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The first time Mu Liang met that strange old lady was at a grand funeral.
It is indeed a bit strange to describe the funeral as grand, but apart from the word grand, Mu Liang couldn't find any other adjectives.
The entrance of the funeral was full of luxury Hongqi cars, and he often saw the faces of many car owners on the news broadcast.
The gate of the funeral, the mourning hall, and the parking lot are guarded by many soldiers with live nuclear bombs and plainclothes. If Mu Liang hadn't been dragged into the special forces for training by his father during the summer vacation, he wouldn't have seen through those plainclothes people. identity.
Mu Liang followed his mother into the mourning hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was the photo of the deceased placed in the center of the mourning hall¡ªit looked like an amiable old lady.
But as long as anyone who has taken Chinese and history classes in the second year of junior high school will not underestimate this old lady who is written in the textbook.
As a prostitute, she worked hard all the way and finally counterattacked and became a member of the Central Political Bureau Standing Committee. Such an open life is more Mary Sue than the Mary Sue in the novel.
The most widely circulated story of the old lady on the Internet is that she mobilized her husband, Dashuai Xue, to participate in the revolution, and shot him dead after discovering that Dashuai Xue had defected to the Kuomintang and betrayed the revolution. Such iron-blooded and ruthless means naturally became a black spot in the eyes of many people, but Mu Liang admired Mr. Bai even more after knowing this.
If it weren't for Mr. Bai to break with the original class and kill relatives for the sake of ideals and beliefs, how could these keyboard warriors with three generations of poor ancestors have the opportunity to talk on the Internet?
Moreover, Mr. Bai was brought on the road of revolution by Mr. Li Jingran! The first version of the play "Memoirs of a Courtesan" was adapted by Mr. Bai!
As a fan of Mr. Li Jingran, of course he has to support Mr. Bai!
It was at this moment that he found that strange old lady. The old lady was wearing a black mourning dress, and was helped to step forward, and placed a white rose in front of Mr. Bai's photo.
Against the backdrop of the surrounding wreaths, this thin white rose is particularly eye-catching. But what surprised Mu Liang was that those big people around didn't say anything. On the contrary, they nodded to the old lady and communicated in a low voice, seeming to respect her.
who is she? Also a big shot? How has he never seen her?
The second time I saw the old lady was also at a funeral.
This time it was General Wang Xiaoni's funeral, and he also saw the old lady.
Mu Liang liked General Wang Xiaoni very much, so he was really sad this time. General Wang Xiaoni was once adopted by Mr. Li Jingran. Later, Mr. Li Jingran was murdered by the Green Gang, and General Wang Xiaoni was able to continue his studies only with the help of Mr. Li Jingran's friends. Later, General Wang Xiaoni chose to join the army after graduating from high school. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she directly used the name of suppressing bandits to avenge Mr. Li Jingran by driving tanks and flattening the Green Gang.
Then there was the funeral of the famous international friend, the proletarian revolutionary without borders Ryota Nakamura, the funeral of the famous patriotic industrialist Mr. Chunyan, the funeral of Mr. Fu Kemao, the founder of New China Charity
I don't know if God suddenly became lonely, so in those few years he recruited countless masters of the Republic of China to accompany him. At the funerals of these masters, he saw the old lady without exception.
Wearing black mourning clothes, she wandered through countless funerals, like a black god of death, and also like an ominous announcer.
Finally, after seeing the old lady again at the funeral of the legendary director Mr. Ji Qi, Mu Liang's curiosity about her finally reached its peak.
After the funeral was over, he boldly walked over and chose to strike up a conversation.
"Grandma, are you a friend of Mr. Ji Qi?"
The old lady looked at him in surprise, but did not blame him for his abruptness, and smiled kindly: "I am not his friend, but my brother is his friend."
"Who is your brother?"
The old lady didn't answer his question, and suddenly asked: "How old are you this year? Have you gone to high school?"
Mu Liang blinked, and answered honestly: "I'm 17 years old, a sophomore in high school this year."
This ordinary sentence seemed to turn on a switch, and the old lady's calm eyes immediately became vivid. She looked at Mu Liang's face almost affectionately, and murmured sadly: "You are also 17 years old. " She looked at Mu Liang for a while, and suddenly showed a smug smile: "You don't look as good-looking as my brother."
Mu Liang was confused, and repeated his question again: "Who is your brother?"
The old lady still didn't answer his question: "Since you're all in high school,At the funeral of many friends and acquaintances, Li Shuran, who had been silent for decades, suddenly had the idea of ??telling the past.
"It was a cloudy day, dark clouds rolled over, and there was a faint roar of thunder"
14-year-old Li Shuran stood guard in the mourning hall, holding his brother's tablet, and stared blankly at the guests who came to worship.
"Please grief."
They told her this over and over again.
But how could she not be sad?
It was her brother lying in the coffin behind him!
It's her only relative in this world!
He was so miserable that someone killed him, but they only told her "sorry"? !
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Dezhang came over to discuss with her: "It's getting late, it's time for the funeral."
The drowsy Li Shuran briefly woke up. That's right, it's time for the funeral. My brother has been lying in the coffin for so long, so it's time for him to be buried in the ground. She wants to send her brother to Fengtian's hometown and bury him in the ancestral grave.
Li Shuran walked out of the mourning hall holding the memorial tablet like a wandering soul, but found that there were many beautiful and enchanting women surrounded by three circles outside at some time, and they were all wearing white mourning clothes without exception.
Seeing Li Shuran, they knelt on the ground together, and the first woman said in a low voice: "I know our status is humblebut please let us see Mr. for a ride."
Li Shuran was stunned for a while before she recognized the woman who spoke as Qiu Ju¡ªwho played Bai Jasmine in the drama and movie "Memoirs of a Courtesan".
Li Shuran swept across the woman who was kneeling on the ground behind her, her voice suddenly choked up: "Are you?"
Someone timidly replied: "Slavewe are all prostitutes and actresses in "Memoirs of a Courtesan"."
Some guests jumped out and objected: "Nonsense! How can you let these scumbags pollute your husband's affairs?!"
Qiu Ju trembled, lowered her head, bit her lips and stopped talking. The other prostitutes also tried their best to shrink their bodies, wishing they could just disappear in place.
"Come on." Li Shuran ignored the man and said softly, "If my brother is still here, I will be happy to see you."
Li Shuran walked in the front holding the tablet, followed by the funeral procession beating gongs and drums and prostitutes and actresses in plain clothes.
The funeral procession was stopped by the police within a few steps.
The potbellied police officer said in a strange way that Li Jingran was a sinner, and he was not allowed to hold a funeral with great fanfare, but only in secret.
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