Drifting Between Film and Reality

"What do you think of Xiwen?" Master Duan was practicing calligraphy, the soft brush was dipped in ink, and the characters written on the paper were full and steady, which was Mao Zedong's "Spring Snow in the Garden"

The last stroke of the word "Chao" fell off the paper. Master Duan smiled with satisfaction, changed a piece of paper, and handed the pen to Yu Ziye: "You also come and write."

Yu Ziye held the pen until a drop of ink landed on the paper, then Yu Ziye smiled and wrote Haizi's "Facing the Sea in Spring Blossoms" on the paper.

Duan Ye was a little surprised: "Why did you write this song?"

Yu Ziye shook his head, but did not answer: "Xiwen is very good, she wants to behave well in front of her parents, but she is actually a very lively girl."

Master Duan didn't bother: "Haha, little girl. The handwriting is good, the edge is restrained, and it's hidden. It's almost surpassing me."

"It's still far away." Yu Ziye replied flatly with lowered eyes.

What did Master Duan want to say, Yu Ziye's cell phone rang, picked it up, and the word "Xiwen" was displayed on the screen.

Master Duan laughed, patted Yu Ziye on the shoulder, Yu Ziye pointed outside, and went out to answer the phone.

"I gave the USB flash drive to my dad." Ding Xiwen didn't say a word, and was even a little anxious, "What's wrong with you giving me the USB flash drive! Why do you still have your own data, I can't delete it! Duan Zhe gave it away if he committed a heinous crime, But you don't have to!"

Yu Ziye had already guessed the purpose of the call, and after a moment of silence, he said calmly: "I sorted out the information, and I also set it up."

"Father has raised me for nearly 20 years. No matter what, he's the only one going in. I'm an asshole."

"..." Ding Xiwen didn't expect this to be the reason, she was very puzzled, "Then why do you still have to hand over this kind of evidence?"

"Father has harmed many people and wants me to take over his business. I used to think it didn't matter, but now I want to resist." Yu Ziye didn't want to explain too much, "Since you have handed over to your father, I'll just wait for the news .”

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xiwen felt that Yu Ziye was simply unreasonable. What kind of theory are these!

Yu Ziye called Kong Nuanyang: "Nuanyang."

Kong Nuanyang was practicing the piano. After answering the phone, he hung up an earphone, fiddled with the strings lightly, and hummed lightly.

Yu Ziye felt his eyes a little sore when he heard the guitar sounds from time to time, and he couldn't even say those words.

Listening to the almost inaudible breathing, Nuan Yang played "Just Met You" again.

"Nuanyang." Listening to the familiar melody, Yu Ziye called her softly.

"Ah."

"Warm sun."

"Ok?"

"I want to call you."

"Cotyledons."

"You want to call me too?" Yu Ziye's eyes were already red, and he tried his best to control his choked voice.

"I love you. I just met you. I met you in the practice room that day. It was my happiest day." Kong Nuanyang still plucked the strings. How happy you are, usually you always smile, but I think you are unhappy."

"Later you chased me, I was still at a loss, you obviously don't like me."

"But I can't control myself. Seeing you smiling at me gently, I like it very much."

"When I find out, I'm already completely yours."

"At that time, I also realized that you are different from before. Your smile began to warm up. I can feel your heartfelt feelings. I know you are happy."

"Nuanyang." Yu Ziye raised his hand to cover his eyes, everything in front of him was blurred, so he didn't need to look at it.

"What are you going to do, just do it, I'll wait for you."

"Remember, I love you."

"En." Yu Ziye's voice finally became nasal, "Nuanyang."

"Ah."

"Warm sun."

"I'm here."