The burden of true and false idols

The sky is blue, the winding mountain road is clean and blue, the grass is deep on the side of the road, a few sheep are walking around, bending their slender legs, and the copper bells are melodious.

Along the road, a step-by-step mud step was dug out on the hillside behind and was stepped on, leading to a vegetable field.The green cabbage is still covered with morning dew, so tender that it can ooze water in the humid air of the country.

Two legs dangled in front of the earth wall above the vegetable field, and a beautiful ankle was exposed in the loose trousers.Looking up, he was a rather delicate-looking young man with a pale face and straight mouth, looking a little stubborn.He sat on the ridge of the field, holding the dirt with his hands behind his back.

An old man with a basket on his back came slowly on the road, about 70 or [-] years old. When he saw this young man from a long distance, he began to call him: "Head sheep, dumb boy?"

The young man called "Mute Baby" was named Song An, a nice name, but no one called him that, and the elders around him all called him Dumb Baby.

The young man turned his head to look at the old man, but did not reply.His eyes were even a little cold, and he looked very unhuman in the light blue weather.

The old man approached, revealing a dark face with ravines, but clear eyes.He stood on the road, looked up at Song Han, was almost dazzled by the white ankle, and said loudly: "What's wrong with you, the pants are so short, it's time to buy new ones!"

Song Han bent down and pulled the trousers down with both hands on both sides of the trousers.He stood on the ground just now, and now he has rubbed mud on his trouser legs, and now his trousers are all dirty.

The old man sighed, waved his hand at him, and walked down slowly, saying, "You silly boy."

"Meh..."

The shrill voice of the sheep swayed away, and the copper bell rang lightly on its neck, as if answering for him.

The old man had already walked away, turning into a small ball in the narrowing field of vision.Song Han shouted at him: "Light!"

The old man didn't know if he heard it or not, and walked away all the way.The young man on the field ridge jumped up and tiptoed on the field ridge.

Red light and golden light flowed from the opposite sky.The sun is like a yarn, woven layer by layer, gradually covering the top of the mountain, and then thrown high and scattered everywhere.

Birds chirped in the forest, and young people on the ridge of the field fell back and basked in the sun quietly, not caring about the sheep below.

This is a born fool, the only word he has learned is "bright".

His father was a teacher in the mountains, and his mother was a beautiful woman, but they both passed away early.This good-looking fool grew up fortunately.

Even if his property is just a few sheep and a wooden house.

Song An can say a few simple words, but he can almost only say that one word, the only word he can speak and write, Liang.

He herds the sheep in the early morning and calls out "Bright!" at sunrise

He went back to the house in the evening, and when he turned on the light, he shouted "Bright!"

Otherwise, he rarely spoke.Song Han's life remains the same, quiet and boring, just like his name.

As the night deepened and the woods became dark, he stepped on the creaking leaves and walked towards his wooden house accompanied by the copper bells of the sheep.

The threshold is very high, and there are two stones in front of the threshold, but few people come here.He drove the sheep back to the sheepfold, over the two stones, and passed the threshold with long legs.

Facing the dark wall with a joyful expression, he slapped his palms and shouted: "Bright!"

However, there is no light.The room was dark, and the place where his palms were pressed was not as hard as the wall, and was still a little wet.

Song was dumbfounded.He smelled very strange.

A hand suddenly grasped his wrist, dry and warm.Something seemed to break open in the darkness, and there were some rattling sounds in Song An's ears.

He opened his eyes wide, and found that light suddenly poured into the darkness, like the pure and translucent water light of the river at the foot of the mountain on a full moon night when it was illuminated by moonlight.

Song Han whispered again: "Bright!" He didn't care that his right hand was clenched, and stretched out his left hand to touch the light cautiously.

The light suddenly trembled, flickering brightly, as if frightened.

Song Han withdrew his hand, he heard a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

Song An shouted again: "Bright!"

After a rustling sound like cloth rubbing, the electric light was turned on.

Song An seemed unable to react this time, and didn't say "bright", because the bulb had accumulated dust over the years, and the light was dim.But the eyes of the person in front of him were astonishingly bright.

"CUT!"

Xiao Fu smiled at Xu Wang: "I really like this scene so much."

Xu Wang let go of his wrist, rubbed it for him, and then pulled him towards the monitor: "Go, let's see how it goes."

The picture on the screen is perfect, especially those eyes, like the light flowing in the dark night.In the blink of an eye, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Before the filming started, Xiao Fu once said to Xu Wang: "If you had told me that you would play the second male lead, I would definitely not wait until the next day to tell you that I am willing to act."

Xu Wangzai guaranteed the lower limit of this film.His acting skills have reached the point where he can retract and release freely, and he is convincing no matter what.Working with him, Xiao Fu will be more confident.

For this movie, both of them have great enthusiasm. After seeing the itinerary, Xu Wang decided to start the film as soon as possible.

It was already the tenth day of the first lunar month, and the film was shot in a small mountain village in the south. The protagonist of the story is a young sheep herder, who is often a symbol of fantasy and freedom in Western stories, but this story has some fairy tale color.

It's spring, and although it's still cold in the mountains, the people are warm and hospitable.The crew rented a house from the villagers, and the staff lived in the mountains and often received local specialties from them.

After dinner, Xiao Fu took some fireworks sticks to the yard to play.During the Chinese New Year period, he bought a lot and wanted to play with Xu Wang, but his father suffered from gastroenteritis during that time, and he took care of his father when he was free.

After Xiao's father recovered from his illness, Xiao Fu packed up his things and went with the group, bringing all the fireworks.He brought a DuPont Langsheng lighter, but he didn't smoke, and he used it for lighting fireworks sticks.

Xu Wang was still in the house, chatting with the villagers to understand the local customs.Xiao Fu held the firework stick in the cold wind, feeling a little embarrassed, why is he called Xu Huang?

He felt quite childish.Such an adult, I still want to play fireworks with him.

Ah headache.

Xiao Fu was about to stop talking, and waited for Xu Wang to come out by himself, and joined in consciously.But he stood there stupidly for a long time without seeing Xu Wang's figure.

Cheekily flicking out his phone, Xiao Fu sent Xu Wang an emoji: Come out to play, come out to play.jpg

Stuffing the phone back into his pocket, Xiao Fu tapped a fairy wand, the thin filaments of light, pretty is pretty, it makes no noise, so it can't attract Xu Wang's attention.

Xiao Fu casually threw it aside, and lit another longer firework stick, this time there was a thin chi-chi sound, the sparks were colorful, and the smoke was heavy.

Xiao Fu was about to throw it aside when a timid voice sounded: "Brother, don't throw it away."

Xiao Fu was startled, and saw a little girl about ten years old standing under the dim eaves. Seeing him looking over, the little girl ran over, pointed to his firework stick, and said in a low voice, "I Can you hold it?"

"Take it and play with it." Xiao Fu smiled at her, and stuffed the fireworks stick into her hand.

The little girl was happy, and waved back again, and said with a smile: "Come here."

It was only then that Xiao Fu saw that there was a boy holding the door of that family's house, looking at this side.His heart moved, he lit several more firework sticks, and called the boy: "Come and play together."

The boy walked over slowly, lowered his head shyly, and refused to take the things in Xiao Fu's hand.He is slightly taller than the girl, and his clothes are a little dirty.

Xiao Fu handed all the firework sticks to the girl, and the girl distributed them to the boy, before he held them and shook the firework sticks slightly.

Xiao Fu squatted down slightly, and said to them: "Brother, bring some, can you take it and put it away? Brother wants to watch the fireworks, can you help me?"

The little girl jumped up and said with a smile: "Okay!" The little boy nodded cautiously.

Xiao Fu lighted two more fairy sticks and handed them to the boy. This time he caught them and shyly showed two teeth to Xiao Fu. The yellowed sparks reflected on his face, revealing two lumps on his cheek flush.

The little girl is very lively, holding a firework stick and dancing, the sparks of changing colors leave arcs in the air, very beautiful.

She smiled crisply, and called the boy happily: "You move, it's fun!"

The boy glanced at Xiao Fu secretly, Xiao Fu smiled softly, and handed him two firework sticks that could change color.

The girl came over and pulled his arm, "Jump, use this to draw circles!"

The boy opened his arms, danced in the air, and jumped like her.

The two children had a great time, dancing, laughing, and finally holding the firework sticks in circles hand in hand.

There were only a few long firework sticks left in the bag he took out, and Xiao Fu was afraid that it would be dangerous for children to play with, so he said, "Now let's see brother put a big one!"

The boy and the girl stood still and looked at him with a smile.

Xiao Fu lit the primer with a lighter, and then straightly stretched the firework stick towards the sky. After a short while, the firework stick only made a chirping sound, and the spark was very small.

"Huh?" Xiao Fu said, "It's like this."

He was about to say let the children play, but there was a sudden "咻!" in his ear.

A ray of light spewed out from the pipe of the firework stick, the firelight flashed across the air, and a splendid firework exploded with a bang, illuminating a part of the night sky.

Xiao Fu was startled, but a hand stretched out from behind, holding his hand holding the firework stick.There was some warm breath of firewood on his body, and he gently hugged Xiao Fu.

Xiao Fu turned to look at him, but Xu Wang said, "Look."

Another firework exploded, flickering dots of light scattered in front of my eyes, and flowers bloomed again in the sky.

"Hoo!" One sound after another, the fireworks are bright and beautiful.

A total of nine shots, and finally fell silent, the little girl clapped her hands and laughed: "It's so beautiful!"

Xiao Fu complained to Xu Wang: "If you don't come early, I'm done."

Xu Wang took the lighter in his hand, lit the primers of the last two fireworks tubes, handed them to the two children, and dragged Xiao Fu into the dark.

He said: "I saw you playing, and I am happier than I am playing myself."

Xiao Fu poked his elbow towards his waist: "Don't coax me with the tone of coaxing a little girl!"

Xu Wang approached him, and quickly kissed him on the cheek: "You are so good. You know I'm coaxing you."

Xiao Fu: "..."

The long primers of the two fireworks tubes finally burned out, and one after another fireworks flew into the air.

Just now, Xiao Fu only cared about Xu Wang's body temperature behind him, and didn't look at it seriously, so he looked at Huo Huo carefully.

The fireworks are so beautiful.

A proud and charming bird flew into the sky, golden threads spread out from its body, and then folded golden stars flew out, stretched out in clusters, from small to large, and came into view.Before the gorgeous light faded, another bird flew over, along the same channel, blooming with different brilliance.

"Hoo!" Xu Wang whispered the onomatopoeia next to his ear, and bit the tip of his ear again.

"Xiao Fu, baby, little silly," he called Xiao Fu's different names, and asked him in an intoxicated voice, "Do you know why our movie is called 'The Sound of Flowers'?"

In the darkness, Xiao Fu's legs were a little weak, and he grabbed his arm, and he understood a little in an instant.

"Isn't it the slight sound of petals opening when a flower blooms, is it the sound of fireworks?"

"Hoo." Xiao Fu repeated softly, "This voice."

Xu Huan laughed softly: "What should I do, you are so smart, I really want to kiss you."

Xiao Fu felt hot blood rushing to the top of his head, his face was very hot.Grabbing Xu Wang's hand suddenly, Xiao Fu led him to run to the back of the house.

The steps of both of them were a bit chaotic, but they were exciting and wonderful, like a dance after drunk.

A lot of firewood was piled up behind the house, these wet trees were not dry yet, and had a fresh smell, Xiao Fu leaned his back against them, and kissed Xu Wang frantically.

He made a broken voice: "Is...isn't...the sound of fireworks?"

Xu Wang blocked his soft lips, pressed up little by little, and held his hand against his chest.

"The sound of Cupid's arrow is also 咻. This is the sound closest to love in the world."

Xiao Fu's hand felt a heart beating in his chest.Hot and touching.

The sound closest to love is "咻", which means love is on the way.

And the sound of love is like the "bang" when fireworks bloom, it is the sound of heartbeat.

The author has something to say: Today, I am flirtatious again, immersed in my own romance and unable to extricate myself. (Self-touching is really over. I understand the shortcomings of this article, but it doesn’t affect my love for it at all. Heartbroken (ー`? ー))