic group, experienced real unification, and only one Qi country was left alone, thinking that everything would be as in the books, and the people of China would be like brothers from now on, and there would be no more disputes.

But as he grew up, he saw all kinds of injustices, the world of money manipulation, the shamelessness of businessmen and capital, which was completely different from the education he had received since childhood, and the instant mental breakdown and disillusionment enveloped him for ten years from the age of sixteen to twenty-five.

He had gone through the most desperate times of the race, several times when he had gone to sea to find the outside world, and the ships that had gone to sea to find the outside world never returned, and in the end, the race was left with only one way to fight, and the spirit of the past was being worn out by this isolated despair.

He has experienced the most tragic era of this race, the progress of technology has not been greatly improved, and it is no longer like decades or even hundreds of years ago, technology can become a glory and a trend, because it is too difficult to move forward now, and it is too difficult to leave a name in the temple of the sage.

Knowledge makes people think, and when they think about it, they feel terrible.

The helplessness under the intertwining of the times once made Sun Zhan feel the great pain of not knowing how to die.

Until he joined a small group, believing that only an infinite concentration of power could curb money and capital from opening their huge mouths and devouring everything, and that only by putting these filthy coins in a cage and letting the best and kindest people manage them could the destruction of the entire race...... and even the destruction of the entire human race, because for Sun Zhan, the human race is the race he knows.

Now, even though those pains and confusions have passed, that memory has never faded, but is buried deep in my heart.

Therefore, when he saw this passage of text at this time and at this moment, Sun Zhan recalled his confusion, bitterness, hesitation and self-doubt in those years, as if he was a young self who traveled through time and space to this thin piece of paper, and used the bitter sourness in his heart to turn into ink to draw such words, reflecting his young face and saying those things he wanted to say but did not say.

is just such a short monologue, combined with Sun Zhan's decades of mental journey from naivety to maturity, as if the character on the paper came to life, as if he saw his own shadow, he was instantly attracted, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Sun Zhan completely forgot the existence of Jian Chen, held back the surging in his heart, and continued to read down, occasionally a strange thought flashed in his mind: "Who wrote this word, it is so ugly, it doesn't look like my ......"

But this idea of the real world that is about to wake up and understand it is quickly moved by the sentences in it that can be remembered for a long time.

For example, the heroine is used by the male protagonist, but she falls in love unconsciously, and the painful monologue when she feels the male protagonist is estranged in love.

"Love is nothing but something outside of the body for a man, but it is a whole life for a woman. Men can devote themselves to barracks, ships, and markets, with swords and robes, and wealth and glory alternate; Pride, fame, and ambition are constantly reincarnated, filling his heart, and who can occupy his heart forever? ”

"There are many paths for men, but there is only one path for women: that is, to love and love, and then to be hurt. I have only one more years in this life, burying my sorrow deep in my heart. But I'd rather endure it than abandon my still-boiling passion......"

Another example is a short monologue when just a supporting character wants to show justice but is unwilling to change what is already there.

"Most people die at the age of thirty, because beyond that age they are only a shadow of themselves, and the rest of their lives are spent imitating themselves. Day after day, more mechanical, more pretentious, repeating what they have done, what they have thought, what they have loved and hated in their lifetimes......"

The more Sun Zhan watched it, the more obsessed he became, these monologues seemed to have some power that directly hit people's hearts, and just a short sentence brought to life the people who were just words in it.

He has had such sentences, and many of them have been praised, but there has never been a work that can hold so much mellowness and heaviness at one time, because he doesn't know that the shameless person behind him has plagiarized too many things that have been accumulated and chosen over the years.

The aftertaste is full of fragrance, the lips and teeth are sweet, and he has long forgotten the reality after reading carefully, and subconsciously picked up a pen and copied the sentences on the paper on his desk, and there are five or six sentences in his opinion that can be passed down for a hundred years in just a few pages.

The wrist does not stop, the mouth does not stop, or read along, or constantly praise and applaud, and praise each other.

It wasn't until he saw the last page, when he saw the bleak ending of the story, that he came to his senses and understood that this was a story.

But I only realized that this was a story, and I was still soberly buried in the story, just like I knew in my sleep that I had just experienced a dream.

With his background, it is natural to see which allusion the story itself comes from, but he can't imagine that those few allusions in the cold history books can be interpreted in such a passionate way to interpret love and hatred.

It seems that every sentence is true, but if you think about it carefully, every sentence is false, every name can be found if you look carefully through the book, but every story is never recorded.

In the history books, this is a power struggle in a small baronial country close to the Xia Kingdom, and the description in the cold history books is that the Xia Kingdom controlled this small country and raised radical young people close to the Xia Kingdom to come to power, and incorporated the already huge Xia Kingdom at that time.

But the stories on the paper have love, hatred, and hatred that these cold words do not have, and some humanistic thinking.

Of course, Sun Zhan remembered that the surname of the little baron was Zhao, so he turned to the front, and the words "Zhao's Orphan" were written on it.

The story changes a little interestingly.,At the beginning, a group of nobles who thought that the world could be stable on one side conspired there.,The hero's father said where is Huaxia? I can't see her on the map!

Then these people were killed, the little boy was rescued, the boy had an orchid printed on his swaddling clothes, and finally the child of the rescuer was taken for the child who should have been killed.

When the child grows up, he knows the truth, he is proud of what his parents have planned, and he also sees the sins of politicians, but he can't bear the pressure on his shoulders.

It seemed that revenge was impossible, and he hesitated and was confused, but in the end he finally strengthened himself, did not hesitate to use the enemy's daughter, and used his adventurous spirit and knowledge to gain honor, status and power, and finally defeated the enemy to complete revenge and fulfill the great long-cherished wish of his fathers, but he lost his love and the woman he loved the most forever.

In the end, the protagonist worked hard to do a lot of good governance, in order to stop the bloodshed of the Chinese relatives and choose to attach the Xia Kingdom, when all this was done, he spent the rest of his life alone holding a pot of orchids left by his lover, and finally buried with the woman, and that flower was the monument of the tomb......

From the beginning to the end, there is an orchid that serves as a lead to bring these stories together. Here, this pot of orchids becomes an illusory symbol of love, justice, kindness, victory, and everything else.

It didn't say what kind of flower it was, but Sun Zhan subconsciously thought of what this pot of orchids looked like...... He felt that there was nothing more appropriate than this flower with a story on his table. Even when I read the script, the picture in my mind should be this pot of flowers, and it is so natural.

He didn't feel the slightest wrong, and the months of foreshadowing and turmoil had made this Mincheng, which lacked myths and mysteries, have a touching flower with a story.

Compared with this pot of flowers, which seems to be just a prop, the whole story immerses Sun Zhan in it, and carefully experiences all kinds of flavors, highlighting the characteristics of the times' kind pursuit and semi-tragic gentleman hero, which are very in line with Sun Zhan's mind.

For a long time, the night seemed to be deep, and the words on the paper gradually disappeared into the darkness, Sun Zhan shouted for the contract servant to light the oil lamp, and only then did he realize that Chen Jian was still standing behind him, and only then did he realize that these things were written by this young man, and he couldn't help but be deeply shocked in his heart.

He believes that the article is natural and clever. I also believe that human beings are not the same in terms of gifts.

But he really can't believe that these words can be written by a young man who has not gone through so much life accumulation, and it is absolutely impossible, especially the kind of momentum that runs through the whole situation and the emotion of many characters, which can never be written by a passionate young man in his teens.

Turning to look at Chen Jian, who had been standing behind him as a half-disciple, Sun Zhan pointed to the paper and asked, "Is this......?" You wrote all this? ”

Chen Jian's face was already quite thick-skinned, and he saluted: "This is my clumsy work, and please ask Mr. Yiyi to correct it." ”

"Is this really what you wrote?"

"Yes."

Sun Zhan didn't ask a third time, because if someone could really write such a thing, how could they change hands and make a person whose family was neither rich nor powerful famous? If it was written by himself, Sun Zhan felt that it would be difficult for him to give such a fame to others even if he was ten thousand dollars.

Chen Jian saluted again: "There are always many deficiencies in it, some details are inevitably verbose, and many places are not in harmony. If Mr. Yoshiba sees the past, if Mr. Yoshiba thinks that it can be repaired instead of rotten wood and dung, please ask Mr. to help. ”

"I don't know what Mr. Yiyi still thinks of this play...... Is it possible to perform in theaters? ”