Jiang Yun regretted it the moment he finished speaking.
Poets, lyricists and humanists create based on situations, but people in the future will try to restore the scenes of poetry for commercial interests.
She bit her lip and lowered her head feeling a little guilty. It was true that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make!
Qin Xiao looked at Jiang Jun seriously: "Do you know why I suggested to Team Leader Bu that you change your living quarters?"
Jiang Jun didn't raise his eyes: "I don't know!"
She couldn't say it was a miracle, because the report she wrote hadn't been handed over to Team Leader Bu yet.
Qin Xiao paused for a few seconds and said, "When I see that house, I feel nostalgic."
Jiang Jun looked up: "That's where you used to live?"
Qin Xiao's eyes flashed, and he looked at Jiang Jun with a hint of surprise: "The owner of that villa has long been missing. It has been empty until your office rented it."
In an era when privatization was not allowed, all houses whose owners could not be found and whose property rights could not be determined were nationalized.
The villa has been empty all the time, proving that Qin Xiao has never lived in it. So what made him feel such emotions?
Jiang Jun was looked at by Qin Xiao like this, and after hearing what Qin Xiao said, his mind suddenly opened up: "Is that a transportation station? No, transportation stations are relatively inconspicuous, not that luxurious! Is that where the capitalists live? Is there a progressive student in their family? Want to break free from the feudal cage? Get rid of arranged marriage? Or want to join the revolution? And then the family doesn't allow it and locks him/her up? And then..."
Then came the most common scenes in TV dramas: hunger strikes, jumping off buildings, and protests to the death.
Jiang Jun recited a long list of plots he had read from the script in one breath, but when he got to the end, he suddenly got stuck.
Since the scene brought back memories, maybe he/she is dead?!
Qin Xiao shook his head slightly: "It's a bit close!"
Jiang Jun was stunned: "Really? How close are we? Give me a hint and I'll keep guessing!"
Writing plots is the most interesting thing, especially for people who know nothing and have no idea what the routine is. They can often come up with a next episode with a unique train of thought.
Qin Xiao coughed lightly: "Progressive student."
Jiang Jun propped up her chin and used her imagination: "Students? Male students? Female students?" Seeing Qin Xiao nod, Jiang Jun gained confidence. Her guess was almost right, so she continued: "A female student went to a foreign school, fell in love with a teacher or a classmate, became dissatisfied with the family marriage arranged for her, and wanted to live a free and easy new life. Then she was locked up at home. Every day, she opened the window, looked at the sycamore tree in the yard, and felt like a canary. Then one day, she suddenly heard that the classmate or teacher she admired had married someone else, and she jumped off the building in despair and committed suicide, right?"
Jiang Heng has countless similar scripts for this kind of melodramatic plot, and people will watch it no matter how he shoots it.
Qin Xiao stared at Jiang Yun as she made up a story, and when she stopped, he said softly, "Ahem, it's a progressive female student."
Jiang Jun was a little disappointed. He had made a mistake! He pounded his head and said, "I have no imagination. What's going on? Tell me!"
Qin Xiao: "Then don't be angry after hearing this. I'm afraid that after hearing this, you will never want to visit that villa again."
Jiang Yun immediately became excited again: "I promise I won't be angry! And the first thing I'll do when I return to Lingcheng is to go to that villa and take another look!"
Qin Xiao raised his eyebrows, showing a rare look of surprise.
Jiang Jun's curiosity was piqued, and he was eager to know the answer, so he chuckled, "I didn't mean to say that. Tell me quickly, what kind of story is it?"
She loved unexpected endings the most.
Qin Xiao said slowly, "While that female student was in school, she was exposed to Soviet ideology. Later, she didn't leave her family. Instead, she used her father's status and wealth to mingle with the upper class, trying to gather information and intelligence. Later, she was discovered, but because she was trying to rescue a companion, she didn't leave Lingcheng in time. One night, someone shot her from the window and she died in her sleep."
Jiang Jun listened and imagined it all. When he heard the last sentence, his body suddenly trembled: "You mean, she died in her bed?"
A trail of blood flowed from his temple...
So scary!
Qin Xiao nodded gently.
Jiang Jun suddenly remembered: "So, does that female student live on the third floor? Is she living in one of the rooms we three share?"
Oh my!
Qin Xiao nodded again.
Jiang Jun crossed his arms, his scalp tingling. "You look at me wrong! Is it the room I live in?"
Qin Xiao didn't say anything.
Jiang Jun looked at the snack plate and wanted to grab two pieces and throw them at Qin Xiao's face!
Really!
Jiang Jun hugged himself tightly and said to himself, Don’t be angry, don’t be angry!
Looking at the bamboo leaves swaying outside the window, I felt a sense of desolation and sadness.
Qin Xiao looked at Jiang Jun's tense face and advised, "You only lived there for a few hours. Now that everyone has moved out, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Jiang Jun was furious. "It's all your fault. You said something about being moved by the scene. I thought it was some tragic love story! Such a tragic ending, it has nothing to do with you at all. What kind of emotion are you feeling?"
Qin Xiao's tone remained steady. "There are all kinds of legends about that villa. When we were little, a bunch of us kids would sneak over the wall and crawl in. We went to every room on every floor. Then one time, we were playing hide-and-seek in there, and there wasn't enough room to hide because there were too many of us. So I ran to the room on the third floor, carefully climbed out the window, and stood on a stone slab less than half the width of a palm below the window. I looked into the room and saw the wooden bed, right where the pillows were..."
He knew immediately where the killer was standing.
He could even imagine how the killer aimed.
That day on the third floor of the office, he stood at the door and looked through the gap between the backs of the doctors and nurses. He seemed to see the scene of the doctors and nurses rescuing the female student Kang Manyun, and Kang Manyun's parents beating their chests and crying.
He didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, and he didn't believe in the lingering ghosts of the wronged. But at that moment, he really didn't want to see Jiang Jun and overlap her face with Kang Manyun's.
In the historical archives, he had seen photos of the martyr Kang Manyun during her lifetime. She was wearing a Western dress and a sailor hat, with long, thin eyebrows and slender almond-shaped eyes. The look in her eyes when she looked at the camera was exactly the same as the look in Jiang Yun's eyes when she was staring at him!
The more Jiang Jun listened, the more frightened he became: "You are the killer!"
The cake seller came from another world, could it be that the person in front of me also came from another world?
I suddenly felt that Qin Xiao also had a pistol in his pocket!
Qin Xiao was stunned. "Who killed that female student? There's no detailed record in the archives, and that happened decades ago."
Jiang Yun blurted out, "You are the descendant of that killer!"
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