under the rose

Chapter 53 The Orphanage

"Did it fall into the toilet?" Egret muttered softly.

Fu Xingyun felt guilty and didn't answer her. The mask covered half of his face and his red lips, and the scarf around his neck went to Wen Shichuan's neck.The dark brown scarf was very big, covering Wen Shichuan's mouth and chin tightly. Neither of them ordered anything to drink, but sat by the water, leaning against the railing, their eyes met and moved away from time to time, like two tails touching each other from time to time. Kiss the fish.

After paying the bills for the ladies, they strolled back.

There is a camera in the hotel room, and it also has an infrared function. You can take pictures clearly even when the lights are turned off, and put all the corners and corners of the stars under the lens.When they went back, Tan Ziming was obediently sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his mobile phone.Wen Shichuan hid in the bathroom to wash up, Fu Xingyun thought about it, and then dedicatedly went about his business in front of the camera, and talked about what he saw today.

Tan Ziming stood up from the bed, grabbed two T-shirts from his suitcase, and said solemnly to the camera: "I want to change clothes, cover the camera."

As soon as Fu Xingyun finished speaking, he quickly covered the lenses of the two cameras with his clothes.

Tan Ziming said to Xingyun with his lips: "I'll slip away first, and I'll be back tomorrow morning."

Before Fu Xingyun had time to speak, he tiptoedly opened the door and went out. Sitting in the room, Fu Xingyun looked at the clothes covered by the camera, and always felt that it was not necessary to lift it or not.Wen Shichuan came out of the wash, and quickly saw that Fu Xingyun was even more embarrassed now, explaining whether he didn't explain or not.

If you don't explain it, it seems that he did it. The thoughts of "wanting to do something bad" are palpable, and it is embarrassing to explain.Fu Xingyun thought about it, decided not to say anything, and slipped into the bathroom to wash up.When he came out, the headlights in the room had been turned off, leaving only the reading light by the bedside. Wen Shichuan was sitting on the bedside, reading an unknown book.

They no longer have microphones on their bodies. Although the cameras can pick up sound, they can barely hear it at a low volume.

Fu Xingyun drew the curtains tightly, sat obediently on his bed, covered the quilt, and said to Wen Shichuan: "Go to bed early, and you have to get up early tomorrow."

Wen Shichuan replied, "Good night."

A peaceful conversation sounds very innocent, even more innocent than tofu mixed with shallots.

Fu Xingyun lay down and turned sideways to face the wall.After a while, the room went dark—Wen Shichuan turned off the light.Fu Xingyun heard a "rustling" sound coming from behind him, and then, he felt the bed sinking down, his back felt warm, and Wen Shichuan crawled into his bed.

"What are you doing?" Fu Xingyun asked angrily.

Wen Shichuan put his arms around his waist, wrapped him in his arms, covered his mouth lightly with his hands, and said, "Shh."

The kissing and stroking in the dark alley just now was obviously not satisfying. Fu Xingyun was afraid of getting angry again, so he stretched his hand behind him, gently pushed Wen Shichuan, and whispered, "Go back to your bed."

Wen Shichuan refused to let go, but instead held his wrist, pressed his hand in an indescribable place, rubbed his lips lingeringly on the back of Fu Xingyun's neck, and coaxed: "Hey, turn around."

Fu Xingyun's principle was just to stick to it, he turned around graciously, and the two faced each other in the dark.The quilt was rustling, and the two of them suppressed their voices, and they didn't dare to move too much, they only dared to move their hands slightly. The quilt covered all the panting sounds, which sounded particularly sensational.

After a while, Fu Xingyun's head got out of the quilt, panting, his face was covered with sweat.

"I'm going to wash my hands," he said.

After another round of tossing and tossing, I finally fell asleep with my arms around, and had a good night's sleep.

When Fu Xingyun woke up the next day, it was already dawn, Wen Shichuan had already woken up and was packing up, Tan Ziming also came back, the camera started working again, Fu Xingyun hurriedly got up.A lot of things happened last night, but in front of the camera, it seemed like nothing happened.

The staff communicated with them tactfully: "Teacher, our camera can't be covered up overnight, we have to take some shots at night, don't worry, we will cut out any inappropriate content."

Fu Xingyun was deeply sorry and said repeatedly that he would never do it again.

Except for him, the two "roommates" looked indifferent. Fu Xingyun, who had been doing "inappropriate content" all night, felt guilty alone. Holding his finger, Fu Xingyun quickly shook him off as if he was electrocuted.

This time, all of them got into the same car, and Yu Xiangwan was distributing snacks in the car, and the car was driving to the suburbs. Gradually, all the views outside the window were the open scenery, blue sky, white clouds and tall windmills, making people People are in a happy mood, but Fu Xingyun's mood is not happy.

Their destination was an orphanage on the outskirts of the city.

When he saw the itinerary, he mentally prepared himself.This is a very meaningful itinerary, and he also expected that the program group will more or less link this itinerary with his childhood experience, as for whether it is a selling point or a viewing point, he does not know.

But Fu Xingyun understands that the only way to truly let go is to face it, and he is ready for it.

The car stopped, and outside the window was a large expanse of green lawn with horses, which should be a place to raise horses. There were scattered orange tulips blooming on the side of the road, and the staff of the orphanage had already greeted them at the intersection.Before getting out of the car, Wen Shichuan was sensitive to his emotions, and shook his hand vigorously while everyone was not paying attention.

As if fully charged, Fu Xingyun got ready and calmly got out of the car.

The filming involved children. The program team and the staff told them a lot of rules and the content of the next three days of filming. The program "One Session, One Session" has no fixed theme. The starting point and the end point of the program are people, that is, the participating guests.They will be volunteers in this orphanage for the next three days.

The task is not easy. They work in groups of two and two, taking turns to participate in one day's operation of the orphanage during the three days. Since there are only five of them, one of them needs to work for two days, and the lottery is decided.Fortunately and unfortunately, Fu Xingyun won the draw. He put down the paper lottery he had drawn, feeling doubled in pressure, and exhaled cautiously.

Before starting work, they have to see the children.

In order not to put pressure on the children, only the necessary program staff are with them. Most of the children are still taking a nap. Three or five children are reading and playing in the activity room. Most of them are only seven or eight years old.The children were probably explained in advance, and they were not surprised by their arrival, but just looked at them curiously, and they tried to communicate with the children.

Communicating with children is the most direct, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand the language.

With sharp eyes, Fu Xingyun spotted a child who didn't fit in, hiding in a corner of the activity room.Brown curly short hair, white skin and green eyes, very cute, but with a stern face, he is building blocks, building them up and knocking them down with a "crash", and then building them up again and knocking them down again and again.

Fu Xingyun walked over gently and squatted beside him. Although his actions and expression remained unchanged, Fu Xingyun sensitively noticed that he flinched.Fu Xingyun raised his head in silence, and looked at the video camera carried by the photographer. The black lens looked like the eyes of an unknown monster.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, as the fairest and most beautiful child in the orphanage, he would always be the representative of receiving gifts from well-meaning people, holding those gifts with adults he didn’t know, and showing gratitude in front of the camera Laugh endlessly.He hated the camera so much at that time, every shot seemed to be a monster waiting to eat away his happiness.

Fu Xingyun stood up, communicated with the photographer, and asked him to turn off the camera first.

The photographer was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Then there is no lens."

"It's okay, close it first." Fu Xingyun insisted.

The photographer had to listen to him, turned off the camera, covered the lens, and put it aside.Only Fu Xingyun and the child were left in the corner, and the child was still immersed in his own world building blocks, building blocks again and again and knocking them down again and again.Fu Xingyun sat quietly beside him with his legs crossed, silent, and passed him a building block from time to time.

The child didn't pick it up, and it took about an hour to get down like this.

The children in the activity room were about to eat, and they had to follow. Fu Xingyun chose to stay where he was and accompany the child who built blocks.The program team came to call him: "Teacher Fu, let's go over there."

"It's okay, I'm here." Fu Xingyun said.

When everyone left, Fu Xingyun was still there. Finally, after he passed the building blocks for the umpteenth time, the child took the building blocks from him and put them on the top of the tower made of building blocks.

That night, the program team began to conduct personal interviews with them.

The back of the orphanage is a dwarf forest, and in front of the dwarf forest is a large sandy land, on which there are many leftover toys and children's shoes.Fu Xingyun crossed the sandy ground, and saw a figure on the edge of the bush and a flickering fire.Fu Xingyun approached and found that it was an egret, leaning against a tree and smoking.

She finished the interview and took off her make-up. Her plain face showed fatigue, her waist-length curly hair was randomly tied up with a pen, and her defenseless posture was different from her usual one.

Fu Xingyun said, "Did you bring cigarettes?"

Bailu said, "I took one from Yu Xiangwan."

It was getting dark here late, and the sky was just getting dark at this time, and there was a dim and fuzzy shadow in the shadow of the tree.Fu Xingyun stood beside him with his pockets in his pockets, feeling that this place is even quieter than the urban area.

Bai Lu suddenly said: "I am also an orphan."

Fu Xingyun was very surprised. He never knew about it before, nor did the media report it.

"I didn't know that before."

Bai Lu crushed out the cigarette, held the cigarette butt in his hand, and said, "I don't want people to know, they don't know, so they don't want to say that I've sold out, they always have something to say."

Fu Xingyun didn't know why Bailu confessed to him so suddenly, and didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "The interview is coming to me soon, I'll go back first."

Bai Lu stopped him: "I think we are quite alike. We had nothing at first and wanted to hold everything tightly. I know a little about Xu Wei, this difficult old man."

Bailu muttered and complained a few words to Xu Wei, but Fu Xingyun couldn't hear clearly.

"I advise you to think about that movie again. No matter what the reason is, it will be yours after holding it in your hand. Only what you hold in your hand is real."

Before he had time to think more, Fu Xingyun was called away by the program group, and it was his turn to conduct an interview.He just sat down, the photographer and lighting engineer was still adjusting the equipment, the big window next to him was opened from the outside, and Wen Shichuan appeared outside the window, holding a plate with a sandwich on it - Fu Xingyun just kept I was with that child, so I didn't have time to eat properly.

"Eat something." Wen Shichuan said.

Fu Xingyun took it and gnawed it in small bites. Although Wen Shichuan's cooking skills were poor, making a sandwich was quite satisfactory.

Wen Shichuan glanced at the staff who were still preparing, lay on the window sill, put his hands under his chin, and asked him in a low voice through the window: "How is the interview, do you want me to go with you?"

I have to admit that he left a bit of a shadow on such an interview that required confession.The shadow came from the fact that Zhang Ting directly exposed his shortcoming in the live interview a while ago, and he still feels anxious when he thinks about it now.

Fu Xingyun finished his sandwich in two or three bites, and said, "Okay."

Wen Shichuan said, "Come here."

Fu Xingyun didn't know, so he leaned over, and while his back was turned to other people, Wen Shichuan quickly wiped the bread crumbs from his mouth with his thumb, and put them into his mouth naturally.He didn't bother to go around and walk through the door, he stretched his hands on the window sill and retracted his feet, and turned directly through the window.

The author says:

This is my last chapter archive (sigh)

I have actually saved the manuscript to 15 words, I am too good, the next update is probably not as regular as before, and the latter ones are not very easy to write (sigh again)