these years

Wang Lijun was awakened by a cough.

He reached into the quilt, groped for a while, and took out a look. It was a tape, and he wrote "Leon Wang Lijun Mandarin Selected", accompanied by a picture of Zhang Wang Lijun scratching his head and posing.

Wang Lijun took a closer look and found that there were several stacks of tapes at the end of the bed. He flipped through them and found that they were all Wang Lijun's Mandarin selections.Seeing so many of you posing at the same time is a little uncomfortable.

Wang Lijun never imagined that in the past thousands of days and nights, Chen Li regarded him as his only spiritual sustenance.Because his mother loved Wang Lijun very much before she was alive, and his father and Wang Lijun are indeed somewhat similar.After his parents passed away, Chen Li was dependent on others, and he was completely unable to support himself, and outsiders' explanations were only scratching the surface.In the endless depression, he had no choice but to block external communication, plunge into the imaginary world, and resist reality with fantasy chasing stars.Anyway, everyone is chasing after Wang Lijun, not one of them.

In his fantasy, Wang Lijun has the personality of his father, and he can perform many father-son scenes with him at any time in his mind.Occasionally, Chen Li would even call his father to the poster, but he would get under the covers immediately after he called, screaming silently with shame, and would only poke his head out to catch his breath when he was too bored.

For precocious people, obscenity is very shameful.But this is actually nothing, after all, satisfying fantasy is the only function of an idol.It's just that this fantasy is a little too tragic.

When Wang Lijun flipped through the tapes, Chen Li had already woken up, but he closed his eyes tightly and shrunk into a ball, so embarrassed that he dared not admit that the pile of tapes was his own.He actually has a feeling of being close to his hometown towards "Dad", and he never thought that he could lie in "Dad"'s arms and sleep for a night.Although Wang Lijun didn't sleep well and was kicked out of bed three times a night, he never complained about it.

Fortunately, Wang Lijun didn't ask about the origin of those things.Then they got up to wash, and each changed their clothes. Chen Li hurried to the training center, and the soles of his feet were smeared with oil, leaving Wang Lijun to take care of himself slowly.

It's not over until it's done.He has been away for many years, and now he is returning to his hometown. According to the rules of the house, he has to go to pay his respects to a few elders who are too old to leave the house.Along the way, he met many of his peers, shook hands and bowed until about ten o'clock before going to the dining room for breakfast.

This is the third batch of breakfast.The first batch is for children, they sit in the department, get up before dawn to practice, they are extremely arduous, and their spirit is superb, the so-called winter practice is three nines, summer practice is also true; the second batch is for adults, they go to work, take care of the big and small affairs of the theater, Guan Zhaimen was born, aged, sick and died, and his work and rest were considered normal; the third batch was for idlers to eat, and they were discriminated against for eating idle meals, and those who were not physically disabled really dared not eat casually.

Wang Lijun is having a casual meal, soy milk with fried dough sticks.A woman next to her asked, what else would you like to eat?

Without thinking about it, he subconsciously said that after finally coming back, he wanted to eat some boiled mutton.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it. When he wanted to change to the previous practice, the master asked with a strange smile, do you always want to eat something?If you want to eat boiled mutton, you will be beaten on the spot—prodigal son, who have you seen get up early in the morning to eat boiled mutton?

But the female relative hurriedly responded, and hurriedly ordered people to go down to make arrangements, saying that they would be able to eat at noon.

The deep-fried dough sticks were soaked in soy milk, and seeing that they were soft, Wang Lijun plunged his chopsticks into it, but couldn't pick up the deep-fried dough sticks for a long time—he was stunned.It turns out that many things have changed without knowing it.

After Wang Lijun finished his meal, he hurriedly fled the dining room, because he was flattered there and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He went out of the dining room and walked on the porch. The courtyard was covered with white snow, and there were only a few scattered red papers embedded in the snow, like a New Year's notice.

Crossing the snow-covered atrium, Wang Lijun saw from a distance that it seemed that someone was squatting under the hanging flower gate. When he got closer, it was Chen Li.

Wang Lijun asked, "Hey, haven't you gone to practice?"

Chen Li raised his head abruptly, and he saw, in the snowy light on the ground, his father was smiling and looking at him with his hands behind his back.

Chen Li suddenly fell into a dream, he murmured, Dad, Dad.

Fortunately, he was vigilant, and before he could utter the word dad, he quickly changed his name and called out, little uncle.Qi is like a gossamer.

He murmured again: "It's late, the door of the training center is closed... I can't get in."

Wang Lijun's heart was broken again, and he quickly comforted: "When the time comes, I will talk to your master, and I will say that I delayed you. It's okay." At the same time, he was thinking wildly, thinking of ways to please. "Want to set off firecrackers?"

"I don't like to set off firecrackers. If they are set off, there will be no more."

"At least the firecrackers have been fired, just to make it lively, that's enough."

"It only goes off for a few seconds, it's no fun. Let's leave the firecrackers there and let's not move."

Wang Lijun was stunned again, and after a while, he said, "You are very similar to a friend of mine when you say this."

But when he thought about it carefully, he didn't feel like it. Christian cherishes fireworks and pities their ephemerality; while Chen Li doesn't want to have them once, but only wants them to last forever.The former is open-minded, while the latter is evasive, the difference is still very big.

They haven't spoken to each other since.And under the protection of the vertical flower gate, the two stood up and squatted down, looking at the courtyard.It's snowing again.

They looked at it for a while, and after a while, a female family member ran over. She said that someone was waiting in the garden of the outer house and said she wanted to see Wang Lijun.

Wang Lijun scolded in his heart, didn't he tell him to wait outside.He hurried out of the inner house and went to the garden of the outer house to see a man standing under a tree with snow piled up on the shoulders of his black coat.

Hearing the voice, the man turned around, his complexion was white, his brows were deep, it was a foreign face.

Qiao Weidong turned around and saw it was him, his spirit froze, he quickly patted the white snow on his sleeve, and put on a flattering smile, as if he was meeting the Holy Spirit, but it was only a thousand miles away.He knew that something was wrong with him, and now he came here to apologize.

Ever since Wang Lijun went north, Qiao Weidong's life has been muddled.Even James Goldberg asked him, you haven't packed your luggage yet, what are you waiting for?Do you want to go to the UK?

Qiao Weidong always sighed and said, come on, come on, I'll go back and get the documents.

On the day when the deadline for submitting materials was due, Qiao Weidong was still forced to pick up the documents.He didn't find it in his rented house, and after digging through boxes and cabinets, he realized that the things might be in Wang Lijun's house.

So he drove up the mountain again, searched in the house on the top of the mountain, and finally found it in Wang Lijun's bedside table.He flipped through the drawers, feeling very dazed. He had always thought about immigrating with Wang Lijun, but now that he was leaving alone, he couldn't think of what would happen in the future.

He finally found his ID, only to find some documents under it.He took it out and saw that it was a judicial decision.

The verdict shows that Wang Lijun submitted an application to emigrate to the UK as early as [-], but the application was rejected in [-].The judgment stated that the Immigration Bureau found that Leon Wong was a member of the Hong Kong gangsters. In addition to engaging in gangster activities, he also laundered money for the gangs by filming movies, so the application was not accepted.

In [-], Wang Lijun resubmitted the application, but this time it was still rejected.Wang Lijun refused to accept the result, so he appealed. This appeal lasted for two years, but finally he got a judgment of the British High Court.According to the judgment, relevant evidence shows that Leon Wong is undoubtedly an important member of the Hong Kong underworld. His transnational activities may endanger national security and the personal safety of citizens, so his immigration application will not be accepted.

Qiao Weidong put down the sentence, and only then did he finally understand that Wang Lijun was not cowardly.He has no choice.

Since you want to go back, go back, Rory, let's see if you can.Qiao Weidong held the verdict with one hand, and slapped himself with the other.

Seeing that Qiao Weidong surrendered first, the tension on Wang Lijun's body was relieved at once, and the two of them didn't like to compete.

But he couldn't let Qiao Weidong go, so he seized the opportunity to sarcastically say, "Hey, haven't you been supporting British imperialism?"

Qiao Weidong suddenly felt embarrassed, so he could only stick to the spot, hold back for a long time, and finally said: "I, I want to come back and contribute to socialism."

Wang Lijun said: "What a fart you contribute, you are not even a party member."

Qiao Weidong defended: "I joined the league as early as junior high school! I am an activist—"

Wang Lijun sneered: "If you didn't pay the tour fee, you would have been automatically expelled."

Qiao Weidong said: "I don't believe it, I'm going to read the chapter."

Wang Lijun put his hands in his pockets and stared coldly, to see what tricks he could come up with.

Qiao Weidong pretended to leave, took two steps in the opposite direction, and hurried back.He couldn't go on with the play, and had nothing to say, so he clasped his hands together and kept shaking them, begging for forgiveness.

Wang Lijun finally couldn't hold it anymore, he sneered, turned his head to the side, and when he finished laughing, he turned around and cursed: "Idiot."

Qiao Weidong clasped his hands together and pressed them tightly against his face, while staring at a pair of big eyes, which were shining like cartoons.

He said, "Yeah."

Qiao Weidong came just in time, it was New Year's Eve, and Wang Lijun was going to a banquet.The dinner was organized by Qiu Yuanzheng to welcome him back to the mainland, and there will be many people from the State Administration of Film and Television at the table.It's about the future, and we should perform well. This will be the first battle back home.

Qiao Weidong was sitting in the living room. He peeled melon seeds, threw them into his mouth, and asked, "What banquet is coming?"

Standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom, Wang Lijun looked at it for a while, and he was quite satisfied when he saw the person in the mirror, dressed in black and snow-skinned, with a fresh complexion.He picked up the end of the scarf and threw it back, very coolly: "Hongmen Banquet, worship the mountain!"

The dinner was arranged in a high-end restaurant. Qiu Yuanzheng arrived first and arranged all the big and small things properly, so I invite everyone to sit down.

There was a crowd in the room, Wang Lijun held up the wine glass and was in charge of toasting, and Qiu Yuanzheng introduced everyone on the table one by one: this is the director of such and such, and that is the section chief of so and so—the countless faces are changing rapidly like a fast-cut camera , until the last face appeared.

This man was in his thirties, not tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a flat head and a straight face, showing signs of getting fat.He looks mediocre, but his acting skills are impressive and well-known. He once won the tears of the whole of China with the image of a filial son in a family drama.It's a pity that mainland China is not like Hong Kong and Taiwan. It is not happy to be king and hegemony. The media are only willing to praise him as a "capable faction" and have no other laurels.

This person is Zhang Xuejun[1].

Qiu Yuanzheng quickly said: "Jun'er, let me tell you, for you, Brother Xuejun drove here from Haimen today. This is really--brother is touched!"

The director also added: "Xuejun has been filming for the past few days, and finally went back home. He wanted to celebrate the New Year with his family. But! Yes!" He grabbed the wine bottle and paused on the table, "For you, Come too!"

Everyone chattered, Wang Lijun was about to thank, Zhang Xuejun quickly waved his hand, he said with a smile: "Not much to say, not much to say, it's all in the wine." So he also raised his glass and happily touched Wang Lijun. for a moment.

The section chief said again: "I didn't say, Li Jun, you and Xuejun are really destined. The Chang Gung Theater in your family couldn't continue to open in the past two years. It's still Xuejun. Hey, they said they want to support traditional culture. Development, and the century-old theater cannot be ruined by outsiders. So he bought the Chang Gung Theater out of his own pocket, so you are still a family?"

Wang Lijun had heard a little bit before that the theater was sold at a low price, but he didn't know that someone in the circle bought it.He thought to himself, buying by force at a low price, isn't this taking advantage of others' danger?He looked at Zhang Xuejun, who was still smiling kindly and toasting him, not seeing anything tricky.

Then Qiu Yuanzheng introduced Qiao Weidong.Everyone gathered together to look at Qiao Weidong carefully, and they were very cold about this foreign comrade, but when they heard that he was Chinese and a member of the Communist Youth League, everyone's cold immediately improved, and they dispersed with a sound.

The topic at the dinner table is always unprecedentedly grand.Everyone first imagined the grand occasion of Hong Kong's handover, and then discussed how to promote the integration of media culture in the three regions. In the end, they shook hands two by two and shed tears during the dinner. Whoever cried the most in the audience must be the director.He pulled out his vest and wiped his glasses, crying why everyone didn't get together earlier to brainstorm, otherwise the world's culture would have been unified long ago.

The director was crying, and said to Wang Lijun: "We are old, and the task of promoting domestic literature and art in the future will be handed over to you young people—" At this point, he reached out and stroked Wang Lijun's lush hair. He also said, "Look, how good it is to be young, how thick your hair is, when you get old, you will be just like me..."

Qiao Weidong quickly rehabilitated: "I can't, I think brother Lijun's father is old and has the same amount of hair as him?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment, in embarrassment.Wang Lijun wanted to cry with him, but he couldn't squeeze out any tears. He wanted to apologize at this moment, but he couldn't laugh. Qiao Weidong's words made him dumbfounded. It was really to death; Afterwards, he withdrew his embarrassing smile and resumed his silence again. The aggrieved gesture of pursing his lips and raising his head slightly seemed to despise the hypocrisy of everyone in the hall; The hot tea in the cold cup, because the corner of his mouth was grinning too much, unfortunately, the hot tea was blown to his face, scalding his teeth, he quickly raised his head, looked around, and sighed that no one saw it, otherwise it would damage his gentle image .

In the dead silence, I don't know who said something, good!The task of creating a better world is entrusted to you!The atmosphere came alive.

It was a night of fun for the host and guests, but it was actually meaningless.In Wang Lijun's life, the directors were just a flash in the pan. Only Zhang Xuejun, for fame and fortune, fought with him for most of his life.

At 23 o'clock, the dinner is over.If you live closer, you might be able to catch up with the firecrackers when you go home.

In order to show his love, the director sent a special person to drive Wang Lijun and the two back home. Wang Lijun thought about it, reported his home address, and still stopped at the entrance of the alley.

The two got out of the car and entered the alley.Walking, Wang Lijun was drunk, the cold wind picked up, he staggered two steps, and began to feel a little confused.In his confusion, he did not forget to sigh: "I used to think that the alley in my house was very wide, and there were few alleys in Beijing that could match it. Now I see it, why is it so narrow?"

Qiao Weidong echoed: "This alley is not as wide as our toilet, and we can reach the edge with just a stretch of our hands."

Wang Lijun said with a smile: "Blow it and you just--you can touch one and try?"

Qiao Weidong said: "Hey, if you still don't believe it, I'll show you." After speaking, he spread his arms, and tried to touch the walls on both sides under the dim yellow light in the alley.Qiao Weidong's arm span was almost two meters, and the alley was four meters wide, so he definitely couldn't touch it. Wang Lijun, amused, took his hand and spread his arms, so he could almost touch it.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be mentally handicapped. In the middle of the night, holding hands, they ran into the alley to touch the walls.An old man was passing by on a tricycle, but was blocked by an arm. He cursed, crazy.

Qiao Weidong blushed, and immediately withdrew his hand.Wang Lijun said: "What are you afraid of? There is no one."

Qiao Weidong said, "There is someone."

Wang Lijun said: "The old man...has already left on his bicycle."

Qiao Weidong said, "No, I said behind you."

Wang Lijun was terrified. He turned around suddenly and saw a child behind him.

It turned out to be Chen Li.Because the alley was too dark, he was ordered by the adults in his family to send a flashlight to Wang Lijun, so he has been waiting until now.

Knowing the reason, Qiao Weidong said angrily, "Is there something wrong with your family's brain? It's such a cold day, you ask the children to stay outside, and they eat the New Year's Eve dinner indoors?"

Wang Lijun sneered, and let out a long puff of white air from his mouth. He said: "If they can handle things... Is the Wang family as it is now?" walk home.

When they entered the house, the New Year's Eve dinner was over, and the firecrackers were also let off.After setting off the firecrackers, the children were so sleepy that they rolled back to their houses and went to sleep.In the end, this year is not kept.

In the courtyard, firecracker papers were scattered all over the ground, and the white snow was full of residual red, which was left for the women to clean up the next day.

Qiao Weidong looked at the huge courtyard, the lights had been turned off, it was empty and silent, only Chen Li was left waiting.He sighed, this is the Chinese New Year, there are always things in the world that start so vigorously, and always end in such a way.

They entered the inner hall, and the temperature in the room gradually cooled.Chen Li picked up the stove hook very skillfully, he wanted to make the fire hotter; Qiao Weidong went to prepare hot water for washing.As for Wang Lijun, he was unable to move, so he had to sit upright in the grand master's chair.This position, which symbolizes the highest authority of the whole family, now belongs to him.Because, he won the glory of the whole clan for the whole family.

Chen Li heated up the fire, and in the slightly elevated carbon monoxide concentration, Wang Lijun suffered from alcoholism and his whole body was on fire. For some reason, he wanted to cry again.The circles under his eyes were hot, but he tried his best to hold it back.Because the head of a family should not shed tears easily.

If he cries, the crying this time is different from the previous ones.In the past, he cried because of fear, anxiety, and sorrow.But crying this time is for the dust to settle.

To hold back his tears, he looked into the distance, through the open door, into the depths of the night.At this moment, the zero o'clock struck, and there were distant cheers, and many bunches of fireworks shot up into the sky, illuminating the continuous palace walls in the night.

The snow is falling again, this is the first snow on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

The snow was as big as a goose feather, and it was as grand as the Forty-Nine City.Wang Lijun looked at Xueluo, crying even more.

At this time, Qiao Weidong handed him a hot towel, but seeing that he didn't answer it, Qiao Weidong had no choice but to wipe his face directly.Covered with a hot towel, the field of vision was plunged into darkness. Wang Lijun's heart, which had been flying for a long time, finally landed in the long-lost warmth.

When the towel was lifted, he saw Qiao Weidong's face, Qiao Weidong was smiling, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were puzzled, as if asking him what he was thinking.

He was thinking that after ten years, he finally had his own home, and it was far better than the original home.

Seeing that he was silent, Qiao Weidong didn't force him to ask, but just took the stove hook from Chen Li's hand and told him to go back to the house quickly.

Wang Lijun stared at everything, watching Qiao Weidong busy, he said softly, Dongzai, hello to Dajia[2].

Qiao Weidong leaned the stove hook against the wall, and he seemed to have heard it, so he turned his head and smiled at him.

The blow finally knocked him down.Wang Lijun closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down his cheek. His expression was serene and holy, like becoming a Buddha in snow.

This is [-].

The first part of "These Years"

[1] Zhang Xuejun: The identity of this person can be seen in my novella "Common Industry Recruitment".

[2] Arrival: Cantonese.Literally means "worth a kiss", meaning worthy of love, cute, well done, etc.Because it is too nasty, men generally don't say this word to men.