【Mo Mao】Best Actor

"Have you been in contact with anyone recently?" Tang Ying sat behind the desk, frowning deeply.

Hearing this, Mu Xuanying reported honestly: "The last time was 5 minutes ago, Caiwei opened the door of your office for me."

Tang Ying glared at him: "Don't pretend to be stupid, what I'm asking is, is there a stranger approaching you?"

"Uh..." Mu Xuanying thought for a while, "No, I know them all."

He suddenly lowered his voice: "Brother Ying, am I going to act in a spy movie?"

Tang Ying snorted coldly: "Where did I hear that, I don't even know your manager."

Mu Xuanying shrugged: "Didn't you notice that the conversation we had just now was like an underground party meeting?"

Tang Ying stared at him for a while, lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "You should take a vacation for a few days, rest and rest, and I will contact you if there is anything to do."

It was Mu Xuanying's turn to stare at him: "Brother Ying, do you have something to hide from me?"

Tang Ying raised his head and was about to speak when the landline on the table rang. He picked up the receiver and listened carefully.

Seeing that Tang Ying had something to do, Mu Xuanying didn't want to disturb him, so she turned around and planned to leave first. As soon as the clinker hand was put on the doorknob, Tang Ying stopped him: "Xiao Mu, wait a minute."

He turned around and saw Tang Ying took the receiver away a little bit, with a hint of surprise on his face and a little hesitation in his tone: "Someone is looking for you."

Seeing Tang Ying's expression, Mu Xuanying couldn't help being curious: "Who is it?"

Tang Ying spoke very slowly, as if she was too confused and needed to think carefully before she could speak: "Do you still remember the 85-year-old old director you met in the company before...do you have an old man? ?”

"Oh..." Mu Xuanying blinked and remembered, "The one who caught the thief on the bus, a living fossil?"

Tang Ying looked at him and frowned: "He said, he wants to treat you to ice cream, and he will wait for you at Haagen-Dazs downstairs opposite."

Mu Xuanying walked into the store and searched for a long time before finding the old director who was said to have a bad temper.It stands to reason that the silver-haired grandfather should be very eye-catching sitting in an ice cream shop where many young people gather.However, what Wuyou picked was a remote seat in the corner, and it was quite difficult to find if you didn't look carefully.

Mu Xuanying walked to the table, took off her sunglasses and mask, and said softly, "Hello."

When Wu Yi saw him, he laughed like a flower: "Isn't it Xiao Mu, hello, sit down, what do you want to eat, I invite you."

Mu Xuanying shook her head and said politely: "You are too polite, I should invite you."

He was puzzled why this Wuyou director had such a warm attitude towards him. When they met last time, they were clearly strangers to each other, but now they seem like elders who love him very much.

Wu You blinked a few times: "Young man, are you afraid that I'm a bad old man who can't afford ice cream?"

Mu Xuanying lowered her head and laughed: "How could it be, I am embarrassed to make you spend money."

"Be polite to me, why don't I order it for you, hey, please," Wu You beckoned a waiter over, pointing at the menu, "Give him an ice cream fondue."

He turned to Mu Xuanying: "Is this okay?"

Haagen-Dazs' hot pot ice cream comes with desserts that are too sweet. After Mu Xuanying ate it with Chen Yue, she never wanted to touch it again. , only said: "Yes."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Wu You clicked his tongue, "I can tell by looking at your expression that you don't like it, and you don't like to talk straight. Why do you wrong yourself?"

Mu Xuanying didn't know what to say, so she pursed her lips and said to the waiter, "Please, give me a strawberry ball."

Wu You immediately raised his hand: "I want one too, just like him."

When the waiter left, both of them were silent. After all, they were not familiar with each other, so they were inevitably a little embarrassed.

Mu Xuanying stared at the glass bottle with red flowers on the table, summoned up her courage, and asked the question in her heart: "Director Wu, why did you invite me to eat ice cream?"

Snapped!

Wu You patted the table: "What is it called Director Wu? Grandpa!"

As soon as the words fell, both of them were stunned.

Wu You's face turned red, and his eyes dodged: "Well... I'm already at this age, it's not too much for you to call me Grandpa."

The little spoon shoveled a strip off the strawberry ball, destroying its round shape.

Mu Xuanying put down the spoon, sat upright, and whispered, "You're right."

"What's more..." Wuyou muttered a few times with his lips, his voice weakened, and he couldn't see the momentum of training Tang Ying back then.He didn't hesitate to repeat the next words, "What's more, I saw you when you were young."

"……what?"

Mu Xuanying's eyes widened, it was really an unexpected answer.

***

"Hey, where have you been? There is an event in the afternoon." Mr. Liu's voice came from the earphone.

Mo Yu didn't look sideways and concentrated on driving: "The event has been rescheduled."

"Rescheduled? Why didn't I receive the notice." Mr. Liu raised his voice dissatisfied.

"I asked the other party to reschedule," Mo Yu said bluntly, "That's it, I have something to do, let's talk about it later." After finishing speaking, he ignored Mr. Liu's protest and hung up the phone immediately.

The navigator's dry voice prompt sounded again in the earphones: About 500 meters ahead, turn right and enter Xiyuan Road, 55 kilometers away from the target.

still far...

Mo Yu glanced at the kraft paper bag on the passenger seat, expressionless.

He didn't sleep all night last night, but he was terribly awake, as if his brain had been soaked in iced mint water, which was so cold to the bone.

Although 1 people don't want to thank Unquenchable Smoke, Mo Yu is still thankful for knowing this guy who has all kinds of information.Less than half an hour after he made the request for investigation, an address location was delivered to his mobile phone.

Why did Mo Yu suddenly want to find those two people? Unquenchable Smoke is naturally full of gossip about this, but after a long time of side-talking, Mo Yu couldn't get anything out of Mo Yu's mouth, so he had to find another way to investigate.

The more the car drove towards the destination, the narrower the road became. Gradually, the high-rise buildings belonging to the city disappeared, and there were small alleys with twists and turns everywhere.Mo Yu had to slow down the speed of the car. He regretted that he didn't choose a light car to drive over. The car he drives now needs to be very careful on this kind of trail.

After I don't know how many times he stopped the car to give way to the swaying pedestrians, he felt that his patience was disappearing a little bit, and he couldn't help but want to honk the horn repeatedly.However, every time irritability arises, as long as he glances at the kraft paper bag beside him, the hostility will disappear inexplicably.

Mo Yu stepped on the brakes and looked downcastly at the front of the car. Not far away, a yellow dog with a bald tail scratched its ears for a long time with its hind hooves, and finally jolted and ran towards its owner happily.

Just when he wanted to stop the car on the side of the road and walk over, the navigation prompt: The destination has been reached, thank you, see you next time.

Mo Yu turned her eyes and looked to the left.

The red paint on the gate of the courtyard was mottled, and a birdcage with embroidered eyes hung on bamboo strips hung on the corner of the eaves. Inside, a thrush was fluttering its wings and singing. Under the white eyebrows were round eyes like black beans.

Mo Yu pinched the kraft paper bag with her fingers, thought for a while, and then let go.

He got out of the car empty-handed, walked up two steps, and reached the gate of the courtyard. He tentatively pushed the door open with a "squeak".

There are two large pots of white butterfly ginger in full bloom, and the fresh aroma is stuffed in the nose.A dozen white-eyed birdcages hung under the eaves and on the trunk of the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, and the chirping and fluttering of chaffinches could be heard in your ears.

Mo Yu took a few steps forward and stopped.

In front of him was a silver-haired old man with his back to him, hunched over, making a whimpering sound, teasing a white crested parrot.

Mo Yu watched silently, frowning slightly, and when he was about to speak out, his forehead suddenly hurt, presumably it was the aftereffect of not having a good rest last night.

He closed his eyes and pressed his temples, rubbing them in a circular motion to soothe the sudden stinging pain.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the old man had turned around and was looking him up and down.

Eyes met, Mo Yu put down his hands, and said three words suddenly with calm eyes.

"Ling Zixu."

Being called out by the stranger who suddenly broke into the house, the old man was stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he carefully examined the young man in front of him.

Not long after, the old man recognized the person who came, and said with a smile: "It's you."

"Well," Mo Yu nodded, "Long time no see."

It's been a long time, I don't know where the old man's thoughts were evoked, his eyes suddenly became misty, as if immersed in another world.

I don't know how long it took before Ling Zixu's eyes became focused, and he met Mo Yu with a wry smile, "You boy...you're still so rude."

What should a family look like for a person who has been working with movies for most of his life?

As soon as Mo Yu entered the room, he couldn't move his legs, and the open and sealed cardboard boxes all over the floor made it impossible for him to move around.Ling Zixu stood in front of him, laughed awkwardly, bent down and pushed the cardboard box aside.

The cardboard box was too heavy, and the old man staggered. Mo Yu grabbed his arm and said, "Let me do it."

He lowered his body and saw a lot of old books in a cardboard box closest to him, all of which were magazines such as "Film Weekly" and "Filmmaker".I don't know how many years it has been stored, the pages are yellow and brittle, with mold spots growing on them.

Ling Zixu saw that he picked up the cardboard box and wanted to move it into the yard, so he hurriedly said, "Let's put it by the door, it's too heavy, don't move it, I'll pack it later."

Mo Yu put down the cardboard box and patted the ashes on his hands: "Where's Wu Dao?"

Ling Zixu blinked, and grabbed the hem of his pants: "Going out, he has something to do."

"Oh, I didn't come by coincidence," Mo Yu said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's the same when I find you."

"Uh..." Ling Zixu's facial muscles twitched strangely, "You're looking for me, what's the matter?"

Mo Yu didn't answer, and first looked around the room, seeing that there was really no space for activities, he said, "Is there a place to sit at home, if not, go out and sit, my car is parked at the door."

Ling Zixu's face changed, and he said with a dry smile, "You came prepared."

"Where, it's just been a long time no see, I just want to chat with Ling Lao," Mo Yu's lips curled up, "Accounting for half of the people in the film industry, they have to call you and Director Wu seniors, and I, a junior, come to pay a visit , as it should be.”

Ling Zixu immediately waved his hands: "The loess is buried up to the nose, what kind of seniors are you? Xiaowu and I have stopped making movies a long time ago. If you don't go to make a good movie, you big movie king, what's the effort to come here."

"Mr. Ling knows that I won the best actor?" Mo Yu said indifferently, "It seems that even though he quit the circle, he didn't care less."

Ling Zixu couldn't hold back a little: "I said, did you come here to find fault today?"

"No," Mo Yu said, "I'm here to find someone."

"Find someone?"

"Find someone," Mo Yu paused for a while, then Fang said, "I thought I forgot someone."

***

"Is your father okay?" Wu You didn't take a bite of the ice cream in front of him, only focusing on talking to Mu Xuanying.

Mu Xuanying nodded lightly: "Very good, he and my mother are still abroad. Director Wu knows my father?"

"I've seen it a long time ago," Wu You narrowed his eyes with a smile, "He is a good man, and you are very similar to him."

Mu Xuanying smiled: "They all say that their son is like a mother, but very few people say that I am like my father."

"That's because they don't know how to read," Wu You said solemnly, "You don't just look at a person's appearance, but also look at their spirit. Your strength is carved out of the same mold as your father."

Hearing this, Mu Xuanying rolled his eyes, admiring him deeply, he always respected his father: "My father has always been very steady, but when I was young, I was very naughty, right?"

"You..." Wu You's eyes turned, "Were you naughty when you were young, and you don't remember?"

"Well——" Mu Xuanying pursed her lips and dragged out a long voice, with an apologetic expression on her face, "Frankly speaking, although you said you met me before, I really don't have any impression of you, maybe, I was still young at that time ,I am so sorry."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Wu You waved his hand, "It's not a big deal."

The old man pushed away the ice cream, took a sip of water from the glass beside him, and smacked his lips: "We meet by chance, it doesn't matter, in one day, I don't know how many people I will meet, I remember them all, so I don't remember to come here."

***

The water on the stove was rushing towards the lid of the kettle, and the spout was bubbling with steam.

Ling Zixu turned off the fire, covered his hands with a layer of dry towels, grabbed the handle of the kettle and lifted it up, stood beside the table, lifted the lid of the teapot on the table, and the hot water rushed, and the aroma of tea came out all at once.

Mo Yu sat on a wide-backed bamboo chair, her nose twitched, and she sniffed.

Ling Zixu proudly said: "Taiping Monkey King, this year's new tea."

Mo Yu didn't think much of it. He didn't have much interest in tea, and only drank it occasionally.

"Oh, you don't know what to look for." Ling Zixu curled his lower lip, sat down opposite Mo Yu, picked up the teapot, and poured himself half a cup of tea.

Compared with Ling Zixu's unrefined sitting posture, Mo Yu sat with his back straight and calm, almost like a big boss who came to negotiate, turning a shabby room full of sundries into a conference room full of swords and swords.

"Director Ling and Director Wu both like to drink tea," Mo Yu chuckled. "Back then on the set, the teacups were never out of hand. The two directors drank all the famous tea. I remember one time when I was thirsty. I didn't notice, I drank the water in Wu Dao's teacup, but I didn't expect him to put ten Kuding in it, the taste is also absolutely perfect."

Ling Zixu leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and muttered softly: "The memory is really good..."

Mo Yu snorted: "I have only drank such a bitter tea once in my life, and I will never forget it."

"Ahem... It's useless to memorize all these things," Ling Zixu cleared his throat, "Be kind to your conscience, we treated you well at that time, we picked out the meat in the lunch box for you every day, and we didn't even have any change on us." I bought snacks for you, what... Big Bubble Gum, Little Tiger Team Crispy Noodles, dry, I don’t know what to eat.”

"Really, what you said, why do I remember that I didn't eat any of them, I remember wrong." With his hands folded on his knees, Mo Yu tilted his head slightly, as if meditating.

"You didn't eat?" Ling Zixu grinned, "Then who did you eat?"

Mo Yu nodded, as if she was thinking seriously: "Who did you eat it for?"

***

"I heard Brother Ying told some stories about you. You and Director Ling Zixu are both very remarkable people." Mu Xuanying said.His strawberry ball has been almost eaten, leaving only an empty paper bowl.

"Old Huangli, why are you talking about this?" Wu Youhun didn't care, noticing Mu Xuanying's empty paper bowl, "You still want to buy something to eat? I've melted this, so I won't give it to you."

"No need," Mu Xuanying scratched the back of her head, "The company has regulations on diet, and eating this ice cream today is considered a taboo."

"It's so wide?" Wu You raised his brows, dissatisfied, "We didn't have these rules back then. Actors can eat whatever they want. Being fat or thin has nothing to do with acting skills."

"It's not..." Mu Xuanying bit her lower lip and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm not obedient, and I used to eat whatever I wanted. But now I think it's also good for artists to keep their mouths shut and not eat indiscriminately. A test of self-control. If I become a big fat man and just need to play a thin bamboo pole, it will be troublesome. Brother Ying said that an actor's fat or thin is not something he can decide, but what he wants It depends on the role you play.”

"That's it," Wu looked at him sympathetically, "Then it's fine if you don't become an actor, you are still so young, you can be successful in any line of work."

"Sometimes it's quite bitter." Mu Xuanying raised her cheeks, her cheeks puffed up, "But I still think it's great to be an entertainer and act."

The young man's expression touched Wu's nerve, and the director's antenna, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up.From the moment the two of them sat here, it was the first time he looked at Mu Xuanying with the eyes of a director looking at an actor.

"You..." Wu You narrowed his eyes, "Do you like acting?"

"I like it!" Mu Xuanying answered without hesitation.

Wu You met his gaze, and saw something touching from those radiant black eyes: "It's a pity... I have stopped filming a long time ago, otherwise I would definitely use you."

"Wow, what a pity..." Mu Xuanying felt really sorry when she heard Wuyou's words, "If I shoot your movie, I will definitely learn a lot."

"Hey, when Lao Ling and I were filming, we were two lunatics. What can we learn, how can we scold and cry such a small child..." Wu You stopped talking, swallowed, and changed the subject. "There are many good directors. If you want to learn acting, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Can I ask you a question," Mu Xuanying quickly added, "If Director Wu doesn't want to answer, you can ignore me, but I'm a little curious."

"Just ask."

"Brother Ying said that you and director Ling Zixu decided to retire when you were 70 years old. You are 85 years old this year, that is to say, you haven't made a film for 15 years. I still remember the filming very clearly, I should, I still like filming. Then 15 years ago, why did you suddenly decide not to film any more?"

***

"I saw a person's file recently," Mo Yu groped the edge of the teacup, biting the words, "It's a little strange, 15 years ago, during the summer vacation when he was eight years old, something happened. Let him go through a period of time that his peers can't imagine."

Ling Zixu held the teacup in his hand and remained motionless.

"Coincidentally," Mo Yu raised his head and stared at the old man opposite, "I had a similar experience 15 years ago. It's such a coincidence that I have to pay attention."

"Oh?" Ling Zixu put down the teacup, tapped the bottom on the table lightly, "What's the name of this person?"

Mo Yu took a deep breath and let out a long breath.He didn't answer Ling Zixu's question, and said to himself: "To be honest, a few months ago, I thought those things had passed away long ago, and I had forgotten about them. I have been filming for ten years, and I have been acting every day. Others have played so many roles, if you forget one, just forget it.”

"Ha," Ling Zixu laughed when he heard the sound, "Then why did you remember it again?"

Mo Yu's eyes flickered, and a young and handsome face flashed in his mind. Then, this face gradually receded, and another immature, cute, and equally bright face gradually became clear and replaced it.

"If you want to blame it, it's because I have such a good memory. I thought I forgot things, as long as there is an introduction, I can remember them bit by bit," Mo Yu said, "It's like I still remember that movie. ,What's its name."

That was the first movie he made, just like Kuding tea made with ten Kudings, the taste will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

15 years ago, a movie, a memory.

1999, "Coming Home"

Special "Going Home"

--Prequel

Half an hour ago, you set your sights on your prey.A couple of young lovers are holding hands, they are only sixteen or seventeen years old, lively, childish and sweet.What you pay attention to is not the young and beautiful faces of the couple, but the girl's backpack.

The zipper of the backpack was half open, but she didn't notice.

Soon, the boy in the couple let go and went to the cold drink shop to buy desserts, while the girl stood by the roadside waiting, with white earphones plugged into her ear holes, her head bobbing slightly.

You know she won't notice you and you have to act before the boy comes back.

You look around before you walk over, great, no one's looking this way.You know how fast you are, thanks to years of practice and countless times of beatings to cultivate a hideous experience.

You took out a yellow polka-dot wallet from the girl's backpack, held it tightly in your hand, turned and ran away.

After running for a long time in one breath, you stop at a secluded place, open your wallet, throw away your student ID card, photo stickers, and useless membership cards. After searching for RMB, you throw away your wallet on the side of the road.

130 yuan and [-] cents is not your best result, at least you have completed today's task.

You go back and pass a pancake stand at the entrance of an alley. You stop and ask the stall owner to crack an extra egg for you.The stall owner told you to leave, said you were a filthy bastard, and cursed people like you to die early.

You are not angry, you grinned, and took a dollar from the money box while the stall owner was busy.

You continue walking, squatting down in front of a garbage dump, and petting a dog that is dirtier than you.The dog has a broken leg, his eyes are cloudy, and his coat is so dirty that he can't see the color of his fur. You call him Huang.

You reluctantly leave Lao Huang, the sky is dark, street lights are on in the alley, and the places that cannot be illuminated are getting darker.You walk into the darkness, and an incandescent lamp hangs in front of a door, illuminating a child with a bowl on the steps.

Children younger than you.

You paused, frowning.The kid's clothes are much better than yours, a light yellow top, jeans with Mickey Mouse inlaid, a pair of blue and silver sneakers.

The child raised his head and looked at you timidly. The porridge bowl in his hand was black, and it was unpalatable at first glance.

The two of you looked at each other for a while, and you suddenly understood, one strode into the house, and rushed in front of a man leaning on a chair smoking a cigarette: the one outside, where did you come from.

The man is puffing out a cigarette: Where is the money?

You pull out the catch of the day and put it on the table: it's all here.

The man counted the money, and snorted: You have become more and more lazy recently, so you dare to come back with just that much, are you hiding?

Your eyelashes move: no.

You suddenly turned your head and looked at the back on the steps of the door. The child's head was buried down again, with small shoulders and a small body. I don't know how old it is.

The man grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket: The one outside was bought for 2000 yuan, and I will give it to you to bring, so you can get back the money as soon as possible.

You immediately object: I don't want it, it's in the way, trouble!

The man laughed: Xiao Yu, your temper has grown, Brother Hei doesn't listen anymore.

You continue to insist: I can do it alone, I don’t need help, and that kid is stupid and will do bad things.

Brother Hei put out the cigarette: OK, if you don’t want me, I’ll throw it to Shunzi. When he comes back, tell him, get out.

Leave it to Shunzi... Heh, in less than a week, that little thing will be beaten in another way.

You walked to the door of the inner room and were about to push the door. Suddenly, you turned around and strode to the threshold. You grabbed the child by the collar and dragged him away. All over the ground, eyes wide open and afraid to make a sound.

You dragged him to Brother Hei and asked: What is his name?

Brother Hei said: You can call him whatever you like, you can call him a dog.

You asked him again: what is your name?

He grabbed the bowl and looked at you stupidly, watching you gradually lose patience, snatched his bowl and put it down, grabbed his collar and left.

Here you don't have your own room, you are crowded with a few kids like you, you are a little leader among them, you have your own territory.

You put that child on your territory, and the other children looked at you curiously, and some asked: Brother Yu, is this new?

Some shouted: Look at his shoes, they still glow!

You also noticed that the heels of his shoes seem to be equipped with lights, which flash with each step.

A child came over and wanted to snatch the shoes from his feet. He struggled hard, but couldn't exert much strength, and the shoes were snatched from his feet.

The winner grabbed the shoes and jumped with a smile: mine is mine!

He sat on the bed blankly, his hair was messed up, and his eyes were full of water.

There is no one to comfort you, you stand on the sidelines until a loud shout comes from the front room: "Fuck off, let me sleep!"

The children fell silent for a moment, and rolled up the quilt on the bed with the cotton wool exposed.

You took off your shoes and lay down next to the child, who was still sitting, and you could hear his breathing, very shallow.

You wake up in the middle of the night, the wooden windows in the house are open, and the round moonlight leaks in.Facing a curled up figure, you are trembling slightly, and there is a suppressed sob every time.

Trembling and crying made you irritable, you stood up, looked down, and saw his face was full of tears, as if washed by water.

You wiped his face, and whispered: crying is useless.

His crying voice suddenly became louder, and his throat hiccupped: I, I think, I miss my mother...

This sentence seems to hit you, and you cover his mouth angrily: Shut up, don't cry!You have no mother!

He stopped crying as if he was dying of breath, you let go of your hand, and he hiccupped: I, yes, yes.

You didn't cover his mouth again, you lost all strength, and lay back and turned your back to him.

You said: When you get here, there will be no more. Don’t mention it in the future, or someone will hit your long memory.

From the second day on, you have a little tail.Wherever you go, there is a little thing that follows you, and you can't get rid of it even if you shake it.In fact, you can shake it off, you know all the tight roads and dirty corners of this city.But if you get rid of him, he will stand there stupidly, not knowing how to find his way.You can't ignore him, he bought it from the old kidnapper for 2000 yuan, if you lose him, Brother Hei will beat you to death.

However, with such a burden like him, your chances of stealing money are reduced, and Brother Hei will still beat you.

Sometimes you want to kill him and forget about it. You can only gain money by picking other people's wallets after working so hard. As long as he sits obediently on the side of the road and puts a bowl, someone will throw money into it.

However, the money from begging is not much, because he always wants to follow you, he refuses to beg alone, and insists on following you.You really couldn't figure out what attracted him to you, until one morning you slipped out by yourself while he was still awake, and you didn't come back after a whole day of leisure.

Before you entered the alley that day, you heard the sound of kicking and beating, mixed with a small cry of pain.Take a few steps forward, and you see Shunzi and a few other children forming a circle, laughing and kicking in the middle, kicking you over and kicking you over, just as if your foot was a ball.

As you approached, a child spotted you and shouted: Brother Xiao Yu!

You see the person lying in the circle, his nose is bruised, his face is swollen, his clothes are dirty and torn, he is completely different from the first time you saw him.He looked miserable, too bad to look at.

You finally understand why he still pesters you because you speak bad words every day, because other people are more terrifying than you, you just scold, at least you won't beat him.

That day, you were beaten twice, one was when you got into a group fight with Shunzi and the other kids, and you received a lot of cold punches, and the other time, Brother Hei found out and punished you for fighting, and hit you on the back with a stick .

In the end, you were worse than that kid, and the two bruised and swollen guys were struggling to give each other medicine without saying a word.

That night, you woke up again in the middle of the night, and the slanted window streamed in the crooked moonlight. You found that the child fell asleep facing you, holding a corner of your clothes with his little hand.

You stared at his face for a long time.

He gradually began to dare to talk to you, and even dared to laugh with you.Once he started talking he couldn't stop, twittering like a nest of sparrows.

He knows he can't speak in front of other people, so he only speaks to you.He said that there are many people in his family, parents, grandparents, grandparents... Everyone likes him very much, buys clothes, snacks and toys for him, and praises him as a good boy.He said that his grandfather taught him to write with a brush, but he couldn't write, and every time he got a lot of ink, his mouth tasted like ink when he thought of it; On the shoulder, his mother was so frightened that he quickly asked to put it down...

He didn't know why he came to this place after sleeping. There was no one he knew here, no place he was familiar with, it was as if he had been thrown into another world.

He doesn't know, but you do.

You can't remember how you came here, probably because you fell asleep and fell into this dream.It's the worst dream you've ever had, and you never wake up.

At first you ran away, but you couldn’t remember who you were, and you didn’t know where you were going. Once you ran away in a daze, you would always be caught back, as if a net had already been laid, and you were stuck tightly in the spider web.

Every time he escapes, he will be severely punished when he comes back. If he is disobedient, he will be beaten until he dare not run away. The child just owes a lesson.

You have also asked people for help, saying that you have been abducted and you want to go home. When others ask you what your name is and where you live, but you can’t tell, they think you are a liar and tell you not to bother them anymore.No credentials, no memory, no relatives, nowhere to turn for help.Is it because you are so unlucky that you can't meet enough kind people?Otherwise, why every attempt is in vain?

Your memory of the past is becoming more and more blurred, and you are accustomed to the repeated reality. You no longer run away, you start to lie, beg, steal, learn to pick people up, and protect your head and belly in the rain of fists and kicks.

You are surrounded by children like you, children forgotten by the past, they all had a home, and now there are only screaming, beatings, starvation, torture... Your opponents are cruel and cunning adults, they have plenty of ways to scream If you are obedient, I will turn you into thieves, liars, sewer rats that everyone shouts and beats, and excellent money-making tools.

You are cold-hearted, insensitive, and together with a group of cold-blooded little monsters like you, you strive to survive day and night in the familiar city of different colors.

He is still whispering in your ear, saying that in spring he followed his family to the field to pick green bean pods and cotton. Like you, he has forgotten many things, but he still remembers many things.He can't remember where his home is and what his parents' names are, but he only remembers the dewdrops rolling on the lotus leaves in summer, the cool breeze blowing from the electric fan, and his grandma has a sewing machine, creaking and sewing quilt covers.His mother is very good at making steamed buns. Tangy steamed stuffed buns are delicious, and they are hot when they come out of the pan. He is not afraid of being hot, so he eats them while breathing...

He sat with you on the grass by the river bank. This place was originally your secret territory, and you brought him here alone.The river is as silent as stagnant water, without a single ripple.You listen to him talking about the intermittent memory fragments, and envy and jealousy emerge in your heart.

He comes from a warm and happy family. From the first moment you see him, you can tell that a child who has been taken care of and grown up should look like this: with a beautiful and cute face, neat and clean clothes, and a pair of big clear eyes, as if he doesn’t know Human suffering...

He calls you: Brother Xiaoyu.

Strange, unlike other children who are afraid of calling you, he calls you very affectionately, treating you as his own family, like you are really a good brother who holds his hand and grows up with him.

He will tell you in your ear that his nickname is Mao Mao, which is what his parents call him.

What about daimyo?It's blurry, I can't remember clearly... It seems to be, what sound.

You understand very well in your heart that soon, day after day, year after year, he will grow up, learn to steal, learn to cheat, learn to get money from pockets that don't belong to him, and become the next tool to make money.He will forget the delicious steamed buns in the green bean pod cotton bag electric fan, forget that he once loved his family, and he will become a dog in the sewer, a dirty beast, rolling and struggling in the dust and mud puddles, twisted to the point of death. Mental deformity.

In the future, he will no longer be the one in front of him who will smile at you and call Brother Xiaoyu, share a piece of biscuit with you, squeeze into your arms on the bed, and grab the corner of your clothes in his sleep.

He will become another you.

You stand expressionlessly on the embankment, and there are two waterfowls parked on the ship, their feathers are dusty, their heads are downcast, and they don't even cry.

Brother Hei asked you to teach him how to steal, but you acted like you were obedient, stealing a few more people behind your back, and it was his achievement to honor him together.He won't lie, you tell him to shut up, everything is up to you.

But how can you ever play with an adult, you are just a teenager, no matter how precocious you are, those tricks are still under the noses of others.Shunzi denounced you, saying that you didn't teach him to steal at all, and you didn't allow him to beg, and you raised two of them by yourself.

Brother Hei stares at you like a knife, and wants to cut you with a knife.

The stick didn't land on your back, but on the hollow of his knee.

He's kneeling just outside the threshold, your wrists are tied and the other end is attached to the window.You never knew that you had such great strength, every time you hit it, the windows rattled, and the glass seemed to fall off.

A basin of cold water was poured over the head, and the bones were almost frozen.

Shunzi kicked the pot away, Brother Hei sat on the chair and smoked, told Shunzi to be careful, don't let you break the glass,