Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

Yu Wenwen and Yang Fan sat cross-legged around the electric cooker cooking hot pot, and the Spring Festival Gala program squeaked behind them. It didn't matter whether you watched it or not, but with that sound, it was the taste of the festival.

"What are your plans for next year?" Yu Wen put vegetables on Yang Fan's plate, expecting Yang Fan's answer.

"I don't have any plans. I'm filming normally. Now I can mix in a lot of lines, you know." Yang Fan picked up the wine glass to toast Yu Wen, and said, "Tell me, what are your plans?"

"No plans, just asking you."

"Tell me quickly, just like you, I don't know you yet, if you don't have any plans, you will ask me what are my plans?"

Yu Wen also raised his wine glass to toast Yang Fan, pondered for a while, and said: "I want to go abroad to see, but the newspaper office is not doing well now, and our group has no prospects for development, so there is an opportunity to go abroad, I want to try it out. "

"It's good to go abroad, then you will make a big fuss when you come back from abroad."

"That's the reason, and after going abroad for a few years, we can buy a building when we come back, and we don't have to put it outside every day."

"Awesome, where are you going?"

"middle East."

Yang Fan just took out the tender and tender egg from the pot, stuffed it into his mouth and before he could chew it, he stared at Yu Wen in a daze, "I broke your leg, believe it or not, you can't even open the door later!" You don’t need to go out, go abroad.”

"No, what do you think about every day? There are military news in the Middle East every day. There is still a mess in your head. If there is really a mess, we don't need tape to paste the Spring Festival couplets tomorrow morning, just get it from your mind. Just stick it on the wall." Yang Fan put down his chopsticks angrily.

"Don't be angry, I was just kidding with you, I just said it casually, what kind of chopsticks are you putting on when it's Chinese New Year?" Yu Wen picked up the chopsticks that Yang Fan left on the table, picked up the meatballs and put them in Yang Fan's mouth .

"I'm not angry. Let me tell you, Yu Wen, if you dare to go, I'll give you a discount. Since you've thought about it, it means you must have thought about it carefully, and it's been more than a day or two." The more Yang Fan talked, the more excited he was, he knocked on the table to warn Yu Wen.

"Just kidding, it's Chinese New Year, what are you doing, besides, I didn't say I'm going, I'm going to eat and eat." Yu Wen kept adding vegetables to Yang Fan's plate, Yang Fan picked up the meatballs, and just ate them With the first bite, the sandwich gravy in the meatball shot out of his mouth, and Yang Fan swallowed it before he could chew it, just like eating a piece of red charcoal with fire, all the organs along the esophagus were cooked, Yang Fan opened his mouth and breathed out, The eye sockets were red, and it slowed down for a long time.

"Don't cry, I'll just say it, I'm not going anywhere."

Yang Fan was so angry that he took a bite of peanuts, without looking at Yu Wen, and said, "Where do you like to go, don't tell me, tell me what you want."

"Look, I don't tell you who to talk to, you tell me who I tell to, I was wrong, I was wrong, eat quickly, it's Chinese New Year, don't be angry."

Yang Fan saw that Yu Wen was still pinching meatballs for himself, and he didn't even get angry. He looked at the meatballs in the bowl and said, "I'm not angry anymore, you can eat some meatballs too." After speaking, he picked up the biggest meatballs and went Yu Wen delivered it from his mouth.

After eating, Yang Fan sat on the bed with his pillow in his arms and watched the Spring Festival Gala sketch, leaning back and forth with a smile, Yu Wen cleaned up and sat next to the bed, took out a big red envelope and put it in front of Yang Fan to dangle back and forth.

"Come on, look at the big red envelope that brother prepared for you."

"How much? If you are the same as last year, and you have a wad of money with me, I will kill you with money." Yang Fan took the thick wad of money in his wallet, and opened it impatiently.

As expected, stacked one after another, Yang Fan grabbed Yu Wen's neck, dragged him to the bed, and asked, "Brother, do you know that the uncle who buys breakfast now knows that I don't need change, ahhhhh."

"It's more than last year. It's because last year you ate half a year's worth of breakfast and spent it all. This year it's twice as much as last year, twice." There is a small tail of breaking waves after the words.

"How can I forget to eat?" Yang Fan said, picking up a red envelope that was the size of a brown paper bag, and took out a wad of money, throwing it with a crackling sound.

"Isn't it afraid that you will be hungry?"

In the early morning, the sound of crackling firecrackers woke Yu Wen and Yang Fan up. The two fell asleep leaning against the wall with pillows in their arms. Yu Wen got up in a daze and turned off the TV. Yang Fan squinted and saw Yu Wen on the ground. Putting on his shoes, he asked inarticulately, "Where are you going, are you going now?"

"Go to the toilet, where else can I go."

"Oh." Yang Fan fell back to sleep, the smoke of firecrackers slowly dispersed in the air, drifting into the room along the cracks in the windows and doors, Yang Fan liked to smell the smell of firecrackers since he was a child.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Fan got up to wash up before dawn, and rushed to the set with Yu Wen, whose eyes had not yet opened. He kept giving way to passers-by, and simply sat down in the corner.

Yu Wen remembered that there was a book in Yang Fan’s schoolbag, which was just enough to kill boredom. He unzipped the zipper, and there were not only books, but also MP5s and notebooks inside. , Every page has Gougou sketches, Yu Wen then opened Yang Fan's notes, the notes contained insights from reading, interesting words recorded during chatting, and eye-playing techniques.

Yu Wen randomly flipped through a page, on the top was crying scenes, and below was a list of movies, why did the protagonist cry, whether he restrained himself or wailed loudly, how to control his facial expressions, how to express his anger without losing his voice.The bottom is Yang Fan's summary of crying scene tips, how to shed tears instantly, the eyes are red, and there are dialects Yang Fan summed up, put it away, take it out, boxes of powder, people (silver), drink water (hashui) ), Yu Wen looked at the notes filled with memories, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

There are several memory cards glued to the back of the MP5 cover, and the types are marked on the note: eyes, language, body, and others.Yu Wen casually took out a memory and inserted it into the MP5, and Yang Fan divided the movies into categories according to his own understanding, Henan dialect, Shandong dialect, Beijing dialect, Hokkien dialect, and Chongqing dialect.

Yu Wen squatted in the corner and looked at Yang Fan who was putting on makeup beside him, the person in front of him was shining, he was joking and joking, he was not serious, he was sticking to his side like a child who hadn’t grown up, but he was always working hard behind his back, constantly study.

Yu Wen was sitting in the auditorium watching the play, moving with Yang Fan's footsteps, Yu Wen remembered the first time Yang Fan was filming, because the filming was not good, he hugged himself aggrievedly and cried until he choked, and after crying, he turned around and picked up Words come.Thinking of Yang Fan dragging him to the street to see the people coming and going, pondering their every move.I remembered that Yang Fan was looking for him with big bags and small bags, saying that he couldn't get along anymore, and after two days, he returned to the group to film with his bags in his hands.

Yu Wen pinched his fingers and calculated. Yang Fan has been filming for ten years since he made his first film in high school. In these ten years, except for Yang Fan's first film, which won an award and was reported by others, the rest No more splashes.After Yang Fan won the award, he said with full confidence that he would definitely become the best star in the future, but now, he can't make money in the crew, so he had to come to the small drama troupe, taking advantage of the Chinese New Year to play two more roles and earn more money. Some money.

Yu Wen's eyes were red, and the people around him were amused by the scene on stage, Yu Wen was a little distressed, and Yang Fan's words to himself kept ringing in his ears: I really like it.

Yu Wen couldn't stand it any longer, leaned his head on the chair, suppressed his emotions, bent over and walked out from the back row.At noon, Yang Fan squatted backstage to eat, saw Yu Wen coming in from the door, and said: "Where did you go, why didn't I find you, I searched for a long time in the auditorium but couldn't find it, it's over, we are over, I used to But once you find the right one, you should reflect on what made you not stand out in the crowd, and whether the red envelopes you gave me during the Chinese New Year were not sincere enough."

Yang Fan was carrying the vegetables, joking and joking with Yu Wen. Yu Wen saw the makeup on Yang Fan's face, a towel around his neck, and a small jacket. The tip of the nose instantly became sour, and the sockets of the eyes turned red again.

Yu Wen closed the door, couldn't hold back, and twitched a few times, "What's wrong, I caught a cold." Yang Fan looked up, and immediately got up to approach Yu Wen, seeing Yu Wen's red eyes, "What's going on, why are you still sick?" crying."

"fine."

"It's okay, why cry during the New Year, why didn't you watch my play this morning?"

"Ah, um, that, I was kicked out, and I sat in someone else's seat, and was discovered by someone else." Yu Wen continued following Yang Fan's words.

"Then you cried," Yang Fan clapped his hands and continued to eat while squatting on the ground, looking at Yu Wen with disbelief, "Brother, I know, you are about 1.8 meters tall, and you are in your twenties. I don’t know, I thought you didn’t grow up when you were three years old, so you were kicked out without a ticket, why are you crying.” Yang Fan leaned against the wall and slapped the wall laughing.

"You don't know how embarrassing it is, people are watching, I don't want to lose face." Yu Wen was also amused by his own reasons, and stood in front of the table feeling aggrieved, thinking proudly in his heart, my acting skills are also great, How strong is the ability to adapt to changes.

"It's okay, and no one knows you, come, come here," Yang Fan said, stuffing a dollar into Yu Wen's pocket, "New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve."

"Get out, I'll give you a dozen, and you give me one." Yu Wen took out the money and stomped his feet angrily.

"And this one." Yang Fan took out two red strings, and tied one of the props left over from the morning's performance to Yu Wen's wrist. His face with makeup directly touched Yu Wen's face, deliberately making loud movements "mua", "I'm going to touch up my makeup." Said, and ran to the front of the stage in small steps to continue the performance.

Yu Wen looked at the red string tied on his hand, wiped off the powder on his face, and remembered that there was a temple nearby, for those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, go and seek a Buddha.On the way up the stairs, people gathered in a bunch, squeezed, side by side, rushing, and it took a lot of effort to climb up to the temple halfway up the mountain.

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