Xia Chang

Xia Honglin gave Zhang Qi a one-sentence evaluation, drank the water from the black thermos, and said in the driver's seat: "Yes, but you are still acting. This is just the first step. In the end, you have to let yourself truly become her." , such is the master."

Zhang Nian held a bouquet of flowers bought for Zhang Qi in his hand. He sat next to Zhang Qi, imagining that he was not good at words, and closed his eyes and plugged in the earphones; he couldn't see Zhang Qi's expression, so he heard her say: "Oh? Mom, have you ever studied acting?"

"The audience is also a teacher."

"But an audience is an audience."

After leaving the garage and going up the slope, Zhang Nian knew that Zhang Qi was smiling firmly and slyly without opening his eyes. He felt the unusual silence in the car, and then opened his eyes.

Zhang Qi, with shoulder-length hair and glasses, was looking at her eyes, nose bridge, and cheeks in the mirror in her hand, when suddenly she turned around and said, "You are in love."

"What nonsense!" Zhang Nian glared at him, wondering where she came from for such a confirming tone.

Xia Honglin was driving, and she glanced at Zhang Nian in the rearview mirror in surprise, waiting for the development of the conversation, and was also concentrating on driving.

Sometimes Zhang Qixiang didn't grow up, she suddenly raised her face and laughed loudly, the halo of street lamps imprinted on her cheeks, like some light and magnificent totem, she said: "I'm teasing you."

She was still laughing, but after a few seconds she tried her best to hold it tight, then stretched out her hand to embrace Zhang Nian who was standing aside with an angry expression, and said, "I'm sorry, I was just joking."

But the blinking of the beautiful eyes was unusual. From Zhang Nian's point of view, this was a more connotative smile than before, but he didn't care. He knew that his sister was playing around with her, and she also knew that she was unpredictable.

Xia Honglin looked at the countdown to the red light not far away, and pursed her thin mouth, she still said slowly, "I thought it was true..."

"Mom, why are you worrying about him? I don't even have a boyfriend." She told Xia Honglin that the girl was always cheerful and arrogant.

Zhang Nian suddenly interjected: "Don't you like women?"

"Fuck off! I'm bisexual."

"That you," Xia Honglin looked ahead, and suddenly spoke in a hurry, "Don't talk about that, it's a very common thing, right, you keep mentioning it, you seem so humble... Just look forward Well, things like this in your entertainment industry are too common, so don't worry about it."

The flowers were tulips, a large cluster of red and yellow, blocking Zhang Nian's eyes. He looked at Zhang Qi's expression through the gaps in the plants, and then lowered his head.

Zhang Qi was still laughing and defending with Xia Honglin: "I'm not from the entertainment circle, there is no such person in the circle, I'm just an acting brat, I don't make excuses and love to quarrel."

Xia Honglin suddenly laughed loudly, and there was a lingering but not purely pleasant smile in her voice, and said: "It is to put self-worth first, and love does not need to be managed. If you don't love you ten times Even the cows can't be pulled back."

Zhang Nian put the flowers on his lap. He picked out a noisy English song from his phone, and then listened to it in silence. He suddenly felt that Zhang Qi had a kind of overly brave sexuality.

It almost made Zhang Nian suffocate.

Zhang Qi even asked him a year ago: "Will you like men in the future?"

"I'm asexual."

Zhang Nian remembers that he was a little angry at that time. He almost never expected or fantasized about love. He knew very few girls, and he never explored the mystery of possession, love, and the opposite sex.

As the traffic passed by, Zhang Qi on the side didn't speak anymore. She was absent from today's supper for the crew, and she didn't say goodbye to many colleagues. She just took Zhang Nian behind her and whispered to Director Zhao, "I'm leaving first."

Zhang Qi is a night owl, she soaks her feet in front of the TV in her pajamas, and her favorite drama is about to end, so she can't take her eyes off it.

She was in a yellowish dim light, and she was planning to spend the alone time when she was sleepless at night. Zhang Nian took water from the kitchen and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Zhang Qi actually took the initiative to chat and asked him: "What do you think is liking?"

"If you don't hate it, you just like it."

"You can't think like this, it's too dangerous," Zhang Qi even teased him jokingly, and suddenly, she restrained her smile again, and she said, "After I separated from my first love... the boy who chased me for half a year, we When we broke up in the third year of junior high school, I think I like him very much, so I believe I won’t like anyone else.”

On the screen was the face of the main character suddenly enlarged. Zhang Qi lowered the sound of the TV a little more, still not taking his eyes off; It's not real, it should be my first love."

Zhang Nian swallowed half a glass of warm water and was about to leave, but Zhang Qi suddenly turned to look at him, then smiled and said, "Sit with me, I want to chat with you."

"I don't want to hear about your love history. Anyway, it's over. If you think about it, you won't be happy."

"I'm willing to say it, but it means I don't like it."

Zhang Qi puffed up her mouth slightly, a little angry, but also cute and relaxed; she fell into a long silence, her eyes were full of every move of the characters on the screen.

Zhang Nian raised his hand and tugged at the hair on his forehead in boredom. He knew that he was unable to guide her, and he couldn't figure out what Zhang Qi was thinking at this time, so he could only follow her in silence.

"How was my performance today?" Zhang Qi suddenly asked softly.

"It's wonderful," Zhang Nianzhuo recalled and commented seriously. After a while, he added, "I, the audience, are all in the show."

He groped for the mobile phone in his hand that had been used for several years, peeled off the faded plastic shell, and put it on slowly; he waited with his mouth pursed, hoping that the answer would satisfy Zhang Qi.

"Sometimes acting is keeping in good health, and sometimes it's shortening one's life... For a moment, I almost cut myself apart."

Zhang Nian held the phone and raised his head again, only to realize that Zhang Qi was crying. There were two strands of reflective wet marks on his face, running down his cheeks; Zhang Nian had to sit beside her, and took out a dry tissue from the box, Stuffed it into Zhang Qi's hands.

Zhang Nian looked at him, frowned helplessly, and asked her, "Did you not play the whole way from the theater to home today?"

"I want to curse."

"Just don't scold me."

Zhang Qi sniffed, crying in her voice, her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was also red. She put a whole piece of tissue on her eyes and took it off again.

Suddenly took a deep breath and said: "People are always complicated and simple. I think I am too simple, so I just play a bad show and frame myself inside and can't get out. I never do this."

Zhang Nian was a little dazed, but still at a loss, he put his hand on Zhang Qi's shoulder and comforted him: "It means you have matured and improved a lot."

Like a broken sculpture, she gradually let go of all the vivid acting skills in front of Xia Honglin. She shook her head and put her face on Zhang Nian's shoulder.

I was shaking from crying.

Zhang Nian couldn't figure out Zhang Qi's last words that night, what she said was: "I'm about to do something wrong."

Liu Xiaobai was in the bookstore all day on Saturday. To his surprise, when he came home, he saw a stack of banknotes on the desk. Wang Yanwen was at home, probably just came back, and she said, "Go buy summer shoes and clothes."

A total of 500 yuan.

"Mom, I still have clothes, but I don't need them."

"Look at you, you are unhappy when I don't give it to you, but now you have it and don't want it; I can afford the money, although your grandma is hospitalized now and our family is not rich, but I wear old ones, I also want to wear new clothes for my son, you are my mother's hope, it's okay to spend some money, as long as you can study well..."

Liu Xiaobai smiled at Wang Yanwen, it was affectionate, gentle and unadulterated. He did not dislike Wang Yanwen, did not appreciate Wang Yanwen's character, but he was sincerely accepting this not-so-perfect love.

Liu Yi came upstairs. He went in to change his shoes, then sat on the sofa, wiped his hair with the wet towel Wang Yanwen handed over, and wiped his bare arms and shoulders outside his vest.

"School tomorrow?" he asked.

Liu Xiaobai threw himself on the sofa. He was a little tired after studying all day, and he said slowly, "Go to school the day after tomorrow."

Liu Yi turned on the TV and watched the sports news that he always liked. He glanced sideways at Liu Xiaobai again, and suddenly asked him, "Have you been studying recently?"

"Didn't I just go to study today? I went there in the morning, and I just came back now. It's been more than ten hours. The monthly exam is coming. I have to work harder. No matter what, I can't lose to Yang Kong this time. "

Liu Xiaobai turned over and lay flat on the sofa, stretching his sore legs.

He heard the stadium whistle from the TV, Liu Xiaobai closed his eyes, he didn't say anything, he was half asleep for a moment, and then he ignored everything and fell asleep for real.

Later, I don't know what time it was, Liu Xiaobai woke up and went to the bedroom with his mobile phone ringing non-stop. He fell into the bed and said in a sleepy voice, "Zhang Nian..."

"I can't find the whole chemistry volume, did you bring it home?"

"No, I only have those things in one bag. I finished everything in the bag today. How could it be yours? You can ask Liu Ningning, he is your deskmate."

Liu Xiaobai took a few steps to the desk, picked up the schoolbag and turned it upside down, and added: "I looked for it, I really don't have it"

The night outside had already fallen, and the light spot of an airplane flashed over the city. After taking a deep breath, Liu Xiaobai sat on a chair, and there was a few seconds of silence on the phone.

"Then... okay." Zhang Nian finished speaking lightly, and the sound of a few words flowed from reality to the fireworks of sleep.

Liu Xiaobai probably woke up after hanging up the phone. He picked up the books and papers that had been scattered on the table just now.

He heard Wang Yanwen calling him.

On Monday morning, it was drizzling.

Trembling pedestrians were reflected on the wet ground of the campus. Liu Xiaobai pushed open the dormitory door and saw Zhang Nianzheng bending over and mopping the floor.

"Yang Kong hasn't come yet? We have a good exam tomorrow, we can't lose face." Liu Xiaobai closed the umbrella and took it to the balcony. He unexpectedly found that Yang Kong's toothbrush and towel were not there anymore.

Zhang Nian came over with a mop and said, "I moved out last Friday. I heard that I transferred to another school."

Liu Xiaobai was surprised, so he could only stare blankly at Zhang Nian; he went back to the room and found that Yang Kong's bed was empty.

There are a few books on Yang Kong's desk that he didn't take away, piled up in a mess, one of which is "The Art of War by Sun Tzu".