【Langlang Nails】Two days before the divorce

Gong Jun took Zhang Zhehan back to Chengdu, when the summer in Hengdian was about to end.

Only the director of the whole crew knew about the two of them.

Those two days happened to be supplementary filming of other actors' scenes. After they entered the group, they worked continuously for a few months and finally had some free time. They discussed with the director how to line up the next scene. Went to the airport.

——It is a good name for Zhang Zhehan, who is crazy about eating spicy food, to experience the severe beating of Chengdu pepper.

Chengdu at the end of August is still as hot as a big steamer. The rainy season has just passed, and the weather is still seamlessly switching between scorching heat and pouring rain.

When Gong Jun was cooking in the kitchen, his mother lay on the sofa in the living room next to Zhang Zhehan, not forgetting to call her son loudly: "Take Hanhan out to play at night and bring an umbrella!"

"Got it!" Gong Jun's voice came from the gap between the roar of the range hood.

Zhang Zhehan wanted to go to the kitchen to watch Gong Jun cook, but was pulled back by Gong Jun's mother, who said with a smile that their daughter-in-law of the Gong family didn't follow the kitchen rules, and kicked Gong Jun's father into the kitchen to help his son.

"Ah Jun, you remember it! I won't let your daughter-in-law go to the kitchen in the future!" Gong Jun's mother turned her head and yelled at the kitchen again, which made Zhang Zhehan, who was already embarrassed, even more embarrassed and at a loss.

"He can't get off either, I'm afraid he'll blow up the kitchen!" Gong Jun laughed heartlessly over there.

Later, when he left Gong Jun's parents' house and went back to the house that Gong Jun bought in the suburbs, Gong Jun still forgot to bring his umbrella.

The car drove all the way from the busy city center to the suburbs, breaking away from the crowded evening rush hour traffic.Zhang Zhehan looked at the night sky that gradually opened up from the zenith of the car. The night sky in the old town was darker and purer than that of the CBD. Saying goodbye to the rendering of neon lights, it showed a rich dark blue.

"Why did you buy it in the old city? What if it gets demolished later?" Zhang Zhehan asked Gong Jun vaguely.

"No, now Chengdu Culture and Tourism likes to focus on building these old towns. Don't look at this side is much more dilapidated than Chunxi Road. When the weather is good, there are no fewer tourists than there." Gong Jun drove Talk to Zhang Zhehan, which famous old street passed by, and which Internet celebrity check-in place passed by.

"I also have a suite in Taikoo Li." Gong Jun said.

"As expected of Mr. Gong, a hard-working worker, you have a successful career." Zhang Zhehan applauded with a smile, saying that your advertisements in those years were not in vain.

"What kind of paint, Pizza Hut, bank card..." Zhang Zhehan wanted to laugh when he mentioned the advertisements that Gong Jun received when he was a model. He said, I really don't know if you don't tell me, so you have already Appeared in my life.

"Your old Gong is everywhere." Gong Jun also smiled, holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking back at the smiling person on the co-pilot, "You who grew up drinking Wangzai's milk, how dare you talk about me, you. "

As he said that, he was going to look for Zhang Zhehan's early commercials to read on his phone: "I am a junior this year, and I drink Wangzai denim..."

Zhang Zhehan rushed forward, covering his mouth and grabbing the phone: "Your uncle, it's been too long, stop!"

Gong Jun let him hold his hand and continued driving, laughing and spreading his warm breath into Zhang Zhehan's palm.

"Then why don't you take me to sleep in Taikoo Li, and drive so far to the old city." Zhang Zhehan withdrew his hand and quickly changed the topic.

"The house over there has just been painted..." As soon as Gong Jun said this, he immediately looked at Zhang Zhehan, and as expected, he started laughing again when he saw the man, obviously reminding him of his early paint advertisement.

"Actually, I mainly want to show you around here. I lived near here when I was a child."

BGM: "You Can Hear It" - Jay Chou

The old underground parking lot is quite a distance from the place where Gong Jun lived, Zhang Zhehan would rather accompany Gong Jun to take a walk in the memories of his teenage years.

On a summer night at the end of August, the hot air was like a sponge soaked in water. The two walked side by side, their cotton T-shirts rubbing against the corners of their clothes, and occasionally their bare arms touched each other, as if they were touching wet fog.

Zhang Zhehan followed Gong Jun's footsteps through the wide and narrow alleys.

The bluestone slabs of the old street are covered with moss, the low houses around are hung with dim street lamps, and the old people dragged bamboo and rattan chairs to sit in a circle under the old tree. Licking the black dirt of the teapot in the dark night.

Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun leaned under an early-blooming sweet-scented osmanthus tree to watch the boiling hot new tea. The tea, swaying under the dim yellow lamp, dripped into the iron vat with blue and white background to cool down.

"When I was a child, that's about the end of the cram school. I like to carry a schoolbag by the side and listen to my uncle and aunt chatting." Gong Jun smiled and gestured to Zhang Zhehan, "If there are any ghost stories, I will stop immediately I just don’t want to go home to do my homework anymore, and my mother has to come from the store with a flashlight to catch me back at night.”

Zhang Zhehan followed Gong Jun's finger to look at the dusty roller shutter store at the corner of the alley, next to the weighing pan Malatang.

"Your shop?"

"Yes, my family opened a canteen when I was a child."

Zhang Zhehan was stunned for a moment, and he said that I saw on the Internet that your family is in business, and you only go through a small shop.

Gong Jun smiled and said, living people are right in front of you, and you still listen to nonsense on the Internet.

"When I was in junior high school, my dad was sick and went to other places to see a doctor. My mom stayed in Chengdu to accompany me to study, and opened a small shop in front of our house." Gong Jun said lightly, and talked with Zhang Zhehan about the most difficult years at home. .

"Actually, when I was younger, I wanted to be a scientist." Gong Jun walked side by side with him, past the Chuan Chuan shop where the elementary school students lined up after school, and went to line up to buy a handful for Zhang Zhehan, put it in a big paper cup Wrapped in hot soup, "Later, I thought it would be better to do something that can make money. There is no way. I feel that my parents are really not good enough for business. It's better to let me do it."

Zhang Zhehan originally thought that Gong Jun was different from him, that he was a happy fool who grew up in a sugar jar, a young master who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth.

He thought of the carefree smiling faces of Gong Jun's family, overlapping with the youthful years that Gong Jun said lightly but clearly concealed too much pain.

Zhang Zhehan held the tube of skewers that Gong Jun stuffed for him. He who would never use heavy oil and salt in order to lose weight for filming, broke the two-month precept.

"Has this shop been open since you were in junior high school?" Zhang Zhehan bit a lucky bag, and handed the rest of the lottery to Gong Jun's mouth, "I have never eaten such delicious skewers before. What you eat in Jinli when you come to Chengdu can’t compare to this.”

Gong Jun lowered his head and bit the pick that Zhang Zhehan handed over, and responded with a smile, saying that you must follow my old Chengdu to eat, and I will take you to eat egg cakes and capers tomorrow.

In fact, Gong Jun himself didn't know why he would tell Zhang Zhehan about those things when he was a child.

He never took the initiative to talk to others.

The vast majority of people you meet in this world only look at your present and future, how many people are willing to listen to your past, and how many people are worthy of a person who has always kept the past in his heart to speak?

But Zhang Zhehan's eyes were bright, he told me to tell me more about your childhood.

Those eyes looked at him with the deepest empathy, saying "I want to know you" plainly.

There is such a person who wants to participate in the youthful years that he has stumbled through.

Coincidentally, the adult man who whitewashes his lonely thoughts with a bright smile is also willing to fly in front of this man the paper kite that fell on a rainy day when he was a teenager, full of rain and regret.

Gong Jun suddenly couldn't hide those secrets anymore.

He told Zhang Zhehan about the big boiler of the master who cooks in the leather shoe factory next to the canteen. It was the place where he first became interested in cooking; the old light bulbs in the canteen always cast shadows on the homework. Jun is tall enough that he can tiptoe to change light bulbs by himself when his father is not at home; the year he got the Donghua admission letter, his mother was so happy that he beat gongs, drums and banners in the whole old street; I lived in the basement and took roadshows worth tens of dollars. Later, I made a fortune and walked all over the country and abroad, but my heart was still on the narrow and long old street when I was a child.

Zhang Zhehan climbed the long stone steps behind him, listening to Gong Jun's dusty youthful past with a smile. Raindrops splashed from the stone steps onto the upper of his shoes, and then the dense water vapor suddenly turned into a shower and poured down from the quiet night sky. Gong Jun took him by the hand and ran to a place where he could hide from the rain.

"Tell you not to listen to your mother and bring an umbrella!"

"Don't you forget too!"

Both were wearing white T-shirts, like summer uniforms from their school days.

Mature men who are about to reach the threshold of 30 years old are bickering while running in the rain, as if they want to run back to each other's youth time side by side.

"I'll take you to the secret base of my childhood." Gong Jun paused, afraid that the rain would drown out his voice, and repeated it loudly.

"You primary school student." The interlocked fingers slipped in the rain, Zhang Zhehan moved his knuckles and interlocked with Gong Jun's fingers, "I can hear you."

Zhang Zhehan's leg injury had better not get wet, nor run for a long time, even if Gong Jun pulled him, he still ran a bit slower.

A thin T-shirt and trousers were almost soaked in the heavy rain, and strands of half-length hair stuck to his cheeks. His face was faintly blurred between the rain and the night, and the moment he was illuminated by the passing lights seemed to be drawn from ink and wash. The most beautiful picture scroll that emerged from the movie.

In the end, Gong Jun ignored Zhang Zhehan's refusal and carried him back to his secret base when he was young.

On the courtyard above the stone steps, there are elderly people living in the old house.

Gong Jun took Zhang Zhehan to sit in the courtyard by the stove, drying clothes and shoes, watching the pouring rain falling from the sky in all directions.

He said it was a pity that it was raining today. I used to come here alone to look at the stars when I was a child, but today I couldn’t see them.

"I apologize for letting Mr. Zhang get caught in such a heavy rain." Gong Jun said with a smile, "I will sing a song for Mr. Zhang."

He looked up at the dense rain, and sang the part of "Qilixiang" with a straight voice.

—singing "It rains all night, my love overflows like rain."

"I don't remember which year it was. When this song was very popular, I stole my cousin's tape recorder and tapes, and often sat here alone at night and listened to this song."

"It's 2004." Zhang Zhehan said that he didn't expect you to listen to Jay Chou, the album was just released that year.

"Listen, listen, can you stop singing my Jay Chou with the vigor of the Long March." Zhang Zhehan said to Gong Jun with a smile.

"Then sing it to me." Gong Jun stretched out his hand and stroked the wet hair on Zhang Zhehan's forehead behind his ears, "They say you sing beautifully, but I haven't heard it yet."

"Okay."

The old street in the southwest was washed by the showers, and the man led his partner through the secret paradise of his youth.Sitting quietly by the patio and spending the starless summer rainy night together, the person beside you is the brightest moon reflected in the eyes.

Wet summer wants to hear you sing a love song many years ago for me.

——"You are the only one I want to know."