Bo Mingjiang stood on the tower in confusion.

He couldn't think anymore.

Shooting, shooting, just shooting numbly, the muscles in his arms were numb with pain, and all the actions were repeated by him like instinct.

Under the tall towers, there is a blood-stained river and mountains.

Anyang is a beautiful place. The climate is warm. Every spring, swallows flying south will return to their nests. The swallows make nests with willow branches in their mouths. There is a willow forest outside the north gate of the imperial capital, called Yangliu Slope. Under the green shade, people say goodbye here.

The departing wanderer.

But now there are no willow trees at the city gate. Three months ago the willow trees were burning, but now the green shade has been burned away. Iron armor, iron armor, everywhere you look is iron armor.

Bo Mingjiang was suddenly in a trance. How could there be iron armor here? This is spring, the best season in Anyang. The people of Anyang are good at singing and dancing. There should be poets, singing girls and children flying kites on the willow slope.

...This is what the scenery should be like outside the North Gate. Why is there armor outside the North Gate?

He seemed to have had a dream... When he woke up from the dream and opened his eyes again, everything would be as it was before.

"call!"

Someone roared and chopped off an arrow that was shot at him.

... Only then did Bo Mingjiang wake up. The kettle was dry. He had not drank water for more than ten hours. The only liquid left on the tower was the soldiers stuck to the wall.

Hallucinations invaded his brain in waves. Someone was yelling heart-breakingly behind him, but he was just numb.

Shoot, keep shooting.

If you shoot an arrow, you will forget the willow slopes in spring. If you shoot an arrow, you will forget the vermilion palace walls covered with light snow. If you shoot an arrow, you will forget the corpses of countless comrades... His movements became numb.

It's coming, and it's become lighter. Songs are beginning to ring in my ears. In March and a half, peonies are planted...

Is it his mother singing to him?

His movements became faster and faster. His body was so light, the arrows were so light, and catkins were flying briskly in the air. He felt like he was about to fly out of the city wall, and finally...

He came up empty.

The arrow is shot.

"...Prince!" He finally heard the voice coming from behind him clearly, "Let's retreat! Escape through the small gate of the south city gate! If we retreat, we still have a chance!"

Bo Mingjiang stopped.

The setting sun was like blood. He looked at the dark crowd under the city wall, coming as fiercely as a wave, covering the entire field of vision.

He could not see who the general was.

He slowly turned back and looked at the royal city behind him. Thick smoke, desolation, and deathly silence. Only the setting sun coated the eaves of the palace with a blood-like edge.

The sun set in Zhou Dynasty.

There is not an arrow left.

Bo Mingjiang suddenly laughed.

"Prince, let's go! As long as His Royal Highness is here, we still have hope..."

He couldn't hear clearly.

The evening breeze rolled up his long hair and covered his face, leaving only one pair of eyes exposed.

He lowered his head and looked at the empty quiver.

"Prince——!!"

"boom."

The thin figure finally fell from the tall tower. At the same time, the setting sun fell to the ground.

…

"As long as His Royal Highness is here, we still have hope..."

But he doesn't have it anymore.

If the king doesn't go first, how can the general follow?

But at that moment, he no longer had any determination to support him in continuing to fight.

so.

He is a deserter.

At least, that's what he thinks.

…

"Ah!" Someone screamed briefly.

After Yi Wan regained his balance, the onlookers realized what a fuss he was making.

Only then did the cold sweat subside.

But Yi Wan's posture just now looked too much like he was about to jump... dazed and desperate, but also like a black hole, sucking everyone's emotions deeply into it.

For a moment, no one thought of the fact that Yi Wan's description of the character was very different from other people's descriptions of the character.

Several staff members ran up and dragged Yi Wan away from the city wall - as if they were still worried that he would jump. The first to react were Director Ye and Director Ye's assistant. The assistant said: "Director Ye, Yi Wan

expression……"

It's not the same as the mainstream ones.

As soon as she said this, the others also reacted and started whispering to each other. Yi Wan actually stood still naturally in the midst of the whispers, only lowering his head and tugging at the threads on his clothes.

...It is completely different from the expression on the city wall just now.

Entering the autistic state for a second is a yes.

"...Is this okay?" someone said.

"What's the problem?" the photographer said, "I was very emotional and very creative. The photo I took today is the best one I took this year."

"But others Zhuyu comes first..."

The pearls in front also include several great masters.

Everyone couldn't make up their minds and went to see Yi Wan... Yi Wan didn't want to look at anyone, so he looked at Director Ye.

Director Ye bit his fingers and pondered.

I pondered for so long that the assistant asked Yi to come over and shoot another version later. But Director Ye said, "It's pretty good."

He called Yi Wan over, looked at him straight, and patted his shoulder hard.

Director Ye said: "Are you confident that you can perform the other parts well? I hope you can deliver a convincing role."

Even Bo Mingjiang, whom they have never seen before.

Yi Wan looked at Director Ye and nodded seriously. Seeing Director Ye speak, the assistant also helped him by saying, "No matter what the previous Bo Mingjiang was like, Yi Wan will definitely be able to deliver the best Bo Mingjiang."

"I can't guarantee that it is the best." Yi Wan retorted at this time, and her rebuttal was also slow, "I can only say that he must be Bo Mingjiang."

The assistant was a little embarrassed. Director Ye looked at Yi Wan and smiled slowly.

"Okay!" he said.

After taking the photo, Director Ye suddenly pressed his head and looked a little depressed. The assistant helped the old man to take medicine. Yi Wan looked at him silently and said, "Is Director Ye not in good health?"

The assistant said: "I'm a little sick."

Judging from the packaging of the medicine, this is not a minor illness.

After taking the medicine, Director Ye only rested for a while before getting up to catch up with the filming of the next scene. When he got up, he saw Yi Wan standing there looking at him, so he called him over and asked him: "How does it feel to join the set for the second time?"

?Do you feel where you are more stressed and where you are more nervous?"

Really amiable.

Yi Wan said: "No."

Director Ye thought that Yi Wan wanted to say something else, but he didn't expect that Yi Wan's "no" meant "no". He then smiled: "Okay, I saw you standing next to me and looking at me. I thought you had any questions to ask."

, and I’m embarrassed to say it.”

Yi Wan said: "Actually, there are."

Asking Yi Wan to ask questions was a real prodding. Director Ye didn't feel disgusted and asked him, "What's the question?"

Yi Wan said: "Director Ye is not feeling well. Why don't you take more rest before shooting the second set?"

"The sun is going down soon. If we don't take pictures early, the effect will not be good." Director Ye said, "There are still several other people's indoor photos lined up in the evening."

Yi Wan hesitated for a moment: "Why not consider shooting again tomorrow?"

"I have my schedule tomorrow. If we don't finish filming today, the time spent on polishing other plots will be wasted." Director Ye patted his head with his hand, "This is my last film, so of course I have to do it perfectly."

, isn’t it?”

Yi Wan said: "Why."

Director Ye laughed heartily and was actually not angry: "You will understand when you have something you are willing to pursue for your whole life."
To be continued...