Later, Jiang Wuyang wanted to kill Liansheng, saying that you came down, she could have scolded him - isn't she his sister-in-law, the eldest sister-in-law is the mother, compared with the discord between the brothers, the crime of mother-killing is not light. You can also beg for mercy - she has cooked food for him for so many years, and made up his clothes for so many years, and a dog has been holding a rabbit for you for a few years, and she is still reluctant to slaughter it. What's more, he still likes her vaguely, and when he comes back from the war with his head in his head, he will bring her gifts from the dead.
But she didn't do anything, just said with a crying voice: I'm not coming down, I'm going to hang up this gauze curtain, I haven't seen such a good gauze curtain in more than 10 years, and I've been fighting for 14 years, and I haven't been killed. I didn't starve to death, that's my fate, and I have to hang a red gauze curtain next year. ``````
To live is to live, to be alive, and to be able to grab a little straw, that is, the world is stable. For 5,000 years, Chinese women, or in other words, all Chinese people, have survived in this way. They are as humble and submissive as weeds, without ambition, never complaining or resisting, the wildfire of war burns as soon as it burns, and the ashes burn silently Continue to be the fertilizer for your compatriots, and the silver chains to keep your safety can be removed from the corpses. Everything has value. If you happen to come across a lump of cow dung, thank God and thank the king quickly - in their eyes, there are only natural disasters , There has never been a man-made disaster, God decides your fate, so no one should be responsible for the suffering. There is no love, only dowry and full meals, and there is no ideal and justice, only money, grain and women.
But what can they blame? What these humble and submissive ordinary people only ask for is the right to live, and a little bit of hope, what's wrong? Stealing money, food, and women, its original shape and motives are the most harmless and most ordinary dreams of wives and children. This is the real, grass-roots, and the high-profile in the temple has nothing to do with, but righteous humanity. Jiang Wuyang's human nature is to say why he should not be a bandit if he has food. Liansheng was the curtain she was thinking about before she died. (Let's go a little further, Wang Jiazhi's 6-carat pink diamond ring....)
The girl who grew up in Yangzhou, a fireworks, had seen the prosperity and beauty, and would have been dressed up
It is beautiful, and sold to the rich as concubines like livestock - it is not happiness, but the empty life of silk shark fins and beautiful gauze curtains, compared with those who are trapped in Suzhou city cannibalize war refugees, use their toes You know which one is more comfortable.
Her life has been disrupted by war since she was 15 years old. His eyes were numb, his sallow face was full of smoke and dust, he was dressed in dark earthcloth clothes, and absently cut radishes on a rough cutting board, making dinner for his bandit husband and younger brother whose life and death were unknown. Run away from home time and time again, and come back again and again - there will be dead corpses within three miles, who has such confidence?
Later, by chance, he finally became rich and prosperous. Dressed neatly with beaded hairpins on her head, her face was cleaned of smoke and dust, her sallow color was gone, but she was even more ghastly pale—years of starvation and satiety, and youth disappeared as soon as she let go. Listening to the church meeting with her husband, the play sings the Taoyuan Gathering of Spring and Autumn Righteousness. Her husband felt the same way and felt sad, but she was nibbling on melon seeds without any heart. What did she understand and why should she understand these great principles. The world is not hers, wars, rebellions, and massacres are not caused by her. All she knows is that she has been looking forward to wearing food and clothing for many years, and gentleness and wealth have finally come. A little woman, she can only take a breath, and then enjoy it leisurely. For her, the biggest problem is not which of the two men to choose, but Both red and green gauze curtains look good. Which one should I buy? It's a headache. My husband said that it is enough to hang green this year and become red next year, so she listened happily - such a beautiful veil, just to hang it, she has to live until next year, and who will hold such a beautiful veil? Do you want to live for next year? This veil is the security of the world. Looking at it, I feel that the day is certain and there is hope.
Where can a man expect? If there are men who want to get her, naturally there are men who want to kill her. Even the husband who was the best to her also snatched her away, so he didn't know what she was thinking? "I didn't know you had changed, but I thought he saved you." As for the imperial court, parents and officials, and the queen mother, who is said to be the mother of all the people in the world, they would laugh even more if they counted on them: Who is to blame for these days when the earth is full of starvation and death?
Rather than expecting these living people, it is better to get more solace from gauze curtains, silver hairpins or sunflower seeds - these are things you can really grasp, and are always so gratifying, and most importantly, they are dead , will never change their minds, never lie, never take the initiative to leave, and never take the initiative to kill you, you can control them, let them help you live, or live better and more comfortable - the so-called stability in the world is nothing more than It is in the world of fear, those things that are more ironic and heavy than the ever-changing current situation, life and death, and vows.
In the "First Incense" before, what Weilong thought about the most was not her unpredictable future, but the paperweight glass ball that her father used to give her ice hands: "Thinking about it reminds her of life. Everything thick and dependable in her house—the black iron bed she and her sister slept on in her house, the mattress on the bed, the white floor, the red wicker; the old boxwood dresser; the peaches that were lovely red in the sunlight A style porcelain jar filled with talcum powder; the beauty month card nailed on the wall, on the beauty's arm, the mother used a pencil to thickly add the tailor, recommended head line, bean curd paste, aunt, third aunt's phone number... "
Every time I see this episode, I always feel very sad.
View more about The Warlords reviews
