I want to die every day [entertainment circle]

Children remember things quickly and have great forgetfulness, especially when they are one or two years old, it is difficult to leave an impression.About how Daddy took care of the little one, Fu Jiuyu learned about it from his grandma, Mrs. Masefield.When Jiu Yu was just born, his wife prepared all the equipment such as cameras, video cameras, hidden cameras, etc., and took her husband together every day to record Fu Jiuyu's growth for fun.

These images and audio materials were later neatly collected by his wife and made into a memory treasure of Fu Jiuyu's softest period from birth to three years old.

When Fu Jiuyu's head was a little smaller than the palm of an adult, he slept like a pig every day.Other people's children would always cry and want to be fed when they were hungry, but he just didn't move, and lay there all day without moving, with a posture of "don't guess what I'm thinking".

Fu Zhichuan came back from the outside, took off his dusty and cool coat, and walked over lightly, watching him suck his little finger in his sleep, a faint smile appeared in his blue-gray eyes.

Skillfully picked up the limp little guy, Fu Zhichuan held his butt with one hand, and freed up the other hand to make milk powder for him. How much should be added to each bottle, how much water should be added, He checked carefully what temperature it was.The great god in the circle with his own halo looks like an ordinary dad at this time.

Smelling the scent of milk, Fu Jiuyu still didn't open his eyes, his two little hands were tangled together, twisting and twisting, but he refused to hold the milk bottle.If other people were so self-willed, Fu Dashen would definitely let him know why the flowers are so red, but Fu Zhichuan was extremely patient with his own cub, he was not even willing to let the little guy hold the bottle by himself, but leaned into a suitable position The radian "serves" him to drink.

"You'll spoil him like this." This is the voice-over from Mrs. Masefield.

Fu Zhichuan didn't answer, but still dutifully completed the work of being a baby daddy.After Jiu Yu had eaten and drank enough, he carried him back to his room and coaxed him to sleep well.

In this world, any relationship is mutual.

Therefore, Fu Jiuyu's defense of his father was not without reason.

Xi Yan didn't know much about Fu Jiuyu's upbringing, he just thought that this boy named Mei Yu was a poor child whose parents divorced early or his mother died and his father had no time to take care of him, so he patted his head with some distress.

Fu Jiuyu could feel Xiyan's kindness towards him, so he gently rubbed against his palm.

While talking, the two had already arrived at the dining room.

"Little Sissy!"

Just as he stretched out his hand to push the door open, Xiyan only felt a large black object hitting his face, subconsciously took two steps back, and took a closer look, it turned out that it was not a lump of coal, but a face covered in black ashes Ji Xiaoxiao.

"Have you gone to climb the chimney?" Xiyan felt that it was really possible given Ji Xiaoxiao's playfulness.

Fu Jiuyu tilted his head and looked at Uncle Hei curiously.

"No, no." Ji Xiaoxiao wiped his face casually, and then quickly wiped the dirty things on his clothes. He didn't feel that there was anything precious about the clothes that the endorser gave him. With a bohemian look after feeding the dog, "I'm learning how to cook wild rice with my aunt."

Isn't wild rice the kind you cook outside in the spring?

Just when Xiyan began to suspect that he was a waste of common sense, the kitchen lady in an apron and holding a spatula came over and smiled, "What are you talking about, the young man doesn't understand, what wild rice is, it's just a mess of simple ingredients Stew." The so-called "Da Luan Stew" is a big pot meal made by simply adding vegetables, eggs and other ingredients to the rice when the village is busy with farming because there is no time to cook.

"This young man saw that the firewood stove was novel, so he insisted on helping me to light the fire. Look at the dead leaves and ashes. Don't you people in the city dress well? I think the clothes are high-end, and they can be washed if they get dirty. Is it clean? If I knew about it, I would have lent you old clothes."

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't have any psychological burden. Anyway, as long as the clothes were brought back in a bunch and thrown to Lin Heng, he never had to worry about whether to wash or throw them away.

Xi Yan even felt that if Lin Heng continued to be so virtuous, Ji Xiaoxiao would not be able to take care of herself sooner or later.

After rambling on for a while, the aunt went in and filled out the big pot of rice that had been cooked.This kind of food looks ordinary, but the fragrance is really fragrant, especially the original taste.

Xiyan carefully put Fu Jiuyu on the chair, brought him a spoon, and pulled Ji Xiaoxiao to sit down. Mr. Mei and old Hanbosi just happened to come over, and everyone sat down at a table.

Most people haven't woken up yet. In the dining room, apart from them and the staff of the farmhouse, there are only two tourists sitting by the window.I heard that these two people are obsessed with painting. This time they came to paint rural scenery to hand in their graduation homework. They ordered two boiled eggs for breakfast, but they didn't eat them.

Xiyan was in a daze, thinking that he used to be like this too, eating, sleeping and drawing in the ivory tower all day, never having any troubles...

Mr. Mei has been observing Xiyan in the open and in the dark, followed his line of sight, and asked gently: "Do you like art?"

Xiyan came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

"I heard that you are a director."

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't think that someone would know his name just because he produced a decent work "Innocence", and "Innocence" hadn't been released yet.He naturally thought it was Ji Xiaoxiao who told the old man.

"It's ashamed to be a director or something. Actually, I don't think there is any conflict between interest and profession."

Mr. Mei nodded his head and said: "Young people really should pursue more. While you still have the strength to develop your hobbies, you have to try. Don't regret it at my age. It's too late to regret."

Xiyan respects the kind, kind and wise old man very much, and deeply agrees with Mr. Mei's words.

"But have you thought about your next path?" the old man asked.

Xiyan thought for a while and said: "I will continue to make movies. Whether it is movies or paintings, they are actually a means of expressing inner emotions and reflecting objective reality. My greatest wish is to convey some Thought."

Mr. Mei has a serious face, but in fact he is secretly proud. He said in his heart that this kid is really simple. It seems that I can continue to pretend to be a spiritual teacher to catch his words.So he chatted with Xi Yan again with a smile on his face.

Old Hanbos concentrated on picking up the rice in the bowl, not wanting to look at Mr. Mei any more.This image is too broken!Had the decisive and grumpy Patriarch of the past been captured by aliens?Who can tell him that this kind old man is not his true master?

Ji Xiaoxiao is a snack food person, so he didn't pay attention to whether there was anything wrong with the atmosphere between the three of them. While eating, he told the kitchen lady standing next to him that the taste was very good, which made the kitchen lady happy, and he wanted to bring some Go back and give Lin Heng a taste too - of course, the premise is that the food will not spoil on the way back.

Fu Jiuyu is a very intelligent boy. When he saw this "simple" big pot of rice, he didn't immediately catch his mouth. Don't cartoons always show the protagonist eating poisonous mushrooms and foaming at the mouth?He saw that Ji Xiaoxiao was eating deliciously, and then he scooped up a little bit with a spoon and put it in his mouth.

The result was scalded.

Hearing Fu Jiuyu's hiss, Xiyan quickly turned his head and asked him what's wrong.

Jiu Yu held up the spoon pitifully and said, "It's hot, blow it on."

Xiyan laughed, took the spoon and blew on him, and fed it directly into his mouth after blowing.After that, one fed and the other ate, which seemed very harmonious.

Old Master Mei rubbed his chin, and suddenly felt that Xiyan was actually pretty good, a simple person who would not fight for the benefit of their family, was polite, respected the elderly, and most importantly, was very kind to Jiu Yu.

Old Hanbosi has been by Mr. Mei's side all his life, and he can tell what he is thinking by looking at his eyes. He can't help but breathe a sigh of relief for Xiyan. Having the approval of the old man means that after marrying into the Masefield family, even if Xiyan faces The doubts of other families can also hold their heads high.

Old Hanbos used to think from the perspective of his young master, so he took it for granted that Xiyan must be the one who married in.Thanks to the old man's one night with him, he also thought that the matter of the two of them was settled, but he didn't expect that the third young master had already been "broken up"!

What a tragedy.

After Fu Jiuyu finished eating, he climbed down from the chair in a good mood, and was just about to sneak out to play for a while, when he suddenly met a strange face.The eyes grow twice, and the mouth is very pointed and long.

What is it?The child is curious.

In his short life of four years, Fu Jiuyu had never seen this kind of creature called a big rooster, and was immediately very interested, reaching out to touch its fiery red bright long feathers.

The big rooster thought that his majesty had been provoked, so he spread his wings suddenly, and his slender legs leaned forward slightly. After gaining momentum, he rushed towards Fu Jiuyu like a tiger out of the cage.

The little guy turned pale with fright, turned around and ran, not knowing that the faster he ran, the more ferocious the rooster was, and seeing that he was about to be caught up, Fu Jiuyu was about to cry, but fortunately Xiyan quickly picked him up, the kitchen aunt Afraid that the rooster would scare the boy who was carved in jade again, he hurriedly drove it out.

Xiyan patted Fu Jiuyu on the back to coax him, but found that Fu Jiuyu was not crying. Although his eyelashes were already wet, the tears were held in his eyes and wouldn't fall.

I can't help but admire the little guy's psychological quality.

While sniffling, Fu Jiuyu said in a low voice, "Daddy said...boys can't cry casually...the world must be created."

"Xiao Yu, you are upright." Old Hanbosi was used to the idioms he usually used to correct him, so it was no surprise.

The little guy kept talking about his daddy, but Xiyan was a little curious about his daddy. He didn't seem to be the kind of irresponsible father who was busy with his career and neglected his children. Instead, he taught his children a good life. Get used to it, and cultivate his strong psychological quality.

Fu Jiuyu wanted to go outside to play, so Xiyan asked Mr. Mei, the parent, if he could let him take him out.Mr. Mei naturally agreed.

"I'll go too!" The energetic Ji Xiaoxiao immediately jumped up to join them.

The two painting young men by the window seemed to feel that the view was not wide enough, so they went out with boiled eggs, and in a blink of an eye there were only old Mr. Mei and old Hamps left in the dining room.

Mr. Mei's smile faded, and a serious expression appeared on Old Humble's fat face.

"Come out."

A small door that can only accommodate one person opened on the west wall of the dining room, and the owner of the farmhouse walked out from inside, and said with a formulaic smile: "The old man's sense is still so keen."

Mr. Mei turned his head and stared at him, thoughts flashed in his eyes, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Tell Ah Yun, if you recover from your injury, go home and have a look, Will and Sylvia miss him very much. "

The expression on the boss's face remained the same, but he was already horrified at the old man's knowledge of the news. The man's tracks were always secretive, and his every move was kept secret. According to legend, the old man who had thrown away the power in the Masefield family could find out about the man so quickly. The injury thing is not bad.

"I'll tell him."

"En." Old Master Mei nodded, and in an instant he returned to his normal, kind old man's appearance, with his hands behind his back, he wandered off to play with his great-grandson and "grandson-in-law".

Before leaving, old Hanbosi took a deep look at the owner of the farmhouse and said nothing.

The boss watched their backs disappear, turned around and left through the small door, walked up a small path overgrown with weeds behind the house, walked for a long time in a zigzag way, and came to an ordinary farmhouse.After checking the password with the strong man guarding the farmyard, he was finally able to enter.

In the room, a man was sitting on a wooden chair to change the wound on his chest. His upper body was naked, and the muscles on his abdomen and arms all showed the strength contained in this body.

Seeing the man decisively tearing off the bloody bandage stuck to the wound without frowning, the owner of the farmhouse couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I now understand why you are the most like the old man among the three brothers."

The man paused for a while before changing the bandage, and he said, "Have you seen my grandfather?"

"Well, just now, when he glanced at me, I felt cold behind my back—you really look alike."

"Where is it like?"

"The same eagle-like eyes, the same aggressiveness, the same condescending majesty, and... the desire to destroy."

"destroy?"

"Yeah, don't you love war?" The boss raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his elongated eyes formed a slight arc, with imperceptible sarcasm.

"No, you're wrong." The man quickly bandaged the wound up skillfully as if racing against time on the battlefield, and said in a deep voice, "You're wrong."

At this moment, the boss secretly scolded himself for being cowardly, for not daring to look directly into the man's eyes.

"He who does not love war does not know what peace is."