Obi Island Shooting Script

Linxia, when the flowers fall.

"Your Majesty, nine princess died of a serious illness a few days ago."

Mei's body stiffened unnaturally, and a trace of sadness passed quickly in her cold eyes, which passed away.

In the 13th Five-Year Plan, I watched May 4th for a while and turned my head to Kangxi.

The prince's body trembled violently, and his eyes slowly lowered, and he couldn't see his mood.

As soon as Jiu Ge stepped out of the high threshold of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he couldn't help but look up. At the elevation angle, a crystal tear slipped quietly.

"Nine brothers." May's voice came from behind. "

Brother Jiu lowered his head. When Brother Ba came to him, he raised his head and drew an arc on his mouth. "Eight elder brothers?"

Mei smiled faintly. "Jiu Ge has become more and more calm recently."

"Starling, the weather is really good today."

May nodded, smiled and whispered, "I thought you would be sad ..."

"How could I, myna?" Jiu Ge smiled beautifully, with clear light in his eyes.

Mei looked ahead, smiled shallowly and walked in front of him.

-Wen Xian, myna, I'm sorry!

-Wen Xian, look, it's snowing again!

-Wen Xian, you see so many people are sorry for you!

-Wen Xian, myna is also very sad now, you know?

Jiu Ge lowered his eyes, smiled and followed myna.

Wen Xian, I really will never see you again, never again. ...

-Wen Xian, it's really hard to have a JIU ge now. It hurts and I want to cry. ...

-Why is that? ...

Modern.

I woke up and looked at my mobile phone: 20 10/05/28-05: 00 PM. It turned out to be just a dream. There was no class anyway, and Lin Xia fell asleep again. The warm sunshine in early summer quietly fell on her through the window.

"I think too much, as impulsive as a moth ..."

Linxia absently touched out her mobile phone and put it in her ear. She asked lazily, "Who?"

A woman's voice came from the phone, "Lin Xia, you are still sleeping. What time is it now? You are so angry, you will be there in ten minutes, or you will see it. "

"What, Xinya?"

"You fucking. Come on, cut the crap ... Du-"

"Hello ... hello ..." Lin Xia lost his mobile phone and suddenly sat up, staring at the LCD TV on the opposite wall. After a while, she lazily uncovered the quilt, put on slippers and went into the bathroom. ...

A lux Hainan Masda stopped in front of a girl wearing a red lace halter top and curly hair. When the main window came down, she smiled angrily: "Do you know what time it is?"

Lin Xia in the car took out her mobile phone with a smile and looked at it. "Eleven o'clock, what's your hurry?"

"It is heartless to know that you have a house, a car, time and tickets." Xinyala opened the car door near the passenger seat, got on the car with a smile and slammed the door.

"Where to?"

"Set out as planned. I went to the Lama Temple again. " Xinya made a gesture of command. Linxia chuckled, started the engine and headed for the Lama Temple.

"Have you finished reading?" Lin Xia asked casually.

"Yes, I have already told you."

"What's the ending?"

"What, dead bai! Historically, Princess Wen Xian of Julun was born in the 22nd year of Kangxi. In 39 years, she was promoted to Princess Wen Xian of Heshuo, referring to Sun Shun Anyan, who married Tong Guowei and died in 4 1 year. In the second year of Yongzheng, she was promoted to Princess Gu Lun Wen Xian. That's it. It's time for history. "

"Disappointed?"

"That's nothing, it doesn't matter, it's just a novel."

Lamaism.

Linxia and Xinya stood in front of a portrait at the same time. The man in the painting is very thin, wearing a white gown, sipping his thin lips, his expression is cold and stiff, and his dark eyes are as lonely as a stagnant pool.

Lin Xia looked at Xinya and tried to say something, but didn't speak. Xinya looked at her at this moment and said strangely, "What do you think I am doing?"

"I feel like a person."

"Nonsense."

Lin Xia burst into laughter. This is nonsense. Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by another picture on the wall and she couldn't help walking over. Xinya said, "She is the only queen in Yong Zhengdi, Urnala, and her father is Feiyanggu. She died in the ninth year of Yongzheng. After Yongzheng died, her ashes were buried with her. "

"They have a good relationship?"

Xinya shook her head. "As light as white water."

"That's mutual respect."

Xinya smiled irrefutably. "They have a son, the eldest son of Yongzheng. His name is Hong and he only lived for eight years. "

Linxia lost his mind and looked at the portrait of the filial piety queen for a while. She hurriedly took out a dragonfly hairpin from her backpack, compared it with the hair accessories on the head of the person in the painting, and was disappointed.

"Why?" Xinya took the hair clasp, looked at it and said with a smile, "Do you think the cheap goods you bought from the stall will be antiques?"

Lin Xia smiled shyly. "It's not like that. My family doesn't lack that money. " Then I took the hair clasp back and put it in my bag. Xinya looked at her strangely. "What are you doing? You are a little strange. "

"Xinya, there is only one Fujin in the May Eighth Legend?" Lin Xia suddenly asked.

Xinya nodded thoughtfully. "How can a history student use the word legend to describe historical facts?"

Lin Xia smiled shyly and her face flushed slightly. "What's wrong with uncertain things, which can only be explained by the legendary son?"

Xinya smiled helplessly, then looked at the picture on the wall and lost her mind. "In the second year of Yongzheng, because she refused to bow down to Yongzheng, she said something out of line and was forced to retreat to Heshuo Palace on the monkey. She was burned to death by Yongzheng that night ..."

Linxia stayed, looking at Xinya's reddish eyes, a light flashed in my mind. She couldn't help turning her eyes to Urnala's portrait, and her expression was a little sudden. "Xinya, let me ask you something."

"What?" Xinya turned to look at her and smiled.

Lin Xia looked at Xinya. "How did we meet?"

"How did you forget how we met?" Xinya frowned slowly.

"No, I just don't believe that we met like that. Maybe ... we have to move the meeting forward. Do you think I missed any important memories? " Linxia glanced at Xinya's puzzled eyes, once again took out the dragonfly hair clasp and showed it in front of Xinya.

Xinya opened her eyes and looked at the hair clasp in disbelief. She looks pale. What did she say?

"You don't believe me?" Xinya stared at Lin Xia's hair clasp and asked.

Lin Xia shook his head. "I believe you. I trusted you very much from the first day you fought for me. I never doubted you, but I don't trust your father. " Xinya smiled slightly. Her father is her father again. Why does she live in such a family? "Do you know its origin?"

"Didn't you say it wasn't an antique?"

Xinya didn't answer. She looked out of the window. It was a beautiful day. Her eyes were stung by the skylight and narrowed. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yes, there are no clouds in Wan Li."

Xinya took out a piece of jade from her backpack and showed it to Linxia. Lin Xia's eyes suddenly widened and he stepped back three steps, as if he had met a time bomb. ...

Lin Xia clutched the hair clasp in his hand, and his eyes were red. "That was the last time I had an accident?"

Xinya nodded. "hmm." Put Yu Pei in the bag, look at Lin Xia's red eyes and say, "When you wake up, take it in your hand. If you had to choose again, would you do it again? "

"No ..." Lin Xia said, thinking of something. Keep your eyes open. "Who are you?"

"I think too much, like a moth ..." Lin Xia took out her mobile phone from her bag. "hello?"

"Miss BuBu, the result of the accident came out. Can you come to the police station? "

"Why?"

"This car accident is related to an underground organization. We can't explain it to you on the mobile phone for a while, so please come in person."

Lin Xia's eyes drooped. "I see." Then hang up the phone and look up at Xinya. She must have heard the conversation on the phone, otherwise she wouldn't look so pale. Lin Xia's expression became sad. "Why ... it's your father ... why?"

"Are you going to expose him?" Xinya walked uneasily to Linxia.

"I didn't ... you ..." Lin Xia felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. She felt a stream of heat gushing from her abdomen. She stopped and lowered her head. I saw a glittering and translucent black pistol against her abdomen, and scarlet blood flowed out of a hole like spring water. She forgot the "Xinya ..." that looks like a tiger father, a dog and a woman.

"Since it is so painful, it is better to forget everything ..." Xinya's voice was hoarse.

"Xinya, why ..." Linxia reached for her rotator cuff, but fell feebly. Pupils are infinite.

"I'll give it to you again, this time it's up to you to choose ..."

In the forty-second year of Kangxi, in the spring of February, the snow was clear and the plum blossoms in Beijing were in full bloom. Jiuge House is full of red brocade and is very lively.

Jiu Ge stood under a guava tree in the backyard, stretched out his hand and twisted it for a while before slowly moving away. The sound of walking through the snow came from behind, getting closer and closer. He hung his head. He smiled thoughtfully and asked in a low voice, "starling, do you think I will run away?"

Mei stood behind him, her hands behind her back, her eyes rested on his red belt, and a shallow smile appeared on her face: "No."

He listened and smiled strangely: "But what if I run away?" He lowered his head and stared at the jade finger on his finger, while the other hand stroked it gently.

May still keeps smiling, and can't see any feelings on her face. "You try."

Jiu Ge turned around, looked up and quickly glanced at myna's eyes, looked directly at the snow behind him and smiled. "Dude, when it snowed in 38 years, you really didn't want the scarf around the prince's neck?"

Mei raised her eyebrows and solemnly set her eyes on his face. "It's time." With that, he turned and walked to the front yard.

Jiu Ge bowed his head, smiled and walked quickly to the starling. As he wiped his body, he whispered, "I really want it, but unfortunately ..."

Zhang Ting paused, eyes stopped on his back, look very complicated. After a while, he sighed and whispered, "When it snowed last year, I asked you if you were sad outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony. You said you weren't sad. "

Jiu Ge paused, eyes reddish, smiled wryly. "That's a lie, myna, how can I not be sad ..." Then his mood sank and his voice sank. "How can I not be sad? My heart is killing me ... that's lying to myself! "

"She will never come back. You'd better put it down and stop clinging."

"No longer persistent?" Jiu Ge is funny, as if listening to a big joke. "Didn't the prince and the fourth brother put it down?" Why didn't myna persuade them not to be persistent? Why are you talking about me? Put it down? Is it that easy? If it were that simple, I wouldn't be sad here. "Nine May resentfully pointed to his chest," starling, you advised me to put it down, what about yourself? Why don't you put it down? Wei has been married to fourth brother for many years. Why are you still insisting? "

Mei turned pale, but she remained calm. "That's not the same. Wei is still alive, but ... Wen Xian is gone. "

"It's ... it's ... she's gone, and I'm ..." Jiu Mei is not here, and her whole body is lonely and desolate.

May reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "Don't miss the auspicious time."

Jiu Ge nodded, cheered himself up, looked like a handsome boy again, and smiled slightly: "I know, I am in a much better mood now, thank you starling."

May nodded. "Let's go."

Two tandem goes to the lively front yard.

After a while, the voice of worshipping the church came from the front yard: "One worships heaven and earth, the other worships the high hall, and the husband and wife worship each other."

Wen Xian, JIU ge married Defoe Jin, so please bless JIU ge!

Wen Xian, JIU ge misses you now!