A sound of birds came from outside, which made 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 is the door"? It's really interesting."
Zhang Ning thought for a while: "Rashomon? That is a very classic movie in later generations. Rasomon is Japan|A declining palace gate in our country, the movie describes the story told by several people when sheltered from the rain at the entrance of Rasomon. .There is only one incident, but there are many versions of the truth; the witnesses Tchai Fu, the gangster, the soul of the warrior, and the wife of the warrior all have their own opinions, and the narration is very reasonable, and in the end no one knows the whole story. But each one The statements are beneficial to the narrator's morality, but they vilify the human nature of others..."
He slowly told each explanation, the story itself was depressing and there was no joy. But Yao Ji listened very seriously and looked very interested; all she enjoyed was Zhang Ning's story. tone and voice.
The ancients spoke in a voice, and the human voice 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 a sound, or even just speak. Because she could associate men with them. The wisdom and insight are like a kind of power, the magnetic smell and depression in the tone seem to be a pair of hands, wiping a sensitive string in the 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 let people see a show. It looks a bit like a shadow play, but the principle is Totally different.”
Yao Ji looked at him with interest and explained seriously. Yubai's hand stretched out from her big blue sleeves, gently stretched out her chin and looked at his face, "Well, I've seen a shadow show."
Zhang Ning shook his head gently and said, "It's just that the appearance is similar, 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 desk, 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, turning the pages. 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: "Ah! It really seems to be moving."
Zhang Ning said calmly: "Human eyes are deceptive, and what they see may not be true. It's like a firework rushing into the night sky and seeing a bright light, but in fact there is only one burning in the air. The pills fly, not a light. Movies are something made using this technique.”
Yao Ji took the book over and turned it over by herself, with a happy smile on her face. Unexpectedly, a small trick could make her happy.
At this moment, Yao Ji suddenly had a kind of naive and innocent girl. She played for a while 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 struggle of the palace, but Just a woman, she has all the dream characteristics that girls have.
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 was as if he had seen a lot of knowledge and was completely broken into the world. He closed his eyes slightly like a deep feeling and savored the light fragrance of the tea leaves.
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Yao Ji said: "I heard you have said so many things, it seems that there are indeed many interesting things in the future. 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... I probably wouldn't have the chance to meet you."
Yao Ji covered her mouth and chuckled, "How come she can't even recognize you? You can tell who it is just by seeing you at a glance. I can recognize you even if it turns into ashes."
"Is that right?" 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 reborn as a human being. We should be reborn in a hundred years.
What you are talking about in the future? Then we will not be...so 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 agree on a signal, it will be easier to recognize each other at that time."
"I forgot everything, and I don't even know who it was before. Do you remember who it was in your previous life? What's the use of the promise signal?" Yao Ji frowned slightly, revealing a shallow sorrow.
Zhang Ning said: "I remember, 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 glass cup and took a sip, calmly put away her indulgent expression. Her eyes raised, and she saw the statue of the god worshipped on the wall opposite, and couldn't help but say quietly: "We
It seems that I have done a lot of things that are harmful to the world. I really have a soul, and I don’t know if I can be reincarnated as a human being.”
There seemed to be a vague sorrow floating in the air without any evidence, a faint idle sorrow, and another kind of emotion was hidden in the sorrow. This thing was like dust in the sun, small but spread all over the body, moistening things silently
Hiding into the deepest part of your heart makes people unable to get rid of it.
Zhang Ning said kindly: "No one can grasp things that are too far away. 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 are difficult to estimate, and it is a hidden danger to everyone. Moreover, Zhang Ning did not reject any rejection in his initial layout.
Beware of Yao Ji's idea, he was even less willing to see the things he relied on collapse.
At this time, his emotions became unstable and he couldn't help but say, "I can't grasp the next life, but for decades in this life, I promise to keep your heart on the same path."
Yao Ji was stunned when she heard this. She was used to the graceful way of expressing herself. She immediately felt that this sentence seemed like a confession.