Shuang Qi

Wen Qiyu, who was blackmailed before leaving, was exhausted physically and mentally, but Jiang Qifeng, who was nervous when he came, was relieved.

They would not know that after they left, Qiao Zhenhua sat on the sofa and looked at the back of the door that had gone away in a daze. farce.

This Jiang Qifeng seems to be quite different from the rumored ungrateful traitor.

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Shops on the street closed one after another, even takeaways were closed, and the few remaining restaurants that were still open all temporarily raised their prices.

Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu had just come out of the supermarket, carrying large and small bags of groceries, and inevitably saw the lanterns hanging on the side of the road, and the lucky signs pasted in front of every house. Until this moment, they Just realized it's almost New Years Eve.

"Brother, when will you go back? Have you bought your tickets?" Wen Qiyu pulled the neckline up again with his free hand, and asked casually while spraying white mist.

Jiang Qifeng's face froze, and a complex emotion came to his heart, whether it was irritability or loneliness.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Qiyu felt suspicious in her heart, and couldn't help but turned to look at him and joked: "It's so convenient to go from Beijing to Tianjin, why haven't you bought the ticket yet? I would have asked Brother Xu to take you along." It's time!"

Jiang Qifeng struggled in his heart for a while, finally sighed, and said frankly: "I won't go home during the Chinese New Year, and I haven't been in touch with my family for a long time."

"Sorry, I don't know..." Wen Qiyu's eyes showed a trace of panic.

Jiang Qifeng smiled indifferently: "It's okay..."

"May I ask why?" Wen Qiyu asked timidly.

Jiang Qifeng didn't shy away from it, and recalled the bad things at that time while talking.

"It was the year when I first came to Dongcheng Tea House, my mother asked me to support my younger brother to go to school, go to an international school in Beijing, and asked me to take care of his life.

I tried my best, but I was exhausted. My younger brother was burning money and didn't study hard. He ran away from home if he said a few words to him. My mother came to ask me for a crime. "

Wen Qiyu was a little dazed. He was an only child, and it was hard to imagine that there would really be eccentric parents.

"Yes, but you are also her son. Didn't you say that the palms and backs of your hands are all flesh? Why is there such a big difference?"

Jiang Qifeng smiled wryly and shook his head: "The elders always favor the younger."

Inadvertently involving such a slightly sad topic, the atmosphere between the two seemed a little awkward.

An idea flashed in Wen Qiyu's mind, and he suddenly said happily: "Why don't you come to my house! My parents really want to meet you!"

Jiang Qifeng was at a loss, and since he wasn't a girlfriend, why did he still have to meet his parents? ?

Wen Qiyu then said enthusiastically: "My dad always praises you. He said that he likes you among so many people who talk about cross talk. He also said that you sing the lyrics of Taiping and ditty tunes, and you are more interesting than others!"

"Don't mind, I brush my teeth every day without bad breath."

"Oh, you know what I mean! I said drama!"

Jiang Qifeng was a little shaken. He had heard that Wen Qiyu's parents were opera workers, especially his mother had created many new dramas. She was an absolute artist, so she should pay a visit.

"Tell me more about your parents. I'll do my homework so that people won't hate me for saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing."

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Lunar New Year's eve;

It was just dawn in the morning, and Jiang Qifeng had already woken up and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Today I have to go to Wen Qiyu's house to visit two artists, or I have to stay at someone's house for a New Year's Eve dinner, and I have to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

Or maybe he was too nervous and thinking too much.

What if the two teachers are kind and kind elders?

But Wen Qiyu said that his father has a hot temper and is aggressive!

No matter how much he struggles and doesn't want to face it, time is still moving forward minute by minute, and the time he made with Wen Qiyu will soon arrive.

The phone rang, and Wen Qiyu's voice came from inside. It sounded like he was in a good mood today.

"I'm downstairs, have you finished packing yet? My parents are almost done wrapping the dumplings at home."

"Okay, I'll come down right away."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qifeng looked at his image in the mirror again, and it was still acceptable.So he picked up the gift he bought two days ago, and closed the door behind him.

Wen Qiyu came in the car, and after picking up Jiang Qifeng, he kept chattering about something, such as chopping stuffing, accidentally rolling out the skin, and babbling endlessly.

Today's street is much smoother than usual, and I didn't meet a few cars for [-] minutes along the way. I soon arrived at Wen Qiyu's house. His house is in a neighborhood that looks quite old. A person with a certain identity.

Coming downstairs, Jiang Qifeng was a little timid again, and scratched his head embarrassingly: "Are my two bottles of wine a bit shabby? When I first came in, the fruit shop seemed to be closed, why don't I go buy some more fruit?" ?”

Wen Qiyu had just put away the car keys, and couldn't help laughing at him when he heard this: "You are usually so steady on stage, why do you even have stage fright in such a small scene? My parents are not devils, what are you afraid of, go upstairs Bar!"

At the door, with Wen Qiyu knocking on the door three times, Jiang Qifeng's heart was beating too.

Soon, a middle-aged woman opened the door. She was wearing a dark green cheongsam with dark patterns, and she looked extraordinary.

"It's Xiaofeng, right? Come in, come in."

Wen Qiyu smiled and walked forward to wrap his arms around the man, acting coquettishly like a child at such an age: "Mom, why did you still dress up after I walked back? You like my senior brother so much! "

"Xiaofeng is young, promising, mature and steady, who wouldn't like it?" Mother Wen poked his forehead with a smile: "You learn from others, and you are still like a child when you are an adult."

Jiang Qifeng was a little flattered, and hurriedly handed over the gift with a smile, said a few beautiful words, and praised Wen Qiyu along the way: "Don't praise me, I don't praise, people say I am old Weiqing is old-fashioned, but it's better to be more lively and energetic like Qiyu."

After exchanging polite greetings, they finally entered the room. Mama Wen was very enthusiastic. She made tea and cut fruits, and even laid out candied melon seeds and so on to greet him.

Wen Qiyu glanced into the back room: "Where's my dad? Still playing?"

"That's right, there will be a performance in the beginning of spring, and the book is still being revised." Mama Wen said with a sigh and a little bit of complaint.

Jiang Qifeng suddenly became curious: "I heard that you wrote that play? Mr. Wen still changed it?"

Mother Wen lowered her eyes, and said a little embarrassedly: "He always thinks that my martial arts writing is too delicate, so he has to rework it by himself."

As he spoke, his eyes lit up again, and he couldn't help showing a smile. "But after he polished the script, it was really heroic. I couldn't learn that majestic momentum."

Jiang Qifeng felt a little emotional when he saw it. After decades, this couple can still be so affectionate. It's really a couple.

Mother Wen quickly regained her composure, and said very gently, "The old man may have to hang around for two hours. Why don't you let Wen Run take you to visit his house? Your partners can also get more familiar with each other."

Before Jiang Qifeng could speak, Wen Qiyu agreed first.

"Come on! Remember to urge my dad."

Wen Qiyu just dragged Jiang Qifeng into her room. The room had been empty for a long time since he moved out, but Mother Wen cleaned it from time to time, and the room was neatly furnished and spotless.

Jiang Qifeng was shocked by the large wall on the left side of the entrance. This wall was full of bookshelves, and there were all kinds of books on it, from martial arts novels to history books, from Peking opera studies to astronomy.

"You... have covered a lot."

"Why don't we talk about cross talk?"

A cross talk actor really needs to know a little bit about everything.

Jiang Qifeng went in and flipped through it casually, stopped at the part related to Peking Opera, and began to read carefully.

"Why, are you so interested?" Wen Qiyu leaned back, lay on the bed in a large font, and looked at him sideways.

Jiang Qifeng nodded: "I am very boring. Apart from cross talk, I like drinking tea and listening to plays."

Suddenly, he saw a few printed and bound booklets among the many old books, and subconsciously took them down to take a look.

He didn't expect that this was a new screenwriting project in [-].

It's a bit embarrassing now, it doesn't look like something he should look at, but he has already taken it down, and he is really curious...

"Can I see this?" Jiang Qifeng asked cautiously.

Wen Qiyu didn't notice his hesitation, she didn't even move her eyelids, and waved her big hand: "You can see everything there, there is nothing shameful."

Jiang Qifeng still hesitated, but after thinking about it for so many years, there shouldn't be any secrets.So he gently opened the file and read a few pages carefully.

He has a little impression of this play, it was quite popular at the beginning, and its reputation was good, but the plot direction in his impression seems to be different from the plan.

Maybe this is the first draft, and it was revised later.

Jiang Qifeng continued to read, but was suddenly a little surprised when he saw a few words in one line.

"Your father was already the head of the regiment at that time?"

In [-], Wen Qiyu's father was less than forty at that time, right?

It should be widely known that he became the head of the group at such a young age, but why doesn't he remember it...

These words seemed to hit a piece of Wen Qiyu's mind, and he was silent for a long while without responding.

Jiang Qifeng didn't wait for an answer, so he couldn't help but feel puzzled, and subconsciously looked back at his expression.This complexion is not very pretty.

"What's wrong?" he tried to ask.

Wen Qiyu lowered his head, his mood suddenly became a little depressed, and his voice was muffled, recalling an old incident many years ago.

"Back then, my dad was dismissed after less than a month as the head of the regiment."

Jiang Qifeng was shocked when he heard this, and blurted out a question: "Why?"