Chapter 57 1 Issue 1 Meeting
Chapter 57 1 Issue 1 Meeting
Fu Xingyun was very worried about the child who fell into the water. When he went to see her, Lia had been sleeping. Even when she woke up, she remained silent, sitting by the window with her legs crossed, as if she had a protective cover to shield her from the outside environment.The staff of the orphanage had been accompanying him all the time, for fear that he would get lost again.
Wen Shichuan chatted with the staff for a few words and asked the ins and outs clearly.
Before Lia came to the orphanage, she lived with her mother. His mother suffered from severe depression and took the child to the beach. She gave him the jackrabbit doll and told him to stay still on the beach while she walked into the orphanage. into the sea and never came back.
Fu Xingyun looked at the child with complicated emotions, and asked him in a low voice: "You miss your mother, don't you?"
The child ignored him and just looked out the window. Fu Xingyun noticed that the doll was not in his arms. The staff said that the doll fell on the beach and could not be found.
Fu Xingyun was rescued soon after falling into the water. There was nothing serious about his body. Although the doctor asked him to rest for a few more days, in order not to delay the progress of the reality show filming, he returned to the program group after a day's rest.The content of this part of the orphanage is about to end. The program team gave them three days of hard work. The money is not much. They can spend half a day with the money to buy a gift and give it to the person who gets along with them the most. Children, gifts for the rest of the children will be given by the program group.
They were shopping in the commercial street near the beach. There were many hydrangeas blooming along the roadside, and the air after the rain was very fresh.
Fu Xingyun was full of thoughts about buying another rabbit doll, but it was not easy to find one with a similar appearance. Other people's gifts had already been bought, and he was still looking for it.Wen Shichuan simply and rudely used all the money to buy a big bag of candy, intending to give it to a little girl with blond hair. No child can refuse candy. He even saved a little money and bought a small bunch of pink hydrangeas. Serve with candy.
Just when Fu Xingyun was about to give up, he saw a pink rabbit in the corner of a thrift store, which was only [-]% similar to Lia's original one, and even newer.His eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the doll, and the price tag was placed next to the doll, which was a little more expensive than the money Fu Xingyun was holding.
Seeing him distressed, Wen Shichuan hid from the camera and whispered, "I still have some cash."
Fu Xingyun shook his head without thinking about it.He has a strange persistence, and he is always particularly stubborn in some small places.He walked along the commercial street twice in a daze, and there was no similar doll except for the rabbit he couldn't afford in the thrift store.Seeing that the sun was about to set, Fu Xingyun looked at the street artist playing the violin on the side of the road, and at Tan Ziming walking by with a lollipop in his mouth, his heart moved.
"Lend me your guitar."
Thinking about it is one thing, actually doing it is another.
Fu Xingyun can play the guitar and sing a little, but that was a long, long time ago.
At that time, he was working in a bar. While helping out in the back kitchen, he would occasionally help the resident singers who had no time to come to save the scene, play the guitar and sing some old songs.His voice is not outstanding, and the guitar is just average. More often, people in the bar don't look at him, just treat him as the background sound when drinking.The only one who would seriously watch him play the piano and listen to him sing is Wen Shichuan. At that time, Wen Shichuan was still dating him, squatting in the bar every day, doing nothing, just watching him.
After such a long time, Fu Xingyun also pretended to play the guitar when he was filming a TV series, and even the feeling of pressing his fingertips on the strings became unfamiliar.
The setting sun is cast on the gravel road of the commercial street, and there are not many people coming and going.Fu Xingyun sat on the stone steps by the side of the road, with one leg bent and the other stretched out, his eyes lowered, the setting sun dancing on his eyelashes.The photographer of the program set up a camera to shoot him, and Wen Shichuan was also shooting him not far away, with the handheld camera he brought.
Passers-by had already stopped, Fu Xingyun was a little nervous, he lowered his head and wiped a little sweat from his palms on his trousers, the first thing that popped into his mind was an old song that he had sung many times before.
"In the whole world, I just want you to love me,
I talk about my feelings like that**,
Who can prove that anything lasts forever"*
At the beginning, Fu Xingyun's voice was still a little trembling, and even the sound of the piano was trembling when he strummed the strings.Taking advantage of the gap between sentences, he hurriedly raised his head, and accurately found Wen Shichuan among the many strange figures.Among the many dark and bottomless shots, only Wen Shichuan's shot is like the eyes of a sympathizer.
Taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, he quietly sang this lingering love song. Unknown passers-by applauded him and dropped some coins into the open piano case on the ground. Not many, but just in time. Just made up for the missing money.Fu Xingyun hugged the piano, stood up and bowed seriously.
Fu Xingyun gave the long-eared rabbit he bought to Lia. Seeing him staring at the rabbit for a long time, Fu Xingyun finally opened his arms and hugged the rabbit into his arms.
Saying goodbye to the children, their journey together is coming to an end.
In the last few days, a group of them will part ways.Wen Shichuan and Fu Xingyun are going to participate in the film festival, while Yu Xiangwan and Bailu are going to divert to see the tulips that are in full bloom, and Tan Ziming wants to visit the museums in Amsterdam alone.This is the final itinerary that they each planned before departure.
Except for Bailu, it was not the first time they met, and they might see each other again after returning to China, but for some reason, this separation, which was not considered farewell, made them feel inexplicably melancholy.The car they were in was driving away from the coast, and in a few hours, they would divide into three groups and set off separately.
In the car, the director gave them one last interview.The name of the program is "One Period One Meeting", ask them how they understand it.
Yu Xiangwan had done her homework carefully before coming here. She said, "It's a fate that only happens once in a lifetime."
Both Fu Xingyun and Wen Shichuan are not talkative characters. After they separated from the noisy people, the two of them calmed down immediately, and they had a tacit understanding that didn't need to be explained, sometimes they didn't need it. If you talk more, you will understand each other.The whole journey suddenly became quiet and comfortable.
The film festival they are going to participate in is quite well-known at home and abroad, and it is much more formal than the film festival Wen Shichuan attended before.For this reason, Fu Xingyun specially brought in a makeup and hair styling team. He wore a black turtleneck sweater with a suit jacket, and the black sweater collar covered his chin all the way, making him look tall and slender, with a face as white as jade.
Contrary to him, Wen Shichuan is not very suitable for formal attire. When he wears a black shirt, he must undo the top button and roll up the sleeves to expose his arms, so that he looks good.On his wrist is the watch that is no longer moving, and the dial decorated with bright stars and moons is just stuck on the raised wrist bone.
In the lounge, Fu Xingyun fiddled with his hair in front of the mirror.
Wen Shichuan was fiddling with his hand-held camera beside him. He fiddled with this camera all the way, taking many shots of Fu Xingyun in detail.Fu Xingyun was fixing his hair, and Wen Shichuan was shooting at him beside him. Fu Xingyun stretched out his hand to cover the camera, and muttered: "If there is something good to shoot, don't take it."
The camera was covered by Fu Xingyun, Wen Shichuan put it down, leaned over and pulled off the collar of Fu Xingyun's sweater, and kissed him on the back of his neck, the kiss was very heavy, even biting, leaving bruises Red hickey.Fu Xingyun didn't have time to beat him up, the staff knocked on the door to remind them that the time was up, he could only straighten his collar, his face turned red.
Several films were screened at the festival, along with short interviews.To Fu Xingyun's surprise, he actually won a small award, which was an experience he had never had before.He conscientiously memorized the translated speeches for the awards in his heart. When he went to the stage to receive the award, Wen Shichuan patted him uninterruptedly in the audience.
After the screening and award presentation, at the reception held in the open air, Fu Xingyun led an interpreter and chatted with several actors of different nationalities. He drank some wine, his face flushed, and his eyes sparkled when he laughed.Wen Shichuan also took the time to film him. Some judges who admired Wen Shichuan's films chatted with him, laughed and joked, and asked him why he kept filming.
Half joking and half serious, Wen Shichuan replied in English: "This is my muse."
Before the reception was over, they left everyone behind and sneaked away. On the way back to the hotel, fireworks were set off over the reception, and the fireworks were brilliant, illuminating the night sky.There was no one around, Fu Xingyun grabbed Wen Shichuan's arm, made him bend down, and kissed under the fireworks.
Fireworks were also abandoned in the sky hundreds of miles away, and Tan Ziming also walked through the crowd. He squeezed away people who looked up at the gorgeous night sky, and found Meng Qing who was alone in the sea of crowds.Meng Qing was wearing a plain white shirt with a windbreaker draped over his arms, and the fireworks illuminated his fair face. His alienation made him look like an isolated island in a sea of people.
Tan Ziming stood behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, reached out and snapped his fingers next to his ear, and squeezed a coin in his empty hand, as if it was stolen from the air.
Meng Qing was amused by him, took advantage of the silence between the fireworks and the fireworks, and asked, "What is this?"
The fireworks exploded in the air with a "bang bang bang", and Tan Ziming shouted: "This is magic——"
Before Meng Qing could say that he was naive, Tan Ziming put the coin he picked up on the beach into Meng Qing's shirt pocket. The chest pocket was the closest to the heart.
Yu Xiangwan and Bailu sat outside the cabin, crossing their legs, looking at the starry sky and the large tulip fields in the dark night.The breeze blows, and the flowers are like waves in the night, constantly rising and falling.
"I really want to fall in love." Yu Xiangwan muttered softly.
Egret glanced at her, sneered, and shook his head slightly.
Yu Xiangwan yelled towards the sea of flowers in the darkness: "I really want to fall in love—"
And Fu Xingyun and Wen Shichuan, who fell in love again, have returned to the hotel. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, they can see a little residual fire from fireworks when they look far away. They kiss in front of the window.
Every minute and every second that flows at this time is unique, every kiss is the first and the last, and every view is the only view in this life.
Fu Xingyun used a sentence of Dutch he had just learned, and whispered in a crappy voice: "ikhouvanje"
Wen Shichuan bit the tip of his nose affectionately and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I love you--"
*Leslie Cheung, the whole world only wants you to love me
I found that this article is the one that has "I love you" appearing the most times.In the past, I always felt that these three words should not appear too many times, and it would be worthless if there were too many. Who knew that in this article, these two people can’t say enough, and their teeth are too sweet.
The countdown is over!
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