Chapter 3 Chapter One

Yoshiko Hideyama felt that the Chinese students around her were very extraordinary, and some extraordinary stories could always happen among them.Just like she can always read an extraordinary China in those poetry collections.After another period of study, Ouyang Langyun finally graduated.But after graduation, he, like all those Chinese students studying abroad, came and went in a hurry and disappeared without a trace.Based on guesswork, Yoshiko Hideyama concluded that they all went back to China.Moreover, most of them will use the weapons taught by their father to go on adventures, and most of them will also die in the adventure.Just think about their contagious laughter, think about those young and enthusiastic faces, which will soon disappear forever like shooting stars, sinking forever in the cold and boundless darkness, Xiushan Fangzi often feels heart-wrenching sadness Weeping secretly.The young Fangzi couldn't understand the romantic and beautiful China in that collection of poems, why did it swallow up so many young lives?With so many lives disappearing like morning dew, what kind of flowers are they going to nourish in that ancient place?So many sacrifices are as easy as moths to a flame, what precious things are they going to exchange for?Since the separation, Ouyang Langyun's frail and delicate figure and melancholy black eyes often appeared in Xiushan Fangzi's heart.She also often thinks: a person does not want wealth, does not want marriage, stays away from family and relatives, what exactly does he want?Does he have to turn himself into a poem?In this heart-wrenching sadness, Ouyang Langyun gradually became a riddle that Fangzi thought about day and night.But Fangzi knew that she would never see this person again in this life.She even thought that maybe it would be better for her father not to run this "cram school". In that way, many precious lives would be left in this world, and these lives would have children, like all people, and be happy, angry, sad and happy; People are as moved by flowers and dusk.Yoshiko Hideyama felt even more saddened by her hopeless emotion.She kept reminding herself that such passing encounters would be fruitless, disappearing as easily as dew on a blade of grass.Three months will disappear, and six months will still disappear.The person who comes and goes in a hurry and the wind blows away may not even know his hopeless longing.More likely, my thoughts will one day be blown away.Xiushan Fangzi tried her best to wake herself up, but her sober heart became more and more empty and lonely day by day, like a wilderness where autumn leaves have fallen and dead branches stand.

Just when Yoshiko Hideyama thought he would never see Ouyang Langyun again, Hideyama Jiro suddenly received a letter. Mr. Liu Lanting from Tokyo Imperial University said in the letter that he hoped to hire Ouyang Langyun through the introduction of a good friend of his. The Xiushan siblings went to China to teach as teachers in his private school.The salaries promised to be paid were astonishingly high.And hope to see you soon.This unexpected letter made the brother and sister excited for a long time and could not calm down.In addition to the generous remuneration, they finally have the opportunity to go to China now, and finally have the opportunity to go into their respective imaginations to see what happened.After obtaining his father's consent, Mr. Liu came to his home to submit the letter of appointment in person.In addition to teaching Japanese, Jiro taught mathematics and physical education, and Yoshiko taught music.Afterwards, the brother and sister began to deal with all the details and things that could be thought of.After receiving the first month's salary in advance, Jiro Hideyama, who was obsessed with photography, immediately went to buy a Zeiss camera made in Germany.He excitedly announced to his sister that he must take his own eyes to see "China".Mr. Liu Lanting said that Yincheng is far away, on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, it is a city rich in well salt.Mr. Liu also said that the Yangtze River is the great river that has been written by countless Chinese poets throughout the ages.It's a pity that they don't have a detailed map of China. For the time being, the Xiushan brothers and sisters can only feel the remoteness and mystery of Yincheng in their imaginations.

Xiushan Fangzi did not expect that when she and her brother came to Yokohama Pier and walked under the ship, Ouyang Langyun was wearing a snow-white suit, standing beside the gangway with a smile, holding a white sunshade in his hand He wore a hard hat, and the sea breeze lifted his short black hair, and the white seagulls flew past him lightly against the side of the ship, leaving their calls far behind their wings.Not seeing each other for half a year, Ouyang Langyun seems to be a different person, his dark eyes of melancholy before are now full of calm and confidence. Liu Lanting introduced with a smile: "This is my good friend, Mr. Takano Tozo, who just graduated from Waseda University. He is a teacher of physics and chemistry. It is you two brothers and sisters who he recommended to me."

The four of them laughed knowingly at the same time.When Yoshiko Hideyama lowered her head gently and bowed, her eyes were filled with tears of surprise.Hideyama Jiro smiled with satisfaction and whispered to his sister: "I like to take an adventure in China!" After boarding the boat, Liu Lanting solemnly declared to the Xiushan brothers and sisters: "I invite you to Yincheng because I really want to build a new school. I want to create an educational cause in my hometown. You two are just teachers. .Because we can't hide from you the other things we have to do, so we decided to invite trusted friends to be colleagues. When you arrive in Yincheng, you are foreigners. I don't want to drag you into any trouble except teaching. All teaching You 'don't know' about other things, and you don't need to know. This is what I promised Mr. Masao Hideyama. What's more, Mr. Hideyama and you two have already given us a lot of help. We can't hurt our friends anymore So, please be sure to abide by this principle."

When the Xiushan brothers and sisters nodded in agreement, they couldn't hide the novelty and excitement on their faces.Before the trip to China started, it was full of unexpected secrets and attractions. The whistle bid farewell to the land, the ship sailed out of the port, and the hometown slowly became a faint shadow on the sea horizon.Gradually, even the shadow disappeared.Only those seagulls are still stubbornly following the stern, turning the sadness of parting into a reluctant wandering between the boundless sea and sky. There is no record of these seagulls, and no record of a girl's tender eyes.In her eyes is an invisible hometown in the distance, and beside her is a lover who fell from the sky.If his father hadn't taught him how to use bombs and pistols, this Chinese who grew up in Hanoi would never have changed his name and surname, and would definitely use his own original name. His ancient poem - Ouyang Langyun.

When they walked out of the teahouse, Ouyang Langyun and Xiushan Jiro suddenly saw the two beheaded corpses.Jiro Hideyama felt eager and excited to take pictures.He knew it was a rare opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime occasion.Unfortunately, the camera is not at hand.And now he has to escort his companion back to school.He anxiously pulled Ouyang Langyun's arm and walked out.The crowd of onlookers was like a wall, standing far away on the street.Seeing the two Japanese come out, the soldiers shouted at the crowd.Amidst the scolding, the human wall squirmed a few times.Some scrambling faces were inserted into the gap again.Just after the execution, the blood sprayed on the street was still bright red.An execution soldier was straightening a human head with a waist knife in his hand, but after flicking it a few times, the head rolled further and further away.The soldier scolded impatiently: "Guild son, why are you so arrogant after losing your head?"

While cursing, he stretched out his hand to lift the braid, pulled the disobedient head in front of him, and threw it heavily on the street.This time, he succeeded, and he placed the head squarely in the middle of the street, as if a human head grew out of the stone-paved road.The soldier smiled with satisfaction, and wiped the blood-stained waist knife back and forth on the corpse's clothes.Ouyang Langyun stopped suddenly, and Hideyama Jiro pulled him tightly from the side.But Ouyang Langyun still broke out, he pointed at the soldier tremblingly and cursed, but he stopped immediately, he still couldn't hear his own voice, he could see from the bewildered faces of the soldiers that what he shouted was in Japanese.While continuing to pull his companion outside, Hideyama Jiro reluctantly translated for him: "You can't treat the dead like this, you must respect the dead."

The soldiers all knew that these two were foreign gentlemen from the education school. They were at a loss and laughed indifferently: "The heads have been chopped off, how can you respect the law?" "Mr. Yang, the officer wanted us to chop off his head, but didn't ask us to respect him." Ouyang Langyun yelled again, but Hideyama Jiro still tried to dissuade him while pulling his companions out.The two had been speaking in Japanese, and no one knew what they were talking about.The soldiers in Yincheng looked at the two Orientals inexplicably, not understanding why they were so angry about the dead, and why they were arguing with these things that had nothing to do with them.Mr. Nie respected you by letting you two foreigners walk. Does it mean that you should be respected if you kill Mr. Zhifu?Although the soldiers could not understand Japanese, they knew what they should do for the foreigners now.The soldiers yelled at the crowd again: "Get out of the way! Squeeze, what are you squeezing? You son of a bitch! Squeeze to the front to chop off your head?"

Hearing the scolding, the human wall in the distance twittered and squirmed again, and many heads scrambled again.An excited and frightened smile appeared on Mu Ran's face.Suddenly someone yelled at Hideyama Jiro: "Mr. Yang, why don't you pick up the machine? It's not every day that you see your head chopped off!" Hideyama Jiro didn't stop, but turned his head contemptuously. After passing through the crowd, Ouyang Langyun finally couldn't hold back the hot tears that poured down his face.He didn't wipe it, just walked on the street with tears streaming down his face, attracting passers-by to look at him in surprise.Hideyama Jiro reminded him eagerly: "Yingye-kun, now is not the time for you to cry. You are doing bad things if you are not calm! Can you hear me now?" Ouyang Langyun shook his head and nodded again, but Tears still flow.

"Takano-kun, I reminded you to pay attention to calculating the explosive power." Ouyang Langyun said to himself in tears: "I didn't expect so many people to die. I didn't expect them to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I should go back and surrender. I don't want others to die for me." Hideyama Jiro looked at him angrily, "As I said, this is just a calculation error. You have no other mistakes. Isn't what you are going to do successful? Isn't the prefect already killed? How can you A small loss is a big deal? Do you think that doing this kind of thing is as leisurely as inviting me to drink tea? If you surrender yourself, what is the point other than to die in vain? Takano-kun, you are a highly educated person in Japan, You are not the same as those Chinese people with pigtails! My father taught you how to make bombs and use bombs, but did not teach you to turn yourself in! What you need to use now is your mind, not your emotions!"

Ouyang Langyun understood Hideyama Jiro's eager expression, and even understood the contempt wrapped in eagerness and anger.He still couldn't hear anything, and he felt that this strange world without sound seemed to be far away from him suddenly.He still couldn't stop his tears, and he suddenly turned his face to stare at his companion: "Mr. Xiushan, you don't understand, you don't understand at all! The ones who were beheaded were my compatriots, not yours! I Like them, they are the Chinese people you mentioned!" Hearing what he said, Hideyama Jiro was immediately speechless. Before the action, they had a gentleman's agreement that Hideyama Jiro could not directly participate in the action, but could only take pictures afterwards and be a bystander.But the two impulsive young people didn't realize until now that this matter was far beyond their original imagination.After receiving the news that the magistrate of Tongjiang had come to Yincheng, Ouyang Langyun made up his mind to assassinate him, and decided that doing so was his only mission.Ouyang Langyun had no time to wait for the order from the commander-in-chief of the riot.He didn't want to miss this best opportunity to assassinate the prefect to avenge his classmates.In the riot of the Revolutionary Party in the provincial capital, three of Ouyang Langyun's classmates were killed.They are all classmates that Ouyang Langyun met in Xiushan Production.After the failure of the riot in the provincial capital, Ouyang Langyun spent almost every day waiting for revenge.In order to ensure that his assassination can be carried out, Ouyang Langyun strictly kept the secret, and even deceived Liu Lanting, the principal of Yuren School.Ouyang Langyun made the worst plan, if the matter is revealed, then he will die alone, and he will bear everything alone.In this tragic plan, Ouyang Langyun had imagined countless details and accidents. The only unexpected accident was that he could not bear such a cruel explosion at all. Just before the explosion happened, in the private room on the second floor of Huixian Tea House, the bisque porcelain was served quietly and the tea was refreshing. The two ambitious young people were still immersed in their respective ambitions.The dignified rosewood tables and chairs, the elegant blue and white porcelain tea set, and Tao Yuanming's lofty poems hanging on the wall set off their simple and romantic determination.Amidst the chatter and laughter, they unswervingly waited for the death of the magistrate.Now they had such a quaint and ingenious bunker with such an appropriate bombing opportunity.Everything seems to be God's will.When the gong sounded from the magistrate's opening, they smiled at each other and opened the window facing the street.The bustling and bustling city sounds of Yincheng came in from the window immediately.Looking out from the window, the signboards and plaques of the shops on both sides of the street are scattered here and there.Pedestrians come and go between the shops.A group of porters carrying salt walked across the street in a hurry. Amid the yelling for people to make way, from time to time someone grabbed the skirt of their clothes and wiped the sweat from their faces.The cries of vendors on both sides of the street were chaotic and mixed.The burden of carrying firewood and delivering vegetables detours through various stalls and the smell of Xiao Long Beef.Squeaky wheelbarrows float and glide through the crowd like boats.A few geese stretched out their long snow-white necks from the bamboo baskets, and joined in the cries non-stop.A yellow ox cart delivering water wandered leisurely into the market, leaving a line of calm and leisurely watermarks on the bustling streets.The jade spring mountain, which is emerald in layers, is inlaid far above the city wall with tiled roof.There are a few wisps of cooking smoke scattered far and near on the tiled roofs, spreading the smoke of cow dung cakes to the deepest corners of the streets.No one would think that this picture, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, will soon be altered beyond recognition by a young man. In a blink of an eye, the sound of the gong clearing the way for the magistrate emptied the bustling streets.When Ouyang Langyun took out a teapot from his purse when he saw the team lined with swords and guns appearing on the street, he couldn't help laughing in satisfaction at his ingenious design.In the physical chemistry laboratory of Yuren School, Ouyang Langyun secretly completed his own design, putting a whole kilogram of super strong yellow explosive into this beautiful copper teapot.At the beginning, Hideyama Jiro reminded Ouyang Langyun: Calculate the explosive power of one kilogram of dynamite, unless there is a solid bunker, otherwise, the hand-throwing bomb designed in this way does not consider the life safety of the thrower at all, it is simply a suicide bomb .For this reminder, Ouyang Langyun laughed, he had already disregarded life and death, and was determined to succeed in one fell swoop. Seeing the magistrate's sedan chair gradually approaching the foot of the teahouse, all the blood seemed to be sucked out suddenly, Ouyang Langyun felt dizzy and almost suffocated amidst the frantic heartbeat.He took a deep breath, told Hideyama Jiro to hide under the table, and then lit the fuze with the cigarette butt in his hand.Like a deadly fire snake, the fire twig slithered into the teapot's spout in the blink of an eye, and he lifted the teapot up with both hands.The magistrate's team lined with swords and guns was passing through the street downstairs, and the big green wool sedan chair carried by four people, with the curtains drawn down, surrounded them prominently among the swords and guns.Ouyang Langyun leaned against the side of the window facing the street, silently thinking about the time when the fuze would burn, five, four, three, two...throw it!Ouyang Langyun watched the bomb he made smash into the car curtain, and at the same time he turned and hid behind the wall and lay down, the earth-shattering explosion sprayed many rubble, dust and fragments of unknown objects from the outside of the window. In the shaking of the body, the shock wave wiped away all the tea sets on the table, and with the sharp and crisp sound, the pieces of blue and white porcelain lethally splashed back and forth between the walls with hissing wind.Ouyang Langyun clearly felt that he also flew into the sky with the sound of the explosion, and then he felt something hit his back and the back of his hand protecting his head.After a pause of a few seconds, Ouyang Langyun and Xiushan Jiro jumped on the window almost at the same time.The sedan chairs were gone, and so was the magistrate. Amid the strong smell of gunpowder smoke, only their fragments were scattered on the street.The team lined with swords and guns fell in disorder on the blood-stained road like a farmland blown by a storm.At the foot of the wall across the street, Ouyang Langyun saw a leg and some bloody things.Shouts, cries, moving bodies, frantic running, burst out from a brief pause.This street, which has been crowded with shops and merchants for thousands of years, has turned into a living hell full of flesh and blood and crying in the blink of an eye.Ouyang Langyun temporarily lost his hearing because he was too close to the strong explosion just now. In a silent blank, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. They were all running grotesquely in the dead silence, and the panicked limbs were tearing apart and crowded silently.He could hardly believe that the silent picture in front of him was real, he could hardly believe that all this was made by that ingenious teapot bomb.Before that, he only learned how to make bombs. He only listened to Mr. Hideyama Masao explaining the explosive power and lethality of bombs. His live-fire exercises in Hideyama Factory were just throwing bombs into the wilderness. He never thought of throwing bombs into the crowd. There is such a terrifying power.Ouyang Langyun felt as if he was thrown hard against a wall, that kind of violent impact was simply a spiritual sweep and plunder for him.When everything was unexpected, Ouyang Langyun couldn't tell whether he was deceived by his original imagination.The visual shock turned into a physical reaction in the blink of an eye. Before turning around, Ouyang Langyun vomited violently while leaning against the window.It's as if all the guts are about to squirt out of the mouth.In the almost suffocated vomiting, Ouyang Langyun's body stretched out of the window, and his lowered face fell to the wall.When he opened his eyes while struggling, he suddenly saw a piece of fried viscera sticking sticky to the wall in front of him. He couldn't tell whether it was a lung or a liver, but he felt a horrible smell of blood rushing towards his face. .His whole body rebounded like a broken bow, his arms fluttered and he screamed wildly.If it wasn't for Xiushan Jiro's tight embrace, Ouyang Langyun would almost fall from the window and fall downstairs.In the nauseating vomiting, hallucinations suddenly appeared in Ouyang Langyun's eyes.He seemed to have returned to his father's sugar rolling factory again, seeing the crushed sugar cane, turning over the crushed white bones and spitting them out of the machine continuously.He felt Hideyama Jiro slapping his face.When he was struggling to get rid of his companion's embrace, he saw Hideyama Jiro's mouth constantly opening and closing. It wasn't until this moment that Ouyang Langyun realized that he couldn't hear anything.He finally remembered that he was still so nervous before dropping the bomb that he forgot a step, that is, he didn't put the earplugs that protect his ears into his ears.On the contrary, Hideyama Jiro, who lay down under the tea table in advance according to his command, did not suffer any injuries.Ouyang Langyun pointed to the street and then to his ears, trying hard to laugh, but all the smiles appeared on his frighteningly white face.He originally thought that he would become a warrior who could see death as his home, and he thought that he would have the courage to go through fire and water like others.He thought that his determination to revenge would allow him to overcome everything.He thought that the ingenious bomb he made would prove everything for him.But he didn't expect that what was proved was that he was so timid and flustered.Ouyang Langyun failed to go downstairs and escape the scene immediately according to the pre-planned plan. When he was still panting in vomiting and fright, the heavy footsteps and shouts of soldiers could be heard in the open hall downstairs, full of murderous intent. The soldiers raised the curtain of the private room in the blink of an eye.Ouyang Langyun raised his apologetic eyes to his companion, and the miserable smile on his face soon turned into an unconcealable shame. Of course, Ouyang Langyun didn't expect that a heroic sacrifice that should have been without hesitation would change so quickly.He couldn't accept the absurdity of others dying for him in vain.He didn't even dare to face the two heads that rolled down on the street.After the bomb proved their cowardice, the two beheaded innocents proved their greed for life and fear of death with blood.When those two innocent people were dragged to death, this "righteous man" himself was able to hide in the crowd and barely survive.Ouyang Langyun felt that when he walked out from the open hall of the teahouse, he was simply a despicable deserter.Sir Nie who was sitting on the master chair had already seen through him.In the harmony, his majestic eyes did not miss any evidence at all.If it weren't for the cover of the identity of "Takano Tozo" as an oriental, the one whose head was beheaded in public on the street should be himself, and it should be the Chinese named Ouyang Langyun. In extreme confusion and panic, two young men walked out of the heavily guarded castle.After escaping from that hellish stone city, his vision suddenly became clear.Death and blood are left behind, and the world in front of me is serene and peaceful.Outside the north gate, under the high autumn sun, the calm and full Yinxi River seems to be still between the distant mountains and the trees.Occasionally, a few egrets floated up from the stillness, and then floated back to the stillness.In the distance, Tongling is surrounded by green trees and smoke, Shangguan Bridge spans across the green river, and the ferry boat at Tingyu Wharf is moored motionless in the frozen river.Facing this distant and silent tranquility, facing this scenery that he has seen countless times, Ouyang Langyun suddenly feels a world away.No one can understand better than him that in this life, he may never be able to return to the other side of the river. Time is running out.But the light is still very good now, the westward sun shines on the rows of cities from behind, illuminating this once-in-a-lifetime scene.After Hideyama Jiro sent Ouyang Langyun back to school to settle down, he immediately packed up all the camera equipment and returned to the old city.The luck of getting the opportunity and the eagerness to take pictures made him feel indescribably excited and stimulated. When the camera was set up in front of the teahouse, there was already a large group of people around.It was like this every time, every time Hideyama Jiro came to take pictures, he would be surrounded by these ignorant and curious eyes.It was as if a man had inadvertently walked into the herd.Zhang Sansheng, the janitor carrying the camera, scolded behind him like chasing flies, but such scolding never had any effect.The shading cloth cut off the excess light, and Hideyama Jiro clearly saw the scene he had seen just now through the lens: two human heads rolled down on the street, and two long pools of blood had been sunburned black.In the black blood, one human head was lying horizontally, and the other was erected, as if it was a face growing out of the stone pavement of the street.Soldiers stood around the head, and the four large golden plaques of "Huixian Tea House" were intact on the lintel.In the center of the street is the deep hole that was blown out, and the broken doors and windows of the teahouse revealed brand new stubble, and scattered debris scattered all over the street.The shop signboards lined up on both sides of the street mark a good depth from near to far.The distant view in the upper left corner is the elegant double-eaved corner of the Drum Tower flying up in the air.The west-slanting light flows and refracts in the unevenness of the scenery, illuminating all of them in light and shade.Great, everything stays in the shot perfectly.This perfect composition, in addition to opportunity, requires a unique and confident eye.This is how history is formed.History exists only because there are eyes to see it.Only with the eyes of Columbus can we have the New World of America, and only with the eyes of Magellan can we have the concept of the earth.Everything that is not seen by the eyes of civilization can never become history.This city called Yincheng should be lucky to have such a pair of eyes watching it.This city of China, which produces well salt, will be seen by more people because of the gaze of these eyes.Its well-sinking technology, its well salt and natural gas, and its strange well-sinking tools may finally become a part of history.Without this pair of watching eyes, everything about it now, just like it has been for thousands of years, will remain unknown forever... Hideyama Jiro's eyes stayed in the lens for a long time, savoring his own excitement and confidence.In the past two years, he has watched Yincheng countless times through the lens of this Chase brand camera, leaving the mountains, rivers and scenery of Yincheng and the vicissitudes of the world in the photos again and again.Unlike his sister, Hideyama Jiro did not do this because he likes China.He doesn't like "China" at all, and he doesn't have any feelings. He does this because no Japanese has gone so deep into the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and into the southwestern hinterland of "China" like him.Hideyama Jiro developed the photos in time in the special darkroom of the Yuren School, numbered all the photos very carefully, marked the time, and wrote a detailed description for each photo.For two years he has amassed a book on Silver City with photographs.Hideyama Jiro firmly believes that this photo album is not only useful to Japan, but those "Chinese people" with braids will one day thank themselves for the content left by this book. Hideyama Jiro poked his head out from under the blackout cloth and looked at his picture again. He found that the four soldiers with swords on their waists and shotguns in their hands had destroyed the picture.Like those onlookers, they are smiling at the camera, their white teeth gleaming in the sun.Hideyama Jiro waved his hands in disgust: "Don't laugh! You! This is so unreal! You!" But his Chinese language was very blunt, and the soldiers laughed even harder. Zhang Sansheng chimed in: "Military masters, military masters, help me! Help me!" Someone in the crowd shouted: "San Sheng, San Sheng, why don't you stand up and ask Mr. Yang to take care of you, you are afraid that Zhao will lose his soul, aren't the others afraid?" Zhang Sansheng's face darkened, "What nonsense are you talking about! How many times has Mr. Xiushan taken pictures of me? I'm still a good person, and I'm going to lose my soul photo if I scream?" He said so, but Zhang Sansheng knew that these people were teasing on purpose.They were not afraid of losing their souls, they were negotiating the price, they were waiting to see the photo in Mr. Xiushan's pocket, and they were planning to get the copper coins in the cloth bag. "Tell Mr. Yang, the help is not for nothing! We are not fools!" Zhang Sansheng smiled awkwardly at Jiro Xiushan, "Mr. Xiushan, I can't afford to tell you this. You insist on getting used to them. People in Yincheng are the best at calculating accounts... people are all cheap Bones...the more you get used to the bones, the cheaper they will be!" This is another scene that is often experienced.Hideyama Jiro has become accustomed to it.He waved his fingers indifferently, "Give them copper coins! Don't delay the light!" Zhang Sansheng took out the money bag from his pocket, and counted the copper coins to the soldiers one by one, five each.After giving the copper coins, Zhang Sansheng told the soldiers again and again: "Masters, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Mr. Xiushan needs to rely on the light of his mistress to take photos. Without a mistress, he can't take pictures of anything! Hurry up."