() Found the way home!

Fei Tang couldn't tell the reason, but as long as it was thought of it, and the two people in front of him didn't expect it, he felt very accomplished.

There was nothing else, Fei Tang wanted to go back to the big tent, and Changdong said, "What are you going back for? You should stay away from those people in Kuoya."

Fei Tangba would not hear such words, but Changdong only said "stay away from them" and did not clearly say "Come here and go with us."

Of course, he could follow the trend and stick to Changdong again, but that was only valuable if he wanted to be invited back for the long term.

"It's okay, if they have any other ideas, I'm there, so it's easy to inquire about it."

He got out of the car and left.

Changdong asked Ye Liuxi: "Do you think Fei Tang is a bit strange these two days?"

Ye Liuxi curled up into the back seat and covered her sleeping bag. She didn't like to get into the sleeping bag. She felt like a silkworm was wrapped in a cocoon when she entered, and she was bound by her hands and feet. If something happened, it would be inconvenient to escape.

"Who doesn't blame him? Don't you blame him? Why don't you let him be a little weird?"

Chang Dong laughed and turned off the lights in the car.

The space in the front seat is cramped than the back seat. He is long and long, and it is not comfortable to curl up. His eyes are dark, and many things are like a lantern in his mind: the strange-wearing shadow puppet, the Hui Ba who has shed so much blood, and Ye Liuxi's words "Come here to carry the person away."

"Liuxi?"

Ye Liuxi paused for a while before speaking: "Do I know you very well?"

Changdong said: "If you ask Ye Liuxi, you have to say three words every time. It's so tiring."

Ye Liuxi actually felt that this reason was not far-fetched. Just like the name "Changdong", it is more convenient to call it than "Meng Jingu".

"Is there something wrong?"

"I want to say some words for you... I don't think you are growing up in a normal social environment."

Ye Liuxi turned over and headed towards him, although he could not see him.

The car was very quiet, and the breathing of the two people was calm and gentle, touching in invisible places, and then returning to silence.

"I have been in contact with the opposite sex with different personalities since I was a child. Some are quiet and gentle, some are generous and bold, and some are tough. I beat my husband to cry more than once..."

"But all these people, no matter how unique their personalities are, every move, are still in the same frame and will not be out of line."

"Taqi Town for example, I can curb the drugged prostitutes and remove the other party from being frozen. Many of my opposite sex friends can do it, and even punch and kick... But no one will open the window and leave, because this may cause the other party to die. Legal awareness is a framework, but you don't, or you have it, but you don't care."

"You are used to using violence to solve problems. When I paid you to help me solve the problem in Dunhuang, you just wanted to fight with the other party; Hui Ba concealed the truth, you said you wanted to 'beat him until he said', this is not a familiar framework of standards... Do you remember that Qiao Meina had a conflict with Kuoya? She scolded her at first and then called the police. I dare not say that the process is standardized, but at least it is normal."

"In modern society, there are many ways to solve problems. The most direct way to do things, and the end of the trouble is endless. But for you, this is not even a choice, but the first reaction."

Ye Liuxi listened quietly.

"And tonight, Hui Ba Feng died, everyone was scared to death. Only you said 'carrying people away' as if nothing had happened. No matter how bold an ordinary person is, he cannot be indifferent to the dead."

People who grew up in a normal social environment will not have the same personality as her, but they cannot be said to be out of touch with society.

...

Changdong gradually fell asleep and suddenly fell into the dark and sweet moment, the song was still lingering in his mind.

...A blood flows dry after leaving the customs... No matter how much I enter the customs...

Should I go out of customs or enter?

...

At dawn, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The car window was very calm, there was no wind, and the morning light gradually rose, and it was a rare good weather.

Ye Liuxi heard a sensible and reckless sound, and the tip of the pen was scratching the paper.

She opened her eyes with difficulty and tried hard to support herself: Changdong lowered his head and was drawing on the booklet with a pen.

Ye Liuxi lay back, a little impatient: "Aren't you sleepy? What shadow puppet do you draw early in the morning?"

As long as he was in that position, she always felt that he was carving shadow puppets or doing things related to shadow puppets.

Changdong handed her the booklet.

Ye Liuxi sighed: I had known that I wouldn't say anything, and I would have been able to sleep more if I didn't say anything.

She took it lazyly, and only opened one eye to look at the painting: "What?"

I vaguely understand that it is a hand-painted minimalist territory map. The lines with a few fine strokes are the boundary contour lines. The east is written with "Western Han Dynasty" and the corners of the Yellow River with the shape of "Ji", the concentric circle marks Chang'an, that is, today's Xi'an, and the west is written with "Western Regions". On the junction, a tall pass stands.

Ye Liuxi murmured: "It's not that I haven't been to the Yumen Pass site, it's just a loess platform. Why are you doing so seriously?"

Changdong bent over, drew an arrow line on the booklet, and rushed from the "Western Han Dynasty" to the "Western Regions", saying, "This is coming out of seclusion."

yes.

He drew a reverse arrow again, from the "Western Regions" to the "Western Han Dynasty": "This is entering the Pass."

Ye Liu looked at him in a slight manner: "Is there any problem?"

"We all have a bit of preconceptions. We have always lived in the mainland. We take it for granted that going out of the customs is going out, and going into the customs is going inside... But if there is such a group of people who have used the customs outside the customs as the distance, then, with self-reference, the words they say that going out of the customs and entering the customs are exactly the opposite of us."

Ye Liuxi digested for a while, and his heart suddenly moved.

She sat up and looked at the pictures on the booklet.

Changdong said: "In this way, the song will have no contradictions, and it will match the paintings on the coffin."

The song was sung in the tone of those people, recalling the past.

For some reason, they were forced to leave Yumen Pass in shackles and return to the east without hope. Over time, they could only take the foreign land as the leader.

After leaving the seclusion, I was bleeding: I can never go out of seclusion and return to the great man, and I will die if I go back.

No matter how much I enter the pass, I burst into tears: I am not a person here, I don’t want to come in, but the emperor only cares about his own romantic and joyfulness, and doesn’t care about my tears at all.

Thinking of this, Yumen Pass seems to be a prison.

But didn’t Fei Tang say that the prisoners were exiled, and they were not exiled outside the border, and under the rule of Emperor Wu of Han, the territory was vast. Why did he build a prison outside Yumen Pass?

After leaving Hui Ba, he came to Wuya, and his style was different: the sun was already high, and he didn’t have the intention of opening a stove.

However, Mengjingu Camp was full of joy: the weather was so good today, and this kind of light could definitely produce blockbusters.

Simon even thought about the theme of today's series, the prosperous Loulan.

He urged Meng Jingu to go to Changdong to learn from the scriptures: "Didn't you say that your friend knows Bailongdui very well? Ask him where the scenery is the best, and we will take the scene in the past."

Meng Jingu was reluctant and difficult to refuse. He rushed to Changdong. Before he could speak, someone suddenly furiously jumped into the other end of the camp.

Changdong felt strange, which gave Meng Jingu the opportunity to speak: "The photographer Lao Qian has a bad temper. He always scolds his assistant, scolds him even if he doesn't play the machine, scolds him even if he doesn't adjust the machine. He is like this and it's hard to serve the artist."

But today's difficulty seems to be particularly high, and even the sound of throwing the pot comes out.

Changdong said: "Go and take a look."

He knew that Meng Jingu was just listening to the wrong person, and the real idea was Simon: he happened to go over and persuade him that it was not safe outside the camp and was not suitable for outdoor shooting.

As soon as I arrived, I saw Simon trying hard to hold Lao Qian. The one who confronted him was Joe Mina, with her arms wide open to protecting the photography assistant behind her. The assistant was in her early twenties, not tall, and honest, with a look of bitterness.

Another model and makeup artist stood by the side in a dilemma. This was not as clear as a quarrel with the squad. It was difficult to stand in the camp.

Joemina was very rude: "If you have something to do, don't blame Xiao Feng. I asked him to help."

Old Qian shouted: "You know what a fool! You don't have a big face but a brain. Do you know how much that machine costs?"

Changdong saw that Lao Qian was thick, but he rolled his eyes with Qiao Meina, and found it a little funny, and said to Simon: "Don't stop him, let go, he dare not hit anyone."

Look at Jomena again: "What's wrong?"

Jomena's eyes turned red.

The matter started with the quarrel with Kuoya yesterday. Although Ye Liuxi didn't say anything, she felt very angry. Lao Qian had a bad temper, so she went to Xiao Feng before going to bed and asked him if he had any equipment to take pictures at night... If Kuoya Dog can't change the food and eat shit, it's also evidence to take pictures. Now that he can't be cured, it's not too late to get out of the White Dragon Pile.

Xiao Feng is the assistant who gave Lao Qian this time. He has many opportunities to open a few boxes of equipment for Lao Qian. He wants to ask for performance in front of the beauty and promises to look for it.

After some trouble, he didn't have any equipment for shooting at night, but he asked him to find a camera with a very novel shape. Xiao Feng had never operated it. He was curious and played for two games and put it back.

I thought it was a trivial matter, but I didn't expect that Lao Qian found out when checking equipment in the morning and immediately became furious.

With Changdong, an outsider, Lao Qian's temper has been suppressed a lot: "If it's an ordinary machine, it's fine. I'm not a stingy person. This kind of ultra-high-speed camera has gone so much money and can shoot bullets through the wall. Do you understand? I keep it for special effects blockbusters, you use it to shoot sand! What should I do if the machine breaks down in this sandstorm? What should I do if Kasha?"

Xiao Feng almost cried: "Teacher Qian, I'm sorry, I just lifted it up and tried the machine, and it turned off quickly. I thought I didn't take a picture of anything... it took a few seconds at most."

Lao Qian sneered: "You don't know what an ultra-high-speed camera is. Even in one second, it takes several minutes to convert it into a standard video."

Changdong's heart moved: "Teacher Qian, can it be transformed into such a long time in one second?"

Seeing that he was still disdainful of him, his attitude has changed, and he felt a little satisfied: "Can't you call the super highway? To put it bluntly, you just exchange the speed for time. In a second, you may not see anything, but the camera has taken thousands or tens of thousands of photos. If it is converted, it will be a long video... As long as it is in the camera, it will not be spared at all."

"Can I see it?"

Lao Qian was stunned for a moment: "Look at the machine?"

"No, Xiao Feng took it, can I convert it into a standard video for me to watch it? Please trouble you."

It’s not troublesome to convert videos. Lao Qian has equipment and software, but Xiao Feng is clearly a Hu film. The conversion really damages his reputation as a super-high-speed camera.

When he gave the computer screen to Changdong, Lao Qian couldn't help but talk: "He was all shot by Hu, and the light was not good at night. You see, it was all blurry. If the technology was good, the light was good, you could see how the sand was flying in the air..."

It is indeed blurry, and the picture quality is also sloppy. Changdong can only see the transfer of light and darkness. The dark color slowly closes from both sides to the middle, gathers into a thick layer, and then slowly diverges from the middle to both sides, and finally freezes into a blurry black.

The whole process lasted more than 3 minutes. During this period, Meng Jingu and the others had seen it, and after glances, they gave up... It was dark and there were noise everywhere. I couldn't figure out why Changdong was so bored, so I insisted on sitting from beginning to end.

Changdong's heart was cold.

If everything happens in seconds, it's easy to explain:

...Fei Tang lay on the ground and was scattering, not seeing anything, and was suddenly pulled out more than ten meters away.

...Jomena's car door was opened for no reason.

...The iron shovel suddenly danced from a distance and cut Huiba's throat...

When he mentioned it to Ye Liuxi, he always said "that thing", feeling like a hand that was invisible but movable.
Chapter completed!