The wind lives in this life policy

Wen Yan didn't speak, until Feng Ce successfully walked from the door to the bed, and even fought back and forth several times until he reached the point of smooth flow, he didn't speak, but the light in his eyes became more and more bright.

Wen Chengjun watched from the side, knowing it well.

During this period of time, several actors came to audition for the role of Han Yun, but this was the first time she saw her father like this, and she almost watched the performance intently.

Because in the previous audition, Wen Yan closed his eyes a few times when he saw half of it.

Compared with the performances of those actors, this is also the first time Wen Chengjun saw someone walking back and forth in simple steps, as if they had to wait until they were sure they would not bump into anything before ending the performance. .

Wen Chengjun originally thought that his father wanted to watch the actors perform that kind of heart-wrenching psychological drama, and several actors had interpreted it in this way before. What's more, they knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, or were dumbfounded. Wen Chengjun just watched I felt desperate enough, but Wen Yan did not approve of it.

She didn't know what her father wanted to see. Isn't grief and despair the most normal reaction when a person faces a disability?

Finally, Wen Yan spoke.

"How did you feel when you hit the stool?"

Feng Ce recalled his feelings at that time, and said honestly, "It's really embarrassing." He never thought that one day, he would trip over a chair.

"Just feel embarrassed?" From the words and deeds just now, Wen Yan has already seen that this young man is arrogant and arrogant. It is natural to be embarrassed, but it should not only be embarrassed.

Wen Yan hopes that Feng Ce can feel something else, such as...

Feng Ce lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, "It's useless."

Wen Yan smiled slightly.

He asked again, "So, what happens after you feel useless?"

Feng Ce understood Wen Yan's intention, he raised his head and looked directly at Wen Yan, "Naturally try to find a way, it's no longer useless." This is also the reason why he walked back and forth countless times.

He can fall once, but he is not allowed to fall a second time in the same place.

Wen Yan nodded, turned his eyes away, stopped looking at Feng Ce, and stared at the gloomy sky outside the window for a long time.

Ye Xiaofeng quietly moved to Feng Ce's side, and asked him how he was doing, whether his knee hurt.

Feng Ce silently shook his head.

At this time, Wen Yan's voice sounded again.

"Can you play Han Yun well?"

As soon as these words came out, both Ye Xiaofeng and Wen Chengjun were stunned, and then looked at Feng Ce.

Feng Ce nodded, "I will try my best."

"I don't want to try my best, I want to have to." Wen Yan said decisively, "Ask again, can you?"

Ye Xiaofeng was taken aback by Wen Yan's harsh words, and subconsciously pulled Feng Ce's sleeve.

Feng Ce was really stunned by Wen Yan's question. After all, no one had ever dared to ask himself whether he could do it face to face, but when Feng Ce looked at Wen Yan and saw Wen Yan's lonely and old back, he immediately understood. come over.

This is a person who is dying, he is old, like the sun is setting, Han Yun may be the last character at the end of Wen Yan's life who can make him pour his emotions, he has no way out, let alone time To do it all over again, so he won't agree that he just tried his best, what he wants is to have to... because this person, time is running out.

He can't afford to wait, and he can't afford to waste.

Feng Ce stretched out his hand to cover the back of Ye Xiaofeng's hand holding his sleeve, and pressed it hard, as if to reassure Ye Xiaofeng, but also to give him confidence.

"can."

The corners of Wen Yan's wrinkled eyes finally opened, and he let out a long breath, sat in the wheelchair, and finally said, "Don't let me down, Feng Ce."

Feng Ce nodded, "No, don't worry."

Before leaving, Wen Yan stayed with Feng Ce for a while, Ye Xiaofeng understood, and found an excuse to leave first.

In fact, Wen Yan has nothing else to do. The problems encountered during filming will be resolved during filming. He left Feng Ce in order to ask him to write a word and play a game for himself.

"It's too boring, I don't know what you young people are playing... I read the previous Millennium Award, and I also read the words written on your Weibo. It is very well written. Fang Jinran said that your Qin Can chess, calligraphy and painting, really?"

Feng Ce said politely, "I dare not take it."

Wen Yan showed displeasure, "If you know it, you will, if you don't, you won't. I don't like to listen to such perfunctory words."

Feng Ce understood, and immediately changed his words, "Yes."

Wen Yan pointed to the chessboard on the table, and smiled slightly, "It's rare to come here, why don't you accompany me, an old man, to play a game of chess and write a pair of words?"

Putting down his identity as a director, Wen Yan is just an approachable old man.

Feng Ce naturally has no objections, not to mention that he hasn't played chess for a long time. It's laid out with chess records.

After a long time, Feng Ce took out the white piece and dropped it in one place, "So, the white piece still has a way to survive."

Wen Yan watched Feng Ce save a piece of white pieces with his hands, knowing that this young man is not bad at chess, so he asked curiously, "When did you learn Go?"

Looking at the chessboard, Feng Ce replied, "I have learned since childhood." After a pause, he added, "Uncle likes to play chess."

Wen Yan nodded and stopped asking, "Start?"

Feng Ce immediately erased the endgame, rearranged the chess pieces, and asked, "Who will go first?"

"Young people should respect the old and love the young, of course I, the old man, took the lead..." Wen Yan was also not polite to him, holding a sunspot in his hand and dropped it on the star, "...Oh, by the way, I won't let you go first. "

Feng Ce laughed, speechless, and started to play against him with white stones in his hand.

The two played this game of chess for a long time. Wen Yan is old, and his concentration and memory are not as good as Feng Ce's. In addition, Feng Ce also enjoys this rare game time, so while waiting for Wen Yan, he deliberately slowed down. The pace was lost, and the game of chess was not over for the whole afternoon.

During this period, Ye Xiaofeng came twice, one time to make tea for them, and the other time was entrusted by Wen Chengjun to tell Wen Yan to take medicine. On the way, Ye Xiaofeng glanced at Feng Ce, but Feng Ce devoted himself to the chess game and did not give up. He didn't pay attention to the people around him, his expression was flat, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Ye Xiaofeng didn't bother them any more, exited the room, moved a stool and sat by the door waiting for them to finish.

While waiting, Ye Xiaofeng suddenly remembered the time he made a video for Feng Ce and posted it on Weibo.

At that time, Feng Ce's feeling of sitting quietly and writing was exactly the same as when he just played chess. I always felt that as long as Feng Ce faced the things he was good at, he would be very confident. That confidence made him very charming, although he was also very alienated... ...Ye Xiaofeng thinks that maybe this is the difference between the era and the era. This difference is destined to be the reason why Feng Ce and this era will never be able to fully integrate.

He closed his eyes and thought about it, completely oblivious to the sound of footsteps coming slowly from not far away, until he felt a sudden cold on the left side of his cheek.

"Hi, Ye Xiaofeng."

A low voice came from overhead.

Ye Xiaofeng opened his eyes suddenly, and an extremely familiar face that he had never seen again for various reasons was approaching him little by little.

So before he had time to wonder, the name had already blurted out, "Lu Chi'an?"