Summer Candy

Chapter 17: screenwriter

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Jiang Biao was released on December 28, and the evening party I participated in was held in the Municipal National Theater the next night. Because there are leaders such as Jing Huixiang on stage, and even the second and third-tier domestic stars who have been invited to cheer the leaders, the tickets for the party are actually very popular. Of course, selling is not selling at a price, but free tickets are often grabbed by people. As one of the assistant directors, I got four tickets. Apart from Diqing, I certainly thought of Jiang Biao's couple. I hope Jiang Biao will come out to relax, watch the leaders play tricks, laugh a few presumptuously, and relieve my depression. His phone was still down, and I called Xiaoxia again. Xiaoxia said that his couple had returned to Maple Ao and planned to take a good rest in the country and would not go back to the city before the New Year.

When I hung up, I scolded myself for granted. How can I guess Jiang Biao's mood at this time

My belly is bulging up every day, and I try to stay in the room as much as possible. There are more baby-care manuals on the desktop. When nothing is wrong, we also like to go online to find posts that judge men and women based on some signs, for example, the tip of the belly is a man. The belly circle is female. For example, if you like to eat sour or spicy, or if you like to eat spicy food, or for example... There are endless posts of this kind. If you want to use Diqing to cover your body, there will be conflicts. I suspect that most of the posts are made up by some guys when they are full. In addition, there was a lot of heavy stuff in my heart unknowingly. My family has also become more central topic due to the upcoming tricks. Father often rolls over in his wheelchair and listens to us talking about things. His face twitches with joy from time to time. If he continues to be excited, his nose will blow. Bubble, mother has to blame him on blows.

I thought Diqing would stay by her side before she gave birth to her child, but during the Chinese New Year, Li Fei's words made me unable to sit at home overnight.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Li Feigong must fly them back for the New Year. I borrowed a car to pick up people at the airport, and then I took it directly to Jiangyang Avenue to eat and sing. The luck of these old friends is always good or bad. At this age, they have not run into the luck of getting rich, but as they accumulate, they can also squeeze out the appearance of successful people. Push the cup and change it into the alley. The rhetoric was spit on someone's face. When it was time to sing, Zhu Zepei called a group of girls, and no one declined, and they hugged them in his arms, including me. They asked me to pick first, and I picked the ugliest one. In this way, my friends praised me for having foresight.

I hugged the buck-toothed girl, clinked glasses with her, and suddenly thought of Lily of the valley. The girl in her arms has a very good sense of service, and she constantly persuades her to drink. She glanced at me, and the impression of Lily of the valley seemed to be diluted. She turned her head, my eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and the impression of Lily of the valley converged in the gloom, little by little.

Li Fei patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to go outside with him.

"What's the matter?" When I walked out of the hall and reached the top of the stairs, my ears felt quiet. I asked him.

"I saw the girl you used to soak before." He said, "That's the girl who had been with you in Guancheng. She impressed me very much. I was in Hepu when October was November. I saw her before. I saw her from across the road. She got into a car and drove an old man. Maybe she was still a Gangcan."

"Oh." I responded as quietly as possible.

"... It was a bit stuffy inside just now. I wanted to come out and breathe. I saw you flirting with that girl so fiercely. I looked so greedy. I suddenly thought of her again and planned to talk to you. It seems that I always It's a little troublesome."

"Fortunately, it is always good to know the whereabouts of the deceased."

"You are with that girl, are you caught by Diqing?"

I was taken aback and said: "How do you know?" I think this is really unreasonable. Is every wall ventilated

Li Fei smiled, patted me on the back, and said, "My mouth is a little itchy, I lied to you casually, and as expected I lied to another gossip. Men always have the same intestines, and women always stumble on the same pits and live alive. It's really not eggy... If I run into that girl again, do you want me to pick her up?"

"No!"

He praised me: "Hey, you are a proper person after all."

"I'm not your employee. You don't need to give verbal rewards to give these free favors."

When I went home that night, even though my head was groggy, I still didn't fall asleep for several hours. Diqing snored evenly beside me. I stretched out my hand and stroked her expectant belly, and began to think about what reason to make up for going out for a few days. In the past few months, because of endless things, I gradually forgot about Lily of the valley, and even for a few days, her impression did not come to mind. This evening, because of Li Fei’s reminder, she appeared in my mind, resurrected, clear, and subtle, and her days in Guancheng are like a movie. The memory has been edited and played out one shot after another. , Like the promo of a movie, the redundant and transitional parts have been removed, and the moments that are most impressive are tightly connected. Although it has only been a few months, the film of this movie seems to have been placed for years and months, even if it is shown in the brain, it creaks, it is a damp and moldy sound. As for the color, it is the repeated switching of black and white and color: the home is black and white, the shopping is color, the scene of the night watching the game at the Morimura Holiday Hotel has a layer of sauce yellow, and the scene of sex is totally blue.

After midnight, I realized that I didn't find a good reason to travel. At this moment, I suddenly suspected that finding a perfect reason was actually out of a guilty conscience. In fact, the more careful you think, the more flaws you have. When I realized that I just wanted to see Suzuran, not for anything else, I felt confident in my heart. I think, when I have to leave, I can simply use four words to send the Diqing: I am on a business trip!

After the first month of the lunar calendar, I went to Guancheng, got off the plane, and a bus went directly to Heputou via Guanshen Avenue. I don't go to Heputou much, although it is only a town in Guancheng with a population of hundreds of thousands. The concept of city, town, township, and village in Guancheng has been very different from elsewhere. Development zones, factories, living quarters, and business districts have long been evenly distributed, spreading like a pie on this land. Heputou does not have an advantage in the industrial zone of Guancheng, but a few years ago, with the entertainment industry booming, walking around the street, there were hordes of glamorous girls, and the female hormones in the air were fermenting. Come here for countless porn hunters. Because it is too close to Hong Kong, this town was naturally turned into a back garden by the Gangcans. They gathered the women they had taken care of. They took time out in the afternoon for a long while, and they could go home for dinner in the evening and put them in front of their wives and children. Man's posture.

But all this could not escape the fate of prosperity and decline. After the prosperity and erosion of this town was exposed by CCTV, it was followed by several consecutive rounds of severe rectification, and then it slowly depressed. During the boom, dozens of real estates opened at the same time, and now tens of thousands of buildings are backlogged, causing developers to bleed. There are many tall buildings here during the day, and at night, when you go to a high place to look down, many places are dark, and it is inevitable that there will be a bit of strangeness in my heart.

I went to Heputou quietly without disturbing Li Fei. I found a hotel to stay first. Despite the violent crackdown, a girl still called in the evening, asking if she wanted a young lady. I answered no twice, but the call came again for the third time. The girl I wanted to call was a bit cerebral ischemia, or she ate hemp rope and twisted it to the end, so she told her: "Uh, sorry, I have already called one." She reminded me solemnly, "Sir, follow the rules. Say, since you are staying at our hotel, you should call here so that we can guarantee your safety. Isn't it?" I said guiltily, and I must pay attention next time.

For the first three days, I wandered aimlessly on the criss-cross streets of Heputou, hoping to accidentally bump into lily of the valley at the end of the street or the sloping green space of the park at the foot of the street.

There is no winter in this place, and people on the street are always in a hurry. The vast majority of people are Lao Zai and Lao Mei, as well as the wage earners who came in the next few years. Although many have already settled here, they still can't stop for a while and go out to catch food every day. Before most people fully agree with and integrate into this place, the town will not be able to generate a leisurely mood of life. I walked a bit slower than these passers-by, so I could see their faces and expressions clearly, and thought about things in a mess. The cloud-like beauty of Heputou that was talked about by people at that time no longer exists. The streets and roads are much dirtier than those in other strong industrial towns in Guancheng. The overall style of Heputou is a bit closer to the small cities of inland provinces.

When I first came, I underestimated Heputou because I was unfamiliar. I followed the little clue provided by Li Fei and wanted to come here to see Lily of the valley again. Because I didn't know where she was, I thought she was everywhere, and I was led by my self-righteous emotions, always believing that I would meet her at the corner of the street. She might be holding the hand of an old man in Hong Kong, with the post-colonial hybrid gentleman's style on his face—it seems to be their registered trademark... If you meet head-on like this, how can I stop Suzuran and say hello to her ? Will she stop and talk to me, or will she meet up and leave in a hurry? Seeing the high-end sports cars at the entrances of hotels, shopping malls and hotels suddenly stopped, I stopped and waited for the doors to open to see what kind of people came out. To be precise, I saw the men come out first, then come out. What a woman looks like was pulled out of the car.

At the beginning, I was walking on the road, and I couldn't help these thoughts flowing out. The next day they faded. On the third day, I walked on the road. My walking posture was very mechanical and my head was very numb. Heputou is indeed not big, but if you want to find someone who has no contact information here, Heputou immediately becomes vast.

"Sir, are you here to see the house in Hepu?"

Walking on the road that day, a wretched-looking man greeted me and handed me a business card. I looked at the business cards. He passed by a trash can. He probably sent out the business cards scattered in the bin. Behind him is a dark blue Buick commercial vehicle with the words "Rida Housing Agency" painted on the door. This kind of street real estate agency is probably also a phenomenon unique to Heputou. Because of the over-development of real estate in the past few years and the collective withdrawal of the Gangcans after the economic crisis, the backlog of houses in Heputou was sold by these intermediary companies like market stalls. As long as it is cheap, there is always no shortage of customers. Housing prices in Heputou are the cheapest in the entire Pearl River Delta urban agglomeration. A second-hand house costs 1,000 yuan per square meter, which is even lower than the price in poor counties in the interior.

I wandered in the street for three consecutive days, a pair of flat feet were aching. The man treated me as a tenant, so I was confused and asked if the company had many second-hand houses. "Not many, a few thousand sets." The man handed me a Chinese cigarette when he saw a play. I smoked his cigarette to make the feet softer, and got into the business car. It is said that these intermediary companies also take care of the tenants' meals. They are not boxed meals, but go to the mid-range hotels on the roadside to pick up the seafood. Seafood is always on the table.

The man said he had to wait for a few to see the tenants, and then he would take us to see a dozen second-hand houses in a certain real estate.

That day, I followed a few other people to see second-hand houses in a real estate called Jinghu Imperial Court. I saw about seven suites, most of them left by Gangcan. The houses are often equipped with appliances. If you buy a house, you will find the equipment inside. It's all coming up. Those electrical equipment, it is estimated that the famous and good products have been replaced by the intermediary company with old appliances. Otherwise, the Gangcans would not be able to buy a 14-inch wooden peony color TV. Of course, these have nothing to do with me. On the same day, I found two of the seven suites, and the pictures on the walls were not removed. Those two photos, if not for the reminder of the wedding dress, would be regarded as the life photos of the grandfather and Sun Xiao. Seeing the photos, my heart became hot.

For the next four days, I took the initiative to look for new intermediary companies on the street and took their cars to look around the house. Others entered the house to see the structure of the house and the surrounding environment. My eyes only scanned the wall to see if there were any pictures left by the original residents. I know that this kind of thinking is similar to waiting for you.

At this time, I hope to see lily of the valley in the photo left over from the second-hand house. When this idea first came up, it excited me and plunged me into boundless despair. During those four days, I followed a tour of seven intermediary companies to see hundreds of second-hand houses, large and small, and found dozens of pictures, some of which were not hung on the wall, but scattered on the desk. I also found it out. A young boy in his twenties saw that I was not thinking about buying a house at all and wanted to drive me away. I immediately called their manager to complain about his attitude. When he became honest, I asked him: "Which other rooms are there with wedding photos of old and young?"

"Sir, what the hell do you do?"

"Don't ask about this, it will do you no harm."

"Sir, if you have anything to say, you can help as long as I can. In Guancheng, multiple friends are always okay, right?"

I thought about it, took out a photo, and asked him if he had seen the woman in the photo. That was the only photo of Lily of the valley I could find. I used to read my book and put this photo into a book of novels as a bookmark, and I turned it out.

The young man looked at the photo and shook his head as I expected. He asked me curiously: "Are you trying to solve the case?" I pressed my index finger on my lips and sighed, motioning him to lower my voice.

His eyes lit up and he said cleverly: "Is she missing? Is she... dead?"

I kindly touched his flat head, leaned close to his ear and said softly: "Hurry up and spit on the ground, and please say from the bottom of your heart: I just fart!"

When I returned to Jicheng, Di Qing told me that Hu Shuanzhu was going to have a drink, and she was holding a banquet at Jietianlang. She also received the invitation. She wanted to see the cousin she had never met, she was curious. She asked me several times what the essay looked like. I have seen Wenwen, and I followed my memory to tell her in detail. As the old saying goes, seeing it is better than hearing it. That day Diqing asked me to drive her to Jietianlong for a drink. Her belly is already round. I borrowed a car with a heavy and tall chassis and drove her carefully to Jietianlong.

The case of Xiangshuitai's rape of an underage girl was full of storms, and Hu Shuanzhu could no longer conceal the existence of Xiao Jiang and Wenwen. He is a person who doesn't stop doing two things. Now that the matter is over, the solution he thinks of is to marry Xiao Jiang, so that the curiosity of the spectators next to him can be completely satisfied at one time, and there is no need to watch the development of the situation in the future. He paid according to the terms offered by his ex-wife, and did not counter-offer, so he divorced smoothly, and dragged Xiao Jiang to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register his marriage every few days.

The building that Hu Shuanzhu bought in Jietianlong Town is already covered in red and green. There are many banners hanging down from the roof of the three-story building. It says that the leaders of a certain unit and a certain company and all employees wish Mr. Hu Shuanzhu a happy wedding. Xiao Jiang dressed up very beautifully, even Wenwen dressed up very beautifully. Wenwen's mental state has obviously improved now. They told her that the bad guy who bullied you had been caught and shot by the police uncle. Wenwen was very happy when he heard this. He stamped his legs on the ground and said: "Good death!" Just about to be happy, Wenwen's mood fell again and asked the person next to him, "How long will he still pay?" Will come alive?"

I drove the car close to that building, and someone set off firecrackers to greet me. He dragged a firecracker in his hand, waved his wrist a few times when it was short enough, and threw it into the sky with a huff. The last piece of firecracker was scattered in the air into flying confetti. Through the fragrant smoke, I could see that the firecrackers were set off by eight mounds. He slapped the glass of the car window to say hello: "You are here too!"

Hu Shuanzhu's marriage was not supported by relatives. They thought it was a scandal. The marriage involved in a rape of an underage girl made them faceless. I didn't even see Hu Shuanliang, who used to fight crickets with his father. The arrival of Diqing made Hu Shuanzhu feel that things are precious. He took Diqing's hand a few steps forward, looked at her bulging belly, and carefully helped her to sit inside. He was also very enthusiastic to me. He patted me on the shoulder and said complimentingly: "Well, you are a conscientious person."

The more he was not recognized, the more Hu Shuanzhu wanted to make the wedding more magnificent. On the side of the road on the side of the wedding room, there is a big sign in a conspicuous place. In the middle is a wedding photo. In the photo, Hu Shuanzhu, Xiao Jiang and Wenwen are smiling and welcoming. The two pieces of red paper pasted next to it are written with a golden brush:

The sun is always tossing after a violent storm!

At the wedding, who is like an old man who will show off his wife and lesbian

At first glance, you know that this is from Hu Shuanzhu's handwriting. The upper and lower Lian is not correct, and even the part of speech is incorrect. This is because Hu Shuanzhu has not been able to strictly distinguish between writing couplets and compiling slogans. Obviously, his mathematics is better than Chinese, so the number of words in the upper and lower sections is exactly the same.

As a female family member, Diqing entered their wedding room and chatted with a group of middle-aged and elderly women. The eight mound guided me to park the car to a corner of the yard, and then smoked together against the railing.

"Li Zhaoli will wait a while. If you're not hungry, just wait for us to eat, drink, and bluff."

"Okay. Has always come?" I saw the policeman walk in from a long distance, shook hands with Hu Shuanzhu, and casually asked Ba Meng. Even if he retires, he is still happy to wear the police uniform straight on his body. The more shaved his clothes, the more wrinkled his face.

"He has a good relationship with Boss Hu, and I sent the post." Ba Deng said, "Boss Hu wants him to stop here for Wenwen's business, and this old guy has to check it down. He also said, this is the case. His business has nothing to do with Boss Hu. It seems that he is a bastard biting the hemp rope and never swearing at the knife. But I kind of like this old thing."

"There are always such people, in every township and village."

"Yes, there are always such people."

I was idle, and also helped set off firecrackers. Beside the eight mounds, there were dozens of boxes of firecrackers piled up, and when someone arrived from a distance, he pulled out a letter with a thousand words to make a sound, and if he saw a car approaching, he made a letter with three thousand sounds. There were a lot of people, because Hu Shuanzhu had far more friends than relatives. The firecrackers were more than enough. After I ignited it, I threw it on the ground. Several children rushed over and slammed the fuse with their feet, and then snatched the remaining firecrackers. People come and go, visitors eat running water mats on a Shaigu Ping, dogs pick up bones on the ground, children pick up firecrackers by my side, and clouds spread out the shadows in the sky. Wenwen sees a lot of people, and feels naturally good. He is no longer gloomy. He is fascinated in the seas. He walks to the light and flashes into the shadows. He helps her parents to greet the guests, but only greets her to know him. Yes, there is a lot of enthusiasm on his face. For a while, my eyes followed the little girl, she was so delicate, it made people feel the urge to play with it. Today she is wearing a magenta dress, with two artificial slaps hanging on her head. Perhaps, in her opinion, this wedding is a happy event for three people. I rarely have the experience of going to the countryside to have a banquet, and the beaming in front of me almost made me forget the case that happened not long ago.

When it was getting dark, Li Zhaoli drove a broken jeep and brought two women with him. One of them seemed familiar at first glance.

When I was eating, I remembered that when we went to Shaqiao, the girl who was familiar with the shrimp was sitting next to Lily of the valley. She told us that lily of the valley is the bridge flower of Sand Bridge to remind us not to know real people. She seemed to recognize me too, and looked at me from time to time. We gathered around the dinner table, she was sitting next to the eight mounds, and as soon as the two of them sat down, I realized that they had very little relationship. Sure enough, after Ba Deng introduced the woman, Xifeng is now his girlfriend, and the two have plans to get married. The girl next to Li Zhaoli is Shaqiao’s current bridge flower, named Erling.

A few of us together, together with a few fat guys who helped the kitchen, we fisted when we drank, and everyone beat a level before talking. Drinking to fight off, usually every time after winning or losing, he would drink two or two cups of white wine twice as deep as the head of the chopsticks, but Batang felt that it was not enough. He had to stretch out his hand to measure the depth of the two fingers, and every bite was one or two. half. I hit a circle and almost drank half a catty.

Li Zhaoli and Ba Deng both have women to help. It seems that they brought the girl from Sand Bridge, considering that they were drinking too much, there must be a rudder or helper next to them. Li Zhaoli lost his punch and always pushed the wine to Erling next to him. Although Erling is expensive as a bridge flower, she is very docile by Li Zhaoli, raising her neck to help him drink. At this point, I want to exaggerate the eight ingots, he has a rough but a fine, and he knows how to pity and cherish jade. He pampered Xifeng. Even if Xifeng offered Ying to drink a glass for him, he always shook his head, and then drank the wine in the glass quickly.

After drinking to a certain extent, everyone was unsustainable, and the wine glass was pulled up without a hitch. Since it was at Hu Shuanzhu's wedding banquet, we accidentally brought up the case again, and then talked about Jiang Biao smoothly. This case inevitably spread all over the streets and alleys of Hecheng, and even the remote areas of the poor villages. Jiang Biao became a news figure in Hecheng. Although he has been acquitted, in these news or old news, he is bound to be connected with the case. When we talked about this, the alcoholism had already started, and we all talked a little at odds with each other.

Xifeng drinks less wine, and she is always clearing up our thoughts and helping us to continue the topic. When we kept talking about Jiang Biao, she suddenly told Ba Mound: "Did you know? You and that driver have both liked lily of the valley."

"Lily of the valley?" Ba Yan looked at Xifeng with anxious eyes, not knowing whether it was pretending to be confused or really unable to remember.

Xifeng poked Ba Deng’s head and said, "You dead man, when you see someone who loves you, treat our Golden Circle Beauty Salon as a marriage agency. First, you want to drag Lily of the valley to be your wife. If people don’t want to, just meet you. It's like seeing a ghost, causing others to hide in the city. Later, you also fell in love with Xiaomei, Jinghua, and Erling, but they were unwilling. You finally started my ghost idea. Do you dare to say no These things?"

"Xifeng, I remind you not to poke my forehead. When I was young, once I took off my crotch pants, my old man wouldn't dare to poke my forehead. He knew it well." Ba Heng put on a fierce look. , Bulging eyes and staring at Xifeng. Xifeng poked him a few more fingers without hesitation, and even knocked on his forehead.

She even asked disdainfully: "What do you want to do to me?"

The eight mound's face was stretched very tightly, and when it was stretched to a certain degree, it suddenly relaxed, and said with a smile: "My wife, I don't care, my forehead can strike iron. Your hands don't hurt, right?"

"pain!"

"I'll rub it for you."

Ba Deng really helped Xifeng get a finger massage on the spot, and the knife strips were full of tenderness and honey, which made me feel uncomfortable. And Xifeng is not a fuel-efficient lamp. After just pressing it a few times, she moaned wantonly, as if she had a sudden orgasm. The others on the table had no choice but to spray together, begging them to stay calm and save fuel.

Suddenly Xifeng stared at me again and said, "Big Brother Gu, you actually like lily of the valley, don't you?"

Before I could react, Ba Mound looked at me with an "Oh". My expression may have revealed something at first, Ba Meng smiled again, and said: "I didn't see it, that girl turned out to be loved by others, and the flowers are blooming in the trees."

"You don't know much. After eight years in the classroom, he was still a stupid pig." Xifeng continued to poked his forehead, turned around and said to me, "I also know that you spent time together in Dongguan City. It’s been a while."

"how do you know?"

"I have been in contact with her all the time. She will call me if she has anything to do. She left Sand Bridge and went to Jiangyang Avenue in the city, but there she felt that she was not happy at Sand Bridge and she had to wear work clothes every day. "Xiofeng said, drinking beer, and she could see that this woman had become addicted to alcohol. She added, "Lily of the valley just went from Sand Bridge to Jiangyang Avenue, and she was in a bad mood. She had to wear work clothes every day, which made her menstrual irregular. At that time, she often called me to gossip and gossip. Time. After a while, I feel better, saying that you and the driver often go to her and make her happy..."

I remember when she was on Jiangyang Avenue, I did not deliberately go to her. Ba Deng drank the most and was groggy, and Xifeng said a few more words, and he almost fell on the table. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up again and asked, "Why don't you refuse to sue me if you have her contact information? Did you have a crush on me at that time?"

"Hey, sleep. You don't interrupt when we talk." Xifeng pressed the eight mounds to the table again, and continued to tell me, "Later she told me that you told her to go to Guancheng and asked me about this. What do you think? I said that you have already decided on your own. What do you want me to talk about? I stayed with her for a long time. How can I not know what she thinks? After she went to Guancheng, she said You live together, right? She said that you have a large duplex in Guancheng, and you have a car, and you make a lot of money. She calls me every few days and tells me about the two of you. Tell me about it, but I also want to live there when I have time..."

Li Zhaoli interrupted and said, "My God, little brother, you seem to be muffled, but it turns out that you are too muffled."

With my head bowed, I thought of the carton-like cabin I had rented.

"... Do you have her current cell phone number?"

"Unexpectedly, what is the conflict between you guys?" Xifeng said, "In July last year, her previous number stopped and she never called me again. What's wrong with you?"

I didn’t say a word, and Li Zhaoli said, “This brother is now working in Yecheng and is married. His wife is also coming to have a drink and is sitting in the new house. You can just talk about these things here. Don’t do it again tomorrow. mention."

Xifeng curled his lips and said, "I knew it would be like this... Bacon, if you treat me the same way, I will kill you!"

Ba Deng was awakened by Xifeng's hair, and said aggrieved: "What's the matter?"

After talking about the call, my spirit of drinking was gone again, and I couldn't stop for a while, and asked someone to pass a bottle of wine up, unscrewed it and continued to drink. Later, our topic still revolved around lily of the valley, but I couldn't remember what I said after waking up.

When I woke up, it was already another morning, and Di Qing was sitting by the bed, looking depressed.

Later, Li Zhaoli called and told me that when I drank it at a certain time, I took out the photos by myself and showed them to Xifeng. Maybe I wanted to prove to her that I was thinking of lily of the valley all the time; maybe it was because I drank too much and I took the picture when my hand itchy. After drinking, I didn't do anything that I hadn't done anything that I itched my wallet and handed it to a stranger. Diqing just came over to find me. The door was behind Xifeng. As soon as Diqing stepped in, she saw the photo Xifeng was holding in her hand. Xifeng was actually too unresponsive to drinking. She looked at the photo for a while and then returned it to me.

On the same day, when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw Diqing's green face, and saw that the photo reached her hand for some reason, so I groaned secretly. I thought she would rush at me, then closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep. But lying in a strange room with his head stuck in it, it was really uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to toss and turn. So I called her with the attitude of deciding whether to kill Ren, and prepared a round of improvising rhetoric to prevent her from getting mad. Di Qing turned her head, took two eyes from the photo, and slapped it on my face.

She said, "Uh, you are awake. Are you free now?"

"Free, very free." I am a sensible person, knowing that I have no right to be free at the moment.

"If you have time, tell me your story." Her expression was calm, even kind, and she didn't seem to be hiding evil intentions.

"what story?"

She handed the photo to me and said, "I'm very curious. I know you won't lie to me and what to say. As long as it is the truth, I can understand. I believe that now you have nothing to do, but sometimes You still think of her, right?"

I nodded, and said to her, "No need to talk about it here? You ask me to prepare too, and speak now. I really don't know where to start."

She gave me a blank look and said, "It seems that this matter is still deeply entangled, you don't even know where to start."

"If you have this attitude, please hurry up and peel me directly? All of my heart is yours, let alone this skin."

She chuckled, which made me relax. It was almost noon, we had breakfast and hurried back to Jicheng. There is still faint sunlight when I go out, and it rains when I get on the road. This kind of volatility makes spring full of life and makes people feel that something is coming. I slowed down the car further and talked to Diqing about the past. I plan not to hide anything, so as to ensure that I have enough energy to drive. I found out that this matter should start with that Li Zhaoli took me to Sand Bridge. When I said that I was invited to take a nude photo of another woman with a camera, Diqing couldn’t help being angry. However, she is a director and understands the difference between art and hooliganism a little bit better than the average firewood woman. I groaned for a few times, and then again. Urge me to continue. When I talked about fighting with Jiang Biao, her mind no longer stayed on reviewing me.

"Why do you get him in too?"

"Yeah. If you want to listen, I'll start talking about Jiang Biao when he was a teenager. Do you like listening?"

Women always like to hear stories. What Jiang Biao encountered when he was a teenager on the top of the Camellia Slope, now that I have spoken it out, I have a strange familiarity. The road unhurriedly spread out in front of my eyes, and a faint light thunder sounded in the sky. The road was wetted by rain, and the ground was greasy. I recounted Jiang Biao's things, and my eyes would sometimes become illusory. The spots on the road splashed by rain seemed to change into pillars of sunlight, and the horizontal road seemed to go uphill. Like Jiang Biao when I was a teenager, I was eagerly looking forward to seeing something else on the dead road.

My daughter Tangtang was able to hold her breath and asked the obstetrician to report her expected delivery time three times before she was born in early April. I have another relationship in this world, and I think this is really good. The weather is getting warmer, she likes to be held by me, because I am fat, it is easier for her to sleep peacefully in my arms. Sometimes I feel that she keeps sinking into my body, or collapsing, as if to merge with me. Diqing is thin, and her ribs will make the child very uncomfortable. Tangtang always wanted me to hold her, and when she saw something was wrong, she cried loudly.

The home suddenly became lively. Relatives and friends came to see the child from time to time, leaving baby supplies and their blessings, saying that this child is a good seed at first sight, and he must have a great future. My sister Gu Tong has also been here several times. She really likes this little niece. She has been living in her fiance's house, and suddenly her fiance is not the bald head anymore, and is replaced by a man with long hair. I am too lazy to ask, I believe she has a reason, but this reason is 80% different from the logic I can follow. On the day of Tangtang’s full moon, I still had a few tables of wine, but not many people invited. I haven't seen Jiang Biao in the past few months. I only heard Wu Guangzhou say that Jiang Biao was at work, but often took time off to stay in the countryside. His temper became very bad because of that detention, he didn't care about others, and he was even more silent. When I invited people to dinner, I ignored him, didn't call him, and told Wu Guangzhou that I didn't have to tell him. But on the day of the meal, he still came, bringing Xiaoxia, dragging his bell, and the family appeared in front of me neatly. He smiled and stuffed some red money into Tangtang's pocket, and said: "I won't come when you got married. This time the child is full moon, he didn't tell me!" His face was very aggrieved, and I patted it. His shoulders brought him and my old classmates to a table. They greeted Jiang Biao one after another. They also heard about the case, and they suddenly saw Jiang Biao today, and they were very kind.

After that, Jiang Biao and Xiaoxia also brought milk powder and diapers to my house and stringed them twice. At this time last year, the four of us often formed a table to play cards and mahjong, and the relationship was a mess. And now they come again, the atmosphere has become different. Xiaoxia and Diqing can talk about parenting. When Di Qing was a mother at first, she basically only listened to it. In front of Xiao Xia, she rarely became humbly. And Jiang Biao and I have nothing to say. He has more smiles on his face than before, but fewer words in his mouth. Sometimes, that smile solidified like wax tears on his face. In my opinion, it always seemed a bit artificial. Since he is visiting, out of politeness, I always find something to talk to him.

"Is your dad Teacher Jiang okay? Does he love to drink? After my father got it last year, no one in my house drank a cabinet of wine—I am also in charge of your sister Fan now. I pick two bottles and you give Jiang Teacher..."

"It's fine." He said, "Don't drink."

"Where is your mother?"

"It's fine too."

"How about your brother? He is always unforgettable."

"Ok."

"Are you still looking for a wife for him?"

Jiang Biao said a little bit more then: "Fortunately, now my parents have figured it out, so I don't rush to find him."

No matter how hard I tried, Jiang Biao was always able to make the conversation colder and colder, which always made me feel boring. I didn't expect that just a few days of jail time would change people so much. He came twice, and later his couple stopped coming. I didn't call him either.

Newborn children love to sleep, sometimes they open their eyes, yawn and fall asleep. Tangtang likes to sleep on my body. Putting it on the bed will cause trouble. If I hug her and walk around, she sleeps more deeply. Tangtang sleeps on me, and Diqing will be able to relax for a while. She would tell me: "You can go for a walk with Tangtang, and you will lose weight by the way."

"Isn't it good to just walk in the living room?"

Diqing still insisted on asking me to go shopping in the green area of the community below. She said she needed quietness.

"what's happenin?"

"My desire to create is very strong now, and I can't hold it back. I plan to write a script." She said, "I believe this book will surpass all previous works."

I don't doubt this. I have seen most of her previous works, and most of them were forced to read by her neck. I personally think that it is not difficult for her to surpass those previous works. Besides, that's the case in the independent film circle she was in. When she got together with her colleagues, she often talked about a film that so and so had just produced, which is likely to have an "epoch-making" meaning. The "era" of their business is probably like a piece of soft tofu, which was accidentally marked. She just gave birth to a baby, I don't know where she has such a great desire to create. It is said that women will always get a sense of pleasure after the labor pains of childbirth, and creation is undoubtedly another childbirth. Moreover, her family also has this inheritance. My father-in-law, Dr. Fan, has been in the pain of gestating works for a long time, and has never been able to usher in the pain of childbirth.

She did what she said, picked up a pen and wrote, and asked me to go to the printing shop to type a large stack of six hundred sheets of manuscript paper with A3 paper. I hugged Tangtang and walked in the circle, and when I was tired, or she wanted to breastfeed, I took her home. Unscrew the door, Di Qing is always struggling to write. Now she doesn't use a computer for fear of affecting her body and changing the composition of the milk. She doesn't have much milk. Tangtang mainly feeds on milk, but she insists on breastfeeding symptomatically, as if it was an attitude problem. After entering the script creation, her breasts were reluctant to secrete puffiness, and she threw our daughter to the milk completely. I also try not to disturb her, and take care of Tangtang as much as possible with my mother.

The script written by Diqing is a bit mysterious. She didn't want me to come close when she wrote it. There were two times when she was painting on the eight-kilometer manuscript paper, I accidentally got close, and she subconsciously used her body to cover it. Moreover, she has always been reluctant to discuss the content of the script with me. I know that she has always liked to create in a kind of salon-style occasions, teaming up and talking, and putting together little details. I thought she would ask me to talk about the script, my brain was already faintly swollen for this, but she didn't ask me to tell me, instead, I have a kind of weightless ease. I controlled my curiosity and didn't ask her.

One day in early June, she finally took the initiative to tell me: "I can't write anymore."

"Why can't you write?"

"I wrote this script based on the story you told. You just told me the beginning. When I first wrote, I thought I just had to follow the logic of the story and write it down to the end, the next plot It will come out of my head naturally. But now, I can't design the ending."

"Are you writing about Jiang Biao and the girl sleeping on the road?" I reacted now.

She did not deny it. I asked her why she wanted to write a script for that matter, and she said slyly: "This story seduce me to write it. It itself is full of imagery, as long as you say it, I have that kind of picture in my eyes. It is a pity not to take pictures. I don’t think Jiang Biao would object to writing this out."

"Then where did you write?"

"When he wrote that he accidentally saw her again, he relied on Xia Tang to pick up the code. I don't know how to make it up."

"You really have the original flavor. People have summer sugar, and you also summer sugar. I don't know how to deal with the art. I don't know what kind of sugar to change. Don't write sugar. You can change to a different flavor of drink." I said, "If Jiang Biao knows. , It will be a little embarrassing. He, as you know, is a bit unpredictable."

"This is a matter of detail, easy to handle. The important thing is that now I can't write, I can't think of how things will go down, let alone the results. But..."

She wanted to say something and stopped, so I had to ask: "What's the matter?"

"I tried to edit it in several ways. Although I didn't edit it, I was already faintly unhappy in my heart."

Tangtang cried aloud over there. I had to pat Diqing's back and said, "Tangtang is still small, don’t worry about the unhappy things. It’s a bit vulgar to make up a happy ending, but yours The film always reflects the dark side and responds to awful things. Even if you change your taste in this life, you have to change to the style and the vulgarity."