from the star

Yichun Garden was built in the early 90s.Ling Mu remembered that when he and Qin Yin divorced, he asked Qin Yin how much it would cost to raise his son as a single mother alone.As long as it is within his ability, he will be willing to bear it.

Qin Yin declined.She said that her son grew up safely and happily, and the fulfillment of his wishes happily cannot be measured by money.Ling Mu was helpless, but his self-consciousness of being a father and husband prompted him to leave material support for the mother and son.

Ling Mu sank deeply into the fabric sofa, and the air was filled with the elegant fragrance of tea.The house is spotless, and still maintains the original appearance of the owner's life.The old man over sixty couldn't help but think of the hostess of this house, her beauty and stubbornness, her persistence and sorrow.

"Qingyuan is a good boy."

"Yes, he's not just a good boy." Moudley smiled, his gaze was far away and he said: "It took me a year to understand what can make that quiet man always expressionless, as if withdrawn from this world." The boy who left was happy. After that, it took me another year to make him happy."

"I think it's one of the most rewarding things I've ever done in my life."

"You are also a very special person." Ling Mu nodded: "Your definition of value, and your willingness to spend two years helping my son, are just another person to you, so be happy."

"Sir, I can't agree with what you said." Mudli sat up straight and looked at Ling Mu: "Actually, getting acquainted with him is priceless to me."

No boy of seventeen or eighteen would be as taciturn as Ling Qingyuan.What's more, the students of the Film Academy are all people with flamboyant personalities.Mudli often thought about his unearthly tranquility, or his silent flamboyance.

"Your life is really boring. Don't you think... In addition to professional courses, there are many other healthy activities that are worth wasting youth and killing the hormone libido and sex-hormones."

"Silence, well... you are a piece of gold. I see, movies, movies, you only have movies. I admit it, I want to see how this thing fascinates you so much."

Mudli tried to invite him to play ball, pick up girls, skip classes, and play video games, but he rejected them all.

"Mr. Ling, do you know. At first I was just acting on my nerves. I was upset to see his kid like a muffled drum. I had to beat him. I observed him, followed him, and followed him, wondering if he was It's really a piece of wood, rosewood. As a result, I accidentally studied him for a year."

"What's worse, even I later found out that what he was obsessed with was so interesting. We bought a second-hand tape camera with the money we saved from work, and the kid was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a few days. If you met him When you look at it, you know how priceless it is to do something that makes others happy."

Ling Mu remembered that if the money left to their mother and son was not squandered, it would be quite a surplus, enough for him to buy a bunch of good equipment back then.But he didn't make a sound, just motioned for Mudli to continue talking.

Mudli brewed for a while, then took another sip of tea, suddenly he didn't know where to start.

His thoughts drifted away, thinking of the two young people hiding in the dormitory holding the big black box camera, smiling from ear to ear.He remembered that back then, he, the so-called 38th-generation single heir of Gusu Murong, didn't cut his head once in three months, and his long black hair had the smell of a Shennongjia savage.His upper body clothes are either rolled up at the sleeves, or never tucked into the waistband of his trousers, a typical second-level captain.

However, the other boy in front of the camera is always so clean.People are not lively, but not cold.Sometimes colorful, but not complicated.Mudli couldn't describe that feeling, anyway, it was definitely not suitable to be described by pretentious words like so-called spotless and unearthly.

"Qingyuan, let me take pictures of you to try the effect."

Ling Qingyuan in front of the camera froze for a moment, and declined that he had something good to shoot.

"Isn't the rest of our bedroom all three-legged cats? If you don't shoot, who will you shoot? I will not only shoot but also follow up, and then cut out a secret file. When you become popular in the future, I will contribute to revealing your beautiful past. .”

Ling Qingyuan flickered, saying that it was unnecessary.

"Then I'll keep it for myself. As a precious historical image, I will treasure it from generation to generation. In order for my grandson to see you in the old image in the future, and then worship me who knows you very much."

Ling Qingyuan came over to cover the lens, and threw a stack of grid drafts on his head.Mudli smirked and put away his hippie smile, responding to what he said like a pug.

"Shoot commercials, just shoot commercials. Anyway, you have a draft and an outline, an all-in-one machine for script and shot. Just leave the physical work of carrying the equipment, laying down the saddle, before and after the horse."

"What's the matter. I haven't showered for a week, so you can't bear to see it. Our country has few disposable resources per capita and lacks fresh water. Don't you think it's more masculine to Qingyuan if you don't shower for a week?"

"Okay, I'm not talking nonsense. As soon as you don't talk, I know I'm chattering again. However, I'm not so boring as to be so horrible that I can't say anything."

Ling Qingyuan glanced at him, and then looked away intently at the manuscript in his hand: "You said... too much and too fast. It makes me think for a long time every time."

"Cough, eat vegetables, eat your heart, and listen to what you hear. Listen to nonsense as if you are farting. Don't you think it will cause overloading when you think about everything and every word." Mudli rubbed his nose and installed the camera Put it in the box, walked over to put his elbow on Ling Qingyuan's shoulder, and leaned against him awkwardly.

"Not everything. I'll think a little more about what you said."

Later, at the end of the third midsummer of their acquaintance, Ling Qingyuan and Mu Deli talked about the courses they took in the Department of Acting: "The more you work part-time, the more you discover your own shortcomings. To be a director not only needs to master the character psychology of the characters in the play, but also The character of the characters is a reasonable factor for the story to unfold, and it is also necessary to understand the actor's personality and performance psychology."

"In short?" Mudli stuck out his dog's tongue. His energy was not as good as usual in the hot weather, and his noisy index dropped sharply.He admires the fact that it is as quiet as water in all seasons of the year, regardless of winter and summer, and has its own heating and cooling to adjust the natural air conditioner.

"I took a class in the acting department."

Mouldli blew a whistle and got a little more energetic: "Okay. Then I will choose. Although Xiaoya is not in the scope of my consideration, I can still settle for flowers. According to our previous historical experience of division of labor and cooperation And lessons, juniors belong to you and younger sisters belong to me.”

Ling Qingyuan sighed deeply, his scattered eyes were like gas molecules floating in outer space, and he said softly: "I don't want it either, Junior Brother."

"Of course, of course, I'm not kidding. I don't even look up to those little kids who haven't shed their lanugo, let alone you... Hehe, I mean, I've picked the rest of the junior sisters and I'll give them to you. "

Ling Qingyuan smiled far-fetchedly. He pretended to be attracted by the headless reports of freshmen, and chose to remain silent as always.

"What are you looking at?" Mudli set up a pergola with his hands, and looked around like a monkey, surrounded by the campus scenery that he was already tired of seeing.He uttered coolly: "Look at those brats bumping around, there are as many as Sun Dasheng's hairs. You can't turn around and listen to us."

"There's a girl over there with too much luggage, aren't you going to help her?"

"Help others, save lives and heal the wounded, and give roses to impress others. Plant a grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. I'll go over to help, Qingyuan, wait for me for 5 minutes."

Ling Qingyuan nodded in agreement with a smile.Mudli ran out quickly, and could even feel his gaze following him.The beautiful man of adulthood, just watch him succeed and show you.Mudli muttered to himself, trying his best to get rid of the little girl quickly and cheaply.

In about two, three, ten minutes, Mudli came back mournfully.The sun sank seven degrees to the west in the sky, and the shade of the tree grew half a meter around its axis.Ling Qingyuan stood in the shadow of the canopy, neither impatient nor anxious, he saw his friend running back and asked how he was doing.

"It's yellow. Kill a brother from their department halfway."

"It's okay, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Qingyuan, tell me, is there something about me that seriously deviates from the public's aesthetics?"

Ling Qingyuan stared at him and said softly: "I don't know what the public's aesthetics are, but it fits my aesthetics quite well."

Mudli laughed boldly, and patted him on the shoulder heavily: "My good buddy, I just said this to you, it's worth it." He looked at Ling Qingyuan's pale complexion slightly flushed, thinking that he couldn't stand Qiuhu's heat So I asked him if he had been waiting for him for half an hour in the hot weather.

"It's not dry, I pointed a few times in the middle."

"It's not dry when the boat is sinking, let's go, my buddy invites you to eat popsicle ice cream and mung bean soup, order whatever you want."

The courses of the performance department are all in the old school building. In addition to the amphitheater where classes are held normally, there is a rehearsal room and music classroom next to it.In the first class of school, Mu Deli couldn't bear the excitement, and dragged Ling Qingyuan to arrive early miraculously.

Of course, the so-called earlyness of the old fried dough stick in the third grade is just a second before class.Compared with the first-year students who are just out of the pot and thriving, the accuracy of pinching the stopwatch and counting the Yinmao is simply poor.

"Is there no place? It's really... It's so early."

Ling Qingyuan pointed to the two vacant seats by the back aisle.Mudli scratched his head and walked over with him. He knew that Ling Qingyuan must have attached great importance to the acting class, and he was really sorry for not occupying the front row.

"It's all right. Sitting in the back will give us a good view of our future actors. And... you can compare and appreciate the performances."

This reason made Mudli feel comfortable all over.He hurriedly pulled Ling Qingyuan to sit down, with a chic appearance of roasting tea, making tea, commenting on beauties, and discussing art.Ling Qingyuan sat down next to him, and he stared at the professor seriously as he walked up to the podium, not at all ready to joke with his friends.

"...Brother?" A boy next to the aisle turned around and greeted him softly.

"You are……"

"I asked you the way in front of the complex before."

Ling Qingyuan thought for a while, nodded, and said nothing more.Next to him, Mudli suddenly put his shoulders on his shoulders and whispered furtively to him. It seemed that he had imprinted all the girls in the class in his mind with instant memory.

Ling Qingyuan's ears turned red.Glaring at him with his eyeballs, hissed: "Don't talk nonsense. It's class now." Mudli asked him for a piece of manuscript paper, saying that he would take this opportunity to write a book on flower appreciation.

"Hey boy, do you have a class list, give me a copy. Or you can silently give me the names of the girls in the class. The boys' names are unnecessary, I can't remember them anyway."

"Mr. Ling, do you know that I can't compare with Qingyuan at all." Mudli pulled out from his memory and looked at the old man opposite him peacefully: "He was really serious in class at that time. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color .”

"I understand. Mr. Mu, your liveliness is just right, so my son can play with you."

Mudli carefully chewed the word "co-produced", smiled wryly and didn't know how to speak.There are some things that cannot be defined for a lifetime. Ling Qingyuan was a crystal clear person for 18 years of his life, and Lao Mu was a person with a lot of tricks, so they happened to be very speculative.

Thinking back to my junior year, two bad friends from the directing department took an acting class of ten hours a week.In addition to basic theory, performance psychology, and performance skills.Compared with Ling Qingyuan, who is diligent and diligent, Mu Deli thinks about galloping all day long.

"Go as you want, don't worry about me."

Mudli was full of joy and joy, and when the spring came with the east wind, there were peach blossoms that couldn't be blown away.Recently, he doesn't know what kind of shit luck, there are always girls who promise him to meet after class.This day was no exception, he told Ling Qingyuan that he and his sister had made an appointment at Tianjiantai on the fourth floor of the old school building after class.

"Dude, I will remember you forever, wait for me for 10 minutes."

Ling Qingyuan nodded and watched Mu Deli run up the stairs.Turn your toes and slowly push open the door of the rehearsal room next door.Outside the school building is the sound of enamel rice bowls and kettles dripping and dripping, and the names of dishes are called out one after another.

Mudli ran up to the half-corner of the second floor, sat down next to the handrail of the stairs, took off his watch and looked at the dial expressionlessly.An unknown piece of music sounded in the school building, with a very romantic and lyrical tone.Mudli murmured to himself, it would be a pity not to ask a girl out with his buddies accompaniment for free every day.

The second hand passed ten laps, and then fifteen laps before he stood up and put the watch back on his wrist.The two of them put their hands in their trouser pockets, and the clothes that were never tucked in at the front were long and short on the outside, muttering to each other.

Mudli counted the steps and went downstairs, turned around the corner on the first and a half floors, and there was a person standing in the empty corridor.Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man who was holding the doorknob of the music room quickly retreated as if scalded.

"Why don't you go in?"

"..."

"You are haunted all day long. Is the head on this neck also filled with straw? I don't know if I can't even think about it."

After hearing his words, the young man immediately turned left ninety degrees and left.Mudli was stunned for a moment, he felt ashamed to touch the green stubble on his chin, and felt that his mouth was too fast and cheap, and he seemed to say something wrong again.

Conscience, he didn't mean that.He definitely didn't mean to blame, what he said was ironic, aggressive.What's the point of hesitating and looking forward and backward, shouldn't one put all one's eggs in one basket to live? Mudli felt that the kid was so stupid, and he didn't understand the simple truth.

Moudley walked to the front of the music room and stared at the door sadly. He guessed that the brass handle would have to be smashed by a dignitary.Mudli took a breath, pushed the door open and entered.

"Let's go to Qingyuan, that girl let me go."

The sound of the piano gradually became quieter, Ling Qingyuan closed the lid, got up and walked over: "Is that so, what a pity."

"It's okay, there are plenty of grasses, I'm never worried. Do you think we should eat first or rush to work first?" Mu Deli heard Ling Qingyuan say that it was late and just went to eat, so he left the music room side by side with him.

"There is a... young man in the acting class, I don't know if you have an impression."

Ling Qingyuan glanced at him indifferently, which meant that there were many young men.This Mudli is known as a famous flower with a photographic memory, but the opposite sex is blind, why did he suddenly talk about the young man.

"I think he's quite eye-catching, just in terms of appearance. What's his name, oh yes, Tan Yue. Tan from Qitan, Yue from Shanyue. I think you should know him."

Ling Qingyuan and Mu Deli walked towards the cafeteria safely, and the rice scoop sonata just happened to meet them from the opposite direction.He didn't think too much about the noise on the road: "The name doesn't match the person."

"You too, what's the use of the thing on the neck."

Ling Qingyuan said: "I'm conceiving a... story."

Mudli said leisurely: "Isn't it too early to think about the completion of the project?" He naturally put his arm on his friend's shoulder, and said seriously in his ear: "I will tell you something sincerely, you Turn around and pay attention to that boy surnamed Tan."

"A good actor?"

Mudli choked for a moment, and he watched Ling Qing's original ink-like pupils melt away in front of him at close range, like a drop of pine smoke entering clear water.He earnestly said: "I just speak generally from the perspective of human appreciation."

"Okay, I understand. Durley, help me write the script later."

"Qingyuan, do you think I am full of swearing without swearing, and my mind jumps and speaks freely, so I am suitable to be a screenwriter. The most important thing is that I don't rely on Marco at all, I write with spirit, my writing is full of ideas, and my words are well-written."

"Your language is not amazing and endless. I can see five or six idioms in one sentence. I don't think there are many people who can do it."

"No, I'm insulting June Han."

Ling Qingyuan was confused: "Who did you hurt?"

Mudli was suddenly in a particularly bad mood, and he spat out fiercely: "My stinky mouth didn't hurt you, it's just your nerves. If you catch someone and hit me with a club, you'll have to roll into the nest like a gopher. The sun and the moon can learn from each other. I clearly have good intentions." Ling Qingyuan next to him was puzzled, Mu Deli took a breath and asked him again: "You...have you never been hurt by me?"

"No. I will think carefully about what you actually mean in every sentence you say."

Mudli knows that although Ling Qingyuan seems to often take a break from things he doesn't care about, and doesn't pay attention to things he doesn't care about at all, in fact he is a sensitive and thoughtful person with a delicate and delicate mind. people.

Whenever Ling Qingyuan looked at him, Mu Deli would have the illusion that he couldn't bear the weight of it.The most hateful thing is that this guy is more secretive than himself. No matter what he says on his face, except for his eyes, there are only four or two on his face.

How heavy the breeze can be.

Everything in the world is moved by the wind.

"Qingyuan, let me tell you very seriously, that junior, please be careful."

"Well, I know. Maybe a malleable actor."

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