刚开始在贵卫有一截沒一截看，越看越好看。索性等卫视放好重新央视网看，特别喜欢张铎，演的真好。不过所有人都演的好。特别要??编剧，奶奶的这个台词怎么写的，水平不是一般高。所以一部剧灵魂是编剧真不为过。绝对五星，有喜有悲，随剧而动。女主不错啊，确实如评论里说的，和所长的爱情高贵和美好。怎么评论一定要150字，到了吗？到了吗，好不容易评一片，太难了，我容易吗！

还原度超高，甚至比小说更细腻。男女主情感表达真实细腻，镜头运用新颖。前期滤镜有问题也及时调整，配角故事完整，演员贴脸。男主王安宇一看就有做好戏前准备，体育竞技表演部分十分到位，在现在这个速食剧时代，十分难能可贵。女主准确的演出了又飒爽又善良又呆萌的特点，是这几年不多见的干净利落的表演。两人的搭配自然自在，年轻男孩一往无前的直球加飒爽女生的慢慢陷落，演起来自然又自在，毫无雕琢痕迹，CP感无敌。良心剧，值得N刷推荐

看了网上不少的解析，想说一下我对剧情的理解。

从剧中的大环境来说，两个敌对国家：宋朝和吐蕃，两国的情报机构；宋朝的是青帮，吐蕃的是波旬，两国交战的重点是长汀镇，也是两家情报机构争斗的地方。剧情的大方向：吐蕃利用鬼怪之说惑乱宋朝军队的军心，然后突破长汀镇，侵占宋朝，宋慈在吐蕃大军到来之前才破解迷案，作为青帮首领的女主单骑面对吐蕃大军。结局：宋朝赢了，女主回来了？？？（什么情况？咋就赢了？女主和宋慈还去了临安，长汀的青帮不管了？这种情况难道是宋朝大胜，暂时不用太在意长汀了？）

疑点1：宋慈喝了几名死者的毒血，为什么没死？

疑点2：罗二为什么没给他的妻子解毒？

疑点3：罗二三年都没动手，反而在找到了解药金鳞草的时候，送舒童去死？

疑点4：小商人彭咸之为什么能霸占青帮的舒童？

关于疑点1和疑点2。照罗二信中的说法，他配置出了解药，但是没解舒童的毒，而且他“不想解释”，但是舒童的毒是已经解了的状态，为什么这么说呢？因为宋慈喝过几名死者的血，但是他没死，而且发现了金鳞草，宋慈以为金鳞草的作用是将迷魂散变成香薰，其实它的作用是解药（证据是罗二发现金鳞草对解迷魂散的毒有奇效），那么舒童的毒是谁解的呢？应该是青帮，或者说是丹青，凝香馆用的香薰就是用金鳞草制作的，青帮早就有迷魂草的解药！！！想想也是正常的，两个敌对的情报机构，青帮为了对付波旬的迷魂散，早就研制了解药。青帮解了舒童的毒，然后清醒的舒童在婚礼上瞎掰了那些诅咒，然后自尽，使得鬼怪之说兴起，惑乱青帮效忠的宋朝的军心？说不通啊！可是换个思路想一想，如果这是青帮的一个局呢？这也就能解释电影结局宋军的胜利。

青帮在得知吐蕃和知县想通过鬼怪之说惑乱宋朝军心，将计就计，逼迫脱逃的舒童和罗二投靠知县，献出“诅咒杀人”这个计谋，引吐蕃大军过来，布下陷阱，一网打尽。计谋中舒童是必须死的，这是对脱逃者的惩罚，而罗二可以活（罗二在知县身边十年，对其倒卖军用物资的行为虽然看不惯，但是还是视而不见）。罗二在计谋里面夹带了私货，即彭咸之和赵有发这两个仇人的死。在婚礼上，彭咸之暴起杀人，他是清醒的，因为他是波旬教徒（有迷魂散，之前给舒童下吃过），是自愿执行计划的。彭咸之死后，鬼怪之说彻底兴起，计谋成功，罗二假死脱身。之后，罗二鼓动知县去杀女主丹青（波旬去杀巡抚了。这时候明面上吐蕃的计划已经成功了，杀丹青不是很必要，罗二的理由可能是让玉玲这个叛徒二把手尽快掌管青帮），这个逼死舒童的凶手，女主因此瞎了一只眼睛，反而应验了诅咒中的话，因果循环（剧中可能为了强化老鲁的那个因果）。罗二良心未泯，心中还有宋朝，没有将青帮的计划告诉吐蕃，吐蕃大军最终大败。

综上所述，关于疑点3，罗二的复仇对象有赵有发、彭咸之、丹青、巡抚、知县、青帮、波训教，举世皆敌。

关于疑点4。青帮的凝香馆是情报机构，舒童是情报人员，跟罗二有染，还怀了孕，想要脱离，青帮不肯放她，反而顺水推舟把她给了彭咸之，让她打入波旬内部（有金鳞草，也不怕被迷魂散控制），但是罗二把她带走了，破坏了青帮的计划，因此青帮派人追杀舒童。

以上仅属于个人见解。

（片中和片尾念到的Charles Bukowski诗作，觉得非常美。找出来分享。）

Either peace or happiness,let it enfold you

when I was a young manI felt these things weredumb, unsophisticated.I had bad blood, a twistedmind, a precariousupbringing.

I was hard as granite, Ileered at thesun.I trusted no man andespecially nowoman.

I was living a hell insmall rooms, I brokethings, smashed things,walked through glass,cursed.I challenged everything,was continually beingevicted, jailed, in andout of fights, in and outof my mind.women were somethingto screw and railat, I had no malefriends,

I changed jobs andcities, I hated holidays,babies, history,newspapers, museums,grandmothers,marriage, movies,spiders, garbagemen,english accents,spain,france,italy,walnuts andthe colororange.algebra angered me,opera sickened me,charlie chaplin was afakeand flowers were forpansies.

peace and happiness to mewere signs ofinferiority,tenants of the weakandaddledmind.

but as I went on withmy alley fights,my suicidal years,my passage throughany number ofwomen-it graduallybegan to occur tomethat I wasn't different

from theothers, I was the same,

they were all fulsomewith hatred,glossed over with pettygrievances,the men I fought inalleys had hearts of stone.everybody was nudging,inching, cheating forsome insignificantadvantage,the lie was theweapon and theplot wasempty,darkness was thedictator.

cautiously, I allowedmyself to feel goodat times.I found moments ofpeace in cheaproomsjust staring at theknobs of somedresseror listening to therain in thedark.the less I neededthe better Ifelt.

maybe the other life had worn medown.I no longer foundglamourin topping somebodyin conversation.or in mounting thebody of some poordrunken femalewhose life hadslipped away intosorrow.

I could never acceptlife as it was,i could never gobbledown all itspoisonsbut there were parts,tenuous magic partsopen for theasking.

I re formulatedI don't know when,date, time, allthatbut the changeoccurred.something in merelaxed, smoothedout.i no longer had toprove that I was aman,

I didn't have to proveanything.

I began to see things:coffee cups lined upbehind a counter in acafe.or a dog walking alonga sidewalk.or the way the mouseon my dresser topstopped therewith its body,its ears,its nose,it was fixed,a bit of lifecaught within itselfand its eyes lookedat meand they werebeautiful.then- it wasgone.

I began to feel good,I began to feel goodin the worst situationsand there were plentyof those.like say, the bossbehind his desk,he is going to haveto fire me.

I've missed too manydays.he is dressed in asuit, necktie, glasses,he says, 'I am goingto have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tellhim.

He must do what hemust do, he has awife, a house, children,expenses, most probablya girlfriend.

I am sorry for himhe is caught.

I walk onto the blazingsunshine.the whole day isminetemporarily,anyhow.

(the whole world is at thethroat of the world,everybody feels angry,short-changed, cheated,everybody is despondent,disillusioned)

I welcomed shots ofpeace, tattered shards ofhappiness.

I embraced that stufflike the hottest number,like high heels, breasts,singing,theworks.

(don't get me wrong,there is such a thing as cockeyed optimismthat overlooks allbasic problems just forthe sake ofitself-this is a shield and asickness.)

The knife got near mythroat again,I almost turned on thegasagainbut when the goodmoments arrivedagainI didn't fight them offlike an alleyadversary.I let them take me,I luxuriated in them,I made them welcomehome.I even looked intothe mirroronce having thoughtmyself to beugly,I now liked whatI saw, almosthandsome, yes,a bit ripped andragged,scares, lumps,odd turns,but all in all,not too bad,almost handsome,better at least thansome of those moviestar faceslike the cheeks ofa baby'sbutt.

and finally I discoveredreal feelings ofothers,unheralded,like lately,like this morning,as I was leaving,for the track,i saw my wife in bed,just theshape ofher head there(not forgettingcenturies of the livingand the dead andthe dying,the pyramids,Mozart deadbut his music stillthere in theroom, weeds growing,the earth turning,the tote board waiting forme)I saw the shape of mywife's head,she so still,I ached for her life,just being thereunder thecovers.

I kissed her in theforehead,got down the stairway,got outside,got into my marvelouscar,fixed the seatbelt,backed out thedrive.feeling warm tothe fingertips,down to myfoot on the gaspedal,I entered the worldoncemore,drove down thehillpast the housesfull and emptyofpeople,I saw the mailman,honked,he wavedbackat me.