Qianzhou

He Yan found that Fan Zhen's theory was completely useless in front of Ye Congzhou. What kind of car picks up and delivers, and helps with big and small things on the scene. He has exhausted all the methods that should be used. Ye Congzhou's attitude has not changed for the better, but is like I hate myself more and more.

He Yan made a phone call and scolded Fan Zhen: "God-headed military commander, you—"

Fan Zhen laughed, "It seems that what you met is not an ordinary person. I will go back to China next week and I have some things to deal with at home. I estimate that I will stay in China for two or three months, waiting for me to teach you one-on-one."

He Yan: "I have to join the filming group next week, you come back for a fart."

Fan Zhen: "Let me tell you, you just don't understand human psychology at all. Like you, you don't even have a ghost for several months. Once the filming is over, you haunt people 24 hours a day, and you will either die of drought or flood. Death, everyone thinks you are crazy. Do you understand step by step?"

He Yan: "All right, all right, you don't understand. When I come back, I'll pick you up."

The film and television project "Headwind", which is China Star's largest investment in recent years, is expected to be launched within this year, and foreign teams need to be invited to shoot across the country. In the next few months, several senior leaders including He Zhiqiu will often fly to the United States to discuss cooperation, so all the early-stage needs The materials have to be well prepared. The production department of the company is in charge of film and television, and the brokerage department is responsible for the foreign actors who need to be negotiated.He Zhiqiu has endless meetings every day, and most of the work is assigned to his subordinates. Ye Congzhou has a lot of work, and he stays at the company during the holidays.

But May [-]nd is Ye's father's death day, no matter how busy he is at work, Ye Congzhou has to go back to Ningyang.

He only took one day off. He took the plane at [-] o'clock in the evening on May [-]st. Without accident, he could go to the cemetery the next morning.

According to the customs of Ningyang, on the anniversary of the death of a loved one in the first year, firecrackers should be set off to burn paper, and wine and vegetables should be placed in front of the tomb.Ye Congzhou greeted Uncle Liu in advance, got off the plane and went straight to Liu's house.

Lao Liu has already prepared everything that needs to be prepared in advance. After Ye Congzhou arrived, he went directly to the kitchen to cook.

After everything was packed, Lao Liu helped Ye Congzhou put everything into a box and sent him out.

Ye Congzhou: "Won't Uncle Liu go with me?"

Old Liu: "I often go there when you're not around, so I won't bother you father and son today."

Ye Congzhou nodded, turned and left.

It was just dawn, there were only a few pedestrians on the road, and the only sound of Ye Congzhou's footsteps was in the cemetery.He walked to his father's grave and saw a bouquet of white flowers on the ground unexpectedly.

Maybe it was sent by a friend of my father's life.

Ye Congzhou took out a long hanging firecracker, spread it on the mound behind the tombstone, lit it with incense, jumped a few steps away, and looked at the portrait of his father on the tombstone amidst the crackling explosion.

After all, it has been No. 11 years.

Although Ye Congzhou didn't want to forget, the functions of the human body cannot be reversed by him, and his father's voice and smile have gradually become blurred.The corpse he saw last year was too different from the person he remembered, and it dissipated quickly after the shock.

After the firecrackers were set off, Ye Congzhou neatly placed the dishes of wine and vegetables in the lunch box in front of the tomb, broke up a stack of yellow paper, and took out the lighter to light the paper.

He didn't know what happened to the lighter, he pressed it several times in a row but no spark came out, he was about to change it, and handed it to him with the lighter in one hand.

Ye Congzhou raised his head, it was He Yan.

He Yan knelt down naturally, took the wad of paper and lit it, then put it into the iron basin where the paper was burned.

He Yan: "I arrived a little earlier than you, and I went to buy some paper money just now."

Ye Congzhou: "Is this flower from you?"

He Yan: "Yes."

Ye Congzhou took a deep breath, stood up and looked at his father's portrait and said, "Get out now, I don't want to quarrel with you in front of my father."

He Yan: "I'll leave after burning this stack of papers."

Ye Congzhou looked down at He Yan's clothes, gray sleeveless T and black shorts.He Yan bought dozens of sets of this suit in different colors. Because it is comfortable to wear and breathable and absorbs sweat, he only carries a dozen sets of this series of clothes on his back every summer when he enters the production set. It seems that he came directly from the set. Ningyang.

Ye Congzhou knelt beside him, silently watching He Yan burn the paper.

"I know you are investigating Cao Min, and I know you can't get over this hurdle, then you will blame everything on me, and if you blame me for hating me, then scold me and beat me, whatever you want." Put the stack of papers into the tin box, look up at Ye's father, then turn to look at Ye Congzhou, "But don't get into a dead end and do things that your father can't look at."

Ye Congzhou looked directly at the tombstone, "I used to think my dad died in peace."

Seeing that he did not listen to persuasion, He Yan stood up and bowed to the tombstone.His knees were directly on the concrete floor mixed with gravel and stones, he stood up and fell down with a rustle.

He Yan: "Uncle Ye, don't worry, I will watch Cong Zhou."

Ye Congzhou turned his head, his teeth clenched the soft flesh in his lips, and his eyes were red.

The sound of He Yan's footsteps gradually went away, Ye Congzhou's originally straight back collapsed, looked at the tombstone and murmured: "Dad, it's been 11 years since He Yan came to see you."

In the previous life, Ye Congzhou would go back to Ningyang to visit the grave alone on the anniversary of Ye's father's death. In the first few years, He Yan was too busy with work to leave. Later, he felt that it was too eye-catching for the two big stars to appear in the small town cemetery at the same time. Don't mention this anymore.Later, He Yan also forgot about the day.

Ye Congzhou stayed in the cemetery until noon, and after having a casual lunch on the street, he brought presents to visit some of his father's friends during his lifetime, and paid back some of the money he owed to them. He had estimated his income, and these foreign debts , I will definitely be able to pay it off next year.

It was already dark after work, Ye Congzhou returned to the cemetery, and lit two rows of candles inserted on the ground in front of the tombstone. In order to prevent the wind, the candles were surrounded by red tissue paper, shaped like oval lanterns.

These lights have the meaning of illuminating the road for relatives. For a prosperous family, the dark red lanterns can light up half the hillside of the cemetery during worship.

The candles cannot be blown out, they can only be burned out naturally, so the grave-sweepers will not leave until the candles are burned out.Ye Congzhou knelt in front of the tomb, watching the flickering flames under the lantern paper, his heart was so empty that he could hear the echo.In his memory, his relationship with his father has always been very good. Father Ye does not have the bad temper and self-righteous elder authority of many middle-aged men, and treats Ye Congzhou as equal to a friend.After Ye Congzhou went to college, he seldom came home, but every time the father and son talked on the phone from all over the world to study and work, Ye's father never treated Ye Congzhou as an ignorant child, nagging some unnecessary nonsense, instead Treat him as a peer, share troubles, and solve puzzles.

Two years before Ye's father passed away, every time Ye Congzhou visited the tomb, he would sit in front of the tombstone and chatter about many things with his father.But more than ten years have passed, his life has undergone earth-shaking changes, but his father will always stay in the simplest past, and he gradually doesn't know what to say to his father.

People walking between heaven and earth are suddenly like travelers from afar.

Ye Congzhou has never felt lonely like this moment. Regardless of his previous life, his connection with this world is only this grave. He doesn't know how he came here, and he doesn't know whether he will die in the future.On weekdays, when he walks on the road, all kinds of people around him are different from him. They all have roots and a past that can be seen and touched.Unlike Ye Congzhou, no one knows that he has lived. His love and hatred only exist in his mind. He doesn't know if he will think that he imagined a past life in another ten or twenty years.

The lonely ghost is probably similar to him now.

The candles gradually burned to the bottom and went out one after another.Ye Congzhou wanted to get up and leave, but his lower limbs were numb after kneeling for too long and he couldn't move. When he supported the ground with his hands and tried to get up, there was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and soon his body was lightly hugged horizontally.

Ye Congzhou raised his head: "You, didn't you leave?"

He Yan weighed his hands and let Ye Congzhou's head rest on his shoulder, "Leave, don't worry, I'm back again."

He Yan's skin was cold, Ye Congzhou touched his neck and asked, "Have you been standing here for a long time?"

"I followed you as soon as you entered the cemetery. I was afraid that you would chase me away, so I didn't dare to show up." He Yan looked down at Ye Congzhou, with a look of reproach and distress in his eyes, "Are you done with your work? Can you go?"

Ye Congzhou nodded.

He Yan hugged him, walked down the steps of the hillside, walked past the rows of tombstones, walked through the dwarf cypress trees with white lanterns hanging on the hillside, walked under the dim and neat street lights, and walked into the car with people coming and going. to the street.Take him out of the dead and silent grave, and return to the world full of fireworks and vitality.

Ye Congzhou lay dangling in He Yan's arms all the way, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

After getting into the taxi, Ye Congzhou fell asleep leaning on the car seat as soon as he was put down by He Yan.

When the car drove to the airport, He Yan took out his wallet from Ye Congzhou to get his ID card, and whispered to the driver: "Master, I'm going to pick up the ticket, so let my friend sleep in the car for a while." I paid the master 100 yuan.

The master smiled and said "OK" to him.

After He Yan took out the ticket, he saw that Ye Congzhou's ticket was to board the plane at four o'clock in the morning, so he immediately rebooked his own ticket, and returned to the taxi after completing the process.

Ye Congzhou was still asleep.He Yan leaned to the front and whispered to the driver: "Master, our plane at four o'clock, my friend fell asleep, and I'm afraid he'll wake up if I move him. Can I trouble you to find a hotel nearby to rest for one night, tomorrow morning at three Come back at one o'clock?"

While talking, He Yan took out another 500 yuan and gave it to the master.

Only then did the master turn his head to take a closer look at He Yan, and recognized him as the lead actor in the recent hit movie "The City Has Fallen". He wanted to be happy to identify him, but He Yan raised his hand to stop him.

There is no need for a big star to trick him into taking a taxi. The driver was happy to pick up hundreds of dollars for nothing, and got out of the car with the money.

He Yan turned off the headlights, gently moved Ye Congzhou's upper body to his knees, and helped him find a comfortable position.

Ye Congzhou didn't sleep deeply, he could feel He Yan's movements, but he couldn't open his eyes.

After a while, he felt He Yan's breath approaching, and his warm and dry lips touched his forehead.