"Xiaoyun!" Feng Qingxue reached out to grab Lu Jiang's arm, "Ajiang, isn't that Xiaoyun? Isn't it?"
The scene changed, and on the big screen appeared a ragged but stunningly beautiful wide-eyed young girl. Who could it be if not Feng Qingyun? She vividly portrayed Shanzha, a country girl who harvested pigweed in the mountains, did household chores, and endured the pain of gender discrimination.
Lu Jiang looked carefully and nodded, "It really is Xiaoyun. When did she get into movies? I haven't heard anything about it."
Lu Jiang hadn't heard about it, and Feng Qingxue had never heard her sister mention this either.
Feng Qingyun's face resembled her sister's, both small and plump. It was not the trendy v-shaped face that would be popular decades later, but a round, full oval-shaped traditional beauty's face, unexpectedly suited for the big screen.
