Senior Superstar

  Chapter 665 A grain of ash in the era (two more, ask for a monthly pass!)

   "Old Gu, don't do this, if you are gone here, I, I will be punished!"

  Looking at Gu Mingkun, who was already exhausted, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the anxious forehead of the little nurse.

   But in the face of the little nurse's shaking, Gu Mingkun's eyes were still muddy, and the flushing on his face became even stronger.

Seeing that Gu Mingkun was dying, the little nurse pursed her lips tightly, and opened a medicine box she carried with her.

  From the inside, he took out an injection marked "EP".

  Looking at Gu Mingkun’s increasingly muddy eyes and faint breathing, the little nurse gave a bit of silver teeth, opened Gu Mingkun’s placket, and pushed it down to light the loose belly!

"what,"

  As the injection was pushed down, Gu Mingkun took a long breath as if he had been shocked.

  His eyes became clear.

  At this time, the last part of "Farewell My Concubine" happened on the big screen live;

In the backyard of   the theater, the teenagers escorted Duan Xiaolou and the Heibangs from the Peking Opera world to the stage, and then kicked them to their knees.

  Heibangs are all wearing a full set of Peking Opera costumes, and they have painted facial makeup on their faces.

  The cunning white-faced Cao Cao was turned into an star-anise-like clown face, and the yellow-faced Ji Lao was turned into a broken omelette. Duan Xiaolou, the king of Chu, was not spared. His black and white oil paint on his face was turned into intersecting hooks, funny and embarrassed, without any mighty appearance.

  Duan Xiaolou trembled violently, holding the paintbrush in his hand, trembling non-stop.

   Just then, Yu Ji crouched in front of him, grabbed his trembling hand, and took his paintbrush.

Dieyi is still so beautiful, especially under the red flag of slogans and fanatic dances, among the embarrassed monsters, ghosts and snakes, he appears so calm, as if he was still on the stage more than ten years ago. As calm as above.

  He took the paintbrush from Xiaolou and carefully repaired the Overlord’s face on his face.

  The overlord loses his might, but Yu Ji is still graceful.

   was crushed by the big sign "Kill Down Xiba XXX" hanging around his neck, and everyone couldn't look up.

  They were escorted by the teenager, pushing towards the backyard of the theater.

  In the live broadcast room, seeing such an overlord like Yu Ji, the barrage was silent.

  Such a scene, it seems that people lose the ability and courage to send their own thoughts through the screen!

   "Small building, small building!"

  Juxian struggling to get in from the crowd.

  She clung to Xiaolou's arm tightly and beat him by people on the roadside, but she was quickly pushed away.

   Soon, a group of black bangs were escorted to the square in front of the theater, kneeling neatly in the vast ocean of people.

  Amidst the screaming and pushing of a group of teenagers, Xiaolou's lips trembled and looked at Dieyi who was struggling beside him.

  Before him, there was a blazing fire. There is also a little millet with a red armband and a cold face.

   "Sinner Duan Xiaolou, what are you doing in a daze? Pulling you here is for you to explain Cheng Dieyi's crimes in front of the masses, you said."

  Looking at Duan Xiaolou's silence, Xiao Guzi with the red armband walked up to him and kicked the big sign on his neck.

   "I said! I said!"

  I don't know how much he has suffered, and the Xiaolou, which has completely lost human dignity, grinned open.

  He let out a silent, dry howl, and then took a deep look at the arm of the teenager next to him. The oil paint on his face has turned into a ball of butterfly clothes under the baking of the fire.

"I said."

  As he spoke, the crowd fell silent.

   In the crackling fire, Xiao Lou put his head away.

   "He is a drama idiot, a drama fan, a drama lunatic!"

   "Who? Speak clearly!"

  A teenager slapped him fiercely, and the surrounding crowd chanted again.

   "Cheng Dieyi, he just sings! No matter who or class is sitting in the audience, he works hard and sings for his life."

   "You avoid the heavy and take light! You are not honest!"

With a snap, the teenager on the side gave him another big ear scraper.

   "If Duan Xiaolou doesn't surrender, let him perish!"

  Looking at Xiaolou's lingering reluctance to explain, Xiao Guzi raised his arms aloft.

  Listening to the audience's echoes and enthusiastic shouts, Xiaolou closed his eyes tightly.

  He knows that no one can escape today.

   "The War of Resistance. Just after the War of Resistance, he sang for the Japanese. He, he, he was a traitor!"

   "Hit Cheng Dieyi!"

  As the excited crowd shouted, Juxian, who stood in front of the crowd, opened his eyes wide.

  She couldn't believe it. These words were actually spoken from her husband, the man who grew up with Dieyi and has been playing for half his life.

   But Xiaolou's next words confirmed this fact.

  "He sings for the reactionary wounded soldiers, sings for the chief executive officer of the North Parallel, sings for the capitalists, sings for the old wealth of the landlord, sings for the wife, sings for the local gangsters, sings for the military police!"

   "He!"

  "Sing to the big show tyrant Yuan Shiqing~!"

  At the end, Xiaolou seemed to be mad. He pinched his sword fingers, sang like speaking, smiled twistedly, and accused.

   looks like a clown on the stage.

   "Far more! What else?!"

   But obviously, the teenagers are still not satisfied.

   Xiaolou gets more crazy as he talks about it.

  "He smoked a lot. He smoked a lot of cigarettes and died. I don't know how much blood and sweat of the working people have been exhausted!"

   "Exposure, expose the actual problem!"

   "Say, say!"

"Say it!"

  Looking at Xiaolou and stopped talking, he kept the sacks on his head, and fists immediately came.

  After a muffled fist, the sack on the head of Xiaolou was torn off.

  He grinned, breathing heavily, already exhausted.

  In the glaring of the teenagers, his sweat rolled with tears.

  "He, he wanted to please Yuan Shiqing, the big drama tyrant, he" He looked at Dieyi, who was expressionless all along, "have you?"

  Dieyi stared at the sky above her head, her eyes hooked, as if she was dead.

  "He, he gave Yuan Shiqing him, be, be, be"

   "Small building!"

Outside the crowd, Juxian, who had already burst into tears, let out a loud cry.

   But this loud shout did not stop her man.

  "Have you? You got it! You got it, you got it!"

   "Sweep everything ****!" "Down with Cheng Dieyi!"

  As the audience erupted with a tsunami-like shout, Xiao Guzi in the crowd closed his eyes deeply, full of enjoyment.

  Sounds like this made him ascend into heaven.

  Seeing such a scene, all the audience collapsed!

   "Little Stone, you deserve it. Little Stone, you're so **** good, you! That's the little bean who grew up with you and can entrust his only three eldest sons to you!"

"Crazy, everyone is crazy, Xiaolou is also crazy. These are not what he wants to say, he is not a bad person. He is not such a bad person! What's wrong, what's wrong with these people? In this paragraph, I Why can't I understand it!? What happened to these people?!"

"Hehe, in fact, it's just that we are dreaming now. The real Farewell My Concubine was done an hour ago. After they grow up, we are only dreaming. If it is not a dream, how could it be so magical and crazy? Yes, I must be dreaming. A nightmare."

  "Oh, this is that era. Fortunately, fortunately, I have not caught up. I also hope, hope, this era will never happen again!"

   "How can we survive in such an era? Are people who survived in such an era not human?"

"Juxian said before that Xiaolou is not there anymore, he is indeed gone. The real Xiaolou is dead and completely dead. Now the living Xiaolou is just a **** body that just wants to survive! "

"Die Yi's heart is dripping blood, he should already be heartache. Xiao Gu Zi Gu Mingkun, you bastard! There are so many people who can pour dirty water on Die Yi, so why look for Xiaolou? Why?! That's the person he cares about most in his life, that's all he has, **** your mother!"

"There are only tears left to see. In that era, finding a way to survive was really difficult! Was Xiaolou ugly? Ugly. But that was also forced out of ugliness! A grain of ash of the era fell on an individual On his body is a mountain!"

  　PS: I originally wrote a five-thousand-word chapter, but I was afraid of something wrong, so I divided it into two chapters. This chapter talks about keeping a low profile and don't discuss topics about the times.

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