"I remember when I was a teenager,

……

The old days have slowed down,

Cars, horses, and mail are slow,

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime. ”

Bai Xia'er held a silk handkerchief in her hand, on which a poem was written crookedly.

She looked at the Great Wall Wings slowly departing in the distance, and her eyes were already confused.

He remembers.

He remembered it all!

Bai Xia'er bit her lip.

Ten years ago, the innocent appearance of the two chief horn teenagers on the shore of West Lake still seemed like yesterday.

Those clumsy vows are still in my ears.

The sweetness of the meat steamed bun that was shared still lingers on the tip of the tongue......

"Miss, are you crying?"

Gillian quietly stretched out her head and said in surprise, "Miss, the Chinese characters on this silk handkerchief are so ugly!" Uglier than Gillian's kanji! ”

Bai Xia'er burst into tears and laughed, raised her pink fist and tapped it lightly on the maid's head: "Stupid Jillian, he did it on purpose, this is the font he used when he was a child, only I know!" ”

"Is that so?"

Gillian hugged her head and became even more curious, "Miss, let Gillian read this poem!" ”

"No way!"

Bai Xia'er hurriedly folded the silk handkerchief carefully and hid it in her belly pocket, "It's not to underestimate Gillian, but you can't read his poems......"

……

The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even good.

Zhu Fugui presented a small poem carefully composed by himself, which really disturbed the white girl's heart.

To tell the truth, Zhu Fugui was taken aback by Bai Xia'er's reaction to seeing the poem "Once Upon a Time".

Zhu Fugui knows that Mu Xin's hypocritical poem is very useful, but Bai Xia'er doesn't look like that kind of ignorant girl?

I've been in contact with the White Girl for more than a year.

The two worked together, ate boxed lunches together, and fought together for a plot and performance.

Zhu Fugui thinks he still knows her very well.

I didn't expect her to be a literary young woman in her bones?

Or......

Is it love that lowers her IQ?

As the saying goes, there is no man in this world who can withstand Zhu Dashuai's shot, and no woman can withstand Zhu Xiaoshuai's smile, handsome is able to do whatever he wants.

Zhu Fugui felt that it must be his appearance that added points to Mu Xin's broken poems.

·

"Hiroshima Love" is unsurprisingly popular again, especially among the women who married into the Ming Dynasty and had a strong resonance.

It is said that every Japanese girl who leaves the theater has tears on her face.

In particular, the ending song of the same name sung by Zhu Fugui and Bai Xiaer was popular on the streets and alleys for a while.

Following the success of North America, the film of "Hiroshima Love" will also be shipped to the Ujima Prefecture.

There, this main theme film with layers of camouflage will earn more cultural value for Zhu Fugui.

During this time, Bai Xiaer attended many movie promotion activities, and she was still busy.

Zhu Fugui planned to wait for her to be a little free, so he struck while the iron was hot and asked her to go to the Yellowstone Grand Canyon to watch the waterfall and sunrise.

However, a sudden event disrupts the dating plan of the Great Father.

·

The early morning of July came very early, and at six o'clock, Fengdu was already shrouded in a faint morning glow.

Before the morning mist had lifted, a newsboy on a bicycle rode his bicycle to the newspaper box in front of the reporter's house, and the opening and closing of the lid of the mailbox sounded the crisp sound of metal crashing.

The vast majority of these newspaper boys were students from Fengdu Middle School, Fengdu Vocational School, Shui Shi No. 1 College, Guozijian and other schools.

Although tuition and fees are waived, many students choose to work part-time to earn their living expenses.

Every day at five o'clock, they would take the first bus from the school to the newspaper office to pick up the newspaper, and then ride their bicycles to deliver the newspapers to the newspaper subscribers in Fengdu City according to the assigned route.

In Daming, not everyone is qualified to run a newspaper casually, and entertainment tabloids are not the mainstream.

"Daming Times", a newspaper with a deep royal background, has always accounted for more than half of the Fengdu newspaper subscriptions because of its authority and effectiveness.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Trying to pedal the bicycle, Fang Xiang seemed to have a fire burning in his mind.

Today, he has long since lost the leisure and leisure of riding on the empty road in the early morning to deliver newspapers.

At this moment, the only thing Fang Xiang wanted to do was to desperately speed up and get the newspaper to everyone as soon as possible.

If anyone sees Fang Xiang now, they must not be able to associate him with the cheerful boy who likes to tell jokes with a strong Hunan accent.

As a Xianghuai international student at the same time as Sha Jingfang, because of his young age, Fang Xiang only studied in the second year of graduate school.

At this time, this veritable pride of the heavens is like an angry calf.

The white shirt was perfectly fit to the skin, damp, and the eyes under the glasses were bloodshot, as if they had just cried.

"These brutes!"

Fang Xiang parked his bicycle and changed the newspaper in the newspaper column at the entrance of the market before entering the market to deliver newspapers door-to-door.

When he nailed today's copy of "Daming Times" to the wooden board, he couldn't help but look at the picture on the front page again.

The pictures printed by photogravure are very beautiful, no different from the actual photos, and Daming Times is the first newspaper in the world to use photogravure technology to print newspaper pictures.

But the high-definition picture is so dazzling at this time.

In the picture, several soldiers dressed in Tsarist Russian Cossack costumes, smoking low-quality cigarettes, playfully looking at the Qing people who were forced into the surging river by bayonets not far away.

The men wore braids, three or five large braids tied together, and their bodies were covered in dredging and knife wounds.

Some of the broken bones were discarded haphazardly on the ground, and pregnant women and children lay in pools of blood.

There are people in the river struggling in vain.

The end of everything is already doomed.

At the top of this picture, eye-catching large characters are printed in red ink, like a blood book: [Hailan Bubble Tragedy! 】

·

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the fifth year of Dewu, no one would have thought that this day would start in such a way.

When Xia Zhixin, as usual, got up early and drank the bottled fresh milk he ordered, and read the newspaper of the day by the way, there was a crumbling sound, and the milk bottle was crumbled to the ground.

There was a fat woman's complaint and a baby's cry in the room, but Xia Zhixin didn't care at all.

He didn't care about sweeping the floor or his injured toe, so he quickly turned on the radio.

The male voice that always made him familiar came from the radio:

"Compatriots, people, all the descendants of Zhuxia, today I report to you with great sorrow the extremely angry tragedy that occurred on the north bank of the Heilongjiang River on this darkest day......

In addition to Xia Zhixin, Bai Xia'er, who had just changed into a beautiful dress, also heard the voice on the radio.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and gently faded the neon dress from her body.

Bai Xia'er knew that it was impossible for that man to come to today's date.

He must not come.

Glancing at the perfect carcass in the mirror.

If he came here for this, even Bai Xia'er would be disappointed in him!

Soon, Bai Xia'er changed into a strong suit.

She knew that a new war was about to begin.

His women all have their part to play.

Bai Xia'er has been thinking about what she can do for him during this time.

The result of thinking is to use the emerging form of film to further unite the hearts of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Without Zhu Fugui noticing at all, Bai Xia'er got in touch with Yin Susu.

And they are planning the filming of "Daming Women's Army" together.

·

Compared with the stormy clouds outside to destroy the city, everyone in the Generalissimo's Mansion seemed relatively calm.

Because compared to the news that the people get from newspapers and broadcasts, all the top officials of the Ming Dynasty here know more detailed information.

Hailan Pao was the capital of the Amur Region of the Russian Federation.

Its Russian name is Blagoveshchensk, which means city of the Annunciation.

What kind of joy this city has reported is naturally self-evident.

It is worth mentioning that Volav, an Russian with hyperthyroidism who "I love China so much", is the city of Annunciation.

This time, the news of the [Hailan Bubble Tragedy] is real news.

But it's not exactly true news.

The Daming Times report was not comprehensive.