Entering the entertainment industry too deeply

Zhang Chi went to fumble in his pocket. It was hot in summer, and he actually found out a pack of napkins. He didn't know when he put it in his pocket.

Luo Changning's tears were not many, but they fell without warning just after flashing two lines. At first glance, they were full of tears, but after a few seconds, the tears had stopped, leaving only two shallow lines The shallow tear stains still showed that he had been sad for a moment.

Zhang Chi pulled out a napkin, and Luo Changning was carefully picking up the "photo". The puppet was in a daze.

Zhang Chi gently wiped away the tears on Luo Changning's face as if he was treating precious porcelain. Then he opened his mouth to say something, but without allowing him to say it first, Luo Changning suddenly hoarse: "Why bother?"

Zhang Chi blinked, but didn't understand, so he stepped forward and gave Luo Changning a hug, and hugged him into his arms, and because the other party was a grown man, it was not easy to hug him full, so he was a bit like a hug Holding a doll child who is a circle bigger than himself, he refuses to let go even though he is uncomfortable in the hug.

"it's already over."

Zhang Chi rested his chin on Luo Changning's shoulder, and repeated: "It's all over."

Luo Changning's eyes were dazed, and he still looked listless. After a few seconds, he slowly reached out and hugged Zhang Chi back. This was the first time he leaned on this person, and his head slowly fell down.Ears and cheeks were attached to Zhang Chi's shoulders, eyes swept across the room, and when they were closed, there was another trail of tears.

He murmured his lips twice, and he became a repeater, with the same sentence: "Why...why bother..."

In the early morning of the second day, two tall and tall men with excellent temperament, wearing baseball caps with the brims pressed down very low, appeared in the cemetery behind the church in the suburbs of S City.

Not many people who died in S City were buried here. After all, most Chinese people don't believe in religion.There are not many tombstones in the cemetery here, and there are scattered and scattered everywhere. It will take decades or hundreds of years to become a large scale.

Both Zhang Chi and Luo Changning came to Wang Juansheng's tomb with a large bunch of white flowers in their hands. Next to her was the tombstone of Luo Changning's father Luo Yanhui.

"It's not my mother who believes in Christianity, it's my father." Luo Changning bent down, took out one flower from a bunch of flowers and put it in front of Luo Yanhui's grave before putting the rest in front of Wang Juansheng's grave.

Zhang Chi followed suit, and took out one and put it in front of Luo Yan's grave, and said obeisance: "Uncle, you have a spirit in the sky, you must bless Changning with good health, no disasters, and a long life, um, by the way." It will be even better if you take it with you and bless me!"

Luo Changning glanced at him, a slight smile flashed across his mouth, and then he looked at Wang Juansheng's tombstone solemnly. After Zhang Chi finished paying his respects, he patted Luo Changning on the shoulder in a very witty and understanding way: "Changning, where am I?" Waiting for you under the tree."

Luo Changning nodded, thought for a while and then urged: "I'll find you later, don't run around."

Zhang Chi looked at the gentleness in this person's heart, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Luo Changning's hand: "Don't worry, I will definitely wait for you, and I will not abandon you."

Luo Changning stared at the hand being held, wondering if it was being taken advantage of, or if he should flick Zhang Chi's forehead, Zhang Chi had already let go of his hand and walked down the slope, and thoughtfully shouted as he walked, "Don't worry! , You can talk as long as you want, I won’t run around, I’ll wait for you under the tree!”

When Zhang Chi was left with only a back view, Luo Changning looked away and turned to look at his mother's tombstone. The photo on the tombstone was of his mother when she was young, she was a beauty. Compared with his father who died young, Luo Changning's She looks more like her mother.

This is probably also the wonder of blood relationship. He once thought that he and his mother had no love or hatred, just like strangers, but every time he just needed to find a mirror, he could find traces of his mother's existence—was it his own? Is it a face?

"I might still hate you." Luo Changning stood in front of the tombstone and spoke, and the words after the first sentence would flow smoothly.

"In the second year after you left, I followed the agreement. Even if I didn't receive a single letter, I insisted on writing a letter every day. There was no less than one letter in 365 letters for a whole year." Luo Changning squatted down, My finger touched the photo of my mother: "Do you know why I didn't write it later, because you have been silent for 365 days. When I wrote in the third year, I had already forgotten... what you look like."

"It's not worth it, it's really not worth it." Luo Changning's voice softened, as if he was sighing: "I've read over 1200 letters, as well as the clothes you made for me in the packing box, and the half-knit scarf , Zhang Chi took it away, and said that he would finish knitting the scarf. How can he knit a scarf as a big man? I thought about it, and felt that the scene was a bit chilly. Mom..."

At the end of Luo Changning's speech, he called out those two words.

After shouting, he lowered his voice thoughtfully: "There is nothing unforgivable. If I don't forgive you, why don't I forgive myself? I don't hate you anymore."

After thinking about it, with quiet and sad eyes, he said that sentence: "Mom, I love you."

I have been in this world.

I have loved and I have hated.

I finally made peace with the world.

At this time, Zhang Chi was sitting on a swing under the tree. It was a very large banyan tree. It was decades or hundreds of years old. The trunk was so thick that it took three or four adults to hug it together.

He sat on the swing, swayed a few times for his own amusement, and said to himself: "It's nice to have a mother, Changning really doesn't know how to cherish it." , the person looks like an idiot: "Hey, but Changning is so cute, Auntie doesn't love you, should I love you for her—"

The words came to an abrupt end, the image of Xiao Changning in front of Zhang Chi's eyes and in his mind became more and more blurred, he was dizzy, but as if he had sensed something, he squinted his eyes and looked forward——

The wind blew up, and the woman's charming curly hair was lifted by the wind. She was wearing a long skirt and looked at Zhang Chi quietly. Zhang Chi opened his mouth: "Juansheng... Auntie?"

Wang Juansheng looked at the hillside from a distance, and then showed a gentle smile to Zhang Chi. She opened her arms, and Zhang Chi jumped off the swing and ran over quickly. He also opened his arms, and only one fell. In the embrace of nothingness, Wang Juansheng has disappeared.

He fell down on the grass, supported his head, and muttered shaking his head, "Mom's... how does mother feel?"

Luo Changning had just descended the hillside and came under the tree, only to hear Zhang Chi muttering something, but he couldn't hear clearly, he bent down and stretched out his hand: "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Zhang Chi raised his head to look at him. His eyes were black and white, and the expression in his eyes was as clear as this black and white. It shrank back as quickly as being bitten by a snake.

He put his hands on the ground and stood up abruptly. Luo Changning withdrew his hands and looked at Zhang Chi: "Are you okay? Xiao Chi, you—"

"Mr. Luo." Zhang Chi interrupted Luo Changning, and then he was taken aback for a moment, and then he said with a straight face, "Director Luo, Mr. Luo, please call me by my name."

Luo Changning saw that his face was upright, and there was no caring and tenderness in his eyes, so he was silent for a moment before asking him in a very soft voice: "Is it... the empathy phenomenon has been resolved?"

Zhang Chi had a straight face, and said righteously: "The past two months have been so annoying, I made you watch a lot of jokes at once, I hope you don't mind."

Luo Changning turned around. He didn't know what expression he had on his face, but it was an expression that was difficult to deal with people. His hands, like Zhang Chi's, slowly clenched into fists in his pockets, and he walked outside. Responding to Zhang Chi in a flat tone: "It's nothing, what do I mind, I should thank you."

Zhang Chi followed behind him, the two came in the same car, no matter how embarrassing he was, he had to go back with Luo Changning in the same car now.

His tone was smooth, unlike the usual sincere look towards Luo Changning, he would be polite when he spoke: "Hey, I really made President Luo laugh, I am usually a very normal person, not So—" Zhang Chi's tongue twisted around and found a suitable word: "It's not so absurd."

Luo Changning froze, listening to his footsteps, Zhang Chi was almost in the same row as him, he only heard Luo Changning say: "It's nothing ridiculous, don't say that, how can I deal with myself if you say that."