Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

Just now, several classmates gathered together and said that Xiaobo's mother was not a serious person at first glance, saying that Xiaobo was a wild child that no one wanted, and that Xiaobo's perfect essay was also copied.

After saying that, several classmates pointed their fingers at Xiaobo, and Xiaobo rushed up and started fighting with each other.

When the teacher came and pulled Xiaobo and Wang Doudou, who were still fighting, apart and asked what was going on.

Wang Doudou said that Xiaobo deserved a beating, and also said that Xiaobo's mother was...

Before Wang Doudou could finish his insults, Xiaobo threw a snowball at his face and rushed over to fight again.

A Luo wanted to stop them, but was knocked to the ground, so she stood up and pulled apart the classmates who beat Xiaobo and dealt with them.

In this way, the dispute was calmed down, and at this time, other parents also ran over.

Finally, Xiaobo, A Luo, Wang Doudou, and Hua Ge were called to the office.

Because Xiaobo started it first, the principal asked Xiaobo to apologize first.

Ah Luo was not happy. Although his son was fake, he couldn't let him suffer any injustice. He looked at Brother Hua with deep meaning.

Brother Hua had no choice but to keep the peace: "Forget it, it's all about the naughty kid, forget it."

After leaving the school gate, it was getting dark. Two figures, one big and one small, walked slowly on the cold streets where pedestrians were rushing.

Xiaobo apologized for wasting Ah Luo's time and asked her many questions with concern.

"Where is your home?"

"My home is in Chongqing."

"Is Chongqing far away?"

"It takes more than 40 hours by train from here."

Ah Luo, who was full of swear words during the day, became gentle at this moment and patiently answered Xiaobo's various questions.

"Do you have children?"

As soon as Xiaobo asked this question, Ah Luo became silent, and his heart was filled with sadness and sadness.

They were speechless all the way. When they were about to get home, Xiaobo turned around and told Ah Luo what was in his heart.

"Actually, my mom is not busy, she won't come back."

Xiaobo knew it a long time ago, and in order not to worry his elderly grandma, he played the role of a person who knew nothing.

At the parent-teacher meeting, Xiaobo didn't want to be an orphan in the eyes of his classmates, so he spent 500 yuan to buy two hours of his mother.

After listening, A Luo slowly squatted down with red eyes. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to start, so he quietly stuffed the 500 yuan back into Xiaobo's pocket.

"Don't tell my grandma, she doesn't want me to know."

A Luo held back his tears, nodded, and watched Xiaobo slowly walk towards the door of the building.

A Luo turned and left for a while, and suddenly heard a voice from behind:

"Goodbye, Mom."

A Luo didn't look back, and couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore, and they flowed to his hand covering his mouth.

After returning to the nightclub, A Luo vomited again after drinking, and when he was looking for tissues in his bag, he found a folded paper.

It is Xiaobo's perfect composition: "My Mother"

I haven't seen my mother many times since I was born. In my impression, my mother likes to wear red earrings and red coats.

.....

Until one day when I was leaving school, I picked up a red earring like my mother in the corridor, and I thought it was my mother who came back.

But this earring was left by A Luo, so I connected her with my mother.

If my mother was still alive, she might be such a person.

From this day on, I finally had a new mother.

I saw the kind side of my mother pushing the cart for the elderly in the middle of the night, and I also saw the loving side of my mother taking care of stray cats.

My mother's smile is very gentle and beautiful, like a ray of warm sunshine that heals me.

But my mother is often very busy and has endless phone calls. I am very worried about whether she has eaten well.

Late at night, whenever I hear the sound of high heels in the corridor, I know that my mother is off work, so I always wait until this time to go to bed.

I want to cherish this time, because I know that one day, my mother will leave me again.

I really hope that day, the opening time will be later...

After reading the composition, A Luo leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the nightclub's private room, crying.

A Luo quit his job at the nightclub and made a phone call that he hadn't made for a long time.

"Hello, Mom~"

A little girl's crisp voice came through the phone.

Although Yang Lingyue knew how to write a script, he didn't write this short film called "Special Deal" into a script, because there was not enough time. Most importantly, the exam required a story, not a script, so Yang Lingyue didn't add unnecessary details.

Looking at the time, two hours had passed, and he couldn't help rubbing his wrists, which were a little sore.

This is a story of mutual redemption. A Luo, a streetwalker who was so humble that everyone avoided her during the day, didn't expect that she would accidentally become a light in the heart of a little boy.

At the same time, the little boy also made A Luo realize the difficulties of left-behind children and returned to her family.

In terms of literary creation, this is a story that starts and ends with vulgarity.

But Yang Lingyue knows that even if there are still some flaws in the film, the sincere feelings in it have cost many people's tears.

Thanks to the fact that he had been writing by hand every day since his rebirth, he no longer had the problem of forgetting words when he first picked up a pen. After rechecking whether there were any typos, Yang Lingyue raised his hand.

But the invigilator Huiming was reading a book. Yang Lingyue wanted to speak up, but seeing the other three candidates who were concentrating on their studies, he gave up the idea.

Fortunately, Huiming would look up periodically, and then he saw Yang Lingyue staring at him blankly. He also did not say anything, but waved his hand.

Yang Lingyue stood up as carefully as possible and handed over the story he had written.

But it still affected the other two candidates except Wang Zizhao, who looked at him at the same time with anxious expressions.

Huiming whispered: "Go back, the results will be announced in early March, and you can check the art test results then."

Yang Lingyue was surprised: "Teacher, there is no performance assessment?"

"No." Huiming looked normal.

"Oh, teacher, I'm from Jin Province, and I'll go back tomorrow. This..."

Huiming understood what Yang Lingyue meant, and explained: "Whether it is local or out of town, the school will notify those who pass the art test by phone."

What else can be said, Yang Lingyue bowed as usual, and left the examination room with his bag on his back. He was completely relaxed and stood downstairs and stretched his back.

Then he called home to tell them that he had finished the exam and would be going back tomorrow, and naturally he had to give some instructions.

After that, Yang Lingyue took advantage of the light before he went to visit the Beijing Film Academy campus. This campus is known as "small but complete", but the jokes are full of calmness and confidence.

Because it is the filmmakers who come out of this small place that participate in the filming of domestic films up to 70% every year.

Still saw many familiar faces, Yang Lingyue was still like a passerby, not chatting with anyone.

Occasionally someone's eyes stayed on him, but he never responded.

When you are penniless, it is more important to cultivate yourself.

Even if you have future memories, you still have to remember to grow up in a sleazy way and don't waste time.