Accompanied by the jingling bicycles passing through the alleys, and the children returning from school.

The whole city's downtown fireworks were rising at this moment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Shan couldn't help but think of that scene.

There, there is the same human fireworks.

Shikumen, alleys, old roads, rickshaws, cheongsam shops, newspapers...

Women in old Shanghai, dressed in elegant cheongsam, sat on a small wooden stool, gently swaying cattail fans, swatting away mosquitoes and flies... and taking a look at the wind.

Thinking of this, Jiangshan's rambling pace gradually accelerated.

Rushed straight home.

In order not to let the sudden inspiration dissipate, and to enter the world of home, I opened the picture book without saying a word.

The sun sets in the west and the night rises.

Jiang Shan, who had been immersed in painting, did not realize that the two brothers behind him were holding his drawings on the left and right.

Although there are many drawings, they are simple and easy to understand.

Various dance postures are difficult to dance, but very simple to draw.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Jiang Hai thought of the pile of choreography plans for "Up the Spring Mountain".

"Are you going to have a line dance again?"

Jiang Hai held the drawing between his arms and lit a cigarette for Lao San: "Have you met those two lesbians?"

"I didn't see anyone,"

Jiang Shan, who had been holding the pen all the time, didn't even want to raise his head: "They are not in the troupe."

"Then what are you drawing?"

"I'll draw it first," Jiang Shan said, "When I see them, I'll show it to them directly.

If the other party is dissatisfied, you can quickly find someone else to avoid delaying them."

"Why do I feel so awkward when I say this?"

Jiang Hai frowned and looked at the painting: "But what exactly is this painting of yours? Why didn't I see what kind of dance it was?"

"How many types of dance have you seen in total?"

At this moment, Jiang He spoke: "It's not surprising that I didn't see it."

"It's true that I haven't seen many dances," Jiang Hai emphasized, "but I have seen them for many years, but I have never seen this dance in cheongsam."

Jiang He recalled it carefully: "I haven't seen it either."

"I designed this dance,"

Jiang Shan decided to take a break first: "It's actually a true portrayal of women in old Shanghai."

"Tell me more details."

"When it comes to old Shanghai women wearing cheongsam, the first thing that comes to mind is the Shili Foreign Market and the Paramount dancers."

"Me too."

"Actually, if we look carefully in the alleys of old Shanghai," Jiang Shan did not discover another kind of beauty, "we will also see a kind of elegance, simplicity, and enduring beauty."

"You mean," Jiang He thought for a moment, "working people are the most beautiful people?"

"Well," Jiang Shan nodded heavily, how dare he say otherwise: "In my eyes, this kind of beauty that is just like fireworks in the world is the most graceful beauty."

"Art comes from life," Jiang Hai looked at the graceful dance of the cattail leaf fan on the painting: "I seem to understand a little bit."

The most important thing is that there are many "cheongsam" hidden among the streets and alleys of old Shanghai, ready to sacrifice themselves at any time.

"Brother," Jiang Shan suddenly wanted to write a report: "I remember that Sun Daolin once starred in a movie that described the plot of a spy war..."

""The Eternal Wave"?"

"That's right, it's the radio wave that never fades away," Jiang Shan said: "Do you know who the character prototype of this movie is?"

"Let me think about it carefully," Jiang Hai really did some research: "I remember it seems... by the way, it's a comrade named Li Bai."

"Yes, that's him," Jiang Shan said:

"In order to protect Li Bai who was sending telegrams at home, Comrade Li Bai's lover sat in the alley every day, setting up the stove and picking vegetables..."

After saying that, Jiang Shan also made several poses, and the next second, Jiang Hai also made one: "You have to keep your legs together when wearing a cheongsam, eh... that's it."

…

On the night of May 27, 2024, the Oriental Pearl Tower on the bank of the Huangpu River opened at 19:49 and 20:24.

The red light flashed and sent two sets of Morse code "I love you" and "forever" respectively.

This unique and creative "confession" is not only a "red love letter" to the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Shanghai, but also a linkage with a movie.

In 1958, a movie "The Wave That Never Dies" adapted from real events was born.

At the suggestion of Comrade Kenong, Bayi Film Studio took the martyr Li Bai, who died on the eve of the liberation of Shanghai, as the prototype.

A spy movie was filmed, telling the story of comrades on the hidden front in Shanghai who still risked their lives to send telegrams even though they knew they had been exposed.

Like countless revolutionary couples, Li Bai and his wife lurked in old Shanghai for 12 years.

His real experience is exactly the same as the TV series "Insidious".

After the organization arranged it, when Li Bai met his "wife" for the first time, he also said the same thing: You think I am a useless scholar, I think you are simple and rude.

But not only can they not turn off the lights, they must also join hands to succeed.

Later, when they lived in the same room, they not only shared the same bed and the other one was under the bed, but also kept arguing at the top of their lungs.

As time went by, this pair of partners, who worked together more and more tacitly, actually fell in love with each other just like Zecheng and Cuiping, and submitted a marriage application to the organization.

With the successive victories in the three major battles, Li Bai and his wife, after 12 years of hardships, knew that victory was not far away from them.

At this moment, Li Bai suddenly obtained an extremely important piece of military intelligence: the Kuomintang army's Yangtze River defense map.

Long ago, the latest interrogation system from the United States introduced by the military commander had already locked the general range of Li Bai's mysterious radio station.

As long as Li Bai sends another telegram, the military commanders stationed around him can immediately close the net and arrest people.

Although this critical situation had been informed by his own people, Li Bai, who had always followed "Radio is more important than life, and any report must be sent!" still chose to send the information without hesitation.

In the early morning of December 30, 1948.

After quickly arranging the transfer of his wife and children, Li Bai sent the last telegram in his life while surrounded by enemies.

That night, Su Caiqing, a 16-year-old telegraph operator who was far away in Xibaipo receiving telegrams, clearly felt that Li Bai was different from the usual speed of sending telegrams.

When the iconic telegram of "END" was delivered, Su Caiqing, who thought the report was over, continued to hear a series of telegrams that she would never forget:

Farewell, comrades!

Four months later, the People's Liberation Army won a complete victory in the Battle of Crossing the River.

…

In 2019, a dance drama of the same name that paid tribute to the movie "The Wave That Never Dies" became a god as soon as it was released.

In 2020, a dance excerpt "Yu Guang Song" from the dance drama "The Waves That Eternally Die" was performed on the Spring Festival Gala.

Now, this dance of more than 5 minutes has been locked by the country.

Not only that, Jiangshan also came up with a two-way plan that made the hero recalled and the dancers victorious.

…

After a busy night, Comrade Jiang Shan skipped work again.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Shan rushed to the public toilet with a pile of white magnolia in his arms.

Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi from Pujiang Dance Theater walked into the gate of No. 51 Courtyard with the address.

"Excuse me, does Comrade Jiangshan live here?"

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