In those years with the movie king

Hello everyone, my name is Heng Heng.

Xiong Hengheng's Hengheng.

The date of manufacture is April 1997, 4, and it turns 1 this year, so it is an elderly bear.

I think I can grow up safely and not be thrown into the trash can, all thanks to the careful care of wine.Although sometimes I can't wait to jump up and hit him, but he is indeed the best person to me.

During my 24 years of Xiongsheng, all I could see in front of my eyes was that world, and there was only one wine.My world revolves around him.So, let me tell you the story of Jiujiu.

In fact, everyone knows the story of Jiujiu very well.Would you like to hear it again from the perspective of a teddy bear?

I'm about to start.

I was born in a Chinese toy factory. I was labeled as "made in China" when I was born. I traveled across the ocean to fly to the United States and became an imported teddy bear.

A loving couple spotted me as a first birthday present for their son.

The couple seemed to be really in love at that time.A beautiful and elegant Chinese lady, a romantic and gentle Chinese man, they gave birth to a very beautiful baby.This is really a happy family of three.

I saw that little baby, carved from jade, with black hair and black eyes.A small mass lay beside me, no thicker than my arms, no taller than my stomach.

He is so cute.

I learned from the child's mother that the baby's name is Madeira, which is the name of a kind of wine.I'll just call him Liquor Bar.

I accompany this little baby day and night, watching him roll over, crawl, and spit bubbles at night.Oh, and he wets the bed sometimes.

Occasionally he would turn over and roll on top of me, giggling on my fluffy belly.The black eyes are like jewels, very beautiful.

What a lovely family.

We also took a family portrait.Yes, I was also featured.In the photo is a family with black hair and black eyes. Jiujiu's father is holding Jiujiu in one hand and me in the other.Everyone was smiling brightly.

The good times didn't last long, and there was a quarrel between the host and hostess of the house.The host wants to return to the country, but the hostess is unwilling to leave her familiar hometown, nor give up her career.Neither side backed down.

They are divorced.

Jiujiu became the baby of a single-parent family.

Jiujiu's mother is a soprano singer. She is very concerned about her career and often goes out, leaving her child with her grandmother.

When Jiujiu was four or five years old, he loved to go to his grandmother's room and listen to her stories.He likes to listen to stories with me in his arms, and he feels that I have a soul who grew up with him.

At that time, he was only so big, less than one meter tall, clumsily hugging me, and walking staggeringly.

I'm a 1.8-meter oversized doll.

But he still insisted on holding me.

"Big Bear also needs to listen to stories." Jiujiu said, "Otherwise it will always be left in the room, and it will be lonely."

Alas, this silly boy.

It's not me who's lonely, it's you.

When Jiujiu was six years old, his mother remarried with a blond American man and soon had another child named Ethan.

Another happy family of three, but the protagonist has changed two people.

Alcohol has become superfluous.

The mother was clearly more concerned with the new husband and the other child than with the older son.Jiujiu is only loved by my grandmother.

This family is very wealthy, and there will be no shortage of material life such as wine and wine.There are a bunch of new dolls on the wine bed, but he likes to cuddle with me the most.

Maybe I am the only one who can still connect with the warm family of three in the old days.Jiujiu can only learn about his biological father's appearance from the only group photo, and that he also had a happy family.And I've seen it all.

I am different.

Jiujiu liked looking at that photo so much.Every time Ethan's family of three enjoyed themselves happily, Jiujiu would go to look at the family portrait silently while watching, comforting himself that he used to have a family too.

But one day Linna tore up the only photo and threw it away.Because she felt that it was not good to leave a photo with her ex-husband in the new family.

Jiujiu couldn't find the photo after returning from school, and cried very sadly for the first time.Lin Na lied to him that the photo was blown away by the wind, so Jiujiu secretly carried a lamp to look outside. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the photo that was blown away by the wind.

I really want to say to him: Jiujiu, don't look for it, that photo has been torn up.

But I can't say anything, I'm just a teddy bear.

That night Jiujiu climbed into bed, hugged me, and cried in my arms.

He said, "Big Bear, I only have you."

Okay, just me, just me, I will accompany you.

Jiujiu is growing up slowly. He is as thick as my arm and as tall as my stomach.

But his personality becomes more taciturn every day, and he rarely laughs.Especially after his grandmother passed away, he didn't speak all day long.The only time he forced a smile was when Ethan asked him to play.

I kind of hate Lena.

She always blamed Jiujiu indiscriminately.

It was obvious that the two of them were hanging out together, but Lin Na said that drinking and drinking would harm Ethan.

Jiujiu was very sad, curled up on the bed and cried, I really wanted to hug him, but I couldn't move.

I'm just a teddy bear.

Luckily, Ethan crawls in through the window to wish him a happy birthday.

Jiujiu was very happy, put his arms around me that night and said, "Big Bear, look, there are still people in this family who remember my birthday."

I remember too.

I whispered in my heart.

Jiujiu, happy birthday to you.

When I was ten, I was old as a teddy bear.

The cotton in my stomach rotted away, and my whole body shriveled up, like an old man in his dying years.Jiujiu has more newer dolls, and I'm too out of place in them.

Lina threw me in the trash once while cleaning the room, and I was nearly destroyed that time.When the garbage truck was approaching in the dark, Jiujiu ran up to me panting, and carried me back from the garbage dump.

He washed me carefully and stuffed new cotton in my stomach.And because of this, Linna was ignored for three days.

We hate her just as much.

Jiujiu would often act on me, arranging different identities for me.

Sometimes I am a father, sometimes I am a mother, and sometimes I am a non-existent friend who only belongs to wine.

I have many, many names.

Jiujiu would often tell me what happened in school.

"They all bully me. Those white kids are disgusting. They splashed ink on my clothes and put nails on my stool. Because I'm yellow." Jiujiu said sullenly, "But the Chinese in the school are not welcome either. Me, because I don't speak Chinese."

"They're really bad." Jiujiu whispered.

Yes, they are really bad.

I agree in my heart.

It's a pity that I'm not a real strong bear to protect Jiujiu.

I'm just...a teddy bear.

One day Jiujiu ran back to the room excitedly, jumped on the bed and hugged me: "Big bear, big bear, you don't know how cool my mother is today! She broke into the principal's office and warned those little bastards! No one dares to bully me anymore, they Everyone envies that I have a cool mother."

I was strangled by him.

But for the sake of his being so happy, I forgive him.

I also forgave Linna a little bit.

Just a little bit.

It turns out that some people don't deserve to be forgiven.

"I'm going to China. I can tell that she wants me to go." Jiujiu didn't cry, he looked at me calmly, not disappointed, only with the usual indifference, "She wants to drive me away."

Lina is a bad woman!

I cursed many times in my heart.

But Jiujiu just gently patted my head: "It's okay, even if I want to leave, I will definitely take you with me."

On the day he went to the airport to go to China, besides the necessary luggage, he only took me with him.

Maybe in his heart, there is nothing to miss in this family except me.

...No, and Ethan.

The child Ethan chased him crying for a long time, and finally had to be pulled away by Linna.

Jiujiu said, "Ethan, goodbye."

Then turn around and board the plane without looking back.

Jiu Jiu met his biological father in China.He practiced Chinese very hard, learned dance, and adapted to the new environment very quickly.

He would make video calls with his American family members, and he would smile easily in front of the screen, and his smile would subside as soon as he closed the call.

He hugged me and whispered, "It's so annoying."

"You don't like me again, why do you miss me?"

In the next five years, Jiujiu studied dance in a professional college, and he had to bring me, who was 1.8 meters tall, with me on a small bed in the dormitory.

I occupied most of the bed, and he could only squeeze into a small corner.The boy is already as tall as my shoulders.He likes to sleep on his side and hug me, as if I block the whole outside world for him, he will feel safe.

Jiujiu's roommate laughed at him: "Fubai, why do you sleep with a doll in your arms at such a big age? Just like a girl."

"This teddy bear looks old. Can't you get another one?"

Jiujiu said, "If I don't change it, I'll sleep with it in my arms."

A group that moved me.

At 15, I was so broken.One of the glass eyeballs fell out, and the body was unthreaded, exposing the cotton inside.

Jiujiu replaced me with new cotton, sewed up my body with needles, and fitted me with a new glass eyeball.

I began to linger on again, relying on a little bit of vitality to slowly continue my life.

Jiujiu's father took drugs.

During that time, the family often came to collect debts.

They beat and kicked the man around, the man didn't protect his head, but his legs, muttering: "Don't hit my legs, I still use them for dancing, don't hit my legs..."

When those people heard this, they immediately crippled Jiujiu's father's leg.

This is what Jiu Jiu saw when he came back.

This obedient, quiet child I watched growing up seemed to explode in an instant.He picked up the chair and beat the group of people to the ground, their heads were bloody, and the cruelty in their eyes was shocking.

I feel sorry for him.

I don't want to recall this paragraph, skip it.

Anyway, in those days... this kind of thing often happened.

In the end, the wine was numb.

A 16-year-old boy, still inexperienced in the world, seems to have experienced most of the pain in his life.But fate told him that it was not enough.

You haven't suffered enough.

When Jiujiu was 16 years old, he was scouted by scouts to make his debut. He was so handsome and in urgent need of money.

Every time he comes back, he has to take a shower many times, washing his body to the point of peeling off a layer of skin, climbed into bed and hugged me: "Today, that old man touched my legs again, and another pinched my face. I don't like it." They, they are not as clean as you."

But he still has to deal with all kinds of people every day.

Until one day when he came back, there were two palm prints on his face. He didn't take a bath, but just sat down and looked at me quietly.Then he climbed into bed and hugged me without saying a word.

"Don't think I'm dirty...I'm too tired to take a shower tonight," he said to me, "Sorry, Bear."

Fool, I don't despise you.

Who bullied you?Who beat you like this?

If only I were a real bear, I'm strong and big enough to protect him.

Later, Jiujiu ran home disheveled.

"I can't wash it clean anymore." Jiujiu lay beside me, looking at the white ceiling, "I became the person I hate the most. I crawled on our President Han's bed. I also took the initiative to take shortcuts by unspoken rules One day." He covered his face with a self-deprecating laugh.

"But he didn't touch me and gave me resources." Jiujiu's voice calmed down, "I don't regret it."

With the resources, Jiujiu began to catch up with activities and announcements all over the country.

He couldn't take me with him all the time, so I was left at home with Jiujiu's father.

Jiujiu's father died suddenly in this empty room.

A generation of talented dancers died in a bleak situation, and no one knew about it. There was only a doll bear lying on the sofa without a word.

I watched all this quietly.

Jiujiu, come back soon.

I call in my heart.

If you don't come back, your father's body will rot.

But I thought again.

Jiujiu, don't come back.

This is so cruel to you.

Wine is still back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his father lying on the ground, his slightly smelly body, and was taken aback.

The boy lowered his eyes and calmly called the funeral home.

The whole process of handling the funeral was very calm, so calm that the funeral home staff couldn't help being shocked by the young man's indifference to his father's death.

But he cried miserably in my arms at night.

Wept so hard that I couldn't speak a word.

In fact, Jiujiu is a person who loves to cry and is afraid of pain. He should grow up delicately and become a very prosperous and colorful flower of wealth and honor in the world.

But he suffered so much pain that he couldn't cry. He had grown up hard in the world, and no one had ever been able to shield him from the wind and rain.

I feel sorry for him.

I really want to become a human being who can move, I want to hug him.

When Jiujiu's father passed away, his career was on the rise.Due to various changes, he was obviously out of shape.No one knows what kind of story is behind this boy and how much pressure he has endured.He never talked about his life experience on shows and interviews, anyway, he would be said to be selling miserably.

He had seen too much malice, and he had thorns all over his body, refusing anyone to approach him.

He looks so good-looking and dances so well, so it is only natural that he is red.But if there is praise, there will be slander, and if there is popularity, there will be black.Those senior opponents who regarded him as a threat to their opponents were dispatched one after another, and Jiujiu encountered a wave of hackers all over the Internet.

A 17-year-old boy whose father had just died suffered online violence for half a month.

Those words are too vicious.How could someone hold such malice towards a young man whom he had never met before?

Humans are so bad.

Jiujiu became very irritable, and he smashed everything in the house that could be smashed as if to vent his anger.He shattered the mirror with one punch, the shards lodged in his hand, and blood trickled.

Stop torturing yourself, you throw me, you throw me.My body is soft, and it doesn't hurt when I fall.

But you will hurt.

I shouted in my heart.

Jiujiu finally saw me, and I was the only thing not affected in the mess.

He came over and grabbed me on the sofa.

I waited in peace to be smashed.

If it can make Jiujiu happy, it's okay for me to fall.

But he just hugged me carefully.

I saw the depression medical certificate that he tore up.

How could he throw me?

He only has me.

The next three years were heavy and depressing. In other words, Jiujiu’s first 20 years were never easy.

He has insomnia all night long, and even I can't make him sleep peacefully.

Jiujiu cut his wrists at home on the Ching Ming Festival that year.Lying in the bathtub, he cut a deep cut on his wrist and put him into the water, blood staining the water in the bathtub.

He is like a delicate and blooming rose in the Garden of Eden. He came to the world for a while, and found that the world was not suitable for him, so he quietly withered in the water.

Come on!help!

Who will save him!

I shouted eagerly, but no one heard my voice.

Why am I...a teddy bear.

I can't even save him.

Fortunately, Sister Li came to him for something, and she was so frightened by this scene that she rushed him to the hospital.

Then there was another flutter.

Jiujiu asked himself disgustedly: "Why am I still alive?"

I can't answer him.

Later I can tell him, if you want to live, you have to meet a man named Jiang Heng, he will love you for the rest of your life, and you will be happy for the rest of your life.

When I was 20 years old, Jiujiu was also 20 years old.

Jiujiu is as tall as me, and even because of my age and disability, he looks taller than me.

The little baby who rolled over and spit bubbles next to me has grown up.

This year, I have a new name, Hengheng.

This year he told me: "Your name will be Hengheng from now on. I watched a movie today, and the main character in it is called by this name."

"I'm in love with him."

...Okay, let's hang Hengheng.

I'm used to him calling me Big Bear, but people can't always live in the past, and neither can bears.

Hengheng is a freshman.

Jiujiu has been a fan of Jiang Heng for two years, and regards him as his spiritual sustenance. After following his movies, his interviews and his variety shows, his personality gradually becomes cheerful and optimistic.

He has become so strong that he keeps his composure, and his position in the circle is top-notch. His former opponents have been trampled under his feet, and nothing can defeat him.

His painting style has suddenly become a sand sculpture, but we all know that he knows everything in his heart.

That's fine.

At the age of 22, he met Jiang Heng on the crew of "Tang Lihua".

On the surface, he pretended to be serious, then ran back to the room, jumped onto the bed, hugged me and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

I was nearly deaf during that time.

"Hengheng, I saw Hengheng today. It's not you, it's the real Hengheng." He shook my old arms and shook them.

I watched him silently.

He rubbed my head: "What are you looking at, your eyes are dull, not as good-looking as Heng Heng at all."

I heard that I wanted to hit someone.

This guy who loves the new and hates the old.

Jiang Heng is the idol you have chased for two years, and Lao Tzu is your little friend who has been sleeping with you for 20 years!

However, I am still very happy to see such a lively wine.

I think I can bear his groundhog screaming for a bit, compared to his gloomy silence all day long.

I feel abandoned.

They are also too fast, developing to sleep in a bed so quickly.Although it's just chatting under the quilt.

Jiang Heng has a very good sleep-promoting effect on alcohol, anyway, it is much better than me.

jealous.snort.

But Jiujiu can sleep soundly.

On July 2019, 7, they fell in love.

"Hengheng, I have some sad news for you. You can be laid off." Jiujiu sat cross-legged on the bed, grabbed my arms, and spoke to me with a serious face.

I:"……"

"It's useless for you to protest. I've already got the right owner." Jiujiu announced cruelly, "You've been sidelined."

I:"……"

"Oh, I'm tonight." Jiujiu buried his face in my plush and kept rubbing, "It's so embarrassing. Why did I cry again. I don't cry once in 800 years. The only few times I let Heng Heng got hit. He wouldn't think I'm weak, would he?"

I look indifferent.

Oh, don't you cry for 800 years?I'm afraid you have forgotten how miserable you were when you were a child, and you even wiped the snot bubbles on me.

Jiujiu raised his head again, and looked at me noblely and coldly: "Yes, I forgot that I can't kiss you anymore, Hengheng will be jealous. I won't sleep with you in my arms, I will sleep with him."

I:"……"

You big scumbag! ! !

Then Jiang Heng, who was wearing a little dinosaur pajamas, came in.

"What is this?" Jiang Heng saw me on the bed.

"Ah, it's just a doll bear, it has been with me for many years." Jiujiu hugged me, "I like to sleep with something hugged to sleep, otherwise I can't sleep well. When I first arrived at the hotel, I still recognized the bed, Hold it and sleep peacefully."

Jiang Heng asked: "Does it have a name?"

Yes, yes, I, Xiong, was called Daxiong 20 years before his death. I was a part-time father, mother, and little friend A, B, and C. In the past two years, I have a fixed name, Heng Heng.

"Yes, it's called Dabai!" Jiujiu immediately said, "Look at this bear, it's big and white, isn't the name very appropriate?"

I:"……"

Well, I'm just a doll without a soul.I have no bear rights.

Jiang Heng was silent for a moment: "Good name."

Jiang Heng said again: "I really envy it."

——It has been with you for so many years, but I only come to you now.

Jiujiu said embarrassingly: "If you care, I won't hold it in the future..."

He whispered: "I will hug you later."

Jiang Heng: "...Okay, okay."

Both were shy for 1 minute.

then.

Jiang Heng: "Don't do it later, just tonight."

Jiujiu: "Okay."

I:"……"

These two are so hot.

Should I avoid it.

Look at this light bulb, it's big and bright, and my two glass eyes are round and blind.

These two are so shameless!

She actually played erotic drama in front of my face!

Even though Jiujiu always blindfolded me, plugged my ears, and told me not to listen in a low voice, but you are deceiving yourself! ! !Why don't you just give me another room! ! !

Being forced to listen to live erotica every night, I feel a dark life.

Jiujiu is too embarrassing, she always cries on the bed, and is suppressed to death by Jiang Heng.If I survive, I must laugh at him hard.

...but I can't survive.

I'm dying.

Jiang Heng gave him all the happiness, love, freedom, and indulgence that Jiujiu didn't get in his first half of his life without exception.

The wine is getting more and more sunny, the wind dispels the old haze, and the sadness of the past can no longer be seen.

He is very happy.

I am too old, and my lifespan is nearing the end.The cotton in my stomach has been replaced countless times, the two glass eyeballs are not the original one, the body is stitched and patched, and finally I simply replaced it with a soft and fluffy fur. The whole body has undergone a major blood change.

It looks brand new, but it is actually dilapidated.

Am I still the big bear from the beginning?

Have you ever heard of the Ship of Theseus?

A large ship named Theseus, the wood gradually decayed, and people would replace it with new wood.As the nails loosen gradually, people will use new nails to fix them.

In the end, every piece of wood and every nail in the boat was replaced, and even the sails were not the same.Is this ship still the original Ship of Theseus?If yes, but it no longer has any of the original wood.If not, since when has it not been?

Thinking hard.

But it is not important.

I'm dying.Before I die, I just want to tell you a story.

Jiang Heng, you have to take good care of him for me.I have accompanied Jiujiu for the first half of my life, and you will accompany him for the rest of my life.

In fact, dolls have no souls.

But any living or dead thing that is loved will give birth to a soul because of being loved.

The soul of life is long, and it may be able to turn into a human being.

The soul of a dead thing is fragile.

Vulnerable enough to tell this story, I'm going to disappear.

Goodbye, booze.

Happy 24th birthday.

I have been with you for so many years, watching you babble and toddler, watching your lonely childhood and rough youth, watching you fall into the abyss and unable to extricate yourself, watching you come back to the peak and find the one who belongs to you.

Thank you also for being with me for so many years.