we are not familiar [entertainment circle]

Aunt Zhao went downstairs with the garbage, and someone piled up some sundries at the corner, blocking the stairs just enough for one person to pass by.

"Who is this..." Aunt Zhao picked it up casually, and put some old textbooks in the box, and opened it with the name of the son of the family upstairs.

"I knew it was their family, and they have always been so ungrateful." Aunt Zhao muttered as she walked on.

They live on the third floor, and have been at loggerheads with the family on the fourth floor.This building was originally an old house decades ago, located in an urban village, and it was heard that it would be demolished soon.

Anyway, all the demolition funds have been taken, and it won’t be long to fight with them. Thinking about it this way, Aunt Zhao threw the garbage into the recycling bin, humming a little song, and was about to turn around. A blue Porsche parked on the side of the road caught her attention.

The people living in this area are all poor people, or renting houses to live and work. Not to mention Porsches, there are not many private cars. Such a shiny car is still a bit conspicuous.

Aunt Zhao thought to herself whose car this was, it didn't make sense that she, a ten-year-old resident, didn't know.Immediately, she saw two people standing beside the car. They were both tall and tall. Although they were dressed in ordinary clothes, they looked like ordinary people - of course, this judgment was made based on the car next to them.

She just felt that these two people looked familiar, but she couldn't figure it out after standing there thinking for a long time.

Instead, it was one of the shorter boys who talked to her. He had a small face and round eyes, and he looked very cute when he smiled, "...Aunt Zhao?"

As soon as she heard this name, she was quite familiar with her, Aunt Zhao pointed to herself, "You call me?"

"Well," the young man nodded, "it's me."

Aunt Zhao took a closer look at the two people again, "Oh my god, oh, this is Qiao Chuyang? Then Wei and Weifeng next to you? Let me tell you that the little girls in my unit like you all the time..."

Seeing that she recognized him, Qiao Chuyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Long time no see."

Aunt Zhao walked over, "That's right, it's been six or seven years, and now you are getting more and more handsome. I often see you on TV. A while ago, I thought there was a big star in our place. Really. mustn't..."

Wei Feng went to Aunt Zhao's house with Qiao Chuyang. When going upstairs, the three of them could only pass the corner of the stairs sideways. The steps were made of cement, and there were more or less gaps on each step.

"The house on the fourth floor is not of quality now, unlike when you lived here..." Aunt Zhao poured water for the two of them.

The house was renovated many years ago. The door is an old-fashioned wooden door. Sitting in the living room, you can see the kitchen over there. The walls are blackened by years of oily smoke.The cups that Aunt Zhao poured water for them were given by the supermarket promotional event, and there were supermarket advertisements printed on it.

"There's no good tea, it's just that the boy's father sent it out during the Chinese New Year." Aunt Zhao seemed a little embarrassed. The two people obviously didn't get along with this house. "You...how did you come here?"

"It's nothing, I just want to come back and take a look," Qiao Chuyang said, and handed a bag in his hand to Aunt Zhao, "This is a pastry from Xunfangzhai, I thought I would take it with you if you still live here , I didn’t expect you to actually live here.”

Aunt Zhao took it, "What else do you bring... The house is so expensive now, I can't afford the down payment, where can I move..."

After Qiao Chuyang's mother passed away, he lived in his uncle's house for a short period of time, and soon moved out. He rented a room on the fourth floor of this house. He lived there for three years and didn't leave until the college entrance examination was over. .

At that time, the fourth floor was still low-rent housing, and the owner put several double-layer wooden canopy beds in it, which were specially rented out to workers on nearby construction sites.Among the group of old men who smelled of sweat, there was only a half-grown kid like Qiao Chuyang.

After Aunt Zhao downstairs knew him, she felt distressed that he had lost his family, so she occasionally asked him to have dinner at home.But Qiao Chuyang was thin-skinned, and after going there a few times, he didn't want to go there, but he always remembered this kindness in his heart.

"Speaking of which, I still have a few photos of you here," Aunt Zhao suddenly remembered, and began to look through the TV cabinet next to her, "Where did you go..."

However, Wei Feng noticed that Qiao Chuyang beside him suddenly became tense, his body tensed up, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Chuyang showed an embarrassed smile on his face, and replied, "It's nothing."

"I found it!" Aunt Zhao took out a few photos from a large photo album, "At that time, my father liked to take pictures, and he insisted on pulling people to take pictures. Now that I think about it, I took these photos."

She put the photo on the table and said with a smile: "Look, I have never shown it to outsiders. Who would have thought that the black boy has become a big star now..."

In her emotional voice, Wei Feng looked for Qiao Chuyang in the photo with interest, but he didn't recognize him for a long time.

Here are a few group photos. It can be seen that there is Aunt Zhao on it, and a little girl with two braids, which should be her daughter, and a slightly bald man, who should be the "baby, his father" in her mouth. ".Other than that, there is only a short and fat young man, whose weight is estimated to be nearly two hundred catties, and his eyes looking at the camera are a bit dull, his skin is two degrees darker than the person next to him...

Wait a minute, is this Qiao Chuyang?

Wei Feng turned to look at him in shock, Qiao Chuyang covered his face in shame, "I didn't expect Aunt Zhao to keep these photos..."

"That's not true." Aunt Zhao sold him even more thoroughly, "Can't you recognize him? Qiao Chuyang was so fat back then, when he came to my house to eat and sit on the stool, the wooden stool creaked."

Wei Feng picked it up and took a closer look. The technique of photographing the person was not very good, so he shot the person from a slightly higher overlooking angle, making the person shorter.However, it was taken very clearly. Qiao Chuyang above was standing under the sun, and the background was taken downstairs of this building. There was no smile on his face, and his brows were slightly frowned.

It can be seen that he is a young man, but he has no vitality at all.

"Don't look at it..." Qiao Chuyang snatched the photo, "I was really fat back then..."

When the two came out of Aunt Zhao's house, Qiao Chuyang glanced at Wei Feng and said, "Laugh if you want."

Wei Feng teased him, "I don't really want to laugh when I laugh, I want to know how you got so fat."

The current Qiao Chuyang is really very thin. During this period of time, he has less work and more rest time, and eats well, so he has gained a little flesh, but only a little bit.When he was sleeping at night, he could still feel his distinct ribs. Wei Feng really couldn't imagine how he became like that.

"Wrong, you should ask me how I lost weight," Qiao Chuyang pouted, and the two of them walked along the small road in the village in the city. Tall evergreen trees were planted by the roadside. Casting some shade, "I was a fat kid and have always been that fat."

He was born prematurely and was two catties thinner than others when he was born, so his parents fed him very well.Later, his mother took him to live alone, and she didn't want to shorten anything for him to eat, so compared with the height, it was the weight that doubled.

It wasn't until his mother died and he lived here alone that he gradually lost weight.

"At that time, I had very little money for meals every day. I forgot the exact amount. Anyway, it was only enough for one steamed bun in the morning, noodles and the like at noon, and one meal in the evening," Qiao Chuyang recalled the past, "In the beginning I was always hungry, and when I walked along the road and smelled cooking in restaurants, I would drool."

"Then what happened next?" Wei Feng asked with a gentle voice.

The two of them walked to a simple community park. Not far away, a mother and son were playing on a slide, so they sat on a bench.

"Later... Later, I got used to being hungry, my appetite became smaller, and I gradually lost weight." Qiao Chuyang simply skipped the difficult memories in the middle.

Wei Feng thought of the 15-year-old Qiao Chuyang in those photos. His face was not tanned, but an unhealthy complexion revealed by malnutrition. A child in the growth period lived in such a place and ate food every day. Not full, how painful should it be?

"That's why every fat man is a potential stock!" Qiao Chuyang stood up suddenly, stretched his waist in a strange posture, and looked up at the sky above his head through the leaves.

Wei Feng stood up and wiped the tears on his face that he couldn't hold back even if he raised his head, "Well, potential stocks."

"Go back." Qiao Chuyang felt embarrassed for crying so easily. Why did he suddenly become so sentimental recently, crying for everything.

"Go back," Wei Feng said, walking back to the car side by side, "Is there anything else you want to see?"

"Hmm..." Qiao Chuyang thought for a while, and glanced at the street he had walked through countless times. There was still a coal stove at the entrance of a small shop at the front intersection, with steamed corn on it. And sweet potatoes, and meat-filled rice dumplings wrapped in rice dumpling leaves.

When the winter passed, the owner opened the lid, and the sweetness of the sweet potatoes was the most obvious, and he wanted to eat the rice dumplings from this shop the most when he was eating steamed buns.

"Let's go buy a zongzi to eat." Qiao Chuyang said.

Wei Feng was surprised by this sudden proposal, but still agreed, "Okay."

The shop owner was watching some game inside, Wei Feng put the money on the counter, and stood by the street to unwrap zongzi for Qiao Chuyang.

The glutinous rice is wrapped with two pitiful pieces of meat. The glutinous rice is over-steamed in the place without stuffing and tasteless, and the meat in the place with stuffing is very salty and not delicious.

Qiao Chuyang took a bite, savored it for a long time and said, "...So it's so unpalatable."

Wei Feng also took a bite and said, "Yes, it's really unpalatable."

The two looked at each other, and laughed loudly standing on the side of the street in the village in the city in the winter afternoon.

Passers-by who passed by looked at them strangely, but they didn't care what happened, and left without looking back.