After twelve days of filming the scene in the Gobi Desert, it was finally finished.

Liu Xiaoqin, the second female lead, has not much scenes in the desert, and it only takes less than a day to add up, but she has a good life with delicious food and drinks.

After filming the scenes here, the crew set off for Jinling. A few of the scenes were to be filmed at the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum Music Station in Jinling, and then rushed to SH to shoot the remaining scenes.

The crew still took the train.

However, Qiao Feng and Lin Qingxia stayed in Dunhuang for two more days, and visited the Mogao Grottoes, Crescent Spring and Yangguan site in Dunhuang.

At this time, naturally, it was not repaired and turned into a tourist attraction like in later generations, but I could recite it on the old site buried in the sand in Yangguan: the morning rain in Weicheng was light dust, and the green willows in the guest house were fresh. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and you will have no friends when you go west to Yangguan. I also feel the feeling of the heavy beauty of history.

After the trip, the two photographers took the two photographers again with Section Chief Yang, accompanied by Section 1, and took a bus to the nearest airport by plane to Shandong.

While I was still in the north, I went to Laiyang to see Lin Qingxia's sister Lin Li's family, and had fun and helped them improve their lives.

At this time, helping them and making money to make a deal hurt them. If they are caught by speculation because of digging out socialist corners, wouldn’t it be a bad help and harming people?

So I can only spend more money and I dare not spend too much, so I will buy more things, furniture, home appliances, etc. to improve my life. As for the others, I will talk about the policy after a few years.

Although Qiao Feng knew that at the beginning of this year, he issued a relevant notice saying that farmers were allowed to conduct long-distance traffic in individuals or in partnership, long-distance traffic was thus "realized" and left the scope of speculation.

But who can say the policy is accurate? At this time, the mainland is really not suitable for these things, and it is too dangerous. Just last year, the investment seems to have exceeded 30,000 people arrested, which is too terrible.

After staying in Laiyang for three days, they bid farewell to Lin Li's family and then took the train to Jinling.

"Didn't it mean that Jinling only has very few scenes and can finish filming in one or two days? Why are we going there?" Lin Qingxia, who recovered from the sadness of parting with her sister in the car, asked curiously.

"Go and have fun. Since you, the descendant of the country, how can you not go to Jinling to take a look, look at the Presidential Palace, and go to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to pay tribute to the founding father." Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"Go to you, why is it so awkward to hear what you said?" Lin Qingxia said angrily.

"Hehe." Qiao Feng smiled, and thought to himself that of course he was awkward. As a good young man born under the red flag and growing in the spring breeze, how can he not be awkward when talking about **?

"Don't be angry. If you don't like to go to these two places, we have other places to go. First, the Holocaust memorial..." Qiao Feng wanted to say that we should go to the Holocaust Memorial Hall to worship first, because the Jinling Massacre should always remember the pain for Chinese people in the mainland, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and the whole world. People who come here should go to the Memorial Hall to commemorate the dead of their compatriots.

But when he was halfway through, he remembered that the Holocaust Memorial Hall had just had this idea at this time, and it would take two years to build it to 85 years.

"So you continue." Lin Qingxia saw that Qiao Feng had stopped talking for a while, and couldn't help but urge him.

"It's nothing. When we arrive in Jinling, we can see if we can find the mass graves of the massacre. If we look for them, we will definitely go to pay tribute." Qiao Feng doesn't want to talk about this heavy topic.

Then he said: "Xuanwu Lake, Mochou Lake, and Jiming Temple are all very beautiful. Jiming Temple is not big but is next to the ancient city wall and is close to Xuanwu Lake. And the best thing is, you can face Xuanwu Lake directly after leaving the railway station. You can see Jiming Temple by walking two steps east. I tell you that the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties are really not bragging, and cultural relics can be seen everywhere. Then there are ten miles of Qinhuai, Confucius Temple, Wuyi Lane, many things you hear from textbooks, TV and movies that you can see here."

"Have you been to Jinling? How could you know so much?" Lin Qingxia asked in surprise.

"Read more books, read more newspapers, eat less snacks, and sleep more." Qiao Feng said with a smile.

"Go, use this sentence to perfunctory me again." Lin Qingxia was coquettish.

The conversation between the two and the contents of the two were inexplicably very similar to those of them when they watched the Shaolin boy together.

"So many beautiful scenery, I will definitely be beautiful when I see it in the most beautiful spring of the year." Lin Qingxia said with a longing look on her face.

"The spring breeze is ten miles away from Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll the bead curtain. For me, you are the most beautiful scenery in the world." Qiao Feng started to confess his literary youth again.

This time, Lin Qingxia did not fall another fart, but said angrily: "There is more than thirteen years of grace and cardamom at the beginning of February. I know that this poem is more than thirteen years old, and I am more than 26 years old. Most of them are worse than rolling the bead curtain."

"Okay, okay, since you are so elegant, you think you are not old, so let me change it to another vulgar one." Qiao Feng coughed dryly, slowly pushed his body towards Lin Qingxia, staring affectionately at Lin Qingxia's eyes and gently thought: "Spring water is born, spring forest is flourishing, spring breeze is not as good as you for ten miles."

"Cough." Lin Qingxia's eyes were drooping in panic and said incoherently: "Don't, that, Afeng, me, that's not so skillful, I'll think about it first."

"What can a person figure out? You have to practice more than you can. I will do it. I will take you to practice twice." As he said that, Qiao Feng didn't care that Lin Qingxia was panicked like a deer trying to escape. Lin Qingxia, who was about to leave, took her arms, held her back with her hand, and held Lin Qingxia's hand with the other hand and raised her clenched: "I tell you that dancing tango is very simple. I have a formula. You can write down. Tango is just walking, three steps, two turns, five steps, and six steps, and then you are walking."

Qiao Feng took out the classic lines from Teacher Zhao Lirong, which had not appeared yet, and used them.

He listened to the strange mantra in his ear, and his body was still carried by Qiao Feng involuntarily following the mantra. Lin Qingxia's panic was gone for some reason, and only a lot of joy was left, and bursts of silver bell-like chucklings were sprinkled in the carriage, which attracted many people in the other carriages to poke their heads out to look.

............

In the blood-filled pool, Japanese devil Oda Hiroyi had just been beheaded by a knife. Finally, Xiaozhuang, who defeated the enemy, lay in the blood pool with injuries.

Also very injured, Li Ruoyun, wearing a blood-red velvet skirt, rushed towards him in panic: "Xiaozhuang, Xiaozhuang" shouted and shook.

"I haven't slept yet, how could you die?" Xiaozhuang was so angry that he couldn't help but coughed blood out of his mouth as he spoke.

Hearing Xiaozhuang say this unforgettably, Li Ruoyun smiled, picked up Xiaozhuang's head affectionately, stroked his face with a slender hand and said with relief: "It's all over."

"Not yet." Xiaozhuang shook his head and took out a key-shaped insurance.

"Pressure-haired mine"
Chapter completed!