Zhang Hong only sent Sun Zheng and Liu Yishou away not long ago. At this moment, he was accompanying several old men to have dinner, watch dramas and chat, and then listen to them recalling the past.

As the ending song ended, an old man took a sip of his own rice wine and the peanut beans bite with a bite of fake teeth.

"Okay, this looks like what Brother Laisheng said at the beginning. It's true that I'm asking you kid to film this movie!"

Although the old man was almost ninety, Zhang Hong still grinned with an iron sand palm: "I have watched "Bloody Beauty" and I played well! Speaking of which role you played is a bit similar to Brother Next Life!"

Grandma Lu Yingzi put down a plate of freshly prepared fried shrimps with green peppers and chuckled: "It would be great if this drama was filmed and could be seen by Brother Niansheng."

She looked at Zhang Hong: "Xiaohong, don't blame grandma for being anxious. How do you plan to film this drama?"

Zhang Hong was prepared.

He snapped his fingers, and Li Muqing took out several scripts written by Zhang Hong from his famous brand bag and handed them over.

Zhang Hong took it and gave each of the old men a portion.

Several old men also put on reading glasses hanging around their necks, squinted their eyes and couldn't wait to turn them over with the light.

Zhang Hong was full of confidence in sipping the rice wine that he couldn't stand it.

He had already learned about the general situation from Liu Yishou and the others in advance, and understood that these old people missed the comrade-in-arms of the past, perhaps the grandfather of the next life.

So they wanted to make a TV series to commemorate him.

Then your prediction is correct.

Those who have passed away will become more perfect over time.

So I'll give them a Shuangying Eagle!

However, facing these old men who have really been on the battlefield, Zhang Hong has already figured out how to explain this when they question it for artistic effect.

Is it embarrassing to film the anti-Japanese war drama in order to make money?

Not shameful!

But he never expected that the old people did not question it.

There was even an old man who made a disdainful voice after reading the script:

"That's it?"

Zhang Hong: "???"

What is "just this"?

This is Yan Shuangying, my master!

It is Yan Shuangying, the protagonist of the martial arts drama who accidentally entered the Anti-Japanese War film!

Isn't this enough? Then I'll add some "Wolf Warrior" as ingredients.

Otherwise, we would also mix the "American Anti-German Drama" in our previous life.

Seeing that Zhang Hong didn't seem to understand, the old man smiled and said, "Child, although I can't understand the script, your story is pretty good."

The old man first expressed his approval, but immediately made a voice of doubt.

"But... it's just that the protagonist you, the one who writes is too ordinary, or it's a bit mediocre."

He was still very considerate of Zhang Hong: "I know you don't want to write too real, but there is no need to deliberately write the protagonist so much like an ordinary person for the sake of artistic quality, right?"

Zhang Hong: "..."

A sham comparison?

Waibibab?

Did he, Mr. Zhang, misheard, or did you say it wrong?

Yan Shuangying is so ordinary?!

Then he had to stop Yan Shuangying and Leng Feng from joining together.

Seeing Zhang Hong's eyes wide open, the old man began to give him popular science.

"We all fought with Brother Laisheng and the platoon leader. We have achieved first-class collective merit!"

Zhang Hong raised his respectful words: "First-class merit?"

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

The old man chatted with him a glass of yellow wine and said happily: "No! When we raided the Fusang 617th Regiment headquarters, we formed an infiltration team with Brother Laisheng to detour behind the enemy. We first annihilated a warning squad, and then we continued to penetrate deeper."

He took another sip of the rice wine happily, and the old man talked: "Later, our platoon encountered an enemy in a company, but when they saw that we did not surrender, they also dared to resist! We annihilate them.

After that, our twelve soldiers followed the next brother to penetrate deeper. As we walked, there were suddenly more individuals in the team!

We will capture him!

The next brother knew Fusang language, so he interrogated him.

The Japanese soldier was a commander. Seeing us swaying towards the back, he thought our next brother was a big official, so he came over to make a living.

Then we interrogated the defense and command of their regiment headquarters.

Then we touched it."

Zhang Hong scratched his cheek: "Then you guys found the movements of the enemy's regiment headquarters, waiting for reinforcements to arrive and wipe out the opponent?"

"No!" The old man waved his hand and said disdainfully, "We just put on makeup and went in. After the command, the Japanese sentry asked for the number. Brother Naosheng went up with two big mouths! He even cursed 'Baga'! Then they let us in."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Ah...it's really hard to complain.

But it's not over yet.

"It was already the middle of the night. After we entered, we divided into four groups, and three people started working together! My brothers and I wiped out the Japanese guard platoon, the second group took the Japanese regiment command, the third group exploded their iron tanks and trucks, and the fourth group fought guerrillas! Then they thought we had a large army behind us, so they all surrendered. It took a few hours later that our large army arrived and accepted the prisoners."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Three people annihilate a platoon?

Thirteen men captured a regiment?

What a fuck...

Per capita "Shuangying" and "Wolf Warrior"?

These old men won't suddenly draw their guns and ask themselves if they want to look at their brains...

Zhang Hong decided to go back and repent like the screenwriters of the Anti-Japanese War God Drama.

This is so exaggerated than writing...

The old man was very satisfied with Zhang Hong's reaction.

He finished the rice wine with satisfaction and patted Zhang Hong on the shoulder: "Young man, you write boldly! It's okay!"

He pinched Zhang Hong's shoulder and gave him a look.

Zhang Hong nodded and expressed his understanding, and then continued to accompany the old men to recall the glorious years of the past.

Grandma Lu Yingzi sat aside with a smile watching them chat.

When Zhang Hong and the others were ready to say goodbye and leave, she took Zhang Hong's hand and stuffed a bank card with one million she had saved for her life, and said warmly: "Child, please give me all of you."

Zhang Hong replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I guarantee to complete the task!"

Several old men also left with Zhang Hong and the others, leaving only Lu Yingzi and the nanny to stay for cleaning.

Zhang Hong helped the old man just now and walked out of the alley with everyone.

Halfway through the way, the old man looked back and saw that Lu Yingzi had not followed him, he stopped and grabbed Zhang Hong's hand with a rare serious expression: "Child, we are not easy to mention some things just now in front of Yingzi, so let's talk to you now."

Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly: "If you have something to do, please give me instructions."

The old man took out a panda eye from his pocket, pinched off the sponge filter and lit it, took a slow sip, and then said, "I want to tell you about Brother Lusheng, which is also the heart disease of our old guys."

Zhang Hong's eyes sterned and he thought to himself that the show was coming.

The old man sighed, half tilted his head to stare at the street light, as if recalling the past: "Brother Naisheng is called Wei Laisheng, and he is considered a scholar who joined our rank later."

"At that time, our platoon was all 16 or 17 young men. They were not considered regular soldiers, but we didn't leave. The organization had no choice but to platoon leader Jia Shen came to lead us.

Brother Next Life was discovered when we touched the enemy's door. He was pure and gentle. He said he was a scholar from the south. He said he was writing fantasy. He often taught us some strange knowledge. Just the robot you photographed, he said that he might be able to create it in the future."

"Yingzi was less than sixteen at that time. Brother Naosheng regarded her as his sister and even made her own candy. But we can see that Yingzi likes Brother Naosheng.

I remember that it was probably a few days before I drove the Japanese into the sea. We were ordered to defend the enemy's final counterattack. At that time, the Japanese were already crazy and began suicide attacks. Platoon Commander Jia wanted to cut off the rear and let us retreat.

Brother Naisheng said he wanted him to go, and the platoon leader agreed, but the result was…”

The old man's eyes were filled with tears: "As a result, my brother never came back."

Zhang Hong lowered his head and said silently.

The old man wiped his face and continued, "Because my brother said that the future war was over, the country would definitely build a monument. Then he would take everyone to see the monument, and Yingzi would stay here and never get married in his life."

"There is also the platoon leader. He is older than us and regrets it for the rest of his life. He often says that it would be great if he refused the next brother and then went to the rear."

The old man took out a bank card and stuffed it into Zhang Hong's hand, then held his hand tightly: "There are more than four million in it, which is saved by several of us old guys. We are all handed over to you. We are in the platoon leader in the hospital. His disease can actually be cured, but... we want him to get rid of this obsession and treat it well, and stop feeling guilty.
To be continued...