dear dreamer

Many years ago, when Zhong Xing was a young literary and artistic youth, he himself adapted the "Heart Sutra" into a script and tried to participate in a drama festival.But in this story, the daughter who developed admiration for her father, the father who cheated on her daughter's classmate, and the mother who endured silently, the repressed and chaotic emotions throughout the story made the judges who were reviewing the script in the college at that time furious.

The gray-haired old teacher threw more than 20 pages of the script on Zhong Xing's face and shouted: Moral loss!

Zhong Xing was also furious, rolled up the script and slammed it on the table: You are old-fashioned!

The mentor broke out in a cold sweat, and pressed his head to make him bow his head and apologize to the authority.Zhong Xing couldn't follow through with his neck. When he returned to the dormitory, he thought about it and became more and more angry. In a fit of anger, he decided to give up the path of screenwriting and start learning to make films.

He is not a professional, but he has a lot of tenacity, and because of the addition of aesthetics, the short films he shoots are remarkable.At the last theater festival in college, a short film directed by him was selected for a national competition.It was the gray-haired old teacher who handed him the competition notice.Zhong Xing shook hands with him politely, and then heard him say: You are on the right path.

Many years have passed, and he is now a rookie director in the field of romantic literary and artistic films. However, he still has complicated feelings about the script that he wrote overnight.The road he couldn't go on and the script that couldn't be performed made him see the invisible shackles.

Luo Hengqiu didn't know that he still had such a period, but seeing that he was so absorbed in it, he felt at ease. "He knows you brought me here?" "I don't know." Luo Hengqiu whispered.

The conversation between the two stopped, and Zhong Xing quietly watched the whole scene from his seat.

The adapted "Heart Sutra" magnifies the seemingly invisible relationship between father and daughter: Xu Xiaohan directly said to Xu Fengyi, "You love Duan Lingqing, isn't it because she is like me?" There was no kiss, but in the end he braked urgently, stood up hurriedly and said no, let's stop, Xiaohan.

When Luo Hengqiu saw halfway, his heart was shaken violently, and he couldn't help but think of the part when Deng Tingge, who was 16 years old at the time, performed at the school celebration party.

It was a skit praising family affection and great love in the world, the title of which he could no longer remember.The girl who passed out on the sports field was rushed to the hospital, but the father who rushed to the hospital after receiving the notice learned that her daughter had leukemia.He broke down and cried outside the ward, turned around and walked to his daughter's bed, and tried to comfort her with a forced smile.The whole school took action and donated money and materials.When tens of thousands of dollars in change was delivered to his father, the hospital told him "we have misdiagnosed". An old man in his 40s squatted in front of the doctor and cried bitterly.The tens of thousands of dollars donated were finally sent to the Welfare Foundation by the girl, and were really used to help the poor and sick.

Luo Hengqiu's good brother is the leader of the host team of the party. He often takes the opportunity to watch the rehearsal of the party. Once he comes and goes, he sees the members of the sketch group who are facing each other behind the auditorium.

He couldn't forget the boy he met at the flag-raising ceremony for the first time, and he had a vague affection in his heart. During the routine rehearsal of the drum team in the last class of the afternoon, he would unconsciously turn his head towards the football field.

Luo Hengqiu only knew that the boy's name was Deng Tingge, the monitor of Class [-] of Senior High School, he was ranked second in the senior high school entrance examination that year, and he joined the football team not long after.Although he is a bench player, his bench position is only a runway away from the drum team's rehearsal venue.When Luo Hengqiu puffed his cheeks and blew the trumpet fiercely, his eyes would quietly drift there.

He found it very interesting when he saw Deng Tingge among the members of the sketch group.This boy seems to be a good athlete, and acting with a script is really not like his style.

However, he leaned on the bicycle and watched it for only seven or eight minutes before he was shocked.

Deng Tingge cried too much.

After the rehearsal that day, Luo Hengqiu quietly followed Deng Tingge with inexplicable thoughts.

He discovered that there was a section of the way home for the two of them that was the same.The two bicycles passed the landscape trees one after the other, passed the shadow cast by the king coconut, and passed the flow of people after get off work and school.Luo Hengqiu followed him all the way to the hospital.

Deng Tingge put his bicycle at the door of Shaxian snacks opposite the hospital, ordered steamed dumplings and sat on a small table and stool by the door, staring at the hospital while eating.

Luo Hengqiu followed him for several days before he finally understood what this man was doing

He was observing the people coming out of the hospital.

Some people look relaxed, some people are full of pain.Deng Tingge looked at it seriously but not rudely.Luo Hengqiu would order a cup of herbal tea from the herbal tea shop next to Shaxian snacks, and would quietly watch with Deng Tingge while leaning on his bicycle.

There are too many births, old ages, illnesses and deaths in the hospital, and sometimes family members do come out crying.At this time, Deng Tingge would concentrate a little bit, silently watching those crying people, and sometimes even forgot to put the dumplings in his mouth with the chopsticks in his hand.He frowned slightly, and his young and immature face showed sympathy, apology and concentration that Luo Hengqiu could never forget.

The expression was complex and vivid, and Luo Hengqiu suddenly felt that the peers he was watching might have a universe that he couldn't understand.

Later, he went directly to greet Deng Tingge.

Deng Tingge remembered him, stood up with a swipe and thanked him.The two shared the basket of steamed dumplings, and Luo Hengqiu took the opportunity to get some words out of Deng Tingge.

Although it was only a ten-minute skit, Deng Tingge was very, very serious.He carefully pondered the thoughts of a man in his 40s facing the sad news of his only daughter's illness, and he has basically figured it out; now he is troubled by the latter part.

"There should be sorrow and joy, but more sorrow, or more joy?" Deng Tingge murmured.

Luo Hengqiu couldn't give him any advice, so he chatted with him.It was also from this day that the two truly "know each other".

Back then, he could go to the hospital every day to observe other people's expressions, but now he can't find a reference for this drama.

For a father who enjoys the adoring gaze of his daughter, how can there be such a ready-made character?

Yet Deng Tingge still shocked him.

He behaves steadily and gracefully, just like a successful man with a good education and a wealthy family.He was able to handle the three women around him with ease, but he showed a slumped panic when his daughter Xu Xiaohan pressed her every step of the way.Deng Tingge lowered his voice, calling for "Xiao Han" sometimes hot, sometimes hesitant, sometimes flustered.Compared with other characters in the play, Xu Fengyi does not have overly intense lines and emotional expressions, but he is like a huge and heavy shadow, firmly covering the family and the stage.At the end of the second act, Xu Fengyi put away the newspaper, turned around and kissed his wife, hugged and said goodbye to his daughter, and then left home to work.The magnitude of the two hugs is not the same, and the reactions of the two women are completely different.Naturally, Deng Tingge's body and expression also had subtle changes: when he kissed his wife's forehead, he was an affectionate husband, and the arm resting on his daughter's waist hesitantly clenched his fist revealed his inner secrets that could not be revealed to others.

An elegant yet despicable man, Luo Hengqiu thought.Even so, he was about to be fascinated by the fake gentleman on the stage.

"How?" After the performance, Luo Hengqiu asked Zhong Xing.

Zhong Xing let out a long breath, with no special expression on his face: "It's a little better than expected."

Luo Hengqiu smiled and stood up: "That's more than one point. Let's go, I'll take you to the backstage to find him."

"You little friend..." Zhong Xing said as he walked, "You have aura, but you lack ambition."

"What do you mean?"

Zhong Xing said with a smile: "Many students of his age have a kind of idealism. They think that it is enough for them to act well and study deeply, and there is no need to get involved in other things. It is good to be serious, but Efforts with unclear goals and directions are actually a waste of time. Looking at his performance just now, he could have been better, even more eye-catching than the main character Xu Xiaohan. But he didn’t. The role assignment in a play really needs Balance, but the competition between actors is also essential. Your children lack this kind of competitive spirit. Without a competitive spirit, you will never be able to get out. The smell of wine is not afraid of the depths of the alley? I don’t believe this kind of words. Ideal One step further than doctrine is just a fantasy.”

He spoke one child at a time, and Luo Hengqiu felt uncomfortable when he heard it.

"You are only a few years older than us, what a kid." Luo Hengqiu said, "Be respectful."

Zhong Xing: "Tsk tsk. Terrible."

Luo Hengqiu ignored him and led him backstage.

Deng Tingge brought him here several times, and he greeted people he knew briefly along the way while looking for Deng Tingge.

The performance had just ended, and the atmosphere backstage was very lively.Some drama fans went backstage and chatted loudly with the actors. Luo Hengqiu could only feel the buzzing in his ears, but this lively scene made him a little happy.To be honest, he has watched so many performances by Deng Tingge and his theater company, none of which was more enthusiastic than "Heart Sutra".

Deng Tingge should be very happy.Luo Hengqiu thought that he would give him another gift that made him happier.

When Deng Tingge was found, he was arguing fiercely with someone in the corner of the backstage.

"This doesn't match what's stated in the contract, and we can't accept it." He said in a strong tone, "You also checked when the props were rented, and it was clearly written on the list."

"Is it written on the list which one is damaged?" The middle-aged man in front of him was not to be outdone, and suddenly raised his voice, "Now there is something wrong with the screen, the table and chairs are not complete, and the list is not clear. That's your problem."

Before Deng Tingge could make a sound, a thin young man standing beside him pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and angrily scolded: "You guys are too dishonest in doing business! Profiteers!"

"Xiao Liu!" Deng Tingge hastily tugged at him.

However, the man in front of the two of them exploded in anger, cursing endlessly: "I'll fuck you..." He started cursing, and the wooden stick in his hand was already raised high.

Luo Hengqiu was shocked, and rushed forward together with other people in the backstage who saw that the situation was not good.

Deng Tingge pinched the man's wrist with some force, and instantly snatched the stick away.He shielded the young man with glasses behind him, and said in a stern voice: "I'll say it again, follow the rules! Everything is according to the contract, yes yes, no yes no. But you'd better apologize to our people first." The stick that came down was held in his hand and pointed straight at the middle-aged man.

The situation suddenly reversed, and those who rushed over stopped in their tracks.

Luo Hengqiu felt that this kind of Deng Tingge was very different from his own perception.He was dazed for a moment before realizing that Deng Tingge and his colleagues supported the drama club, stayed in this unknown place with no equipment for so long, and maintained good cooperative relations with so many brother schools. A soft persimmon that people can handle.

This fact made Luo Hengqiu feel a little inexplicable.At this moment, he finally felt that it might not be a good thing for him to rashly bring Zhong Xing here.

In the end, the middle-aged man still charged the prop rental fee as stated in the contract, and walked away resentfully.Deng Tingge comforted the young man with glasses for a while, and when he turned around to see Luo Hengqiu, the haze on his face was swept away, and his eyes lit up.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Deng Tingge strode over, "I'll reserve a VIP seat for you."

Before finishing a sentence, Deng Tingge had already seen Zhong Xing behind Luo Hengqiu.Zhong Xing smiled politely at him.Deng Tingge's smile still remained on his face, but there were some doubts in his eyes: "New audience?"

"Well, I came to see your performance." Luo Hengqiu introduced to him, "This is my good friend, Zhong Xing. You should have seen his movie."

Deng Tingge was stunned for a moment, looking at Luo Hengqiu as if he didn't believe it, and then at Zhong Xing: "The director of "The Hill Without Wind" and "Yesterday" is Zhong Xing?"