the shape of love

The shooting process was very tense, and it was often almost midnight when work was over.When he is busy, he can't take care of it, and when he is free occasionally, Gu Kunpeng always thinks of Luo Hui.He really wanted to tell Luo Hui how calm and broad the Seine River is, how beautiful the night in Paris is, how romantic and affectionate the French are, and felt that no matter how beautiful the scenery was, no matter how beautiful Luo Hui was, it would be boring.

When the shooting ended, it was less than a week before the Chinese New Year, and some streets and alleys in Paris had some Chinese New Year elements, which made the whole filming team feel more urgent to return home.

When they arrived at Beijing International Airport, Xue Li brought Chen Huan and his party to pick them up in person.Gu Kunpeng looked around, Dou Man asked directly: "Where is Luo Hui? I brought him chocolates, but he didn't come to pick me up." Xue Li pretended to be angry and asked, "Where's mine?" Chen Huan then said: "Luo Hui Hui went home early, and tickets for the Spring Festival travel festival are not easy to buy." Gu Kunpeng's mood suddenly fell.Chen Huan asked considerately: "What's the matter, are you airsick, or are you still feeling jet-lagged?" Gu Kunpeng said wearily, "It's okay."

Gu Kunpeng got into Chen Huan's car, and Chen Huan asked him: "Go home or go back to the apartment." Gu Kunpeng said: "Go home." On the way, Gu Kunpeng was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "When will Luo Hui I left." Chen Huan glanced at him meaningfully, and said, "I just left yesterday." After a pause, he hesitated and said, "Luo Hui originally wanted to wait for you...you guys come back before leaving Yes, but after the price of the air ticket doubled, I left early." Gu Kunpeng curled his lips and said, "It's really stingy as always." The mood is a little better.

When Gu Kunpeng came home, he wanted to sleep on his head, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.He picked up his phone from the bedside and sent Luo Hui a WeChat message: I'm back to Beijing.

After a while, I received a reply from Luo Hui: I had a hard time on the road, did the shooting go well?

Gu Kunpeng enthusiastically sent Luo Hui his filming process and what he saw in Paris.

Luo Hui, who was far away in Hangzhou, looked at a large number of messages in WeChat, and secretly slandered: "Damn, don't you feel tired typing so many words?" The little brother next to him tugged at his sleeve and asked: "Brother, what are you doing?" What are you laughing at?"

After a while, Gu Kunpeng received a reply from Luo Hui: "Okay, have a good rest." Gu Kunpeng made a face at the phone screen, and went to sleep steadily.

It's the Spring Festival in a blink of an eye.Gu Kunpeng’s family celebrated the New Year at his grandfather’s house this year. A bunch of uncles, aunts, nephews and nieces came, and the cousin who was only in the junior year brought her boyfriend home for the New Year. Everyone at the table asked Gu Kunpeng: “Your sister has already , when will you bring one back?" Gu Kunpeng was overwhelmed by the question.When the New Year's bell rang on TV, Gu Kunpeng glanced at his phone subconsciously, and actually received a message from Luo Hui, although there were only four short words: Happy New Year.Gu Kunpeng happily replied: Happy New Year.

On the first day of the new year, Gu Kunpeng suddenly received a call from Chen Huan, saying that during the New Year's Eve performance in Shanghai, a singer suddenly sprained and couldn't go on stage, and asked Gu Kunpeng if he could help him.Gu Kunpeng looked at the address, agreed without even thinking about it, packed his luggage and rushed to Shanghai overnight.After the performance, Gu Kunpeng immediately called Luo Hui: "Luo Hui, I'm in Shanghai." Luo Hui's tentative greeting came from the receiver: "Do you want to come to Nanjing to play?"

The winter cold in the south is not as straightforward as in the north, but twists and turns, and slowly penetrates into your bone marrow, making it impossible to resist.Gu Kunpeng wrapped himself up tightly, appeared in front of the Nanjing high-speed railway station with only his eyes exposed, and saw Luo Hui's figure at a glance in the bustling crowd.I haven't seen him for more than a month, and it feels like a lifetime away. Gu Kunpeng was stunned for a moment.Luo Hui pinched his cigarette and strode towards him.

Gu Kunpeng followed Luo Hui home.Luo Hui's home is in the suburbs of Nanjing. It is a small ancestral courtyard, simple and clean.Luo Hui's father was reading in the back room when he heard the sound and stood up.

Luo Hui said, "Dad, this is my friend, Gu Kunpeng."

Gu Kunpeng took off his scarf and bowed cautiously.

Luo Hui's father nodded politely, and said in Mandarin with a Nanjing accent: "Lead me to the bedroom to rest for a while. Your aunt is shopping for groceries. Come out for dinner later."

At this time, a little boy ran out of the house and threw himself on Gu Kunpeng.Gu Kunpeng picked him up.The little boy said to Gu Kunpeng in a childish voice, "This brother is really good-looking, even better than brother Luo Hui."

Luo Hui pulled the little boy off Gu Kunpeng, and introduced: "This is my younger brother Luo Yi." Then he threatened Luo Yi: "He is prettier than my elder brother, and my elder brother will not take you out to play after that." Luo Yi Tilting his head, he thought for a while and said, "He looks as good-looking as my brother." "You little clever ghost." Luo Hui smiled and carried his brother back to the bedroom.

Gu Kunpeng looks fair, and has a cute personality. His uncles and aunts can't stop shouting, they are very likable, and the host and guest enjoy a meal.At night, Gu Kunpeng slept on the floor in Luo Hui's room.The two chatted with each other.

Gu Kunpeng asked cautiously: "I heard you call Auntie all the time, isn't Aunt Ge your biological mother?" Luo Hui replied: "My parents divorced when I was in junior high school. My mother was a Nanjing dancer when she was young. The actors in the troupe are beautiful and have a high spirit. My dad is a high school teacher who does his job. Finally, my mother couldn't bear the clear soup noodles and the turbulent life. When I was in junior high school, I followed a man to Japan. Later, my dad married Aunt Ge and gave birth to Luo Yi."

Gu Kunpeng asked: "Do you hate her?"

Luo Hui said: "I hated it when I was young. One day she left, she took me to the corner of the street to eat a bowl of wonton as usual, and then sent me to school. After that, I never saw her again. After I became sensible, I began to understand that things like feelings are The most gentle chain, but it can't trap a person's pursuit. Even if I can choose, I would like her to live the life she wants to live."

Gu Kunpeng asked again: "Do you miss her?"

After a long time, there was no echo, thinking that Luo Hui had already fallen asleep, so he fell asleep in a daze.

Luo Hui took Gu Kunpeng to play in Nanjing city.Gu Kunpeng has always been a child who comes out to let the wind go. He has to taste and see everything. Luo Hui took him to eat Nanjing's famous duck blood vermicelli soup, soup dumplings, and Meiling porridge, and then took him to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Qinhuai river.

The two walked through the long corridor together and saw the solemn, grand and well-organized Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. They climbed up the high steps hand in hand, and sat side by side in front of the steps overlooking the entire Nanjing city.Come to the bank of the Qinhuai River together, the tortuous Qinhuai River stretches out in the dim lights on both sides.Take a boat together and enjoy the night view of the Qinhuai River.The curved moon hangs above the pavilions and pavilions on both sides of the river, bright and clean, really lovely.As the boat leaves the pier, there are Hui-style buildings on both sides of the river, with gray tiles and white walls, and brightly lit.The Qinhuai River stretches out in twists and turns. At the end of every turn, there is always a small bridge swinging leisurely in front of you.A painting boat full of tourists is coming, making people feel like returning to the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties where fireworks were flourishing. How many literati and poets are standing on the bow of the boat, performing romantic performances.How many students lingered on the shore, full of frustration and nowhere to go.There are still many poor women who have been reduced to prostitution, with light clothes and thin strings, letting others entertain them.But the past is like smoke, and what is worth the time.