A sound of birds came from outside, making the rich palace look quiet again.
Zhang Ning sighed slightly: Maybe there is no truth in the world. If the lies are planned properly, they are more convincing than the truth.
Yao Ji said: I remember you told a story called "What's the Sect"? It's really interesting.
Zhang Ning thought for a while: Rashomon?It was a very classic movie in later generations. Rashomon is a declining palace gate in Japan. The movie describes the story told by several people while sheltering from the rain at the entrance of Rashomon.There is only one incident, but there are many versions of the truth; witnesses Tchai Fu, the gangster, the soul of the warrior, and the wife of the warrior all have their own opinions, and the story is very reasonable, and in the end no one knows the whole story.But every statement is beneficial to the narrator's morality, but it vilifies the human nature of others...
He slowly told each explanation, the story itself was suppressed and there was no joy to speak of.
But Yao Ji finished listening very carefully and looked very interested; all she enjoyed was Zhang Ning's tone and voice when she spoke.
The ancients spoke in a lot of voices and horses, and human voices could express many feelings. Not only did men like to listen to the singing of beautiful women, but women could also feel a different breath from one voice, or even just speak.
Because she could think of male wisdom and insight from it, it seemed like a kind of power, and the magnetic smell and depression in her tone seemed to be a pair of hands, wiping a sensitive string in her heart.
However, Yao Ji is not a person who easily exposes her feelings. She just talks with the content of the topic itself: What is a movie?
Zhang Ning took the time when he turned to look at other things and thought about it, and then replied gently: Connect the pictures together and you can see a show.It looks a bit like a shadow drama, but the principles are completely different.
Yao Ji looked at him with interest and explained seriously. Yubai's hand stretched out from her big blue sleeves, gently supporting her chin to look at his face. Well, I've seen a shadow drama.
Zhang Ning shook his head gently and said: It just looks like it, but the content is different.The shadow play is performed with puppets, and the picture is not good; but the movie connects many lifelike pictures together, which looks like it is real... I remembered a way.
After saying that, he got up and pulled out a book on the bookshelf behind the piano case, then picked up the pen and drew a villain on a piece of paper, and then repeatedly drew a villain with coherent postures on each piece of paper.
After finishing the drawing, Zhang Ning took the book to Yao Ji, and stroked it with his fingers, and the pages began to turn.I saw that the villain seemed to be alive, and was digging up repeatedly with a hoe.
Yao Ji, who was originally lazy, suddenly had a lit look in her eyes and showed a surprise expression: Oh!It really seems to be moving.
Zhang Ning said calmly: Human eyes are inherently deceptive, and what they see may not be true.It was like a firework rushing into the night sky and seeing a bright light, but in fact there was only a burning pill flying in the air, not a light.Movies are something made using this technique.
Yao Ji took the book over and flipped it over by herself, with a happy smile on her face.I didn't expect that a small trick would make her happy.
At this moment, Yao Ji suddenly had a kind of naive and innocent little girl. She played for a while and looked up and smiled: It's really interesting.
Even Zhang Ning had an illusion, as if the beauty in front of her was not a female hero who had experienced the cruel struggles of the palace, but just a woman, and she had all the dream characteristics that girls had.
The roles of the two were also reversed. Zhang Ning just calmly picked up the tea she brewed with her own hands and took a sip. He closed his eyes slightly like a knowledgeable and broken world, pretending to be deep, and he savored the light fragrance of the tea leaves.
Yao Ji said: I heard you have said so many things, it seems that there are indeed many interesting things in later generations. I really want to see them with my own eyes.
She seemed to have taken off guard in front of Zhang Ning, and her fantasy became even worse when she opened it. Her beautiful eyes were lost, as if she was imagining: What would we look like if we were not in the Ming Dynasty, but hundreds of years later?
Zhang Ning thought for a while: If I were still as ordinary as before, but you are still as gorgeous as you are now, we probably wouldn't have the chance to meet you.
Yao Ji covered her mouth and chuckled: Why can’t you even recognize you?As long as you see you, you will know who it is. I will recognize it even if it turns into ashes.
Is that true?Zhang Ning also smiled a little.
Yao Ji stroked the wide sleeve that was dragged to the armrest of the chair, and murmured: It is said that after a person dies, he will drink Mengpo soup, cross the Naihe Bridge, forget the things in this life before being reincarnated as a human being.Our resurrection in a hundred years should be what you call the future generation?Then we will not be... in such a relationship; unfortunately, I don’t remember what’s happening now, what should I do?
Zhang Ning followed her will and said casually: If you don’t make an appointment, it will be easier to recognize each other at that time.
I forgot everything, and I don’t even know who it was before.Who do you remember in your previous life?What is the use of agreed signals?Yao Ji frowned slightly, revealing a shallow sorrow.
Zhang Ning said: I remember Ah, otherwise how could I know what the movie is, and how could I tell you about Rashomon?
You are an unusual exception.If you do this, you will recognize me and tell me about the things in this life. If you are serious, I will probably believe it.Yao Ji said.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to realize the absurdity of the conversation, and couldn't help laughing.
Yao Ji took a breath, sat down, took a sip, and calmly put away her indulgent expression.
Her eyes rose and saw the statue of the god worshipped on the wall opposite. She couldn't help but say quietly: We seem to have done a lot of things that are harmful to the sky. We really have souls, and we don't know if we can be reincarnated as human beings.
There seemed to be a vague sorrow and a faint idle sorrow floating in the air. There was another kind of emotion hidden in the sorrow. This kind of thing was like dust in the sun, small but spread all over the body, moistening things silently penetrated into the deepest part of the heart, making it impossible for people to get rid of it.
Zhang Ning said kindly: No one can grasp things that are too far away, and it is very difficult to grasp them well now.
Regardless of whether this kind of relationship is moral or not, this kind of trust and dependence are extremely important factors within the entire group...
Otherwise, turmoil and danger will be immeasurable and will be a hidden danger to everyone.
Moreover, Zhang Ning's initial layout did not have any idea of rejecting and preventing Yao Ji, and he was even less willing to see the things he depended on collapse.
At this time, his emotions became unstable and he couldn't help but say: I can't grasp the next life, but I promise to keep your heart on the same path for decades in this life.
Yao Ji was stunned when she heard this. She was usually used to the graceful way of expressing herself. She immediately felt that this sentence seemed like a confession.
Zhang Ning sighed slightly: Maybe there is no truth in the world. If the lies are planned properly, they are more convincing than the truth.
Yao Ji said: I remember you told a story called "What's the Sect"? It's really interesting.
Zhang Ning thought for a while: Rashomon?It was a very classic movie in later generations. Rashomon is a declining palace gate in Japan. The movie describes the story told by several people while sheltering from the rain at the entrance of Rashomon.There is only one incident, but there are many versions of the truth; witnesses Tchai Fu, the gangster, the soul of the warrior, and the wife of the warrior all have their own opinions, and the story is very reasonable, and in the end no one knows the whole story.But every statement is beneficial to the narrator's morality, but it vilifies the human nature of others...
He slowly told each explanation, the story itself was suppressed and there was no joy to speak of.
But Yao Ji finished listening very carefully and looked very interested; all she enjoyed was Zhang Ning's tone and voice when she spoke.
The ancients spoke in a lot of voices and horses, and human voices could express many feelings. Not only did men like to listen to the singing of beautiful women, but women could also feel a different breath from one voice, or even just speak.
Because she could think of male wisdom and insight from it, it seemed like a kind of power, and the magnetic smell and depression in her tone seemed to be a pair of hands, wiping a sensitive string in her heart.
However, Yao Ji is not a person who easily exposes her feelings. She just talks with the content of the topic itself: What is a movie?
Zhang Ning took the time when he turned to look at other things and thought about it, and then replied gently: Connect the pictures together and you can see a show.It looks a bit like a shadow drama, but the principles are completely different.
Yao Ji looked at him with interest and explained seriously. Yubai's hand stretched out from her big blue sleeves, gently supporting her chin to look at his face. Well, I've seen a shadow drama.
Zhang Ning shook his head gently and said: It just looks like it, but the content is different.The shadow play is performed with puppets, and the picture is not good; but the movie connects many lifelike pictures together, which looks like it is real... I remembered a way.
After saying that, he got up and pulled out a book on the bookshelf behind the piano case, then picked up the pen and drew a villain on a piece of paper, and then repeatedly drew a villain with coherent postures on each piece of paper.
After finishing the drawing, Zhang Ning took the book to Yao Ji, and stroked it with his fingers, and the pages began to turn.I saw that the villain seemed to be alive, and was digging up repeatedly with a hoe.
Yao Ji, who was originally lazy, suddenly had a lit look in her eyes and showed a surprise expression: Oh!It really seems to be moving.
Zhang Ning said calmly: Human eyes are inherently deceptive, and what they see may not be true.It was like a firework rushing into the night sky and seeing a bright light, but in fact there was only a burning pill flying in the air, not a light.Movies are something made using this technique.
Yao Ji took the book over and flipped it over by herself, with a happy smile on her face.I didn't expect that a small trick would make her happy.
At this moment, Yao Ji suddenly had a kind of naive and innocent little girl. She played for a while and looked up and smiled: It's really interesting.
Even Zhang Ning had an illusion, as if the beauty in front of her was not a female hero who had experienced the cruel struggles of the palace, but just a woman, and she had all the dream characteristics that girls had.
The roles of the two were also reversed. Zhang Ning just calmly picked up the tea she brewed with her own hands and took a sip. He closed his eyes slightly like a knowledgeable and broken world, pretending to be deep, and he savored the light fragrance of the tea leaves.
Yao Ji said: I heard you have said so many things, it seems that there are indeed many interesting things in later generations. I really want to see them with my own eyes.
She seemed to have taken off guard in front of Zhang Ning, and her fantasy became even worse when she opened it. Her beautiful eyes were lost, as if she was imagining: What would we look like if we were not in the Ming Dynasty, but hundreds of years later?
Zhang Ning thought for a while: If I were still as ordinary as before, but you are still as gorgeous as you are now, we probably wouldn't have the chance to meet you.
Yao Ji covered her mouth and chuckled: Why can’t you even recognize you?As long as you see you, you will know who it is. I will recognize it even if it turns into ashes.
Is that true?Zhang Ning also smiled a little.
Yao Ji stroked the wide sleeve that was dragged to the armrest of the chair, and murmured: It is said that after a person dies, he will drink Mengpo soup, cross the Naihe Bridge, forget the things in this life before being reincarnated as a human being.Our resurrection in a hundred years should be what you call the future generation?Then we will not be... in such a relationship; unfortunately, I don’t remember what’s happening now, what should I do?
Zhang Ning followed her will and said casually: If you don’t make an appointment, it will be easier to recognize each other at that time.
I forgot everything, and I don’t even know who it was before.Who do you remember in your previous life?What is the use of agreed signals?Yao Ji frowned slightly, revealing a shallow sorrow.
Zhang Ning said: I remember Ah, otherwise how could I know what the movie is, and how could I tell you about Rashomon?
You are an unusual exception.If you do this, you will recognize me and tell me about the things in this life. If you are serious, I will probably believe it.Yao Ji said.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to realize the absurdity of the conversation, and couldn't help laughing.
Yao Ji took a breath, sat down, took a sip, and calmly put away her indulgent expression.
Her eyes rose and saw the statue of the god worshipped on the wall opposite. She couldn't help but say quietly: We seem to have done a lot of things that are harmful to the sky. We really have souls, and we don't know if we can be reincarnated as human beings.
There seemed to be a vague sorrow and a faint idle sorrow floating in the air. There was another kind of emotion hidden in the sorrow. This kind of thing was like dust in the sun, small but spread all over the body, moistening things silently penetrated into the deepest part of the heart, making it impossible for people to get rid of it.
Zhang Ning said kindly: No one can grasp things that are too far away, and it is very difficult to grasp them well now.
Regardless of whether this kind of relationship is moral or not, this kind of trust and dependence are extremely important factors within the entire group...
Otherwise, turmoil and danger will be immeasurable and will be a hidden danger to everyone.
Moreover, Zhang Ning's initial layout did not have any idea of rejecting and preventing Yao Ji, and he was even less willing to see the things he depended on collapse.
At this time, his emotions became unstable and he couldn't help but say: I can't grasp the next life, but I promise to keep your heart on the same path for decades in this life.
Yao Ji was stunned when she heard this. She was usually used to the graceful way of expressing herself. She immediately felt that this sentence seemed like a confession.
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