Chapter 1380 The past is often a black and white photo that cannot stand scrutiny

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An old black Ford Model T car was driving on a muddy road, with lights standing in the dark wilderness.

The car is like a black dot moving across the horizontal axis on the horizontal axis.

The black and white scenes, the vegetable fields around the surrounding village, which seemed to be like the ravines of life, slowly retreated from the camera.

The soundtrack is still pure music "Six Simple Songs for the Violin by Elga". Yes, it is still from the help of Beautiful Ancestor... and Hishishi Yeniandian.

"This cake has been stored for more than ten years," said Pu'er.

At that time, I was reluctant to drink it, and my life was full of ups and downs, and I pawned it to others.

Unfortunately, it's not reliable, so I don't have to exchange for a few silver dollars.

It's life,

After finally getting better, it is not easy to redeem it, so I can’t bear to leave it behind.”

The soundtrack was played with a man with a Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent.

The lens is pulled closer,

In the front seat of the car, Qiu Xinwu's body moved with the bumps of the car.

Outside the mottled car window, the farmers carrying hoes stopped and watched.

The shadows are getting longer and longer.

He loosened his collar, put his arms on the car door, and moved his fingers slightly. The camera reflected his quiet, unravelled face through the reversing mirror.

"Sometimes it is difficult, sometimes it is smooth. People are like Pu'er. Sometimes they are very particular about following the trend, right?"

Continue to recite the narration outside the painting and the melodious soundtrack of the relaxed violin, the bumpy mirror of the car became increasingly faint, and his face suddenly became clearer and clearer.

The lens will be transferred in time.

Qiu Xinwu's face was quiet at first, then suddenly his face moved, he chewed on his mouth, raised his hand, and bit the egg.

The lens is pulled up.

He pulled out of the car and came to another scene.

In the cramped aisle of the wooden attic, leather shoes creaked when they stepped on them.

Qiu Xinwu, wearing a crude newspaper hat, swallowed his last mouthful and fucked his hands and wrapped it in his sleeve.

Three or four horsemen in the same dressed dress, wearing short-dressed newspaper hats and top hats, were waiting outside the screen in a restaurant, secretly chewing food in their mouths.

The lens droops.

In the subjective shot, Qiu Xinwu looked at his leather shoes.

Then he shot again from below and the camera was finally frozen on a slightly yellow screen with lotus flowers painted.

The light hits the top, and the translucent screen reveals the silhouette.

It continues next to the outside of the painting.

"The older the world, the less courageous you are.

Nowadays, the world is full of young people, so why bother?

People are mainly self-sufficient.”

The lens penetrated through the screen, slowly clear, and turned into the room.

In the room, there was a square wooden table, three cups of tea, one left and one right, and the remaining one was placed in the main seat, but no one was there for the time being.

A faint smoke slowly rose from the incense burner.

The table cuts the picture into two independent spaces, clearly distinguishing it.

On the left side, the light was reflected by the light. A man sitting in a glasses in a separate chair, and half of his face flickered light and dark.

On the sofa on the right, Liang Jiahui, who was full of light, was covered with legs, his arms were relaxed on the sofa, his hair was against his scalp, and he was combed meticulously, playing with a half-paper pie wrapped in paper in his hands.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and threw it aside.

"What do you think? Lu Sir?"

He smiled, and the "Zhou Runfa" with a glasses on the opposite side was also echoed. He smiled and found Liang Jiahui on the opposite side staring at him calmly, so he had to turn into two dry laughs.

At this time,

He hurriedly stood up.

"Mr. Zheng."

Mr. Zheng, the little old man played by Gu Feng, was shaved with a buzzing head, wearing a long shirt and cloth shoes, and slowly walked in. The light changed and he hit his body, and he reached out to signal to sit.

He lifted up his long gown and sat in the main seat.

The eyes are swept by peace and quiet.

“I’m having a meal in Hong Kong.

It has always been welcomed whether you sent it from Shanghai, retreated from Jinling, or from the other side of the strait.

The workers are on strike and want to have a meal, so I can help and support it.

It is difficult for the poor to see a doctor, so I can also help communicate.

But I probably don't want to see ZZ."

Gu Feng acted very calmly and looked at Lu Sir played by Zhou Runfa:

"The Municipal Health Bureau's Movement Affairs Committee held a meeting, which roughly stipulated that I have some understanding.

The government stipulates that flags or decorations shall not be posted on the walls of buildings in the relocation areas on October 10.

But it is not against flying flags.

We should not organize violent resistance secretly, and we should not publicly clamor.

People from Jinling, people from Magic City, people from Wanwan, and people from Hong Kong Island are all Chinese. It will be of no benefit to anyone who has a complete quarrel.

Huidefeng Brass Mill, Southeast Brass Mill, Baoxing No. 2 and Nanhai Brass Mill were all impacted by the gang.

The Workers' Medical Center of the Federation of Trade Unions, the Welfare Department of the Textile and Dyeing Trade Unions and the Welfare Department of the Silk Welfare Federation are located in Mumianxia Village.

Left-wing institutions such as the Tsuen Wan Branch of the Enamel Union located in Haiba Village were all looted, set fire and beaten by the tyrants.

The workers in the factory were kidnapped, and the employees of the migration affairs were attacked. An assistant nurse in the workers' medical center was actually attacked by the Round Girl Qian. Is this yours?”

"No, no, no, we always maintain restraint, and just posted portraits of Mr. Zhongshan and Chairman, all of which were a little prepared for the Double 10 celebration.

There is no intention to disrupt society.

Everyone has been reading, so how could they do kidnapping and attacking?”

Sir, played by Zhou Runfa, respectfully bowed and denied it, respectfully, and... fearless.

"I have received the invitation to your company?"

"Received it." Zhou Runfa nodded and smiled, "Thank you Zheng Sheng."

"That's good."

Gu Feng said slowly, "I'm sitting here just to deal with you and make friends."

I hope Lu Sir can help solve this problem as soon as possible.

Hello, hello, hello, hello, and I can also get along with the miser."

"I admire you very much. If you have anything to send you a word, logically speaking, I should do my best.

After all, you and Mr. Ge are good friends.

Ge Sir wants to respect you as an uncle.

If we hadn't helped you, we wouldn't have gained a foothold in Hong Kong Island.

But what you mentioned is the attack, the kidnapping."

Zhou Runfa clasped his fists, "I really can't help me-" and looked at Liang Jiahui at the same time.

The latter lowers his eyebrows and eyes.

"So, drink tea first, eat before leaving."

Gu Feng nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, reached out, picked up the tea cup in front of him, gently pulled the tea lid, and took a sip of the tea.

The two left and right also picked up tea.

The camera passed by the three of them one by one.

The soundtrack of the violin is particularly relaxed and melodious.

The screen walked into the person played by Fei Cheng who was holding the plate. He actually played the role of "Fat Bo".

"Lu Sir likes to eat roast goose and roast beans at the corner of the street, so buy some back."
To be continued...