bird under the eaves

I don't know why the parents who gave birth to me sold me, I don't remember them.The second mom and dad said that I would like to thank them for the rest of my life, because they gave me a normal family again.They had a daughter of their own and wanted a son, but couldn't.

The daughter of the family died and had no money to bury her.Let me go out to work and make money, saying that it is what I should do.But the construction site doesn't want me, I'm young.They could only sneak in and do it, and in the end they only gave me half of the money, because they didn't admit it because I did the work on my own initiative.Mom and Dad said I was useless, and they discussed selling me, so I came to this village by myself.

During the autumn harvest, I help my grandparents in the village to do things, and I also help run errands and deliver things at ordinary times. They give me money.They also gave me clothes to wear, and some people wanted me to live at home, but I didn't want to.

When Qing Shu said these words, his tone was normal, but Wei Yuan's heart was agitated.I don't know if I feel heartache for falling in love with such a person, or thank God for giving him such a perfect novel protagonist.

He tossed and tossed and couldn't sleep for a few days, never thought that this story would be so heavy, he thought that he was just a child without father and mother, who never knew what family was, so he could give him the most precious love in the world.But he didn't know that his parents had so many and experienced so much "love".

People are always like this, they don't know how to measure.

That tree stands there, you have to get close to it, and when you see it wandering without roots, you want to show how much you love, let it grow on yourself.

Over the years, I feel that I have been blocked from the light that should be seen.

And even though Wei Yuan in that midsummer experienced several days of insomnia, the fear was still fleeting in his heart. There was such a small person in front of him, he was so thin, he knew nothing about the outside world, how could he live up to it?Even if you want to take him back to your own home, and don't even need him to work, just keep him at home, how can you let him down?For such a person, what is missing from him is himself.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan felt excited again. He held Qingshu's shoulder-length hair and played with it. Standing behind Qingshu, he pulled those hair strands to his lips and kissed them again, "Why haven't you seen your hair cut before? Now it's time for you to cut your hair." Like a little girl."

Midsummer is too easy to feel ambiguous.

You don't know the body heat because of the temperature or the person standing behind you.

Qing Shu was sweating all over, and felt embarrassed for the first time.He climbed trees with A Niu in the village, and walked together when he was sweating profusely, but at the moment he felt that he stinks, delusional thinking that there was a scent of flowers on his body, which made Wei Yuan feel good all the time.

He wanted to earn money, but Wei Yuan still held his hair in his hands, and said in a low voice, "I don't have any money, I only cut it when it grows."

"Didn't you cut it yourself?" Wei Yuan smiled.

"It's been cut, it's clumsy, it's ugly."

Wei Yuan laughed louder this time, he stretched out his hand and pulled the green tree into his arms, the clumsiness and innocence of the green tree always seemed to please him.Qingshu said he thought he had superpowers, he laughed loudly, Qingshu said he was clumsy, he also laughed loudly.

There was a red patch on the tip of the ear, and Qing Shu wanted to get out of his arms, but was pressed to sit down, "Be obedient, brother will cut it for you."

Fragmented black hair, thin, yellow light reflected by the sun, like gleaming long thin gems, scattered all over the ground.Qingshu doesn't dare to look in the mirror, he seldom looks in the mirror, and occasionally passes by the river to take a look inside, so as not to forget what he looks like.

He didn't like mirrors, so he asked Wei Yuan how he was, did he look good?

Wei Yuan kissed Qingshu's forehead and said it was pretty.

Did it change from this moment?Later, Wei Yuan always liked to think about this question when facing blank documents. Writers are always sentimental, regardless of gender.They like to be more realistic, just like repeatedly polishing a plot conflict and repeatedly modifying a more perfect logic chain. This is a thinking habit that is deeply ingrained.I feel that a question always has its most essential and true answer, but I haven't found the answer yet.

Is this the moment that started changing?After the hair was cut short, it seemed that the things that covered Aoki's eyes were removed, and he could see a wider world.

What kind of person is Qingshu?

He began to frequently ask himself how his writing was going, and called him brother in a naive tone, or maybe a pretended naive tone—brother, can you show me?Am I really the main character?What is your city like? Do many people go to KFC every day?What does the ice cream taste like? Is it the same as the old popsicles? I have only eaten old popsicles, and I seldom eat old popsicles.

He found that Qingshu's interest in himself had completely shifted to that wider world.Wei Yuan typed a line into the document, writing like this——

Qingshu, these two words are out of this world, I can feel the wind when I look at him.

I deleted one word after another, and typed out the word "green tree" again. There was no text for a long time, and the cursor flickered.

late summer.

Wei Yuan and Qing Shu hid in a dilapidated small house to drink.

Four bottles of beer, Wei Yuan had just taken them out of the freezer in the canteen, the bottles were still crystal clear with drops of water condensed when the air-conditioning was heated.

The light was dim, not even as bright as the moonlight leaking through the holed roof, and the two couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.Wei Yuan asked Qingshu with a smile if he would drink, but Qingshu lied and said yes.

Wei Yuan knew that he was lying, he had never drank it, he had never eaten QQ candy that cost two yuan a pack, how could he drink beer that cost seven yuan a bottle.But he didn't reveal it, and handed Qing Shu a bottle of cold beer.Seeing his cheeks gradually turning red, he began to feel dizzy and nauseous, but he pretended to be indifferent.Wei Yuan began to hate such a green tree, he became less innocent, no longer naive, no longer fully trusting him, he lied to him.

His eyes were misty, and he pretended to be clear.

This is their first and last kiss.

Wei Yuan bit his lips as if to vent his anger, his lips were soaked cold by beer, his eyes were faintly red, and he asked Qingshu why, "I like you so much, what exactly do you like, Qingshu, Qingshu. I said I want you to take root in me, but your branches stretch out too long."

"You should be a child who doesn't know the world, Qingshu, you should always worship me, I am the hero in your heart, always will be."

It's a pity that Qingshu was drunk.

But Wei Yuan knows that what Qingshu likes is not him, but all the unknown expectations including the former him.He was so natural, so innocent, and he bit his hook in the blink of an eye.

late autumn.

Qingshu knew that Wei Yuan was going to leave today, his hair had grown back, and the end of the hair poked his shoulder, and he could feel a slight itchiness.He was still squatting at the intersection where cars could pass by at the bottom of the mountain, leaning half of his body against the leafless tree beside him.

The two of them haven't spoken a word for half a month, and they seem to have an agreement, like lovers who broke up.Seeing Qingshu's back, Wei Yuan felt dazed that he had really lived here for a year and fell in love with a country boy, let's call it love.It is inevitable to think that on the first day here, the writer who was exhausted of inspiration sought a new environment to stimulate, and left on impulse, thinking that he was a romantic performance art, but he did not expect that there were no hotels here, not even a hotel.

Wei Yuan looked for a house and found it in a state of desperation, but failed to notice that there was such a child behind him. The moment he saw the green tree, he was surprised, surprised that he could see such a beautiful object in such a place.

Green trees are beautiful.

He does not have the impetuousness of a big city, the smell of green trees and loess, but he is not rustic.He bought a can of beer on the side of the road and asked Qingshu if it belonged to the village.He teases Qingshu, introduces himself to Qingshu, coaxes Qingshu to introduce himself too.But Aoki didn't say anything.

Contradictory, mysterious and beautiful.

Let his bewildered tiredness be swept away.

When the sun was about to set, Qingshu spoke to him, "Are you looking for a place to live?"

A big dream.

Wei Yuan got in the car he was leaving, and resisted turning his head to look at the green trees squatting on the side of the road. He opened the car window, and the wind came in.Chi wrapped around his fingertips, with a cold touch.

Wei Yuan recalled a sentence in his file that was deleted repeatedly and finally remained—green tree, I can feel the wind when I look at him.

In the farewell shot, the last shot is on Liang Yisheng's side, and Xu Yan only needs to be used as a background board.In the script, Qingshu is squatting under the tree, that's all.Although the parting was filmed before the haircut, but with Xu Yan's understanding of the script, he squatted here, and the entire plot of "Yin" was already in his mind.

He didn't quite know when he cried, it wasn't in the script.But luckily the camera was not with him, the wind blew past and his face was wet, so he quickly raised his hand to wipe the tears off his face.

After Lu Jiahong shouted "OK", he specifically called Xu Yan, Xu Yan didn't know what was going on, how could he be called over a background board, logically speaking, the camera couldn't even capture his expression clearly.

Lu Jiahong's smile was obvious, and he patted Xu Yan's shoulder hard, "Okay, this is good. I just said that there is something missing in the ending of this shot, just such a movement."

Liang Yisheng also came to watch at this moment, and Xu Yan's movement of wiping tears was clearly captured in the screen.Because the distance was too far, his quick movements seemed to be covering up, bringing a sense of unwilling confrontation.

Xu Yan was shocked, "I didn't mean to be the director, I thought I couldn't be photographed at this time..."

"No, no, this is very good." Lu Jiahong lit a cigarette and said excitedly, "Crying?"

Xu Yan glanced at Liang Yisheng, feeling a little embarrassed, but still nodded, "Hmm..."

"There's nothing wrong. The reason why the last shot is so far away from you is to blur Qingshu's emotions. The audience doesn't know what you're doing. You can cry or laugh. Leave blank space for you. You are what the audience thinks you are." Lu Jiahong asked ,"why cry?"

Xu Yan couldn't give an answer, he could only say that he didn't know.

Lu Jiahong was in a good mood when he took a satisfactory shot.The next scene is the shot in the house. The crew walked back to Shoushan Village along the mountain road.

Xu Yan looked at Liang Yisheng's back, and what he thought about in his mind was the emotional positioning given to Wei Yuan by the screenwriter in the parting scene in the script, "a big dream".

A big dream.

----

I also have a lot of regrets about handling a play within a play in this way, and I will definitely write a book in the future that perfectly blends the play within a play and the protagonist's emotional line!clenched fist