There are always some amazing people on set

The next day, the two of them hang out until noon before lazily getting up, Brother Heng is still in the state of opening his mouth for tea, but Meng Jinghan is serving tea and water with a silly smirk, but he doesn't feel like a little daughter-in-law at all.

Anyway, they dawdled repeatedly, and it was already past two o'clock to go out.

When he reached the entrance of the theater, Ji Ziheng was not in a hurry to go in, and walked into the alley to look around.

"The change is not as big as I imagined." Brother Heng touched the brick wall where the tree trunk was intertwined, and pointed to the ceramic sparrow at the bottom of the tree. "That little ornament has been around for two or three years."

"Well……"

"Are there still 'Seven Rings of Silver Flowers' next door?"

"Uh, I don't know." Although we stayed for a while, everyone only came here for rehearsals. Meng Jinghan, who originally wanted to come and observe often, gave up after two or three times. He was the elder brother of the volunteer who reported the way back then.

"That's it." Brother Heng picked a stool under the shade of a tree and sat down. "In the past, there were six or seven troupes in this alley. Everyone knew each other. They even organized joint activities. Each troupe performed in its own small theater. Then set up small vendors in this alley, and on summer nights, besides selling theater tickets, they also sell lemon love jade, that time I was in charge of the stall, and the owner next door invited me to eat ice-cold Xiaoyu watermelon.”

Brother Heng spoke very plainly, but Meng Jinghan felt that his expression was intoxicated.

"Look at that," Brother Heng pointed to the nearby tall mango tree, "We went to pick it before, and it turned into green mangoes, which are delicious.

"But since Fu Wei, who can make mango greens, went to teach tap dancing full-time, he hasn't eaten it."

"Yeah." Meng Jinghan could only sit next to him, unable to speak.

From Brother Heng's words, apart from feeling that he didn't have time to participate in those things, the other feeling is probably a bit similar to the view that being poor is happy.

Meng Jinghan actually doesn't quite understand this part. The reason why he took online modeling and other part-time jobs when he was in college is actually just to earn living expenses.That... the pursuit of pure spiritual prosperity, he even felt a little unrealistic.

It's troublesome to have no dreams.

The only goal is money. The job I do now is for money besides my mother's wish and a bit of self-esteem.

Can I really get along well with Brother Heng who is so philistine and busy?

Every day when I open my eyes and think about it, there are vague interests and interests, whether it is the smile on his face, the interpersonal relationship he is trying to maintain, or the worry about not being professional enough and desperately improving his acting skills, isn’t it a kind of fear to put it bluntly?

Don't want to disappoint, don't want to be eliminated.

Until now, he doesn't know whether he is active or passive, and he always lives very hard, but he doesn't know whether this kind of hard work is right.

Meng Jinghan leaned against the brick wall and looked at the blue sky. There was no cloud in the sky, which was similar to his ignorance.

Brother Heng was probably moved, or at least missed.

Meng Jinghan looked at his sweetheart and then lowered his head to think about himself, as if one trouble was solved, the next trouble would follow.

"Jing Han? Bring friends?" Xiaoqing's motorcycle turned a small arc and slid in front of them.

"That's right, this is Brother Heng, a colleague and friend." Meng Jinghan smiled without hesitation, "Brother Heng, this is Xiaoqing, our administrator."

"Hi." Ji Ziheng just nodded briefly.

"Hello, hello!" Xiaoqing set up the jamb and parked the motorcycle by the wall, "Aren't you going in? You can visit the inside if there is no rehearsal!"

Meng Jinghan gave Brother Heng a questioning look, and the latter nodded.

"Haha, okay, otherwise you should be busy first, I will take him in later."

"OK──" Xiaoqing opened the door and went in, "That's it for now."

They wandered outside for a while before entering the door. Brother Heng is familiar with the door and knows the old Japanese-style sliding door. Japanese room.

"Are you also playing here?"

"Yeah." Meng Jinghan dragged a futon to Brother Heng, and took one for himself, "There is only room here, haha."

Brother Heng smiled, stretched his fingers to the small gap between the tatami and the wall, and lifted it up with some skill.

"what?"

"Shhh, it's a secret. Come on, let me pass."

Meng Jinghan immediately stopped talking, moved his position seriously and squatted next to Brother Heng, watching him remove the tatami mats with ease, underneath was the old wooden floor, one of the boards was broken in half and was not repaired, and the ants seemed to be alarmed After scurrying around, Brother Heng ignored them, and stretched out his hand directly. After fishing for a long time, his left hand seemed to be out of reach, so he simply changed his right hand and went down, only to pick up a small box.

"Then what?"

Ji Ziheng opened the small paper box that was long and thin like a pen packaging material, "Hat fringe."

When Ji Ziheng graduated that year, due to practical factors, some people went to work.

The group of people who were still staying in Xinfeng decided to go to the theater, and each of them hid the fringe of the graduation cap that the school gave them here. Ji Ziheng didn't remember what kind of mood it was, probably some kind of... obsession, right?

Put something that symbolizes graduation here, as if it can stay here forever.

Yuanyuan was the first to leave.

At first, the small box containing the tassels was still in the drawer. She said goodbye to everyone and was sent off. Then she took out a hat tassel from the small box and went to work as a tour guide.

After delivering Yuanyuan, everyone packed up the pizza boxes and beer cans all over the floor. Whoever noticed the small box on the table first, anyway, one of them suggested, "Can you put it under the floor?"

The people who stayed behind didn't say much, looked at each other a few times, and nodded in agreement one by one.

Together, in the great emptiness of the carnival's end, they hid the box of hat tassels.

Meng Jinghan looked at the only one left, and didn't know how to comfort Brother Heng.

As a result, Brother Heng stuffed the box directly into his hand. Before he could shirk it, Brother Heng picked up the tatami and put it back carefully, with a look of "Don't you see that I don't have it in my hand?"

"……thanks."

"It's not for nothing," Brother Heng glanced at this familiar space, "I graduated, but you haven't."