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"We have to go through labor pains every six months. This beautiful pain makes us break out of the muddle, be devastated by wind, frost, rain and snow, and settle down with falling flowers and water. Its name is the end of the period."

Mudli recited the poems he wrote in cadence.Ling Qingyuan hit him on the head with a rubber, signaling him to shut up.

"Qingyuan, isn't my writing beautiful and coherent enough? Isn't my story moving to the point of crying down the Great Wall? Isn't my emotion enough to soar into the sky in June's flying snow to sing and cry?"

"No." Ling Qingyuan closed the book and said to Mudli, "Let's go, it's time to go to the examination room."

Mudli held his fart pockets in his hands, swayed his head left and right to reach his shoulders, and followed Ling Qingyuan out with his back hunched.He looked at the hair on the head of the boy in front of him was a bit long, and scratched a small piece of his neck above the collar of his shirt. He had black hair and white skin, and asked him to turn around in a mysterious way.

Ling Qingyuan stopped and turned around in confusion.Mudli saw a bunch of broken hair passing across his forehead like a cloud, and he hammered the nail with an iron rod and said firmly: "It's time for you to get a haircut."

Ling Qingyuan smiled upon hearing this.

This day's performance course exam is a proposition improvisation.The two who usually go to class are not sloppy this time, and arrived in the rehearsal room not too early or too late. Of course, the students in this class are far more diligent than the two of them.Ling Qingyuan scanned around and saw that the students were all there, so he stood in the middle and said loudly that he would be writing the final script for the directing department next semester, and students from the acting department are welcome to pay attention and notify them to audition.

Mudli thought about it, probably because Ling Qingyuan's voice and accent were so pleasant, many juniors from the acting department enthusiastically said that they would pay attention and try.He twirled his tongue, and was about to go up to hurt his brother's popularity, but he saw the kid go up first.

"Brother, the content of the story is roughly... Also, who are the main characters?"

Ling Qingyuan tilted his head slightly, looked carefully at the boy standing opposite him and replied: "I can't tell you yet. If I reveal it in advance, it would be unfair to other students who want to try."

Tan Yue didn't show his frustration too obviously, he said hello very understandingly, but there was regret in his tone.Ling Qingyuan nodded, intending to say goodbye.Tan Yue subconsciously reached out his hand, but he didn't know whether he wanted to keep him or something else.

"What's wrong?" Ling Qingyuan was confused.

"No, I mean brother... your hair seems a little long."

"Oh, it's time for a haircut." Ling Qingyuan smiled politely, and brushed past him with his feet.Just at this time, the professor and the examiner asked the students to stand by their student numbers and get ready for an impromptu performance.

Mu Deli bit Ling Qingyuan's ear, telling him to pay attention to the assessment of the boy named Tan Yue who was talking to him just now.Ling Qingyuan followed her as she said.What Tan Yue drew was a speechless performance: released from prison and returned home.

"How about it?"

The two watched the boys in the middle of the rehearsal room wandering around, looking around, and dared not push away when they approached the door several times. They were timid but mixed with anticipation.Ling Qingyuan murmured subtly: "It's hard to say." Mudli said that he was nitpicking again, and Ling Qingyuan replied: "I was thinking that he might have been imprisoned for some fault, miscarriage of justice or breaking the law. Who else in the family , What is his relationship with his family?"

"You think too much." Mudli said, but he didn't know whether he thought too much or too little.Or he keeps his eyes on the point where there is only a pinprick in his heart.

Later, Mouldli managed to "meet" Tan Yue once, with the purpose of telling him: "I see you are so handsome, don't even think about acting in his drama. He is a local drama, Shaanxi North Yangko Azalea, playing the drum and singing, the flowering flower of Shandandan. You, you can’t see the black after two taels of coal ash, how can the dance moves of Yangko, come on, let’s go to cool down.”

Tan Yue's enthusiasm was not repelled by Mudli's "malicious obstruction", he really didn't go to cool off.In the second half of the year, when Ling Qingyuan started to recruit actors, he applied for the starring role of the deaf drummer.Mudli secretly rubbed and stabbed him in his heart. He has a strong ability to resist blows. He is a person who will not come back with nine horses, but... he is still a little short of something.

After getting old, Mudli and Tan Yue were half-familiar, so he naturally knew that this person wanted everything to be good, was afraid of making mistakes, was afraid of losing, and was afraid of failure.

Having said that, Ling Qingyuan asked Tan Yue who came to the mirror to play a deaf waist drum master leading his apprentice to "listen" to the radio.The waist drum master and apprentice have been running around performing in various villages in Shan'ao, living in no fixed place like floating duckweed.People in the villages rely on the radio for external news.After the farm work was scattered, under the big tree, a half of the villagers gathered around to listen.

Tan Yue listened carefully to what the examiner had to say about the questions, brewed up his feelings and began to perform.He poked the apprentice drum master who didn't exist, and asked him in sign language what everyone was listening to.It's a pity that the apprentice doesn't know either.Disappointed but not discouraged, Tan Yue poked the other villagers and continued to ask in sign language, pointing to the radio under the big tree surrounded by people listening.

Many villagers were eager to listen to the program, so they just replied casually because they were too lazy to respond.Finally, I met a kind villager and told him the content of the program with his lips. After "listening" to the specific content, the waist drum master played by Tan Yue smiled silly-finally being able to have fun with the big guys.

Tan Yue showed the purest happiness of a deaf drummer - as long as he knows what others are talking about and listening to.I got it, even if it's a little bit bigger than a sesame seed, he's happy.

After the performance, Mudli saw Tan Yue looking at Ling Qingyuan expectantly, and suddenly felt that the happiness he longed for might be as simple as the protagonist in this stage play. Be a part of the life of the villagers and have fun with them.

"It's good." Mudli whispered.

"Hmm." Ling Qingyuan didn't know what he was thinking about, and he probably wanted to criticize again.

"If you can't make up your mind, or ask him to perform another part." Mudli whispered in his ear.

After a while, I slowly looked up at the young actors in the venue: "Let's have another quarrel between the deaf master and the deaf apprentice. The apprentice fell in love with the girl in the village, and he didn't want to go to the next village with the master to perform, and he didn't want to play the waist drum anymore. The master taught the apprentice to ask him to follow walk on my own."

Tan Yue asked from the bottom of his heart: "Can you... get the show right?"

"It's up to you to say whether you can play with me or not." Mu Deli spoke slowly and condescendingly towards the middle, then turned his head to approach Ling Qingyuan and whispered coaxingly: "Why don't you make an apprentice with him."

Ling Qingyuan's eyeballs turned to his friend, which meant that he was the director, what kind of words would it be like to play a role.Mudli hooked Ling Qingyuan's back with his ape-like arm, pushed him, and patted him encouragingly.This action fell into Tan Yue's eyes again... Stomach pain, stomach acid, stomach twitching, called not waiting to see.

In the end Ling Qingyuan followed Mu Deli and went up to take this part with Tan Yue.

What the two deaf men yelled was not language at all, but they were still yelling at each other, making gestures with their hands and feet, blushing and thick necks.After this scene, the voices of both of them are not like their own.Ling Qingyuan quickly regained his composure, straightened his hair that was not very docile due to "furious rage", and said seriously:

"Two key words: heartbroken and hating iron but not steel."

"The emotional state is: a strict teacher who speaks well, but loves his disciples deeply in his heart. He can't wait to open his mouth eight hundred times, reprimand his disciples completely, and explain why they can't stay and must continue to perform."

"You are a little slack in this section. You have to think about it again."

Another actor was still a little dazed.

After saying this, Ling Qingyuan went back to the table, held the pen and thought for a while, and after listening to his friend muttering a few words, he reluctantly put a tick next to Tan Yue's name.

The nostalgic past events can easily narrow the age gap, Mudli got up and added a cup of hot water for Ling Mu, and the atmosphere between the two was much more harmonious than before.Back to the sofa, he said to the old man: "After graduating from university, our things will be the same, making movies, making movies, making movies."

After hearing so many stories about his son, the father feels that he should give something back to the storyteller.He doesn't need to invest in movies, so let's tell stories too.

"Actually, I... also met Qingyuan many years ago. I guess he didn't know."

In 15, when he heard that "Lonicera" directed by Ling Qingyuan was shortlisted for the Oscar foreign language film, Ling Mu made a wish to see him.Of course, going to see the eldest son blatantly, if the relationship between the two is at a freezing point, the father and son have nothing to say and just nod, thinking about it would be a bit embarrassing for both parties who have been separated for [-] years.In particular, he, Ling Mu, has long been a public figure that cannot be underestimated. If there is news of a quarrel with his ex-wife's son, it will inevitably be reported in the newspapers.

In order to prevent such a cold scene from happening, Ling Mu decided not to meet the eldest son as an excuse to not meet him face to face, but to attend the film festival as an excuse to go with his wife and two sons.That year, Ling Daoyuan was 15 years old and Ling Zhiyuan was nine years old.

Honeysuckle, shortlisted for the Foreign Language Film Award, will be played during the film festival, and director Ling Qingyuan often watches the film with the audience in the screening hall, or listens to the audience talking about their feelings about watching the film.

Due to either the pride of the elders or the mentality of alienation, Ling Mu did not show any special interest in "Honeysuckle", let alone have any intention of contacting the eldest son during the awards.During the award ceremony, the movie was missed a few times. Ling Mu kept avoiding everyone and sat alone, hiding his figure and watching it a few times.

He didn't tell his son that he was proud and missed him.Nor did he tell him that he saw the shadow of his dead mother from him.

"As a non-expert and a non-participant watching, I can see that Qing Yuan is an excellent director. I saw many well-known domestic and international actors whose names I can name, and the director exchanged film art or experience with him. I didn't expect that he could deal with the crowd so calmly. Whether he won the award or missed it, he was always very decent.

"For a young man who was only 27 years old at the time, it was commendable. Later, I heard that he was shooting unpopular literary films, so I asked my assistant to contact him and asked if he needed support. He politely refused. Screenwriter Mu, I often think recently, if I had to take the initiative to communicate with Qingyuan and recognize the father and son at that time, it would be great. The miss at that time is an irreparable regret for me."

Contrary to Ling Mu's coldness and concealed enthusiasm are his wife and two sons.Especially his wife Yu Weiran, she is very enthusiastic about such a grand occasion as the Olympic Awards, and she is eager to participate in the awards ceremony, reception and other activities.

Ling Mu didn't stop her, and easily got the invitation for her.

According to the assistant, his wife, Yu Weiran, took his son to roam around the various stages of the Olympic awards. They shined brightly at the reception and met various stars, and danced gracefully at the ball.Ling Mu knew that he naturally supported his wife.Because his wife's family is involved in the mainland entertainment industry, he is instinctively keen on and understands the market in this area.Of course, the father would also like his two sons to be exposed to various big occasions as soon as possible, so that they can calm down and see the world.

After the awards ceremony, Ling Mu regretted that the eldest son did not reach out to him when he encountered financial difficulties, so he raised with his wife the matter of supporting the eldest son to make a movie, and politely asked her relatives in China for help.

"It's true that my elder brother's brother-in-law, the Shao family, have set foot in the entertainment industry, but they also have their own views on directors and film selection. Although we had no contact with Qingyuan at the award ceremony, we knew to some extent whether his films were well received or not. .” Yu Weiran said.

"I'll ask my assistant to check the situation in Qingyuan later. Of course, I will tell my elder brother about the child's matter anyway, and treat it as a matter of Daoyuan and Zhiyuan. Ask him to help." Yu Weiran was very kind Be understanding and understand your husband's thoughts.What cannot be ignored is that she is only a woman who is more than ten years older than her eldest son.

Also a woman with two darling sons.

This past of Ling Mu made Mudli ponder for a long time.Rationally, he also thinks that he has no position to inquire about the elder's family affairs, even though he is Qingyuan's good friend.Wealthy families are like seas, there are some things that I really can't say clearly, even if I ask Ling Mu, he will still refuse to answer.But emotionally, it was too aggrieved.

After half a day, almost all the topics that can be explored have been discussed.Ling Mu put down the teacup that was not smoking white, and signaled that he wanted to leave.Muddli has been fighting ideologically. The elder must know something, but what he is willing to say is just a cover-up, just like he went to watch his son's movie secretly.

Standing at the door, with his back against the dim natural light of winter, Ling Mu looked at this young man with a poker face but a very deep look.He knew that the youngest son was unwilling to die, but he was very meaningful: "I can't lose my son anymore."

Seeing that the old man said it so naturally, and seemed to take care of his family and kindness, Mu Deli felt inexplicably angry and angry for Qingyuan.Without thinking about it, he blurted out the next sentence: "Don't you think it's too cruel to lose a son because of a son?"

Ling Mu suddenly raised his sharp brows, his eyes sparkled brightly.The tone of voice is like an old monk who has become enlightened: "When you reach my age, you will find many things, and you will always be powerless."

"I can't lose my son anymore." His voice was carried away by the cold wind.After leaving the small garden, he left Mudli with an old and bent back.

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