Chapter 41 The Best Star
"When our country is in crisis, we must contribute even if we are reduced to dust."
The man in gorgeous clothes had his long jet-black hair tied up and casually tied in front of his chest, with his hair slightly covering his eyebrows. He looked gentle but also had a cool and heroic air.
He was walking along the gorgeous flower street with a loud speaker in his hand, following the propaganda crowd. The charming men on the fences peeked out and then disappeared as the women laughed. The women smoked their opium and looked down at him, laughing.
"If you sell yourself a few times, you can raise thousands of dollars in one night!"
The sound was so loud that all the men and women who heard it laughed, with malice and mockery.
Everyone knows that this noble courtesan only sells her art and not her body, yet she is organizing a fundraising campaign out of patriotism.
A cousin is a cousin. She should just sell her body to women. What qualifications does she have to interfere in state affairs?
The man's voice was not hoarse, but it was particularly sonorous and powerful.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire. In this critical moment, I just want to do my part. I've sold all my jewelry and donated it to the front line."
His sharp, piercing eyes glared at the boastful woman. "And you? You hang out with men, smoking opium and living a life of luxury. Have you ever thought about the daughters on the front lines who are starving?"
"As for the value of my frail flesh, it's not your place to say. If my country is destroyed, I will follow it and never live alone."
The bustling red-light district was filled with the fragrance of cosmetics, but outside the concession was the smoke of war mixed with blood. The laughter and brilliant lights seemed extremely ironic.
Suddenly, a pearl bracelet was thrown down from upstairs and landed on the silk for donations.
His beautiful phoenix eyes were startled, and he looked up at the man with gratitude.
The man upstairs was timid. After throwing away the jewelry, he hid himself and never showed up again. However, after this action, more people began to throw things onto the donation silk, some were jewelry and some were dollars. For a moment, the crisp sound of collision replaced the soft music.
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"It would be great if we, the men in the brothel, could save these innocent brothers."
Xiao Hongping had tears in her eyes and held Shuangnuo's hand tightly.
The shameless enemy actually used the opportunity of negotiation to ask for ten decent men. If they gave them, they would allow supplies to enter the city. If not, they would have to hold on and wait for rescue.
When he was in a dilemma, several men from the brothel stepped forward and volunteered to replace the innocent man.
Shuangnuo's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and he pursed his lips and choked with sobs, and finally watched his brothers go away.
The heroine and the common people could not bear to see the voices and appearances of these men, because they knew that there was no way back and they would probably die.
"Even though we men are like duckweed, scattered into mud, and are regarded by everyone as lowly and heartless, like actors without loyalty, we still want to be a hero."
When Xiao Hongping said this, the man behind her burst into tears. Even though he was afraid, he never thought of retreating.
The heroine was patient and restrained. She took off her hat and bowed to these men. "Throughout the ages, people have despised and scorned men in brothels, but in my opinion, you are truly worthy heroes."
"I will always remember you, and the people will remember your sacrifice."
The heroine choked and cried.
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"That's all I ask for."
Shuangnuo looked at the light coming down with the sun with anticipation. Even though the capital city, which had been recaptured after a brutal battle, was covered in scars, people saw the dawn of hope because of the long-awaited victory. Doctors and kind brothers were bandaging the wounded in an orderly manner.
Even if the road ahead is bumpy, I still look forward to the dawn with tears in my eyes.
The woman beside him quietly took his hand, her face full of respect and admiration. "If you hadn't gotten through that adjutant, we wouldn't have known their attack plan. This narrow victory is thanks to you."
"Your integrity is no less than that of a woman. You are truly a lady."
Shuangnuo slightly raised the corners of his lips, moved and sad, as if thinking of the people who sacrificed, and lowered his eyes to hide his tears.
The sunlight shines through the tip of his nose, casting a fine glow.
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Sheng Zhao watched the show with great interest and immersed himself in it.
But she always loved to read the barrage of comments. She saw that when those men from brothels replaced innocent men to join the enemy army, as the tear-jerking background music sounded, the barrage of comments was filled with dense "Lady's righteousness", "Wow, brothers, go well." "Lady's righteousness, now the world is finally peaceful and prosperous."
It's like a symphony of densely packed mourning halls.
There are also analyses and reflections on these plots online.
'The script is so profound and tear-jerking.'
"I really like Shuangnuo's integrity."
"I cry every time I watch an episode, oh."
However, Li Ji sneered with a bit of disdain as he watched the plot and comments, as if he completely failed to see that this was a high-scoring drama in which he acted.
Sheng Zhao asked him with some interest.
"Don't you like it? Even though this drama is only halfway through, it has high ratings."
Sheng Zhao smiled. After the show was broadcast, Li Ji's reputation rose significantly.
This Republican drama has a very wide audience, and is followed by men, women, young and old, so the cool and handsome Shuang Nuo quickly became a familiar face. Even those who don’t pay attention to the entertainment industry recognize Li Ji’s face.
"What do you like?" Li Ji scoffed, his lips curled up as he leaned lazily on the sofa. "Like the heroine did so much, and all he earned was the honorific of 'Ms.' and the recognition of the heroine and her intellectual community? Yet he looks so proud."
"Like the group of men who asked to be replaced, and were given the honorifics of 'heroine' and 'Ms.'?"
Li Ji sneered slightly, his eyes sarcastically gazing at them. "They don't even have a word like 'man' or 'hero'. They're so frivolous that someone who doesn't know them would think they're women."
He seemed slightly puzzled. "Are they lowly then? Are they inferior to innocent men simply because their bodies are impure? Should they therefore face death calmly? The audience seems to take his sacrifice for granted—"
"Sheng Zhao, are men inferior to others?"
He obviously knows it best.
At that time, he was criticized for his role as a mistress and prostitute, but when there were so many female celebrities cheating on their spouses, he was simply dismissed as "a common mistake women make."
Even though equality for all people resounds throughout the world, in some areas, men are indeed inferior to others.
This question was simple, and Sheng Zhao knew the answer, so Sheng Zhao just looked at him with a smile and asked softly, "What if you were Shuang Nuo?"
Li Ji took out a cigarette and bit it between his teeth. The album was finished recording and he no longer needed to protect his throat all the time, but he had quit smoking after all, so he just bit it between his teeth to satisfy his craving.
"...will die." He lowered his eyes lazily, his long eyelashes moving with his eyes, full of charm, "Men can't survive in that world."
"It would be better to die sooner."
He stretched out his voice at the end with a hint of smile, and spoke frankly about his own death.
"It's ridiculous. Shuangnuo is an oiran but still a virgin. She sells her art but not her body. Only TV dramas have such plots."
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice with a sarcastic smile on his face, murmuring along with Sheng Zhao as if to relieve his fatigue.
He doesn't seem to like the hit TV series in which he plays the leading role.
The heroine has several uncles' wives, who are the "enlightenment" men arranged by her family.
Sheng Zhao found Li Ji's point of view very interesting. She smiled, slightly curved her eyes, revealing the tips of her white teeth, with strong interest, and her voice was clear and pleasant.
"This is the first time I've seen someone analyze something from this perspective. Li Ji, your perspective is quite unique."
She spoke with a hint of regret, looking at the comments and comments on the tablet, "It's a pity that no man has such a point of view. Everyone is crying and lamenting about this and praising the woman's righteousness."
"Really?" Li Ji was not interested in this and just lowered his eyes.
He was too lazy to tell others what he thought. Perhaps in the eyes of others, his ideas were too unconventional and unconventional.
After all, they have always been "ladies" and "heroines" throughout history, and some people will only say that he is ignorant of culture and is too picky.
Madam, you are a person of profound knowledge.
A heroine is a great and heroic person.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, raised his eyes to look at Sheng Zhao beside him, paused, "What about you?"
Those beautiful and cold eyes seemed to carry a hint of uneasiness that could be confirmed, as well as a disguised indifference.
"Hmm..." Sheng Zhao pondered for a moment, seemingly deeply absorbed in the question, and then spoke softly, "I understand what you're saying. Your point of view is powerful and clear, a perspective I've never seen before. In real life, no man would dwell on this, but—"
She changed the subject.
"—Women can't empathize with men."
She told him this truth almost calmly and indifferently, and also told him to put away his indifferent expectations.
The words were cold, but she still smiled, gentle and beautiful.
Li Ji was not angry about this. He just moved closer to her face, his nose touching hers and their breaths intertwined. His voice was hoarse and a little ambiguous.
"I don't care about that, men and women—"
It was just something he came up with in his mind as he looked at this disgust.
"Then tell me, what am I like in your eyes?"
His ending tone was slightly elongated.
"Is it lowly, lowly or—"
Before he could finish his words, Sheng Zhao suddenly spoke.
"He's the perfect person."
She smiled with her eyes curved, beautiful and clear, staring straight at the stunned Li Ji, vaguely revealing a bit of stubborn infatuation, "I cultivated her, the most perfect star."
"My super star."
Her smile was so beautiful that it made Li Ji dazed.
He glanced at her helplessly and chuckled.
"You're the only one who would say that."
My father would say he was a hypocritical cousin.
Those who bully him would say that he is a seductive vixen.
Shen Moyi would say that he was a dirty and lowly piece of trash.
His haters would say that he is a popular figure surrounded by scandals.
But Sheng Zhao held his face, stroking the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, his eyes slightly drooped, his crow-feather eyelashes concealing his emotions, and he spoke softly and gently -
“He’s the best star.”
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