Mo Mingrui sat among his relatives and kept looking at his watch before eight o'clock.

Aunt: "Xiao Rui, if you have something to do, go and do it."

Mo Mingrui smiled embarrassedly: "It's not a big deal..."

Mom glared at him and said, "If it's not a big deal, why don't you just sit down and chat with us!"

Aunt: "Oh, there is a generation gap between us and the young people. It is really boring for Xiao Rui to sit here all the time. You can take your cousins out to play."

The listless cousin immediately jumped up happily, each grabbed one of his hands, and said anxiously: "Come on, cousin, let's go to your room!"

Mo Mingrui was grabbed and dragged into his room by them.

After entering the room, my cousin smiled and said, "Brother, do you have a girlfriend?"

My cousin said: "When will you pull my sister-in-law out for us to have sex?"

Mo Mingrui rolled his eyes, "I don't have a girlfriend. I've been single since birth. Thank you."

He pushed the two people apart, sat down on the bed, then turned on the terminal, brought up the light brain and clicked on the Qijiang Video Network. The whole action was done smoothly and in one go.

My cousin suddenly got excited and walked over with great interest, sticking her head out: "Cousin, are you chatting with your girlfriend... What the hell?" She stared at the interface of Qijiang Video Network in amazement, and suddenly realized something, "Don't tell me, you are in a hurry to come back and watch the video?"

Mo Mingrui: “What else?”

Cousin: "Sure enough, there is a reason why you have been single since birth."

My cousin’s focus shifted: “What video? Is it good?”

Mo Mingrui didn’t know whether it looked good or not.

But this TV series was shot with old scenery, so he was interested in watching it.

So he said with certainty: "It looks good."

The cousin twitched her lips and said, "I don't believe it." She said, "Cousin, your aesthetic taste is too niche! Generally speaking, what you think is beautiful, everyone thinks is ugly!"

Mo Mingrui kept silent. What his cousin said was true. Alas, it was all because he was too educated and out of touch with the masses.

The time soon came to eight o'clock. Mo Mingrui refreshed the page, and a newly submitted video immediately appeared on the originally blank page.

This is the first episode of "Chronicles of Great Literary Masters of the Republic of China" updated today.

Mo Mingrui rushed in quickly.

As the impassioned prelude sounded, a series of scenes emerged: the towering Forbidden City, the gunboats from afar, the foreign soldiers sitting on the dragon throne, the emperor and empress dowager fleeing in panic, the president taking the oath of office, the students marching with banners, the excited writers using their pens as guns, the numb victims, the skinny street children, the prostitutes in the Eight Great Hutongs competing to donate money, the teenagers fighting with the Japanese soldiers with bayonets, the young soldiers who ran out of ammunition and food and jumped off the cliff...

Fire and smoke of war, blood and death, cooperation and betrayal, passion and ideals, and the unrepentant and everlasting loyalty to the motherland.

Mo Mingrui blinked his eyes and unknowingly shed two lines of tears.

In the short few minutes of the theme song, he seemed to travel through time to that turbulent, magnificent, and hopeful era, and witnessed with his own eyes that period of vicissitudes, tragedy, and yet hopeful history.

At the very end, the tragic and passionate music stopped.

It’s the Forbidden City again. This era began and ended in the Forbidden City.

An old man stood on the tower and shouted in broken Mandarin: "Fellow countrymen, the People's Republic of China, the Central People's Government, has been established today!"

The screen turned black, and a line of large, cursive characters appeared: Biography of Great Literary Masters of the Republic of China (Episode 1).

Mo Mingrui woke up from his long meditation and felt a tingling excitement, with goose bumps all over his body.

He had a feeling that this would be a very exciting TV series.

[The picture begins with dark clouds covering the sky, thunder roaring, and ferocious lightning slithering through the clouds like a snake.

The drunk and wretched man was knocking on the door, which soon opened, and inside stood a beautiful girl in white mourning clothes.

Man: "Hey, call out your prettiest girls to serve me."

The girl calmly replied: "Sir, you have come at an inopportune time. Please come tomorrow. We are not accepting guests today." Vertical subtitles on the right: Bai Shaoyao, representative of the first National People's Congress of New China, member of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee.

The man roared: "You stinky bitch, do you think I have no money?"

What answered him was the sound of doors opening one after another nearby.

Young women in white mourning clothes and without makeup kept pushing open the door and walking out.

Beneath the dark clouds, everything is white.

The man looked at this scene in shock, "You...what the hell are you doing?!"

The first woman in white walked out the door, looked around, and replied sadly, "We are going to see Mr. Li Jingran off today."

The man shuddered, sobering up completely, with a hint of sadness on his face: "So it's today?" He sighed and rubbed his face, "I'll go with you guys."

…

The scene changed and the school gate was deserted.

A passerby asked the guard in surprise: "Uncle, there is no class today?"

The old man sighed, "The classes are suspended, the teachers and students have all left, and they all went to see Mr. Li off."

The passerby paused, thought for a moment, and asked in a lost voice: "But Mr. Li Jingran?!"

The old man nodded, "It's him."

A passerby exclaimed, "Excuse me, where is it? I want to go too?"

The old man answered his question and watched the passerby hurriedly leave. He hammered his waist and sighed, "Good people don't live long, but evil will last for a thousand years..."

The camera turned again, and the five big words "Fu's Orphanage" on the sign came into view.

The black-clad teenager walked among the children, and was greeted by countless children with "Hello, President Fu." The vertical subtitle on the right reads: Fu Kemao, a famous philanthropist in the Republic of China, and the founder of the New China Wheatfield Charity Foundation.

The boy walked out of the crowd and stood on the high platform. He looked distressed, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were filled with tears. "Do you know why I opened an orphanage to adopt you?"

The children in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment and answered sparsely: "Because you are a good person." "Because you are a living Buddha!" "Because you like children!"

The boy shook his head. "That's wrong." He answered word by word, "I opened an orphanage and adopted you because I read a book. Because of this book, I want to be a good person."

“Now the work is still there, but the author is dead.”

"His name is Li Jingran, he is the same age as me, and he is the person I admire and am most grateful to in my life."

"Today is his funeral, I want to see him off."

"He died in a despicable conspiracy. All I can do now is to accompany him to leave Peking to comfort his soul in heaven."

After a few seconds of silence, the audience began to speak sporadically: "I want to go too!" "I also want to see Mr. Li off." "Dean, take me with you!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"In that case, let's go together!"

The young man strode forward, followed by a steady stream of little radish heads.

…………】

Mo Mingrui frowned. Who is this Li Jingran? Why does he feel so familiar? However, his funeral caused students to strike, merchants to stop business, and workers to go on strike. There were so many future bigwigs who came to see him off. Even prostitutes who didn't accept customers came to bid farewell to his body. He must be a great bigwig, right? Could it be the president?

But that prostitute later became a vice-state level official? Is it true? It can't be made up, right? If it is true, such a life is simply amazing!

…

[The scene changes again, and in front of the solemn mourning hall, several people are standing or kneeling. There are men and women, old and young, and they look at the black and white portrait enshrined in the mourning hall with sorrow.

The black and white portrait shows a young man with a faint smile. The photo freezes him in that scene forever, without any trace of the sadness that followed.

"Brother!" The little girl fell down in front of the coffin, weeping. A vertical subtitle on the right reads: Li Shuran, a famous scientist in New China, winner of the National Highest Science and Technology Award.

"Jingran, you can go without worry. I will take good care of your sister." The middle-aged man knelt down solemnly and kowtowed: "I, Zhou Dezhang, swear in heaven that I must investigate the truth and give you justice." The vertical subtitles on the right read: Zhou Dezhang, a famous writer in the Republic of China, his representative work is "The Burial of a Fallen City". 】

Mo Mingrui suddenly realized that this person was Zhou Dezhang! He finally understood why the name Li Jingran sounded so familiar to him. It was Li Jingran's death that triggered the Allure Burial!

"The Burial of a Fallen City" was a Chinese textbook for high school students in the ancient Earth period. Of course, this text was not included in their interstellar Chinese textbooks.

The reason why Mo Mingrui knew about this article was that a few years ago, a Chinese hacker accidentally discovered some historical materials of ancient Earth civilization in the Worm Star database, including this text.

Zerg Star was also the planet that colonized and ruled the Earth. The indigenous people living there are all Zerg. The Zerg are a powerful species with division of labor. All Zerg obey the orders of the Queen unconditionally. They are the most powerful warriors and the most ruthless killers.

If human scientists had not later developed a trapping agent that could simulate the pheromone of the Zerg Queen and completely disrupt the Zerg's division of labor, humans might have become extinct.

Later, with the development of the times, the Zerg and humans slowly moved from hostility to peace. Now the relationship between the two sides is just like that between the United States and China in the ancient Earth period. Although there are occasional frictions, peace is generally maintained.

During the three hundred years of resistance against the Zerg's colonial rule, a large amount of historical materials were destroyed by the Zerg. So when human hackers accidentally discovered some ancient Earth historical materials from the Zerg database this time, the entire Earth Alliance was shocked!

At one time, countless universities set up relevant research centers at the first opportunity, and liberal arts students were excited and began to write water thesis projects. Mo Mingrui was also one of them.

He also read the text "The Burial of a Fallen City" at that time.

It turns out that this TV series is about the story of Li Jingran, the protagonist of "The Burial of a Fallen City"! But isn't Li Jingran dead? Is this a flashback? Wait, he remembered that the previous introduction said that this is a criminal investigation drama? So it should be from Zhou Dezhang's perspective to investigate and track down the murderer?

Mo Mingrui was very excited when he thought about the identities of the people who had just knelt in front of the mourning hall as revealed in the subtitles. He wondered how the plot would develop later.

The story continues:

[The funeral procession escorted the coffin, crowding the streets to the point where no one could move about, but a steady stream of people joined the crowded procession, watching the thin coffin go away with affectionate eyes.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The police suddenly appeared with guns and surrounded the farewell team. The situation was critical and ready to explode. 】

"What the hell!" Mo Mingrui couldn't help but exclaim.

Suddenly, my cousin's angry voice rang in my ears: "Is this policeman crazy? Why is he surrounding people with guns?"

Mo Mingrui shuddered and turned his head, only to find that his cousin had surrounded him without him noticing, staring at the computer screen intently. His cousin, who had just been dismissive, now looked indignant.

Cousin: "They said it was because of the anti-book movement... Damn, do you know what freedom of speech is? And they didn't let him go even though he was dead. How can the police here be like this?"

Mo Mingrui squinted at his cousin: "Didn't you say that my aesthetic taste is niche?"

My cousin is very shameless: "You are finally popular this time."

Mo Mingrui: “Haha.”

My cousin protested, "Oh, stop talking, I can't hear what they are saying!"

The two men immediately fell silent, staring at the screen intently, watching the conflict between the police and the pallbearers in fear.

Just when Mo Mingrui's heart was about to jump out of his chest with excitement, the screen suddenly went black and a system prompt popped up: The free viewing time of this video has ended. If you want to continue watching, please pay 5 star coins.

Mo Mingrui:?!

Although he has been single since birth, he has now learned without any instruction how to feel frustrated when his girlfriend has her period even though he has taken off his pants.

"Fuck!" The cousin cursed loudly: "Cousin, pay up!"

My cousin was furious: "If you don't have money, I'll pay! It's just five star coins! I'll give you a hundred star coins!"

Mo Mingrui hurriedly paid the bill, and the picture finally reappeared on the screen. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to watch it with relish.

…

Luo Bao was crying so hard that his nose was snotting and his tears were streaming down his face. Roland wiped his tears while sobbing and scolding his brother: "You, you are not a man at all! What is there to cry about?"

Luo Bao asked breathlessly: "Aren't you crying too? Why are you crying?"

Roland's eyes were filled with tears. "I don't know either. I just saw so many people spontaneously send him off. They were not afraid of being pointed at with guns, and the police couldn't stop them. I just felt very moved."

Luo Bao nodded desperately. "To have such a grand funeral after death is worth it. It's worth it. Just like what the reporter said in the play to hit back at the police..."

"Life is about ambition and determination, who cares about fame and fortune?" Roland sobbed as he replied, "I, I'm really moved, and at the same time, I feel warm in my heart!"

Luo Bao stared at the screen infatuatedly, muttering to himself: "Is this probably what is called 'feeling the spirit'?"

The Republic of China was a very distant era for him. Due to its short history and incomplete historical materials, he did not know much about this era. He only roughly understood that it was an era of continuous wars and uncertainty, and it was also the most humiliating era for the Chinese nation.

Now, thousands of years later, when the Earth has been destroyed, China has become the most powerful country in the Earth Alliance. It is really hard for Luo Bao to imagine that China also had a humiliating past. This is like a fairy tale to him.

In addition, the detective mystery theme of "Chronicles of Literary Masters of the Republic of China" is very common, and Luo Baoben should not be interested in this kind of theme.

If it weren't for the old scenery, he wouldn't have clicked on the video.

But now his eyes were filled with tears, and he was once again glad that he had watched the TV series.

He couldn't explain clearly what was so good or so touching about this TV series, but he just wanted to cry, as if he wanted to cry for those people who never had the chance to cry in their lifetime!

…

【“This was the last time, and the last time in all of Beiping, that I saw my friend. Since then, he has been sleeping in the ground, covered in blood. My 17-year-old friend has forever been left in the autumn of the 15th year of the Republic of China.

I don't know what he was thinking as he rushed towards the raging gunfire. I only know that facing that fucked up world, he chose to fight back like a warrior.

From now on, the night will be long and the stars will shine. None of them are him, and none of them are as good as him. "

The elderly Zhou Dezhang closed the book and said to the camera calmly: "This is the story of my dear friend, the story of the intellectuals of the Republic of China, and the story of every idealist who charged forward against fate in the turbulent times and wanted to save this shaky country."

"In the years that followed, we ran, howled, lobbied, and were confused. We used our pens as swords, or joined the army, or went with the flow, or joined major political parties. Some were betrayed, slandered, arrested, expelled, and assassinated... You won't see most of us, because we died before the dawn of the new world."

In 1949, I stood at dawn, across the bodies of tens of millions of compatriots, through the smoke of war and the sea of blood, telling you the story of Li Jingran and others who did not see the dawn of a new world in the autumn of 1926.

The scene ends.

Zhong Liangning's mood could not calm down for a long time.

Tears poured out, and his face seemed to be washed by water. He wanted to cry loudly now, for the humiliation, for the tragedy, for those good people who died in unclear circumstances, and for that cold and dark era.

He seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his mind, but also seemed to have nothing in his mind. Turbulent tears rushed out, and he felt a wave of emptiness in his heart.

Why only the first episode!

He wanted to see the story.

He wanted to know what happened to these brave men.

When is the next episode?

He couldn't wait to return to the video details page and finally saw the update frequency - one episode was updated every Saturday.

Zhong Liangning: ...

Ahhhh he is going crazy!!!

Why is such a good TV series updated so slowly!

Zhong Liangning pounded the table in frustration and had to accept his fate.

By the way, now is not the time to be angry, he still has something to do - write a film review for "Chronicles of Literary Masters of the Republic of China"!

He must recommend everyone he can to read "Chronicles of Great Literary Masters of the Republic of China"!

If you think about it carefully, this TV series is not perfect and still has many flaws: the props are simple, the post-production special effects are cheap, and the production looks very poor.

But he didn't feel out of place at all when he watched it! Because the script was wonderful, the lines were beautiful, and the actors' superb acting skills easily overshadowed all the hardware defects, and he was easily immersed in the plot.

This is a wonderful chemical reaction that can only be born from the collision of first-class scripts and first-class actors.

I don't know where those old actors were dug out from the old scenery! Such outstanding acting skills can be called master-level! Such outstanding masters gathered together to compete with each other, just like a feast for Zhong Liangning, who was very satisfied.

I didn’t expect that Old Scenery would deliver such an excellent result in his first time directing a real film or TV work.

He almost saw a star rising in the director's circle.

Alas, the script is a good script, the director is a good director, and the actors are good actors, but the crew is too poor. They have no money for costumes and props, and no money for marketing. It would be a loss for the audience if such a good TV series was buried because of this!

Therefore, at times like this, he is even more needed to turn into tap water and frantically recommend the show to others, so as to make up for the marketing shortcomings of "Chronicles of Great Writers of the Republic of China" and allow this good show to make a comeback through word of mouth!

Just do it! Zhong Liangning rubbed his wrists and quickly tapped on the keyboard to write a film review.

There are many such influencers as Mo Mingrui, Luo Baoluolan and Zhong Liangning. With them as the center, the popularity of "Chronicles of Literary Masters of the Republic of China" gradually began to spread, and a storm was brewing quietly.

…

"Fengjing! Congratulations! Your new drama is now on the website's best-selling list!"

When Qianhe called to announce the good news, Le Jing was attending the crew's celebration party.

Facts have proved that Li Jianye and his original guess were too pessimistic!

In the first hour, the subscription volume of "Records of Literary Masters of the Republic of China" reached 5,000! The revenue was 25,000!

When Qianhe called, the number of subscriptions had reached 100,000, and the revenue was 500,000, and it was only 18 hours since the video was sent! And the number was still rising!

Le Jing quickly opened Qijiang Video Network and checked the best-selling list. After scrolling down for a long time, he finally saw their new drama at the last place on the best-selling list, number 100.

"It's not even a day yet!" Qianzuru said cheerfully, "I'll discuss this with the editor-in-chief tomorrow and recommend your new drama on the homepage of the website. I guarantee that your ranking will move up a dozen places!"

Le Jing thanked him, "Thank you very much. Our crew is holding a celebration banquet now. Do you want to come and join us?"

"Celebration banquet?" Qianhe was surprised: "So early?"

Le Jing explained: "Yes, the current revenue has far exceeded our expectations, so everyone is very happy and wants to celebrate."

Qianhe chuckled: "You guys are holding a celebration party now. When you make it into the top ten of the best-selling list and TV stations bid for the broadcasting rights, will you still celebrate?"

Le Jing keenly discovered a clue: "Could it be that a TV station has already consulted you?"

Qianzuru was delighted: "I have a friend in the industry who has expressed his optimism about your new drama. If your subsequent plot doesn't collapse, then selling the broadcasting rights will be easy."

The smile on Le Jing's lips deepened, "I understand. We will continue to work hard."

Only if "Chronicles of Great Literary Masters of the Republic of China" makes money will he have money to shoot works of other themes.

He can't wait to bring them back to the world.