Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 158 Yamamoto, I Call You Immortal (1)

After packing up their things, Xia Yuan and Tang Ying headed towards the nursing home where the old man was.

The location of the sanatorium is really good. It is surrounded by mountains, birds singing and flowers blooming. There are only a few villages around it, but the security is very tight. It was not until they passed through several gates guarded by guards that Xia Yuan saw the familiar old face.

The last time I saw this old face was during the filming of "Let the Bullets Fly". At that time in Oharayama, Xia Yuan was still struggling with how to play the role of Zhang Muzhi well.

Then I met this old man.

At first, Xia Yuan didn't dare to recognize him. He just felt that this extremely familiar old man was just a country old man who looked a bit like him, an ordinary villager of Xiaoyuanshan.

But he never expected that he would meet a living history book, and that the next time they met, it would be in such a scene.

He is also my senior sister's grandfather.
All I can say is that things in this world are unpredictable and fate is hard to predict!
When Xia Yuan and Tang Ying arrived, the old man was wearing reading glasses and standing in the middle of the yard, frowning and thinking deeply as he looked at the endgame on the chessboard.

After seeing them, the old man showed his joy: "Hahaha, they're here?"

"Grandpa~~"

Tang Ying immediately ran over and hugged the old man.

The old man also patted his granddaughter on the back: "Hahahaha, Ying girl, you miss grandpa so much!"

The grandfather and grandson were close for a while, and then the old man ordered the people behind him: "Go, make another pot of tea to entertain my two grandchildren!"

Xia Yuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

"Yes!"

A guard who had been inconspicuous in the rear saluted and went down.

"Old man!" Xia Yuan was also flattered. He quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Hey? You weren't like that at that time, little kid. You were so relaxed in front of me."

The old man looked at Xia Yuan with a hint of joking in his eyes: "What did I say? I said we would meet soon. Do you believe it now?"

"Ahem." Xia Yuan's old face turned red.

This is not only accurate, it is also a prophecy.

He even began to doubt whether the old man was controlling everything.

However, after the old man finished speaking, he murmured a few more words in a low voice: "Also, when did Yingwaer lose the strength to hug me just now? The strength is not right, hey, it's not right."

Okay, that’s good. After just two sentences, both of their faces turned red.

Looking again, the old man had a calm smile on his face, as if he was not surprised by anything the two did.

"Well, Grandpa, Happy New Year! It's been a year since we last met. How are you?" Tang Ying quickly changed the subject.

"Is it a year? As far as I can remember, you were kidnapped back home by someone last year." The old man asked in a calm voice.

Both of them blushed again.

"Okay, okay, one and a half years!" Tang Ying corrected quickly.

“That’s right!” The old man smiled with satisfaction: “Hahaha, I won’t tease you anymore. It’s a good thing that you can come. It can be regarded as keeping me company. There are not many people coming to my place all year round. The only time I see many people is during the National Day. I have to wait until today to see you, Yingwaer.

And you, young man."

The old man looked at Xia Yuan and said, "Did you do what I told you last time?"

"Old man."

"Still calling me grandpa?" The old man gave him an unhappy glance.

"Grandpa?" Xia Yuan called out with a hint of fear.

"Hahahaha, that's right!" The old man laughed heartily: "No matter what happens outside, I'm not a big shot. I just killed a few Japanese soldiers. Why are you afraid? Here, I'm just a retired old man. I don't understand anything. You can do the same to me as Yingwaer did to me! Have you done it?"

"I did it, grandpa. I did what I promised you. The premiere is tonight and you can watch it with me." Xia Yuan replied respectfully.

"That's good. Let's not talk too much now. The game ahead is over. Stay with me until the end. Have dinner tonight! Sleep in my room! Stay with me for two days!"

"Okay, grandpa." Xia Yuan naturally had no objection.

The old man is still the same as before, on the crew.

But his attitude towards the old man has changed.

Nonsense, how can they be the same?

This is a real great man!
Before they arrived, they had already decided to spend the next two days with the elderly. Naturally, they didn't bring anything with them.

Because of the special nature of the place and the people here, even mobile phones cannot be brought in.

Not even relatives!
The only electronic product allowed here is the old man’s own mobile phone!

So Xia Yuan and Tang Ying were destined to be out of touch for the next two days.

On the spot, Xia Yuan started playing chess with the old man.

However, I didn't know what was going on and was shocked.

Xia Yuan soon began to sweat profusely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This, this, this! !
Not long after, the old man frowned and said unhappily, "My little duck, don't let me win! Seriously! Don't let me win! Oh!"

"Grandpa, I didn't give in!" Xia Yuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

No, old man, how can I let you do this?

In just a short while, Xia Yuan felt as if he was facing thousands of troops, as if he was really fighting on the battlefield.

He should obviously be the one with the advantage in the game. This endgame is in his favor. The old man is in a desperate situation.

But within just a few moves, Xia Yuan was pinned to the ground and beaten, without any chance of fighting back!
How could this be called playing chess? At that moment, Xia Yuan felt like he was really facing an army of thousands.

How can this be played? It's simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

"No, no, no! Come again!"

Next, Xia Yuan spent the entire afternoon playing chess with the old man.

By the evening, he was already feeling a little dizzy.

However, the old man was still standing by: "You little kids all like to give up the game. What's so difficult about playing chess? Really, eat! Watch TV!"

What else could Xia Yuan say?

He can only smile along!

We went all the way to the large living room in the sanatorium, where the food had already been laid out.

Compared with the New Year's Eve dinner at my senior's house, this meal was obviously much simpler, with only four dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, all of which were very ordinary home-cooked dishes.

"I don't have anything delicious, so give them all to me, Eve, and you eat them by yourself!" said the old man cheerfully.

"No, old man, this is already very good." Xia Yuan shook his head quickly.

However, after picking up a piece of braised pork, Xia Yuan was conquered by the taste, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"Hahaha, comfortable, right? It's okay as long as it's comfortable. Come, watch TV! In my house, there is no such thing as not talking while eating or sleeping! It's different from that idiot Tang Yanqing's house! There are so many rules! You see, our Yingwa has lost her appetite! But in my house, Yingwa is the most important, and God is second! Eat!"

The old man's laughter was unusually hearty. He simply pressed the remote control and turned on the TV.

Coincidentally, the TV was showing the drama "Drawing Sword" and it had been tuned to Qilu TV a long time ago.

However, Xia Yuan, who was accompanying the old man, did not know that at the same time, thousands of households were also looking forward to turning on the TV.

They also don't know that they are watching the same TV show as a character from history books.

For example, Wei Junjie is one of them.

At this moment, in an ordinary residential apartment in Bincheng City, Liaodong Province, Wei Junjie had just snatched the remote control from his sister and parents.

"Oh, don't watch them. Why watch Happy Camp and the rubbish Songs of Mortals? Look at what I shot! The Sword! I tell you, I had a lot of scenes in it! After a month, I was supposed to play an Eighth Route Army soldier. At that time, Director Xia told me that I would only play a male guest in the Eighth Route Army. But later on, I was impressed by my talent! Not only did I play a little Japanese soldier, I also had lines!"

My sister was a little impatient: "What kind of acting skills do you have? Don't make me laugh, okay? You're still watching anti-Japanese war dramas, so boring, just be an extra."

However, the protest was ineffective and the TV still switched to Qilu TV.

At this moment, the first episode of the show was playing on TV.

"July 1937, 7."

Along with the narration, there is also a yellowed picture.

The picture is extremely blurry and even has a lot of noise.

"That's it? So blurry? Was it taken from a landline?" My sister frowned.

(End of this chapter)