artist funeral

I have lived for more than [-] years, and we have known each other for more than [-] years. The time we really get along with each other is actually only a short month, but every day is engraved in my mind and heart. It never feels short, and it used to be enough.I've probably had many dreams about you over the years.

When Wen Can returned home, his wife took his clothes, and he asked while changing his shoes, "Madam, what do you think is love?"

Although the wife didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, she still smiled and replied: "I think about it when I am far away, and I think about it when I am near. Usually, it is love."

Wen Can was puzzled: "Usually?"

The wife said, "Yes, it's very common. Everyone has it, and it's a must-have. What's so special about it?"

He didn't seem to get the answer: "That's it."

The wife asked, "Sir, what do you think love is?"

He changed his shoes and walked all the way to the sofa. When he sat down, the water his wife poured for him was also placed on the table.

He said: "It should be recited even when it is far away, and it will be remembered when it is alive or dead."

My wife has been husband and wife with him for so many years, and it seems that he seems to have more feelings than sadness after the funeral.From his eyes, he saw doubt and confusion, which did not belong to the confusion that this age should have.

Just like young people in their 20s, just graduated and entered the new world.That means the previous you is dead, and a new you has to be reconstituted.

But that was when I was 20 years old, still able to be reborn, full of infinite possibilities.Wen Can is now in his fifties, if he is more confused, it means that he may never survive again.

The wife looked at him in surprise, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Did something happen at the funeral?"

He suddenly laughed, patted his wife's hand, and said, "What can happen at a funeral? Someone died."

The wife saw that he seemed to be awake, and held his hand tightly in shock.

He knew that he had frightened his wife, so he touched her comfortingly and explained apologetically: It seems that I haven't learned how to face funerals yet.

Seeing that he was fine, his wife got up and went to the kitchen to continue making dinner.

He looked at her with a smile, and chatted casually with her across the living room.Even though he was still the same as before, he felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness.Suddenly he felt very tired, feeling that everything was being sucked away, only exhaustion was squeezing him, and he knew that this exhaustion might not be able to dispel for the rest of his life.

For a moment, he couldn't say anything, and he even forgot to pretend to comfort his wife.

He thought of that month many years ago.On the last day, a day of work.At night, they rolled up their trouser legs, sat outside the house in the wind and watched the moon, chatting without saying a word, the wind was cool and refreshing, and people did not know how tired they were.

Dongheng told Wen Can that the other actors will be in place tomorrow, and they will have to plant the land for a while.Wen Can realized that they had been living together for a month, and that time could pass so quickly and without thinking.

This Huatou is like a timer, counting down, tick tock.Wen Can smiled and didn't answer, so Dong Heng started talking about other things.As he was talking, he couldn't help laughing, and said: "I used to talk about the past life, present life and future life. I never believed it, but now I believe it a little bit."

Wen Can said with a smile, "It's ideal."

Dong Heng said: "No, I used to only think of the past and present after life and death. In fact, this life is also multiple lives."

Wen Can looked at him with a smile: "Childhood, youth, youth, old age?"

Dong Heng replied: "Well, or, a month ago, this month, and after today."

Dong Heng asked him again: "Do you know the allusion about Sansheng's fortune?" Wen Can nodded.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a monk named Yuan Ze who traveled to the Yangtze River with his good friend Li Yuan one day. When he saw a pregnant woman, Yuan Ze said that he would be reincarnated in the house of the pregnant woman in three days. Yuan met Yuan Ze again, who was a 12-year-old child. Yuan Ze sang: "The old spirit on the Sansheng Stone, don't talk about watching the moon and reciting the wind. I am ashamed of my lover who is far away from Xiangfang. Although the opposite sex will last forever in this life."

Wen Can looked away from him, looking at the moon in Xiaxuan, without saying a word for a long time.Dong Heng was sitting next to him, when he turned his head, Dong Heng's face came towards him, and Dong Heng kissed his lips lightly.He was startled, but he didn't push it away. He knew what this kiss represented, it was crossing the line.Apparently, Dong Heng also knew that Dong Heng didn't close his eyes, and looked straight at him, waiting for Wen Can's response.Should it be pushed away, or... Wen Can gently closed her eyes.

Wen Can closed his eyes, and Dong Heng's lips were not soft, but this kiss was enough for him to commemorate his whole life.Wen Can felt Dong Heng's lips leave, but he didn't open his eyes, as if opening his eyes meant that he was clearly separated from today.He heard Dong Heng say in his ear: "Sansheng is lucky."

Both of them knew that without that kiss, they would be the most talkative best friends.With this kiss, everything becomes different.After dawn, Dong Heng's wife arrived with the brigade. It was the first time Wen Can saw Dong Heng's wife. She was a very bright and capable woman.

The wife was still busy in the kitchen, he wanted to go over and say something to her, but he could only stare wearily.He realized that he would live like this for the rest of his life, and he felt unprecedented fear. If a person's life span was 70 years, he would still need another 20 years, which was terrible.

He took a look at the bag that Mrs. East Truss had just handed to him.Open it up and see that there is a notebook inside. The black cowhide notebook is a bit dilapidated and thick.Seeing that the paper seemed to have been turned over countless times, he flipped through it and recognized Dong Heng's handwriting.

The handwriting is very scribbled, and it looks like a random note at a glance.The content is very messy and disorderly, not even essays.It's just some trivial daily records, remember what comes to mind.Most of them are questions, both about movies and about human nature.

Some will appear with different handwriting underneath, and some will be blank.From these words, Wen Can could see the trajectory of Dong Heng's thoughts, and even know what happened to him and why he had such thoughts.

Wen Can closed the notebook, reluctant to read it again.He held the notebook and pressed it against his chest.The person who was supposed to leave did not actually leave, he was always there.In this way, communicate with him with thoughts, hasn't it always been like this between them.

Wen Can stood up, walked to the study, locked the lock lightly, sat in front of the desk, put on reading glasses, and opened the book again.

Open it from the middle at will, and look at the timeline. There are more than a dozen pages before and after the formation of "Empty Silence", with the same pen color and handwriting on the same day.

"I woke up from a dream last night, and suddenly heard the rain and the bell outside the window. I suspected that Mr. Wen was here, so I warmed up the wine and tea, and prepared for the night talk with candles. I thought a lot, and until dawn, I had the joy of enlightenment, and I shared it with you."

The next few pages are "a lot of self-thoughts" of that night, orderly in chaos, brisk and happy.Wen Can touched the words.Doubt you arrive at midnight?Or just meet in a dream.

Wen Can took off her glasses, hugged her notebook, and leaned against the back of the chair with a smile.I hope to get together in my dream tonight, to comfort you for many years of hard thinking, to talk about your life, to talk about your dreams, to feel that you have been intimate with you for many years, toast and then laugh and talk, it is already beyond life and death, what should you do, how are you doing today?

His wife asked him to go out for dinner. He put the book in the drawer, saw the folding fan Dong Heng gave him, and slowly opened it. On the blank fan, there was only an inscription in the lower right corner, which said "Sansheng Xingxing" in small seal.

He put away the fan. After adding a book to the empty drawer, the fan seemed less lonely. After closing the drawer, he walked out of the study. His wife had already prepared three dishes and one soup. It seemed that his wife knew that he was not in a good mood today. .

Sansheng is lucky... well, I am honored.