Those Things in the Ming Dynasty Part 2 Wan Guolai DPRK_History turned out to be very exciting
In the wilderness, the bright moon walked across the wilderness.
What is history? Is history just those ruined buildings, ancient temples and tombs? Is it just those yellowed books? No, absolutely not.
"History turns out to be very exciting!" Mingyue shouted. The voice disappeared in the wind. Mingyue continued to walk, and the mountains and fields were silent.
For a long time, echoes came from a distance: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's wonderful..." The sound gradually disappeared, and the mountains and fields returned to silence.
There was some movement in the ancient temple in front. A young monk seemed to have just woken up. He stretched out slowly and shook off the thick dust on his body. Oh! Isn't that Zhu Chongba? He looked around
He took a look, and then walked towards Nian Mingyue. There were people over there, Zhu Di, riding a horse, covered with dust and soaked in sweat, also came here. Behind him was Fang Xiaoru, with an upright face, pulling Zhu Yun, a little bit
I thought he was walking too slowly; the frustrated Hu Weiyong and the arrogant Lan Yu came. From a distance, a thin man came over. At a glance, I knew it was Zhu Houzhao. He was still like that. He didn't stand or looked like he was sitting.
I don't have a good posture when I'm sitting, and I'm swaying when I walk...
So many people gathered around Nian Mingyue, and it suddenly became lively. In the chaos, some patted Nian Mingyue on the shoulders, some pointed and made noises, and only a few words could be heard clearly: Very exciting, very exciting
Yes, write, write, write... Write, write, just like writing about the boss of your company, that fat man, writing about Xiao Li, the monkey guy in the factory, the gazi from the former village, the mistress in the alley.
, write, write wherever you think of, just write like this...
Back then, Mingyue didn't know whether it was surprise or excitement, she almost fainted.
The camera zooms out.
The sound fades out.
There was silence in the wilderness again.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a pile of papers was blown away, flying all over the sky. A passerby picked up a piece of paper, and when he saw it, it turned out to be a manuscript written by Mingyue that year - "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty".
This also counts as the preface I wrote for it, which is a little easier than the last one.