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On October 1, 2020, Magic City, Magnolia Theater.

After five days of intense rehearsal, starting today for five consecutive days of "Broken Winged Birds" drama performance, Lu Ze was standing by the bed in the second floor lounge, and he had already seen parents with their children.

Normal drama is not like it is now. It can be performed in five days. It is pure joke. A good stage play requires the actors to rehearse and rehearse for months, even a year or two. Getting along is not only to memorize the script backwards, but also to cultivate the tacit understanding of the actors. In this way, if anyone makes a mistake, other actors can quickly fill in the loopholes.

Even the rehearsal of "The Bird with Broken Wing" was practiced by the students of the Imperial Academy of Drama for more than three months before starting this tour.

Fortunately, Lu Ze is only playing a supporting role with a lot of roles. Five days is enough to figure out the script. In addition, he has made rapid progress. Even if there is still a gap compared to professional drama actors, he plays children's dramas. He was competent enough, and because of his super stability, he never made a single mistake since the third day.

"Lu Ze, it's you, let's put on makeup."

Old Song had an orange oil paint on his face. He looked shirtless like an Indian, and put himself in Daddy Bird’s costume. Lu Ze responded and sat on the seat and asked the makeup artist to apply green on his face. Oil paint.

"Son, get out of the car, come, mother hug you."

A BMW X5 entered the parking lot of the theater. After carefully falling into the garage, he unfastened his seat belt and looked at his quiet son on the back seat. After getting out of the car, he opened the rear door and gently tidyed the child's bangs with his little finger. , Took out the long-prepared handkerchief and wiped the saliva from his son's mouth.

Her name is Zhang Min, 35 years old this year, a corporate executive, eight years of marriage, a child in one or three years, and a child born in April in one or four years, she is born with mental retardation, and her nickname is Ding Ding.

Unfastened the child’s seat belt, she took the child up and put it on the ground with difficulty. Ding Ding is now more than fifty kilograms and heavier than a normal six-year-old child. Zhang Min, a thin woman, naturally takes a lot of effort to hold it. .

"Hello there."

"Hello there."

As soon as I reached the front face of the car with Ding Ding's hand, I saw a woman next to the car on the left and got off the car with her child. Although Zhang Min always felt that her family was a normal family and her children were normal children, There is inevitably a hurdle in her heart, or there is a block, because she can lie to herself, but the eyes of others looking at her child can always bring her back to reality. Her son has intellectual problems.

And now, seeing so many parents with children with the same intellectual disability, she suddenly felt comfortable and kind, because they were destined to be the parents who would have broken their hearts for their children for the rest of their lives, and could not even close their eyes when they died. Everyone came together, like a big family.

No pity or ridicule for the child can be seen in the eyes of the other person. Some are just sympathy for being the same as the world’s fallen people. This kind of identity is something that Zhang Min has never felt in six years as a mother. Wet, Zhang Min felt that it was not in vain just to meet other people like her.

Since Tintin was born, she felt that the sky was falling when the child might have a problem without being checked out, as if there was no hope in life, and even before the postpartum, she had depression before delivery.

Although the husband was very sad, but I don’t know to say that he was sensible or cold-blooded. After determining that the child had a 100% problem, she discussed with Zhang Min whether to remove the tintin and ask for another one, but at that time she felt that the child was dead. Then she would die, and without this child, she would not want to live anymore.

In the school days, she was afraid of having children. After working, she felt that pregnancy was a drag and delayed the development of her career, and she would still have a psychological burden on having children, but the pregnancy test was really bad, the kind of motherhood But the sense of joy cannot be suppressed.

Seeing my lower abdomen bulge a little bit, every time I see the child forming a little bit, and then he will naughty kick his belly, this feeling like a sense of accomplishment? Or is it a sense of responsibility? She can't tell, but is she happy?

Yes.

Entering the delivery room, because the child's fetal position is not correct, he needs a C-section. The scar is not only a man's romance, but the wound on the woman's stomach is also a great proof.

Feeling that her stomach was empty, but she was lying next to a six-pound child. She remembered the hardship of ten months, but she felt it was worth it.

However, the child’s intelligence problem is the hurdle that cannot be circumvented. She always hopes to check the child every time, and then returns in disappointment every time. In the third year, she finally heard these words, and then she hid in the bathroom and cried loudly for more than an hour.

Ding Ding would call her mother when she was three years old, her first dad when she was three and a half years old, and she learned how to walk when she was four and a half years old. This is the result of her hard work. Every time Ding Ding has a new vocabulary, she is very surprised, just a child. Father gradually lost patience.

Every time when her husband said, "Let’s ask for one, when we are old in the future, someone can take care of Tintin", she feels uninterested, because she knows that, except for her parents, no one will take care of a mentally disabled person for a lifetime. Not even brothers or sisters.

And she was afraid that Ding Ding’s younger siblings would share her love for Ding Ding and make Ding Ding wronged. What's more, what if the second child is still the same as Ding Ding? This is her psychological shadow, she really dare not ask for the second child.

Even she was worried about the intimacy between husband and wife. When her husband went in, she would always ask again and again, "Did you bring it?" "Did you bring it?" "Did you bring it?"

The disharmony in the life of the husband and wife naturally made the relationship between her and her husband indifferent. She recently discovered that her husband smelled of perfume from others, and she had also seen a lipstick in her bag that could always be taken from his clothes. She found a few long golden hair on the street. She knew that her husband had cheated, but she remained silent, except that she would sleep with Tintin every night.

She knows that her marriage is coming to an end. If her husband chooses to divorce, she will not hesitate to sign and leave. The high salary brings her financial self-confidence. She has the confidence to raise Tintin alone. Now she really doesn't care about anything except the child.

The gap between the rich and the poor cannot change the fact that everyone’s children have problems, so Zhang Min did not look down on the parents who took their children to the show on electric bicycles, even the women who just got off the Rolls Royce. It's just poor people. In essence, there is no gap between everyone.

"What's your name, little baby? Guoguo? Really good. Auntie, is it okay for auntie to give you candy? Oh, it's delicious! This is Brother Ding Ding, will you be good friends in the future?"

A man hugged a four-year-old girl. The father approached Zhang Min with a smile on his face. Without any precautions, Zhang Min gave the child a piece of candy, holding the little girl upside down and teaching the girl Thank you.

The candy is not big, it is a small candy specially bought by Zhang Min, so that if the child swallows it, it won't get stuck in the throat. Although the girl can't speak yet, her smile is bright.

Following the army into the theater, every parent would greet each other, but to be honest, Zhang Min really envied the families where the parents took their children to watch the drama. Perhaps for Tintin, there is no father. I can't feel loving him, but Zhang Min cares. This will be her lifelong regret, but it is for Ding Ding, not her husband.

I lowered my head and touched Ding Ding’s hair~www.readwn.com~ but noticed that Ding Ding’s pants were wet, and with a gentle smile, he sighed, and pulled Ding Ding into the ladies’ bathroom, where they were changed for the children. Parents of diapers, so Zhang Min took the six-year-old boy into the women’s bathroom and no one gave any pointers. Even the enthusiastic parents helped Zhang Min carry Ding Ding’s pants wet with urine.

When the first cry came, it proved that crying is indeed contagious, especially for a group of emotional women. This situation has never happened before in their past. As usual, they can only endure the strange look of others and change their children's diapers in the public. Is it shameful? Actually no, but it always hurts my heart.

Even if she is a strong business woman, Zhang Min is full of tears. People are social animals. You are not regarded as a stranger. You naturally don't understand their loneliness and suffering. So the feeling of being in a group for warmth is really great.

I changed the pants for Ding Ding and thanked the woman who helped carry the pants. The woman in this toilet shouted to build a group face to face. Everyone will come and go and get a collective call.

Looking at Ding Ding, who was standing in the corner with a blank face, Zhang Min put away his mobile phones and followed everyone into the lobby. He found his place with his tickets, sat down, and communicated with the people around him.

"Ding Ding, the drama is about to begin. If you like it, tell your mom. Mom will often show you to it."

Holding this little hand, she set her eyes on the stage with a smile, the headlights were off, only the small light in front of the red curtain was still on. Many children were at a loss for the sudden light-off, and some children were even more troublesome. Cried out.

But no adult would be upset or feel noisy, just trying to comfort other children around him with warm words, after the crying gradually disappeared.

The play begins

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