[Change first, please watch again in 15 minutes]

Before you know it, the weather is getting cooler.

Jin Yichuan wore a heavy cloak on his body and came to the door of the medical hall alone.

He lowered his eyes and lingered in front of the mottled black lacquered wooden door for a long time, and finally reached out and knocked on the door.

"Squeak......

In the middle of the night, a small crack was opened in the wooden door from the inside.

Miss Zhang Yan poked her head out of it and saw Jin Yichuan standing outside the door, her expression instantly lit up, and a bright moon seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

"Master Jin!"

She opened the door with a smile, walked into the house briskly, and said, "My father is going to the doctor, you wait a minute, I'll pour you tea......"

"Miss Zhang Yan," but behind her, Jin Yichuan suddenly interrupted her and said, "Don't bother. ”

"I'm not here to find Dr. Zhang."

Hearing this, Zhang Yan stopped, and turned back with some doubts.

Jin Yichuan looked at her clear and bright eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and handed the sachet in his palm to Zhang Yan.

"Sachet, give you back."

Jin Yichuan quietly looked at the girl in front of him and said in a low voice, "I'm here to say goodbye to you." ”

The breeze blew, and the tassels hanging from the sachet swayed gently with the wind.

Zhang Yan looked at the sachet and raised her eyes to look at Jin Yichuan in front of her, and the look of joy when she saw him at first glance suddenly faded from her face little by little.

"Goodbye?" Instead of picking up the sachet, she asked, a little confused, "Where are you going?" ”

Jin Yichuan was silent for a long time and said, "Leave the capital." ”

He put the sachet on the stone table in the courtyard, stared into the girl's eyes, arched his hand at her, and said with a light smile: "There will be a period later." ”

With that, he immediately turned around and left the small courtyard of the medical hall.

……

The late autumn evening scene was decaying and depressed, and the grass and trees on the bank of the river were withered and yellow, and the scattered hair on his forehead was also blown.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

Jin Yichuan walked on the path by the river, coughing lowly, his shoulders trembling slightly from the forbearance of his efforts.

Just as he was about to walk up the stone bridge, he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and turned back.

However, before he could reach the door of the medical hall, he saw the girl Zhang Yan who had just said goodbye hurriedly chasing after him, as if she wanted to find him.

The two met again under the dead branches under the almond tree by the river, and they were stunned and stopped.

"Jin Ye ......"

"Miss Zhang Yan......"

The two of them opened their mouths at the same time, and then stopped separately.

"You speak first." After a while, Jin Yichuan was the first to speak.

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment, smiled reluctantly, handed a thin piece of letterhead to Jin Yichuan, and said, "Sachet, I'll take it back, this is the prescription in the sachet." ”

As she spoke, she unconsciously lowered her head and whispered, "In the future, you can also find someone else to dispense medicine for you." ”

"This medicine is always carried on your body, and it can cure your cough."

Jin Yichuan took the letterhead from her hand, opened it, looked at the handwriting on it, and was speechless for a while.

"What did you just want to tell me?" Zhang Yan asked.

"I want to say," Jin Yichuan's voice sounded slightly dry, he cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "In the future, when your father is away, you don't just open the door for others." ”

"It's dangerous."

When Zhang Yan heard this, she couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, okay, I know." ”

As she spoke, she arched her hand in the same way as Jin Yichuan, looked at the other party's eyes generously, and said, "There will be a period later." ”

Jin Yichuan also arched his hand at her and said, "There will be a period later." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had relieved each other, and each turned to leave.

Under the lens of the long shot, on the bank of the river, Jin Yichuan's thin figure walked onto the stone bridge leading to the other bank.

But when he reached the middle of the bridge, he reached out and leaned on the railing, and looked back at the almond tree by the river again.

However, at this time, the apricot tree has long since ceased to be full of flowers, and there are only withered yellow weeds on the wall next to the tree, and the girl who peeked at him is no longer seen.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Jin Yichuan propped his hands on the bluestone fence, coughing uncontrollably, and his body was a little unsteady due to trembling.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were slightly red from the violent coughing.

At this time, the camera turned.

I saw that in the courtyard wall of the medical hall, Zhang Yan was curled up and squatting by the wall, holding the octagonal sachet in her hand, crying like rain.

The previous ancient music sounded again at this time, but the tune remained unchanged, and the instrument was changed from the previous bamboo flute to the dong flute.

The sound of the flute is quiet, like crying, just like the cold tones and the withered autumn scenery in the picture at this time.

At this moment, many girls in the screening room couldn't help but have red eyes and secretly removed the tears from the corners of their eyes.

And Zhou Ran, who was in the "enemy camp", no longer had the heart to criticize the tune, but listened to the tune, looked at the picture in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

It turns out that this is emotion......

That's what they call an "incoming call......

He watched his opponent's films with a critical eye, but for the first time, he really experienced the charm of acting.

Zhou Ran has always felt that romance movies are the easiest and best to shoot, as long as the screenwriter pokes the audience's pain points with the story, the person who should cry will naturally cry.

However, Xu Zhen's performance just now was completely different from what he imagined.

- The delicate relationship between the two really depends on the performance to turn from fake to real.

Alas, I really don't have the material to act in movies...... Xu Zhen's performance of this grade, after Zhou Ran watched it, he didn't even know how to imitate.

But......

He turned his head to look at the little girls around him who were secretly crying, and couldn't help but pout his lips a little arrogantly.

Although I admit that your acting skills are really good, but you want to rely on this kind of bridge to trick my tears?

Wish for the moon!

Lao Tzu has never been in love at all, do you want to use this to make me empathize? Hehe, impossible.

Wait for me to have a big dinner for you!

At this point, the on-screen story continues.

Jin Yichuan said goodbye to Zhang Yan and came to the teahouse agreed upon by the three brothers.

None of his two brothers, however, came.

The eldest brother was drinking wine and eating meat in his own home, looking at the official uniforms of hundreds of households hanging on the shelves, and he had no intention of leaving;

The second brother hurriedly went to the Teaching Workshop Division to redeem Miss Zhou, but was begged by the other party to go to Zhao Prison to save people.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Jin Yichuan did not wait for his brother, but waited for a strange child.

"There is an uncle surnamed Ding, let me give this to Master Jin." The boy walked up to him, spread his palm, and handed him something.

Jin Yichuan took a look, and there was a moment of panic in his eyes.

- It's the octagonal sachet he just gave Zhang Yan!

The film finally comes to the final chapter.

The second brother, Shen Lian, was besieged and killed when he picked up Miss Zhou in Nuanxiang Pavilion; The eldest brother meticulously put on his long-awaited official uniform and calmly went to the yamen; Jin Yichuan hurriedly ran back to the hospital and entered over the wall, only to find Dr. Zhang tragically dead in the hospital, while Miss Zhang Yan was in a coma in the room, lying on the ground in disheveled clothes.

When Jin Yichuan saw the scene in front of him, his face turned pale and his lips trembled slightly.

He hurriedly took off his cloak, put it over the girl's body, and carefully carried her to the couch beside him, looking helpless.

"Someone paid for your life." At this moment, a figure appeared in the courtyard.

The senior brother who had been blackmailing him carried his long knife, looked at Jin Yichuan with interest, and said, "Anyway, I'm going to kill you sooner or later, why don't you just do it today?" ”

When Jin Yichuan heard this, he slowly turned his head.

There was no expression on his pale face, but his eyes were bloodshot, and an unprecedented awe-inspiring killing intent appeared.

Snowflakes are falling in the sky, and the decaying late autumn is finally about to be buried by heavy snow.

Jin Yichuan pulled out the long knife at his waist and rushed towards the courtyard like a sharp arrow.

He spared no effort with his sword, preferring to die together, and vowed to kill the other party, but in the face of his senior brother who knew his tricks well, he fought until he coughed up blood when he became ill, and still failed to turn the tide of the battle.

Jin Yichuan fell to the snow in a daze, reached out and grabbed the tip of his senior brother's knife against his throat, and begged like a whisper: "Let that girl go......"

Seeing the blood on his hand sliding down the tip of the knife drop by drop, Senior Brother's eyes flickered slightly, he leaned down and said in a low voice: "If Senior Brother tells you, I haven't touched that girl, are you happy?" ”

When Jin Yichuan heard this, his eyes that had been out of focus trembled slightly, as if a glimmer of light suddenly lit up.

"Ahem, ahem......" He coughed lightly, a half-gentle smile appeared on his dead face, and the wanton murderous aura in his eyes suddenly disappeared at this moment.

When the senior brother saw his expression, he couldn't help but turn his face away.

"You're sick like this, and it's not interesting anymore."

He was holding a long knife in his hand, but he didn't stab it for a long time, and muttered in his mouth: "But if I kill you, I will be the only one left in this world......

When the senior brother was hesitating, Jin Yichuan, who was lying on the snow, suddenly caught a glimpse: there was a black hole in the eaves of the fire, which was aimed at the back of the senior brother.

"Senior brother!"

He mustered all his strength and rose up to knock his brother down.

"Bang!"

There was a bang, and the picture on the screen suddenly fell into darkness.

……

Seeing this scene cut off here, a low cry suddenly sounded in the screening room.

It turned out that Gonggong Zhao not only hired his senior brother to kill Jin Yichuan, but also arranged a backhand!

What's next?

Is Jin Yichuan dead?

At this time, the picture turned, and the camera came to Shen Lian's story line.

He was besieged and killed in the Nuanxiang Pavilion, and after a terrible battle, he fought his way out of the siege with a lot of scars.

Shen Lian took Miss Zhou to the hospital in embarrassment to find his brother, but when he pushed open the courtyard door, all he saw was the mess after the war.

He staggered into the courtyard and stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, purple and black plasma, messy footsteps, and a muddy yard mixed with blood.

Shen Lian stared straight at the figure in the courtyard.

I saw that Jin Yichuan was wearing a thin coarse linen shirt, lying quietly on the snow.

There was no trace of hideousness on Qingjun's face, as if he was asleep, however, his cheeks and lips were not half bloody, and the heavy snow had almost completely buried his body.

"Plop ......"

Shen Lian was weak, and he knelt down in front of Jin Yichuan weakly, as if he had been drained of his muscles.

He hung his head and grabbed the slush on the ground, his eyes instantly red like blood.

"Second brother is wrong......"

Shen Lian's hoarse voice trembled violently, and said, "Second brother regrets it, second brother regrets it......"

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, dripping on the snow in front of him.

The tense thread that had just been fought all the way out of the death realm was broken in an instant, and he kept repeating the sentence "Second brother regretted it" like a madman, and gradually changed from silent tears to crying bitterly.

……

In the end, the three brothers could not escape the fate of the ants.

The eldest brother Lu Jianxing wore the long-awaited official uniform of a hundred households, calmly accepted the crime, and took all the responsibility for risking Wei Zhongxian on himself; The third brother Jin Yichuan failed to escape the serial killing after all, the heavy snow buried all his secrets, and death ended all his illness.

Shen Lian hid in the crowd with a dead face, watching his eldest brother being sentenced to death, with a "bang", a basin of cold water poured down, washing away the blood stains on the beheading platform, and also erasing all the traces of the hard work of this man named "Lu Jianxing" for half a life.

Most of the pain in this life stems from the obsessions and struggles that cannot be supposed.

The weeping desolate music lingered in the screening hall, and Zhou Ran listened to the low whimpering voices of the audience around him, and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

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The ground was littered with severed limbs, purple and black plasma, messy footsteps, and a muddy yard mixed with blood.

Shen Lian stared straight at the figure in the courtyard.

I saw that Jin Yichuan was wearing a thin coarse linen shirt, lying quietly on the snow.

There was no trace of hideousness on Qingjun's face, as if he was asleep, however, his cheeks and lips were not half bloody, and the heavy snow had almost completely buried his body.

"Plop ......"

Shen Lian was weak, and he knelt down in front of Jin Yichuan weakly, as if he had been drained of his muscles.

He hung his head and grabbed the slush on the ground, his eyes instantly red like blood.

"Second brother is wrong......"

Shen Lian's hoarse voice trembled violently, and said, "Second brother regrets it, second brother regrets it......"

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, dripping on the snow in front of him.

The tense thread that had just been fought all the way out of the death realm was broken in an instant, and he kept repeating the sentence "Second brother regretted it" like a madman, and gradually changed from silent tears to crying bitterly.

……

In the end, the three brothers could not escape the fate of the ants.

The eldest brother Lu Jianxing wore the long-awaited official uniform of a hundred households, calmly accepted the crime, and took all the responsibility for risking Wei Zhongxian on himself; The third brother Jin Yichuan failed to escape the serial killing after all, the heavy snow buried all his secrets, and death ended all his illness.

Shen Lian hid in the crowd with a dead face, watching his eldest brother being sentenced to death, with a "bang", a basin of cold water poured down, washing away the blood stains on the beheading platform, and also erasing all the traces of the hard work of this man named "Lu Jianxing" for half a life.

Most of the pain in this life stems from the obsessions and struggles that cannot be supposed.

The weeping desolate music lingered in the screening hall, and Zhou Ran listened to the low whimpering voices of the audience around him, and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.