A year later

Twenty-three years of the Republic of China

In the room, Pei Yanzhi was practicing calligraphy in the room when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Come in, the door isn't closed!" The way of Pei Yan.

Zixuan walked in with a box of pastries, he put the pastries on the table, looked at the good words written by Pei Yanzhi, and exclaimed: "Mr. has a good pen, the font is flying and dancing, it is really a good hand, I don't know what Mr. wrote?" Can you show Zixuan? ”

"Yes!" Pei Yanzhi replied simply.

Zixuan picked up the rice paper on the table and continued to chatter.

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

This is a poem by the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu. Why did you write this poem today? Zixuan was puzzled

"Zixuan, come with me to a place."

Pei Yanzhi took Zixuan to the top of a mountain in Jiangxi. The top of the mountain is very high, and from a distance, you can see half of the rivers and mountains in Jiangxi.

"Zixuan, do you see it? The castle tower in front of it was closed, and all the people standing were Japanese! And the streets are full of Japanese lackeys! The Japanese invaded China, plundered the country, stole domestic treasures, and oppressed the people, looting the people's fat and ointment! It's hateful! Pei Yanzhi hugged the grievances.

"Sir, you see, you are also idle, take advantage of this leisure, why don't you make plans early?" Zixuan kindly reminded.

Pei Yanzhi was a little angry and said, "What are you talking about?" Although I am an actor, I am also a Chinese son! If you want me to take care of my own life, how can I do it? At this point, he raised his eyes again, looked at the Japanese who were doing their best on the street, and sighed: "Besides, as long as the Japanese are still in their homeland, where can I flee to?" This country is all gone, how can there be a home? Let's just live here for a day! ”

"Sir, no matter what you think, Zixuan respects your decision!"

Time flies, and another three years have passed.

A group of Japanese broke into the pear orchard with a lewd-looking Chinese. At this time, Pei Yanzhi was practicing opera in the room, and only heard him sing: "Regret is serious." Looking back, it's all a mirage, who is on the other side......"

Just as he was singing emotionally, a little boy ran to Pei Yanzhi's room, he was out of breath, and hurriedly came over to report: "Oh no, Mr. Pei, the Japanese have broken in." ”

"It's okay, you go down first!" Pei Yanzhi said calmly.

After hearing this, the child respectfully retreated.

The lewd man walked in and said politely: "Mr. Pei, I have admired the name for a long time!" ”

"You're welcome, I don't know why you trespassed into my pear orchard?" Pei Yanzhi was neither humble nor arrogant, and said lightly.

"The imperial army heard a good song sung by Mr. Pei, so he specially came here, and hoped that Mr. Pei would give a thin noodle, arrange it well, and dedicate it to Taijun tomorrow night."

"I'm really sorry, the drama can be sung to people, but it can't be played for animals. So, please go back! Pei Yanzhi's tone sounded like a refusal, but in fact he was resolute.

The lewd man didn't laugh angrily, "Mr. Pei, the imperial army can afford you, so they will rent your stage for you to sing." Don't be ignorant, I tell you, if you anger the imperial army, there will be no good fruit to eat! ”

"No matter what you say, I won't sing this play tomorrow night!" Pei Yanzhi said calmly.

Although Pei Yanzhi is a drama, his arrogance is admirable. For him, the head can be broken and blood can be shed, but the backbone of the Chinese cannot be lost! Therefore, even if the blood is splashed in the pear orchard today, it cannot succumb to the obscenity of this group of pirates!

"Mr. Pei is really arrogant, which is really admirable. Mr. Pei, you don't think about yourself and don't sing this play, but the people of Anyuan County, Jiangxi, have you ever thought about it? A wicked smile appeared on the lewd man's face, which sounded like a discussion, but was actually a threat.

"What do you mean?" One sentence disrupted Pei Yanzhi's apparent calm, and at this moment, he was a little flustered.

"Bring someone in!" As soon as the words fell, a strong man and an old woman were brought up.

"Mr. Pei, if you don't sing this play, they will die!" The lewd man took out a gun as he spoke, and without hesitation, he killed the strong man next to him, and the blood soaked the backstage.

When Pei Yanzhi saw it, he hesitated in his heart. This group of traitors, in order to survive, actually attacked their own compatriots, it is really inferior! Pei Yanzhi cursed in his heart.

"Mr. Pei, it seems that you still don't agree!" As he spoke, he pointed his gun at the old woman.

The old woman looked panicked, and when she saw this, she was already frightened in her heart. But dare to be angry and dare not speak!

Pei Yanzhi struggled in his heart for a long time, but in the end, the old woman's panicked and frightened look finally made him soften.

"Wait!" Pei Yanzhi hurriedly stopped.

"What? Agreed? The corners of the lewd man's mouth hooked up into a smug smile

"You go back and tell Taijun that I'll play tomorrow night!" Pei Yanzhi gritted his teeth and said against his heart.

Death is an unknown and terrible thing for people, I don't know how determined Pei Yanzhi is to put life and death aside!

This invader of the Republic of China is fierce and cruel, and when he goes, I don't know whether it is evil or auspicious. Pei Yanzhi had never considered this, and now he only knew that if he sacrificed himself, it would be worth it to change the people of a county!

Scold! But also, I'm a dramatist, I have no heart, and my body is dirty, so my life is worthless for a long time.

- Pei Yanzhi

Scold! It's really ridiculous, since ancient times, the drama is ruthless, but compared to those Chinese who betray the country to seek glory, the drama is much more affectionate and righteous than those people. Their affection can be selflessly dedicated, in order to save an old woman, they can bend and stretch, lose their pride and dignity, endure a grief and indignation, and agree to the enemy's request!

This night, Pei Yanzhi sat in the room holding a pen and writing words, and when he remembered the thing he promised to the lewd man today, he felt a burst of resentment in his heart. His mind was chaotic, disturbing his state of mind, and at this time, his mind was blank, holding the pen, and he didn't know what to write.

At this time, Zixuan walked in with a pot of tea and said with concern: "Sir, it's cold, drink a cup of tea to warm up!" ”

As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea and handed it to Pei Yanzhi. After Pei Yanzhi took it, he took a sip. He suddenly remembered that he was going to sing for the Japanese devils tomorrow night, and he was angry for a while, and in an impulsive way, he had more strength in his hand, and he actually crushed the teacup. Blood flowed from his warm palm to the ink, merging into one color.

"Sir, why are you ......" Zixuan was shocked when he saw it, and he hurriedly wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief while he was concerned.

Pei Yan's face was indifferent, as if he couldn't feel pain.

"It doesn't matter! Bring the paper, ink, pen, and inkstone! ”

"Sir, your hand is injured, so don't write it yet." Zixuan was very worried.

Pei Yanzhi looked at Zixuan's beautiful face, and he suddenly took out a large jar of money from the wardrobe behind him, "Zixuan, thank you all these years!" As he spoke, he handed her the jar of money and persuaded, "Take this jar of money to redeem yourself, and live the rest well!" Speaking of this, his expression gradually became serious, and he said, "Also, please help me dismiss everyone in the pear orchard, and let them escape overnight with the valuable things in the pear orchard." When you escape, ask them to seal the doors in all the corners of the courtyard, and then pour oil on the walls, pear orchards, backyards, and especially the gates where the guests are seated, leaving only one gate, and wait until tomorrow night, when the play begins, and when the imperial army comes in, they will seal the gates and throw torches from all sides outside the walls. Do you understand? ”

After Zixuan heard this, she was shocked.

No, sir, you, you're going to die! Zixuan shook her head, and her breath began to be disordered.

"I don't understand, sir, you're looking for death! I don't want you, I don't want you to die, sir! Zixuan cried and pleaded.

Sir, Zixuan is pleased with you! In Zixuan's heart, you are Zixuan's sky, if you die, what should Zixuan do?

Pei Yanzhi pulled Zixuan and pushed him and the jar of money out of the door. Pei Yanzhi closed the door tightly, and said solemnly: "Zixuan, I have never begged you for anything, but I beg you today, I will definitely get this matter done, and tomorrow I will succeed in one fell swoop." You know? ”

"No, don't, sir! I'm not leaving, I'm not going......" Zixuan cried

"Zixuan, if you don't leave, I will die in front of you now!" Pei Yanzhi was resolute.

Pei Yanzhi forced each other to die, so that Zixuan had to compromise! However, in Zixuan's heart, she also understood that it was time for her to do something for Pei Yanzhi!

"No, no, sir, good, good! I'm going, I'm leaving! Zixuan shed tears and reluctantly left.

Sir, I will do what you say. Tomorrow, you will not be disappointed. But, sir, I will not leave, even if I die.

- Zixuan

Zixuan, over the years, I know how you have treated me, thank you! I know you in this life, and I die without resentment!

- Xiao Linsheng

Seeing Zixuan's figure gradually disappearing into the night, Pei Yanzhi sat in front of the desk again, took a pen, and wrote with blood and ink:

I once saw the warbler crying in the Jinling Jade Palace, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it would be easy to freeze! Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, seeing him feast guests, seeing his building collapse! This moss and green tile pile, I once slept and slept well, and I saw the rise and fall of fifty years. That Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, Mo Chou ghost cries at night, and the phoenix is perched on the owl bird. The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, the old realm is difficult to lose, I don't believe in this map change! A set of "Mourning Jiangnan", singing sadly until old age.