【Mo Mao】Best Actor

It rained heavily Sunday morning.

The rain came without warning, slamming on the window panes, like beans being fried in the sky.A rumbling thunder in the sky woke up Mu Xuanying.He looked at the time on his phone in a daze, and it wasn't six o'clock yet.It was still early before the agreed time to go out, so he turned over and continued to sleep, but was half awake by the noise of the rain.

The rain continued for half an hour, and finally stopped, and the noise gradually died down.

Mu Xuanying on the bed moved her eyelids and her breathing calmed down.The mundane dust and the hustle and bustle are far away, he seems to be sucked into a quiet and remote space, and something supports him and leads him down.

It is falling, but there is no fear at all, the wind in the ear is gentle, and the breath on the face is very gentle.He looked up and saw rings floating up from his side, like eddies in the water, and the growth rings of old trees. At first he wanted to count them, but soon he couldn't count them.

Consciousness is exploring deeper, deeper into the past, and the thin translucent nerves are stretching, like the roots of ivy deeply digging into the dark soil...

Until the white light suddenly appeared.

"When it was raining this morning, I seemed to have a dream." Mu Xuanying walked into the elevator, turned around and said to Mo Yu.

"Did it rain this morning?" Mo Yu came in after him, closed the elevator, and pressed the floor leading to the basement.

Mu Xuanying looked at him with a sad look, which made Mo Yu very puzzled, as if he had done something to him.

"Envy... It seems that you were not woken up."

"I slept well, tell me, what did you dream about?"

Mu Xuanying stopped talking, and when the elevator stopped and they walked side by side to Mo Yu's car, he said, "It's too boring here."

"The air in the underground is not good," Mo Yu patted him on the shoulder, "I'll just drive out later, I have mints in the car."

The tube of mints is orchid-flavored, and it is refreshing and cool in the mouth, but there is no irritation.With sugar in her mouth, Mu Xuanying pressed half of the car window after the car drove out of the basement.Soon he raised the window and put on his dark glasses.

"Just open the window if you feel bored, it's fine." Mo Yu noticed his movements and said out loud.

"Forget it, the last time I went to eat, I was photographed." Mu Xuanying thought of the clicking sound, feeling lingering in her heart.

"Take it as if they don't know it's my car? Just shoot it. If you have a good understanding, it's almost there. It's free publicity."

Mu Xuanying glanced at him through the lens of the sunglasses: "You are not a hype person, why do you say such things."

"No, you didn't expect to be photographed when you went to Panyao with me, what's wrong today, are you in a bad mood?" Mo Yu freed his hand to touch the card box between the seats, "Fortunately, there is still a box of chocolates. "

The box of chocolates was thrown onto Mu Xuanying's lap, and the iron box just hit the box containing mints in his hand.

Holding a candy box in one hand, he suddenly felt like a child who lost his temper and was coaxed by adults with candies.

"...you put so much sugar in your car?"

"Sometimes I'm driving, I don't have time to eat, and I'm afraid of hypoglycemia, so the assistant prepares some for me." Mo Yu stared at the speed limit sign ahead, and slowed down slightly, "Usually I take her car, and she puts more on it. "

Mu Xuanying put the two tin boxes back: "Will my words affect your driving?"

"Ha, it's not the first time for you to ride in my car, am I not driving steadily?"

"Stable, you won't get motion sickness when playing with your mobile phone," Mu Xuanying finished complimenting him, then turned her head and said, "I had a dream this morning... Unfortunately, I don't remember it anymore."

Those fragments of consciousness in the dream turned into wisps of smoke after waking up, dissolved and dissipated, unable to grasp or remember.The only thing left is the feeling of loss in my heart.

The sense of loss that can't be found is lingering and hard to ignore.It's like missing a very important thing at a moment when I didn't pay attention.The embarrassing thing is that I even forgot what this thing is.

"I've read a saying before that every seven years, the cells in the whole body of a person will be replaced to become another person. If this is true, no wonder I can't remember many things I have experienced." He took off the Sunglasses, rubbing between the eyebrows.

Mo Yu resisted the desire to pat his head: "It's okay, life is a big wave washing the sand, you can't remember everyone, every detail, or your brain will explode."

"So the meaning of life is to keep forgetting?" After Mu Xuanying said these words, her mood became even worse.

"No, the problem is that it is difficult to determine which things and which people are the most important to me. Even the meaning of some things will not be understood until a long time later. It turns out that these opportunities have created me today. Mo Yu turned his head, "Don't worry about what you have forgotten, if it is really important to you, you will remember it when you need it."

"Ah..." Mu Xuanying sighed suddenly, "Why should I talk about such a heavy topic with you?"

"Okay, let's change the topic, let's not talk about the philosophy of life," Mo Yu raised an eyebrow at him, "Do you want to talk about romance?"

"Then I shouldn't have talked to you!"

"That's hard to say," Mo Yu said seriously, "If you don't believe me, we bet that one day, you will take the initiative to talk to me."

"Dream, I'm not that thick-skinned." Talking about that kind of topic with Mo Yu, don't even think about it, it's completely impossible.

"Hmm... How about taking a closer bet," Mo Yu slowed down the car, "Gamble, will you cry today?"

Mu Xuanying was immediately alert: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything, I promise. In fact, it's better if you don't cry. If you cry, you don't want me to coax you."

Mu Xuanying became more and more nervous, grabbing the window frame with her hand: "...I'm going to jump out of the car."

"You're kidding, do you really believe it?" Mo Yu couldn't help laughing, "How did you grow so big?"

Mu Xuanying sat back honestly and made an angry expression: "Because I have never met someone like you before!"

"Not necessarily, maybe you met me before, but you forgot about me. Anyway, every seven years is a cell, and seven years later, you can forget me again."

They had already arrived at their destination, Mo Yu finished speaking casually, and drove slowly to find a parking space.When he found a suitable place, he stopped the car and turned off the engine, turned his face to look, and was taken aback by Mu Xuanying's piercing eyes.

Seeing him looking over, Mu Xuanying turned her head away quickly, opened the door and got out of the car.

Mo Yu thought that he was going to leave directly, so he hurriedly got out of the car, but saw him standing by the door without moving.

They didn't move or speak, the two of them were in a stalemate.A dumbfounding thought came to Mo Yu's mind: This scene...is like a couple quarreling.

Mu Xuanying looked at the fire hydrant next to him, then at him, then at the fire hydrant, and so on, finally let out a long breath, showing a look of helplessness.

"Just listening to what you said... I want to cry."

***

The VIP hall was empty, and the two of them came in with a glass of cold drink each.Mu Xuanying went down the stairs and walked to the fifth row. Visually, it was the best distance from the screen, so she walked to the middle and put the cold drink on the saucer of the armrest of the sofa.

Mo Yu sat down beside him, lifted the armrest between them, and instantly turned into a loveseat.

Mu Xuanying took a sip of her drink, and was so sweet that she couldn't speak, she managed to regain her voice: "...I bought it wrong."

Mo Yu chuckled, took his cup, and adjusted it with his own cup: "Change with you."

Mu Xuanying didn't have time to stop it, and wanted to change it back. Mo Yu had already bitten the straw he used, but it was hard to lift it.

He looked around the circle and whispered, "Are you booking the venue?"

"Well, otherwise they wouldn't let me go."

"I didn't see the ticket, what movie is it?"

Just as Mo Yu was about to answer, the lights in the auditorium were suddenly turned off. They sat in the darkness, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

Mu Xuanying moved her lower body and touched Mo Yu's arm. She wanted to keep a distance, but she didn't want her fingers to touch the back of Mo Yu's hand again.

He heard Mo Yu laughing lowly beside him, because his eyesight was dim, he couldn't see anything clearly, every movement and slight sound seemed ambiguous.

Mu Xuanying had no choice but to try her best to turn to the other side, to ensure that she would not run into Mo Yu again, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Mo Yu's hand reached out to him, covered the back of his hand, patted it lightly, and then stopped there, with the palm pressed against the back of his hand, without moving.

"Shh, it's time to start."

As soon as Mo Yu finished speaking, the big screen in front of him lit up, and the moving image became the focus in the dark room.Among the mountains, rivers and rivers of the ink painting, a shepherd boy riding upside down on a buffalo walks comfortably across the field, a drop of ink falls from the tip of the pen, gathers all the scenes, and then condenses them into chic Chinese characters——

Produced by Chang'an Film Studio.

This opening animation alone can make people feel the old-fashioned characteristics of the era, with yellowish tones and occasional jitters.

The picture changed quickly and turned to the real scene. The style of a city emerged from the bubbles of the old times.

It's as if someone started the time shuttle machine and turned back the hands of the clock quickly. The hands turned faster and faster, and turned faster and faster. In the end, only afterimages remained. point to a certain point in time.

It was the usual market scene in the morning, the bicycle bells jingle, the fried dough sticks sizzled in the oil pan, the end of the weighing rod was raised, and two pieces of tofu were weighed out, and the large flat spoon was placed in the steel pan With one scoop, scoop out a bowl of hot soybean milk.

The crowd is bustling, the voices are noisy, the view moves downward, there are many feet walking on the ground, wearing all kinds of shoes, leather shoes, canvas shoes, sandals, rubber shoes, red, blue, black, white new, old, adult, child, man, woman...

Suddenly, the camera flickered and suddenly stopped on a pair of dirty bare feet.

At this moment, the crimson film title appeared in the center of the screen——

"Come back home"

The final release version of "Going Home" is 96 minutes.

96 minutes, measured by a person's life, is too short, and it passed in a blink of an eye.

But looking at the space right now, it seems too long during the playing time of the movie, so long that you can hear every step of the second, tick, tick, tick...

Mo Yu's mind was never on the movie from the beginning to the end.

Since he got this precious gift from Ling Zixu, he has watched this movie many times.No matter how good a movie is, if you watch it more than three times, you should get tired of it, but no, Mo Yu, every time he watches it, he will have new discoveries and remember more details.

So even if he doesn't look at the screen, he knows exactly where he put it.

But he couldn't go to see Mu Xuanying either.

In the beginning, before Mu Xuanying's expression changed, he could look at him unscrupulously.Because his gaze was too obvious, Mu Xuanying looked back at him twice and smiled at him.

Until the gloomy boy in the movie came back with a whole day's exhaustion, walked through the dirty alley with a face full of indifference, and startled a row of dusty sparrows on the wires.

It was dark, and the street lights in the alley were on, and the places that could not be illuminated seemed even darker.

The boy stopped at the door of a door.

There was a child squatting at the door, a child younger than a teenager.

The child held the bowl in both hands and raised his head timidly.

The two looked at each other and had a face-to-face meeting.

In an instant, a white light slashed from the red dust, shining brightly in the heart.

There was an unexpected gasp from Mo Yu's side, which sounded like weeping.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mu Xuanying's expression suddenly changed.

God knows, Mo Yuduo wanted to turn his face away and keep staring at Mu Xuanying, to see how much information his expression would reveal, and to see how much impact this memory would have on him.

But he held back, and during the rest of the movie, he actually couldn't hold back and stopped looking at Mu Xuanying.

From the moment Mu Xuanying's face turned pale, Mo Yu averted his gaze and cast it back on the screen.

His eyes stayed on the movie, but he put his whole heart on the person beside him.

The ears are isolated from the sound in the movie, and only pay attention to Mu Xuanying's breathing.Sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes with a heavy snuffing of the nose, or a swallowing down the throat.The cup for the cold drink was at hand, but Mu Xuanying didn't move it again.What is swallowed is not a drink, so what is it?

The feeling poured into the overlapping hands, under his palm, that hand was warm and soft, allowing him to cling to it.From time to time, Mu Xuanying's hands would tremble, and the trembling method was pitiful, as if she had tried her best to restrain herself, but she still couldn't help it.

There was a loud noise on the screen, the young man desperately broke free from the rope that bound him, the window glass shattered, and the wound on his wrist was shocking, he ran out the door, hugging his wet young body.

The hand covered by Mo Yu's hand was already clenched into a fist, and the protruding knuckles were pressed into the lines of his palm.

All of a sudden, he strangely sensed all Mu Xuanying's emotions at this moment, as if his heart was connected.

Resentment, anger, sadness, reminiscence, longing...everything here, if allowed to expand and expand, can drown people in it.

Mo Yu made a move, his thumb was inserted into Mu Xuanying's tightly clenched fist, patiently rubbing and flicking at the tiger's mouth, as if he was closing a door.

Under continuous reassurance, the door chose to trust him and opened it for him.Mu Xuanying let go of his fingers, letting his knuckles intrude, Mo Yu reached in and grabbed his hand with his backhand.

The palms pressed against each other, and an inexplicable electric current was passing back and forth.

The boy on the screen was half-embracing the sick child, feeding him the sugar water from the can of oranges.

The palms were already sweating, hot and stuffy, even the forehead was hot, and the back was sweating, but they were still holding each other, no one was going to let go, as if they were angry with someone, whoever let go first would lose .

On the huge screen, the light and shadow shake, and the voice of the people is intense. The people who make the film are dreamers, and the film is a dream that can make people indulge in it.

For ordinary audiences, sitting down in the theater, dreaming together at the beginning of the screening, and waking up together when the film is over.

Here is a special occasion, playing a special movie for two special audiences.

I dare not have this dream rashly, let alone wake up easily.

The scenes are changed, the time is fleeting, and a bridge is built between reality and fantasy that can span the galaxy, weaving a network of interconnections between the past and the present, colluding, buckling, revealing, and solving puzzles.

This is a movie with a heavy tone, cruel, depressing, no way out, no life left.

The wine bottle shattered on top of the adult's head, but the boy looked as if he was the one whose head was smashed.

Immediately afterwards, he fled in a hurry, knowing that there was no way to escape.

The choice was wrong, the timing was missed, and they parted ways.

Fate wants to kiss you bitterly and bestow you with bitter wine of parting, so what can you do?

I know very well that this is just a movie, and the plot should be purely fictional and not consistent with reality.

Mo Yu thought to himself, looking at the frozen face on the screen, it was hard to imagine that he would look like this 15 years ago.

——So the meaning of life is to keep forgetting?

——No, the problem is that it is difficult to determine which things and which people are the most important to me.Even the meaning of some things will not be understood until a long time later. It turns out that these opportunities have made me who I am today.

Just like what he said when comforting Mu Xuanying, if you accidentally forget it, don't worry about it.

As long as the source is found, there are traces to follow from the past to the present, and the past.

The movie is over.

The lights in the projection hall were turned on again, illuminating everything that had been lurking, brewing, and transpiring in the dark room.

I also saw two hands with intertwined fingers at some point.

Mo Yu thought, now I can look at him. Thinking of this, he turned his face and saw Mu Xuanying's profile.

Mu Xuanying was still staring blankly at the gray screen, and there seemed to be water on her cheeks.

I really cried...

Fortunately, I didn't bet with me, or I would have to lose again.

Mo Yu leaned over, pressed his lips to his ear, and called out, "Maomao."

She didn't speak for a while, and when she spoke again, it was hoarse and unnatural, but Mu Xuanying's whole body trembled in shock, and she couldn't help but squeezed his hand hard.

Mo Yu's fingers seemed to be broken by him. He gritted his teeth and held them back, using force to resist force, tending to balance.

Being held so tightly by him, Mu Xuanying gradually seemed to escape from a nightmare, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly turned her face towards Mo Yu.

Facing each other head on, Mo Yu saw his appearance clearly, and his heart tightened all of a sudden.

His eyes were red, his nose was also red, and there were bite marks on his lower lip. His complexion was in a daze, his pupils were absent-minded, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and he couldn't recover for a while.Gradually, his eyes focused and he saw Mo Yu clearly, his expression changed again.

It was the first time Mo Yu was stared at by him with such eyes. There was disbelief written in those eyes, and it also said that it was so.

Mu Xuanying stared at him without blinking, as if she was meeting him for the first time, and she had to watch him as carefully as she could, so that she could remember it firmly and engrave it down.

It's not that Mo Yu never thought that showing Mu Xuanying "Going Home" would remind him of something, and it would push the relationship between the two of them one step further.

But Mu Xuanying's reaction was actually much bigger than he imagined.It was more than just one step, it was a hundred steps forward, a thousand steps, almost pushing Mu Xuanying into his arms.

Mo Yu didn't dare to move rashly, but after staring at it for a long time, his eyes inevitably became sore, so he couldn't help blinking.

Mu Xuanying also blinked, and in a blink, a teardrop rolled down.

He lowered his eyes with tears, saw the two hands clasped, looked at them, moved his wrist, and pulled out his hand.

Although Mo Yu was reluctant to let go, he could only calmly relax and let his hand go away.

It has been held together for too long, the skin seems to be coated with glue, and it is not so easy to untie, even if it is finally dismantled bit by bit, there is still a feeling of reluctance and disconnection.

Mu Xuanying turned her face away, wiped her face with the back of her hand, rubbed her nose, and then turned to look at Mo Yu.

The corners of his eyes were still red, and there was still water in his eyes, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he was no longer overwhelmed.

People with bright eyes usually have bright hearts.

Mo Yu met his gaze and decided to speak first.

"Mr. Mu, look, you debuted at the age of 8, and you are a senior compared to many people. Are you afraid that you won't be able to act well?"

Hearing his words, the corners of Mu Xuanying's lips curled up, and she laughed.

Mo Yu had just seen him cry, but seeing him laugh now, his heartstrings were suddenly plucked, and with a bang, the falling strings sent out aftermath shocks, which lasted for a long time.

His mood fluctuated, and he became more greedy, raised his eyebrows, and said to Mu Xuanying: "Aren't you going to call me Brother Xiaoyu?"

Hearing this, Mu Xuanying frowned, cast a sidelong glance at him, and leaned to the side, leaning against the armrest of the sofa, as far away as possible from him.

The meaning is very obvious, don't even think about it if you don't shout.

Mo Yu raised his chin and deliberately glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. The two of them competed vigorously, looking at each other as if they were measuring and provoking, but the smile on the corner of their mouth honestly brought out an atmosphere of intimacy.

If the mountain refuses to come to me, I will hug the mountain, isn't it the same?

Mo Yu was about to raise his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, but Mu Xuanying's figure flickered, and he threw himself into his arms.

Mo Yu barely caught it, and wrapped his arms around his waist. Before he could fully feel the fluffy surprise, Mu Xuanying put his arms around his neck, put his ears on his shoulders, and put his face on his neck and shoulders.

The tone of Mu Xuanying's speech seemed to be full of joy and deep emotion: "How could it be that it was you...I remember you!"

***

It is said that I remember, but after careful study, it is mostly scattered fragments that are difficult to determine the authenticity, but now I have found the introduction, threading the needle, and reconnecting the scattered beads in the memory one by one.

What's more, besides myself, there is another person who can help me remember.

Mu Xuanying followed Mo Yu into his house, watching him pull out a full cardboard box from the bookcase.

The cardboard box was placed on the coffee table in the living room. Mu Xuanying picked up the photo album on the top, and as soon as she opened a page, she couldn't help laughing: "This is you?"

Mo Yu's face leaned over. In the photo, Xiao Yu was wearing a peaked cap askew, squatting next to the director to listen to a lecture, with a bruised bruise on her knee, wearing her sneakers as slippers, with her heels on her back.

The young man's cheeks were thin, his face was recalcitrant, his shoulders were shrunk and his back was hunched, and he had the ruffian air of living on the street for a long time, which was far from the current film king Mo who has a strong aura.

Mu Xuanying held up the photo album, compared the old photos with the real person, and smiled: "It's not the same anymore."

Mo Yu calmly said, "Continue, turn back."

Turning to the next page, Mu Xuanying hiccupped, the smile froze on her face.

Mo Yu knew what he saw, and before he closed it, he reached out and pressed the album: "Face the reality, don't pretend you didn't see it."

Mu Xuanying was punctured by him, so he only had time to cover up the photo that made him suddenly feel ashamed, completely deceiving his ears.

He has worked so hard, but Mo Yu insisted on saying it: "Didn't you just kiss me, what's the matter?"

"I was ignorant when I was young... How would I know." How could I know that I would see the Lord again after many years, and he would still be such an unexpected big man.

Mu Xuanying raised her palm a little bit, and she also thought this tense movement was funny, so she simply withdrew her hand: "Can you keep this one for me, as a souvenir."

"Here you go, I've read them all, you can take them back." Mo Yu pulled out a notebook and flicked the cover, "When I want to read it, I'll ask you to ask for it."

Hearing what he said, Mu Xuanying said hello, and then slowly scrolled down.

No one spoke for a while, the two of them leaned on the sofa, one flipped through the photo album, the other flipped through the notes, only to hear the pages of the book slapping.

Photography was still in the film era more than ten years ago, and the color texture of the photos has a retro feel. It has been a long time, and the edges of some photos have turned yellow. Fortunately, the faces are still clear, and the close-up stills can even see the light in the pupils of the eyes. point.

Mu Xuanying's fingers rested on an old photo. In the photo, Mo Yu was turning her face slightly. I don't know who he was looking at. His eyes were focused, his lips were slightly parted, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face was still tender. , an instant youthful spirit.

Looking at it this way, one can see the shadow of that handsome adult man later on.

Compared to Mo Yu, Mu Xuanying felt that she had changed very little, maybe people would see her differently.Comparing the photos, his eyes, nose, and smile have not changed, but his round face has been reduced a lot when he was young, and the contours have come out, and the tip of his chin can be seen.

"When did you find out?"

"Just remembered to ask?" Mo Yu didn't even look up, "Probably before you went to shoot "Once Upon a Time in Yancheng"."

"It's so early!" Mu Xuanying couldn't help but said in surprise, "Tell me sooner."

"It's not too late to say now, you've watched "Going Home", what do you think?" Mo Yu raised his head and closed his notebook with a snap.

"Hmm..." Mu Xuanying pondered, "I have a lot of feelings, and I can't finish them all in a while."

He lowered his eyes. In the photo, Mo Yu was squatting beside the camera, talking with an old man with his head up.The old man's appearance vaguely aroused his impression.

He remembered that he had seen this old man before.

"...He invited me to eat ice cream," he said to Mo Yu, "He said he met me when I was young, and I didn't know who he was then."

"Director Wu and Director Ling are both retired, and they raised a whole yard of birds. If you want to, I'll take you to see them another day."

"Okay," Mu Xuanying responded, and suddenly smiled, "Suddenly I want to eat ice cream."

Hearing this, Mo Yu stood up and said, "I don't have any at home, I'll go buy them."

Mu Xuanying also stood up: "Let me go."

"No, you still have a bunch of things to look at."

Mu Xuanying looked at him, tilted her head, and stretched out her clenched fist towards him: "That's a snap, whoever wins."

Mo Yu smiled slightly, and before he had time to react, he opened his hand and wrapped the fist directly, and squeezed it: "I won."

He changed his shoes and went out, and there was a click when he took the door. Mu Xuanying stared at the direction of the entrance for a while, smiled and shook her head, and flipped through the photo album again.

While waiting for Mo Yu to come back, he went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, tidied up the cooking table, and wiped away the remaining water stains.When he returned to the living room, he was alone, extremely quiet, and for some reason he didn't want to sit down anymore, and he walked around the living room, pacing back and forth.

Sometimes the movie clips I watched today appear in my mind, and sometimes new memories emerge, because I think too hard, my nerves are tense, and my brain is swollen.

He closed his eyes, trying to temporarily clear his brain, so as not to be blocked by a large amount of information rushing out.After repeatedly telling himself to be calm, he opened his eyes.

He was standing in front of the wine cabinet, among the many unnamed foreign wines, there was a trophy.

It was Mo Yu who got the best actor trophy, and a golden rose flower was in full bloom in the crystal-clear crystal long-necked vase.

The attempt to calm down failed, and Mu Xuanying remembered more things, from the past to the present, in a long river of time, with a single hand, she was able to pick up those sparkling fragments.

It's all closely related to Mo Yu.

There are too many to be called fragments.

There are too many ties connecting two people, calling it fate is too shallow, it is simply fate.

...fate?

Thinking of this, his chest suddenly tightened, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart for a moment.

At this moment, there was a sound of unlocking the door, and Mo Yu came back.

Mu Xuanying stood still in front of the display case, watching him approach.When he came to him, Mo Yu opened the bag in his hand to show him.

Inside the bag were some ice creams with painted faces.

The ice cream is molded to make the face of the villain, the cream is used to make the round face, and the chocolate is used to make the round eyes, curved mouth and the hat on the head.

"Wow..." Mu Xuanying sighed, "And this?"

He thought that this kind of ice cream only existed in the past. After so many years, the whole world has been turned upside down countless times, and there are fewer and fewer objects that can match his childhood memories.

Mo Yu could still buy it.

"Well, I happened to see it when I was looking through the freezer, and I remembered that I changed it with a little guy a long time ago." Mo Yusai gave him one, put the rest in the refrigerator, and walked out, seeing Mu Xuanying's hand Holding the ice cream on the table without opening it, he just stared at the cabinet in a daze.

Mo Yu reminded him: "If you don't eat, you will melt."

Mu Xuanying then tore open the packaging bag, bit off the ice cream figurine's hat, and said to Mo Yu with it in her mouth: "I have a question to ask you."

"Swallow it down, don't worry."

Mu Xuanying frowned, hesitantly: "Is it because of this matter that you take care of me so much?"

"No, whether I know this experience or not, my thoughts will not change. What about you, you already know that I am that Xiaoyu, will I be different in your eyes in the future?"

As if trying to cover up something, Mu Xuanying intentionally bit down a big mouthful of ice cream, her mouth stiffened by the cold air, and said inarticulately: "It will definitely be."

The cold ice cream melted in the mouth, turned into a sweet liquid that slid down the throat, soaked into the heart and lungs, all the pores of the body opened, and the mind became clearer.

definitely will.

It will be closer, more caring, easier to remember, more special, more... different.

Mu Xuanying sneaked a glance at Mo Yu while lowering her head to bite the ice cream.

Compared to brother Xiao Yu in the movie, the one in front of me is more clear.If he hadn't pointed it out, he would never have connected Mo Yu with an already blurred shadow in his past memory.To put it bluntly, according to the picture, the glimpse of the TV screen when I was a teenager, the continuous attention and appreciation afterwards, I was overwhelmed by it, and blurted out that my favorite actor is Mo Yu on the show...

There is a definite number in the dark.

He was not a theory of fate, but at this time the word fate flashed in his mind again.

It is also destined that Mo Yu will eventually embark on the path of an actor.If "Going Home" hadn't been banned, he would have made his debut earlier, and he wouldn't have made his debut until "Falling Leaves Return to Roots".

"Your acting skills are really good, and you were still so young at that time." Mu Xuanying looked at the trophy in the cabinet, sincerely admired.

"If you want to praise me, don't use "Going Home" as an example." Mo Yu curled her lower lip and chuckled, "Can that be called acting? That's called showing your true colors."

He put his hand on Mu Xuanying's shoulder: "To be honest, did you realize that we were making a movie back then? I didn't even think about it. Asking me to recite sentences and put on a show, what was finally presented was such a story."

Mu Xuanying let him play along: "I didn't expect it to end like that."

Until he saw the truck galloping away with Mao Mao, and Xiao Yu who was left behind by a step, he was looking forward to a bright ending for them.

It is best to escape hand in hand, find their respective families, and live happily ever after.

The existing open ending seems to be closer to reality, but it also makes people worry.

Before the end of the movie, Xiao Yu's eyes, which had annihilated all brilliance, were like stagnant water. When Mu Xuanying thought about it, her heart felt heavy.

Mo Yu turned her face to look at him, and in a gesture of putting her shoulders on him, she rubbed the back of her fingers against his face, attracting his gaze back.

"Even if the movie ends, it doesn't mean it's over. Let me tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"

The driver of the truck quickly found Mao Mao in the truck and sent him to the police station. Mao Mao told the police about Xiao Yu, but they failed to find Xiao Yu.

The police sent Mao Mao home.As he grew up gradually, he forgot the hurt he had suffered, and also forgot the days when he and Xiao Yu were dependent on each other.

He is a very sensible and smart kid, he was successfully admitted to university, and by chance, he became an artist.

He made a TV series and was invited to appear on a talk show about his favorite actors.

He came home one day and happened to meet this, his favorite actor, in the elevator.

He failed to recognize that this person was actually his brother Xiaoyu.

Coincidentally, Brother Xiaoyu didn't recognize him either, he was Mao Mao.

They all forgot about each other, and they were silent in the ascending elevator, and no one spoke to each other for the first time.

When he reached the floor he was going to, he got out of the elevator and dropped a box of potato chips.

What happened next...you know all about it.

Mo Yu's voice was deep and eloquent, as if outlining a long picture, leading people to fall into a dreamland mixed with fiction and reality.

He paused, then moved his head closer to Mu Xuanying, his voice was smiling, as if provocative: "Do you like this ending?"

The question lingered in Mu Xuanying's ears, and he could hear it clearly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he heard very clearly what came from his left chest——

thump.