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"Oh, oh, okay," the teenager Song Yang spoke incoherently.

"What's the matter?" The young Zhang Han asked.

"Little brother?" The young Zhang Han turned his head and called him.

Hearing these three words, young Song Yang's face turned red up to the ears.

Little, little brother, he called himself little brother.

Young Song Yang felt as if his heart was about to skip a beat.

"No, it's nothing." The young Song Yang regretted it secretly, and directly came up to ask the person's name rashly, without even thinking about what to say to him.

"You, you just played the crying scene really well." The boy Song Yang struggled for a long time before forcing out such a nonsensical sentence from his teeth.

"Oh..." The young Zhang Han was reminded of his childhood experience, and felt pain in his heart. He lowered his head and his eyes dimmed.

Song Yang became anxious when he saw this, and quickly explained: "Don't, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean, say your mother, I, I didn't mean that."

While talking, Song Yang made a swearing gesture that he learned from TV, but unfortunately, he didn't learn it at all, and he forced the young Zhang Han to laugh.

Seeing that Zhang Han smiled, the young Song Yang also touched the back of his head, giggling silly.

"By the way, you, do you want me to play with you?" Seeing that the young Zhang Han still seems to be preoccupied, the young Song Yang tried to explain.

"Ah, where are we going to play?" The young Zhang Han raised his head upon hearing the sound, his dark brown eyes glowing again.

"I can go anywhere, the mountain is my home!" Song Yang was slightly excited, "How about I take you to walk across the stream, fish, and see the dandelions all over the mountains?"

"Okay, okay!" The young Zhang Han couldn't help standing up. He had studied in an art school for many years, and he had never done what this little brother said.

"Then we'll leave after you finish lunch?" the young man Song Yang asked.

"Yeah," the young Zhang Han nodded fiercely.

While talking, the crew's lunch box was ready, and the young Zhang Han ran over on tiptoe, holding a hot box lunch in one hand, and ran back in a hurry.

The young Zhang Han handed a boxed lunch to the young Song Yang: "Here."

Young Song Yang didn't reach out his hand. He knew that the production crew didn't arrange boxed lunches for extras like them.

He didn't reach out to take it, but raised a hard steamed bun wrapped in a plastic bag in his hand, "Eat it, I'll eat this."

The young Zhang Han ignored him, and directly snatched the yellowed steamed bun from his hand, and forced the lunch box in his hand into the young Song Yang's hand.

"It's okay, they said that I'm growing up, so let me eat more, it doesn't matter how much I take, there is no shortage of box lunches for the crew." The young Zhang Han seemed to see the thoughts in the young Song Yang's mind, and comforted him.

"Oh, thank you, thank you." The boy Song Yang said with difficulty.

The young Zhang Han looked at the steamed bun, feeling a little sad.

The two teenagers started eating, and the teenager Song Yang saw that the dishes in the box lunches of the two of them looked like carp. He had never eaten such a red carp before, so he asked, "Do you like fish?"

"Yeah," the young Zhang Han picked out the thorn with his chopsticks, "Braised carp."

Oh, it turned out that this red carp is called braised carp, he likes it, and the young Song Yang secretly remembered it in his heart.

"When my mother was around before, I often..." Zhang Han, a young man, talked about this topic while talking, his eyes were sore, and he couldn't continue.

Young Song Yang's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

The young man Song Yang was a pillar of the family, he had endured hardships, so he naturally had a strong ability to listen to others. As soon as Zhang Han said, "When I was here", a bad thought crossed the young Song Yang's mind.

Looking at the reaction of the young Zhang Han, the young Song Yang knew that his guess was probably close to ten.

The boy Song Yang was so anxious that he wanted to comfort the little boy in front of him, but his mouth was so clumsy that he couldn't utter a word.

After a while, the boy Song Yang put all the braised carp in his lunch box into the boy Zhang Han's lunch box.

"Aren't you going to eat?" The young Zhang Han raised his head and asked Song Yang. The young Zhang Han's skin was fair and tender. As soon as he was sad, his eyes turned faintly blue, which was very obvious.

"I, I don't like to eat fish, I think it has too many spines." Song Yang, a young man, duplicity.

How could it be possible? In the situation of Song Yang's family, even if they fished fish in the river, most of them would be sold to street collectors, and they could only eat a few mouthfuls during the two days of Chinese New Year throughout the year.

But this is what Zhang Han likes.

"Oh..." The young Zhang Han didn't think too much about it, and began to lower his head to pick rice into his mouth again.

He is so thin, it is time to grow his body, he should eat more, the young Song Yang thought.

"Slow down, don't get caught by the fishbone." The boy Song Yang reminded.

"Well, uh..."

After eating, the young Zhang Han hid from the director and quietly ran out with the young Song Yang.

The young Zhang Han panted from behind and asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Yang grabbed the young Zhang Han's wrist, so that the young Zhang Han could save some strength.

The boy Song Yang didn't answer him, but just whispered: "Follow me."

The young Zhang Han was dragged by his left hand by the young Song Yang, and he went all the way up the hill with all his strength. Finally, the young Song Yang let go of his hand and stopped.

The young Zhang Han leaned on his knees and panted heavily.

He is too thin, and his physique is incomparable to children like Song Yang who do farm work all day long.

Song Yang stopped by his side and gently helped him smooth his back with his hands.

Where the young Song Yang's hand touched was Zhang Han's thin but strong spine.

When the young Zhang Han raised his head again, he was surprised to find that the two of them had already reached the top of the mountain before they knew it.

Below the feet, there are endless valleys and mountains; above the head, there is a clear blue sky.

As far as the eye can see, there is no mountain higher than them.

The young Zhang Han suddenly remembered a sentence he had learned before, "When the sea ends, the sky is the shore, and when the mountain climbs to the top, man is the peak."

For the first time, he realized the meaning of this sentence so clearly.

Those childhood experiences that have lingered in his mind for many years and entangled him hard, like a mountain blocking his entire vision, at this moment, it seems to have been overturned, turning around, and the willows and flowers are bright.

This world is so big, so big that there are countless continuous mountains, and there are thousands of flowing rivers between the valleys, and there are countless houses and smoke from the kitchen beside the water.Countless people live and exist day after day like this.What is my little sadness in front of this world?

The young Zhang Han smiled, "Thank you, little brother."

The boy Song Yang blushed and couldn't say a word, so he had to wave his hands repeatedly, "Don't, don't say it."

The two of them slowly descended the mountain along the winding path. When they went up the mountain, they didn't look down, and they thought it was nothing. But when they went down the mountain, the young Zhang Han looked at the extremely steep hillside and the deep valleys on both sides of the mountain. , For a while, my legs felt weak and I couldn't walk.

"Don't be afraid, it's me. You hold my hand. If you step on the ground, I will hold you tightly." The boy Song Yang held the hand of the boy Zhang Han from behind and comforted him.

The young Zhang Han tightly held the hand of the young Song Yang, as if he had gained a little courage and confidence in the dark, and finally got down to the gentle mountainside safely, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, the young Song Yang took Zhang Han to play with stones by the stream;

Song Yang dug out the sweet potatoes from the ground, built a fire, and gave the young Zhang Han the sweet potatoes that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside;

There was an old tree on the hillside, and on the thick branch hung a swing that the boy Song Yang had made before. The boy Song Yang let Xiao Zhang Han sit on the swing, and pushed him from behind very high, scaring him all the time. I only give up when I yell my brother...

At night, the two of them lay together in the flat and open valley, looking at the twinkling stars in the black sky, relatively silent.

When the wind blows, the dandelions in the canyon sway with the wind, and the dandelion tidbits all over the sky float to the sky with the night wind. Under the shining of the stars, they seem to be covered with wings.

The young Song Yang didn't dare to look at the young Zhang Han. He had already received the compensation from the crew, which meant that the time he spent with Zhang Han was actually only one day.

This is the happiest day in his life, and he really hopes that time will freeze at this moment, that tonight will never pass, and tomorrow will never come.

In this way, Zhang Han can stay for a while longer and say goodbye later.

The boy Song Yang couldn't bear to turn his head away. He was kicked out of the house by his father and stepmother when he was eight years old. After studying in the juvenile art school for so many years, he saw that he bullied him a lot when he was young, and he was willing to play with him less. I have known people in the world for so many years, and this is the only one.

He was afraid that if he turned his head to look at his little brother, he would not be able to hold back.

Boys, you can't cry.

A flashlight shone in the distance, and it was the director of the crew who led someone to find him.

The young Song Yang immediately protected the small Zhang Han behind him, and boldly said to the director and the others: "I forced him to run out to play, don't scold him."

"Don't, hit him..."

When the director saw this, he was very angry and funny. Xiao Zhanghan was the leading actor in their play. Although he was still very young, he could teach him a lesson, but he couldn't say that he was fighting.

The director and the others pulled the young Zhang Han away, and the young Song Yang got up and walked home numbly.

After returning home, he cooks, wipes his mother's body, and sews torn clothes for his younger sisters. After doing such a piece of work, he is numb, and has no mind to think about the young Zhang Han.

On the next day, the boy Song Yang’s father took him to plow the field again, and he kept busy until noon before releasing him. He ran home and made lunch for his family, and ran out without even thinking about eating a bite. .

He is worried.

He ran to the location of yesterday's temporary film and television studio, only to find that yesterday's film and television studio had already been evacuated without a trace, leaving only one or two old ladies bent over to pick up the discarded waste products of the production crew.

"Grandma Chen, do you know where yesterday's crew went?" Song Yang said nervously.

Although he had basically confirmed that possibility in his heart, he still held a glimmer of hope.

It's not time to say goodbye yet.

"Ah, you're talking about them." Grandma Chen replied with a hammer on her waist, "They finished filming in the morning, and all of them left with their cars."

That's it, leave?

The young Song Yang barely caught his breath.

Zhang Han, it seems that he doesn't even know his own name...

In the future, will there be a day when we meet again?

In that era without QQ WeChat or even mobile phones.

The young Song Yang looked at the towering and steep mountains all around, which seemed to be pressing towards him, and felt extremely desperate for the first time.

Zhang Han left and went to an unknown place in the world, but he couldn't even get out of the mountain in front of him...

Zhang Han is a child of the sky, and he himself is a child of the earth. He fell down to the mortal world yesterday, and he was lucky in his three lives, so that he could get a little bit of the radiance from him, and wanted to be friends with him.Young Song Yang shook his head mockingly.

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