In the capital, in the winding courtyard, the blue sky is densely covered with bright stars, like teardrops shining with silver light...

The old man stood in the middle of the patio, looking at the stars in the sky and was silent, at this moment this ancient style and ancient courtyard of the deep house, the boxy courtyard is full of traces of time, simple but endlessly stretched along the central axis, like a pearl crate exudes a rich historical atmosphere, want to keep the old time in the brick cracks, the gate of the palace is full of green tiles, the curtain is not repeated, here has made him reach the peak moment of his life...

Ouyang Xiu has a poem: "The courtyard is deep and deep", once upon a time it was still "pavilions and pavilions into the stream", and now he is silent alone in the West Building, lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard locks Qingqiu, and he was once full of ambition and finally lost in this era of red lights...

He suddenly felt that everything was fate, whether it was success or failure, everything could only be fate, according to fate, right?

The tea in the tea bowl in his hand was already cold, and he suddenly remembered... People walk tea cool... is very in line with his mood at the moment, his life has deduced too many successes and failures, joys and sorrows...

Once upon a time, when the waves of desire drowned the sail of emotion, he abandoned his wife who was in the same boat through thick and thin, and now that I think about it, those so-called wind and snow are just the passing years that can't be hurt, and the remnants of the sunset are just passing away...

His wife was born in the military, and the toughness implanted in her heart once made her paranoid to defend marriage, in fact, in that era, the breakdown of the family not only meant losing love, but losing the whole life...

He didn't understand the pathos of a woman, he almost got out of marriage like a wild horse, her strong character made her rather die, and finally one day, in the dead of night on the street, she rushed to a big truck like crazy, he watched coldly at the scene and did not save her, she ended their marriage in the most tragic way... And at that time, he was soaring, but he didn't have a trace of remorse...

The car accident of his ex-wife became an indelible mark in his future career, and he took a lot of effort to smooth out the negative impact caused by this incident, but in the end he was also greatly damaged...

He put on reading glasses, looked at only one family photo, touched his daughter's smile like a flower, looked at himself who was once strong, and unconsciously crossed two lines of tears...

After the tragedy of the ex-wife, the eighteen-year-old daughter ... Ten years later, she became a painter in a foreign land, and opened an exhibition at the Louvre Museum in Paris, and the most vibrant work is a "Mother" painting, the daughter and the photographer's boyfriend had a romantic flash marriage in the ancient city of Prague in Europe, and he as her only relative did not know...

The years are piled up with heartache, too many stories are hidden in the bottom of my heart, and the string of remorse is just waiting for someone to pluck, and it will be overflowing.

The silent night is still spreading, the wind of longing mixed with loneliness and loneliness fills his heart, he can only linger in place, waiting for the unpredictable future...

The night is deep, the wind is curtains, if the time has come from the beginning, he will sit alone under the moss-growing wooden window, make a pot of idle tea, indifferent to fame and fortune, do not ask, fame and fortune, fly wings, wander the world...

He inexplicably misses his alma mater, a famous university, the cradle of his growth, the place where his dreams fly, where every grass and tree carries his eternal attachment to that era, when his heart was pure and free of impurities...

A few days later, he returned to his alma mater with his secretary and entourage, and the students were excited and tearful, and all the teachers and students rushed to shake hands with him in the auditorium, and he became an insurmountable monument to the university...

I'm afraid he couldn't have imagined that this trip would be the last time he would appear in the public eye, and he just said goodbye to the changing political stage...

Soon he had an inscription on a boulder in front of that university... There's no limit to learning... It was also removed a little bit by the craftsman invited by the school... That's the last vestige of him in the world of power...

In the suite of the Bihai Yuntian Hotel on the top floor of Haishi, the same sleepless night, the same desperation, Miao Fu's blood pressure has been floating high recently...

She finally understands that life is a one-way journey, and it is impossible to turn back after it has passed...

The absurd passing years, shaking off the dust and smoke of memories in a place, she stood at the window in confusion, the city was trampled under her feet, but she didn't know how to place her own trance...

Life is very cruel, use the weak to let you experience the joy of success, teach you to sit back and relax, and remind you with the sword and sword that you have a long way to go...

The secretary's phone rang to interrupt her contemplation, it was Han Liuye who arrived...

This character who called for wind and rain in the land of Bashu came to Haishi in an unusually low-key manner, without the pomp and circumstance of the past, he looked worried...

I haven't seen each other for a long time, there is no polite greeting, and the two of them have a tacit understanding that they are both fallen people at the end of the world...

In fact, they don't know what to live for? If they had realized the true meaning of life earlier, they would have known what to do. Then there wouldn't have been so much blood and sin going on ...

An Wen has been separated from them for a whole century, and there is no turning back, let alone staying where he is...

"Mr. Miao, looking at the current complicated situation, we can no longer wait and see what happens, we have to make plans early, I didn't expect this day to come so soon?" Han Liuye stroked the tea in his hand, looked at her and said...

"Mr. Han, I haven't been able to figure out a lot of things? Where are we defeated? Miao Fu sighed, looking at Han Liuye in confusion...

"Actually, no one is wrong, the fault lies in my poor background and yours, we want to get ahead, we care too much about our inner feelings, and we are too eager to succeed! In fact, why aren't we chess pieces in this puzzle? "Han Liuye is a little sad...

"Fate is a gamble, what we can do at the moment is to try not to leave flaws, to make things happen in the sky, whether it is success or failure, everything is just a passing cloud..."

"Forget it, think about our next step, right? In fact, we don't have to be too pessimistic, we still have a chance to turn around! One thing might surprise you? Miao Fu sneered meaningfully...

Time in the room seems to stand still somewhere, and everything around is stained with a layer of dust...

In the drizzle and hazy Lin'an Nanxun Town, Huayu Film and Television Company's annual highlight drama "Spy Butterfly" was filmed here, after becoming the largest shareholder of Shenjiang Group, Huayu Film and Television quickly carried out asset restructuring, after the reorganization, Shenjiang Group took film and television investment as the main line, and the actual controller of the company, Fang Dingding, personally served as the producer and starring of the play...

Nanxun Town at night, the dark sky with a thin mist, the town is particularly desolate in the fog, like a drunken drunkard like loneliness...

The town retains the characteristics of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the mottled walls leave ancient imprints, at the end of the road, there is a windswept stage, the wood is an overgrown wasteland, the crew lights candles in the empty and dim, and the flames sway and sway in the wind that penetrates through the holes in the wall...

The faded red bricks and green tiles also show the vicissitudes of life. The mystery of the ancient town is unpredictable, as if it has buried the old things that have gone through the wind and rain, and finally can no longer be hidden, it wants to confide, it wants to tell those ancient and mysterious past events to this piece of heaven and land......

This is an anti-Japanese drama, describing a pair of hot-blooded young people in the war-torn era, different fates, greedy and vain heroines finally became shameful traitors, tonight's scene is his former lover embarked on the road of revolution, so as to finally clean up the traitor's role...

The script and scenes that have been finalized, at the request of Fang Dingding, who is known as the "drama bully", kept adding scenes, and her behavior caused dissatisfaction among all the cast and crew, and even caused the anger of the second heroine Zi Yan...

The night was deep, the moon flickered in the misty dark clouds, the crew was exhausted, and Fang Dingding was still not satisfied with his performance in the play, and added another scene with ingenuity, that is, she was wearing a snow-white cheongsam, kissing her lover in the night, and when she was inseparable, lingering and compassionate, the lover pulled the trigger, and the heroine fell poignantly in a pool of blood, and the picture was beautiful with desolation...

Everyone dared to cooperate angrily, it was already one o'clock in the morning, everyone's eyelids were fighting, and the prop master of the crew, Lao Wang, was napping in the corner... And the drama crew is even more sleepy coping...

This is today's last scene, in the director Qiu Feng's "start" voice, the hero and heroine kissed affectionately again...

The dark and dreary night seems to be heavily smeared on the sky, and who has not noticed that the shadows in the dark corners move like ghosts...

Director Qiu Feng looked at this scene with great satisfaction, preparing for the last scene... Shoot... Then we can call it a day tonight...

However, Fang Dingding came to inspiration again, she asked to change this scene to her grabbing Zi Yan as a hostage, forcing the male protagonist to release her, the male protagonist shot in a hurry, and Zi Yan sacrificed...

Helpless everyone, afraid of the boss's wealth, can only do it, Lao Wang has simply snored like thunder, the drama took the props and guns, everyone looked forward to the gun, go back to sleep...

The whole town adds a different kind of mystery in the thick fog, and the silence is a little eerie...

A muffled gunshot pierced the night sky, and tonight's gunshots were particularly realistic, even waking up the snoring Wang, and everyone fell into confusion for a moment, feeling that something was wrong there...

Zi Yan in a purple cheongsam fell in a pool of blood, today Zi Yan's expression seems to be a special play, at the moment of being shot, her expression is painful, and there is an intriguing accident in the distortion... The beautiful picture is slightly better than Fang Dingding, and director Qiu Feng finally shouted out with relief... Call it a day... Two words.

Everyone was packing up their things in exhaustion, and everyone in the chaos ignored Zi Yan, who had been lying there quietly...

Until Qiu Feng shouted: "Zi Yan, are you too into the play?" Get up, right? It's over..."

In the dark night, except for the rustling of leaves, everyone felt that something was wrong hidden in their hearts at this moment...

Suddenly, a terrible scream once again pierced the silence of the night sky...