Senior Superstar

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Under the strong scheduling ability of Li Shixin's team, all the group performers participating in this wedding have been in place in just two hours.

With the influx of more than 200 of the best special actors from Rongdian, the entire Republic of China set came alive!

The steamer in the steamed stuffed bun shop is emitting steam, the front of the rickshaw is rattling, and the girl selling cigarettes who sells "Old Knife, Fairy, Three Forts" has a voice as clear as a cuckoo in the Spring Festival.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a group of people who didn't fit in with the environment stopped on the street.

Panting, Wu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked anxiously at Zhao Amei who was in the wheelchair.

"ah"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she almost failed.

"Qingru, we're here."

Forcibly pulling herself back, she leaned down and whispered in Zhao Amei's ear.

"Where?"

Zhao Amei, whose consciousness was already blurred, asked subconsciously.

"On the street in front of Ting Qing's house, we can only send our relatives here. On the next road, Ting Qing will pick her up in person. You have to ride a big horse and carry eight big sedan chairs to pick you up!"

Wu Ming endured the bullying emotion and tried his best to make his voice soothed and peaceful.

Hearing what she said, Zhao Amei tried hard to open her eyes.

A rickshaw sped past her.

Under the bright early autumn sun, the driver pulling the cart was only wearing a mandarin jacket. His fat trouser legs were rolled up high, swinging back and forth as the two long legs moved. The stretched muscles exposed in the air are like a standing and galloping horse.

The steamed stuffed buns on the side of the street are unrolled.

A cage of white and tender steamed stuffed buns exuded steaming white air. The peddler arched his smiling face, pulled out a piece of kraft paper familiarly, wrapped two of them, and handed them to him in front of him. Girl with curly hair.

In the nearby teahouse, the storyteller was holding a folding fan and slapped the Xingmu on the table.

"As soon as the Xing wood sounded, I continued to comment on Shen Wanshan. The above document said that Shen Wanshan found a yellow old man who was fishing after a lot of trouble."

The sunshine was just right, reflecting the expectant faces of the spectators extraordinarily vividly.

There was a strange yet familiar smell in the air.

Looking at the vivid crowd and street scene, Zhao Amei's eyes were blurred.

This is the Ting Qing family?

Yes, he said it.

Before the Japanese came in, the alley in front of their house was so lively.

But haven't the Japanese planes already blown up all of these?

Zhao Amei was puzzled, she opened her eyes wide, trying to distinguish carefully from the blurred vision——distinguish whether all this is real, or just a dream when she was dying.

A burst of gongs and drums exploded at the end of the alley.

Suona's voice is sharp and loud, urgent and festive.

The sound of horseshoes rattling was caught in it.

An exceptionally tall figure, pulling the rein, from far to near.

When the figure got off the horse and came closer, Zhao Amei saw it clearly.

He was wearing a red robe with a black jacket. The top hat on the head is pinned with red silk flowers, taking advantage of the two black feathers, it looks funny and majestic.

When the man came forward and stood in front of her, Zhao Amei saw it clearly.

Who else could that foolishly smiling blankie be if it wasn't Ting Qing?

No, not Ting Qing.

Ting Qing's left hand has been blown off by the Japanese!

"Qingru, I'm here."

Amid the old man's doubts, "Sun Tingqing" squatted down and grabbed the old man's hands with his hands.

"Tingqing, your hand."

Feeling the hard left hand, the old man froze for a moment.

"Today, Xiao Dengke, he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of others, so he specially made a fake one and pressed it on. Do you like it?"

Rubbing that hard left hand, the old man couldn't control his muddy tears anymore.

It's Ting Qing, it's really Ting Qing!

He survived, he survived!

"Ting Qing. Later, did you get the medicine?"

Holding those big hands tightly, the old man asked excitedly.

Immediately, Liu Feng's grandson's eye circles turned red.

"Fool, of course I got it. Not only the medicine, but also food, a lot of food. All the people in the shelter survived by relying on those medicines and food, and everyone survived to the end. Otherwise Otherwise, how would I come to marry you?"

Raising his hand with difficulty, the old man stroked "Ting Qing"'s cheek, showing a relieved smile.

"That's good. You're all alive, that's good."

Constantly chanting, the old man's body has begun to wither.

In the teahouse by the street, Xu Ge and others watched the old man's pupils start to dilate in the monitor, and his eyes were already red from crying.

"Godfather, it's too late. Grandma is leaving!"

"The group performers at the wedding room haven't changed their clothes yet, what should I do? What should I do, Director Li!"

Hearing the regret and wailing around him, Li Shixin took a deep breath and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Don't talk about this, talk about you, what about the bracelet I gave you?"

on the street.

With the same red eyes, Liu Feng's grandson grabbed the old man's hand and held it even tighter.

"Don't talk about this, let's talk about you. Where is the bracelet I gave you? That was my engagement gift to you. Why didn't I see you wearing it?"

really.

When the bracelet was mentioned, the old man's dilated pupils froze slightly.

There was a trace of pain on her face.

"I'm sorry, Ting Qing. I accidentally broke it."

Feeling the old man's apology, the grandson quickly wiped away his tears.

"Fool, break it if it's broken. Let's go to the hall, and I'll give you a new one tomorrow."

As he spoke, he picked up the old man from the wheelchair by the waist.

"Hold on, let's go now, go to the church."

The grandson was already speechless.

He could feel that the old man's body was already limp, and his thin body was hugged in his arms, as if he was hugging a boneless rag doll.

Her life is passing by rapidly.

"Ting Qing, sing for me. The first time I met you, parade. After that, you sent me back. Sing it when I got home. It's special to see me off, I like it very much."

He quickened his pace, and big tears fell on the old man and on the dusty street.

"Qingru, you persevere. I have persevered, and all the people in the shelter have persevered. You can't be so weak, okay? The survivors are all there, they are all...waiting to see us It’s the two worshiping! It’s so unlucky that you can’t sing farewell on the big day! Qingru, just hold on a little longer, okay?”

The footsteps became faster and faster, and finally turned into a gallop, heading towards the eight-carried sedan chair that fell to the ground and opened the red curtain.

In the ups and downs, an old hand grabbed the knot on his chest with difficulty.

"Ting Qing. I'm sorry. I didn't protect it well. That bracelet accidentally broke it. It broke."

"I've spent my life trying to mend it."

The withered vine-like hand slumped down. The footsteps of Liu Feng's grandson stopped abruptly.

The entire street fell into a deathly silence.

Looking at the sedan chair that was only one step away, Liu Feng's grandson's face twisted.

"Just one step, fool."

Holding that skinny body tightly in his arms, Liu Feng's grandson slowly knelt down on the ground.

"Can't you just wait a little longer?"

With tears rolling down his nose and mouth, he raised his knees and stood up again with all his strength.

At some point, Li Shixin had already stood by his side.

Behind Li Shixin are Xu Ge, Zhang Shuo's brother and sister, and all the people who have worked hard for four full days and nights for this wedding.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky"

A hoarse voice hummed from the blocked throat of Liu Feng's grandson.

"Evening wind blows willows and flutes, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains"

Following behind him, Li Shixin hissed and began to sing along.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth. The half of friends are scattered"

Xu Ge, Zhang Shuo, and Zhang Ying, the on-site staff, slowly followed behind Liu Feng's grandson, blending their own voices into the farewell.

The cigarette peddler, the storyteller, the girl who bought buns, everyone on the street spontaneously formed a long farewell team.

"A pot of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, don't dream of cold tonight"

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky."

"Ask you when you are going to come here, don't linger when you come"

street corner.

Zhao Jinzhi stood there panting heavily.

In her hand, she held a thick stack of air tickets, train tickets, thick messy and yellowed documents, and a portrait of a deceased.

The old man in the portrait has thick eyebrows and white hair, and he really has a resemblance to Liu Feng's grandson.

A gust of wind blew, and the documents in her hands were scattered all over the place.

Those are documents issued by various historical institutions—the time span of the documents is more than forty years, almost spanning the entire period after the opening of cross-strait air and mail.

And all the information points to only one——Nanjing, Zhou Qingru.

Caressing the portrait marked "died on December 13, 2017", Zhao Jinzhi wiped away the tears from the corner of her mouth.

"Mr. Sun, in the next life, please don't be so late."