Mr Gingerbread

At the end of the month, Lu Ming and Han Qiaoyu went to the People's Art Theater to watch a drama together.

Lu Ming was afraid that something might go wrong before the props came on stage, so the afternoon passed early, and Han Qiaoyu naturally accompanied him.

Lu Ming took off his coat and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and instantly blended in with everyone. He was able to help everyone on and off the stage, and he was able to have a word or two with everyone. He seemed to be very popular.Han Qiaoyu was tall and well-dressed, and looked like a gentleman waiting to be seated. It was a bit awkward for the tall and burly man to stand aside. He stood and watched for a while, and when he saw Ms. Song Jingqiu from afar, he immediately Nodding slightly to her, he turned around and went to another small rehearsal hall to wait.

Ms. Song has outstanding acting skills. She swaggered over and passed her son, pretending she didn't see it.

Lu Ming helped to check the props again on the stage. One corner of the folding fan was broken, and he used paper to help paste it again.

The young actor who played the monk had really shaved his head. Now he held a pointed chisel and weighed it in his hand, as if he was fighting hard. The veins on his neck collapsed, but the falling The strength controlled the scale, repeated several times, nodded to Song Jingqiu and said: "Mr. Song, I think it's almost the same, and I feel the best today."

Song Jingqiu exhorted: "You don't have to think so much before going on stage. You have practiced well these days, and you can perform normally. There is nothing wrong with performing on stage. After you go on stage, no matter what happens, you can't get stuck. You have to learn to be flexible. Deal with it, this time you are the protagonist, you have to show the aura of the protagonist, you know?"

The monk nodded, with agility in his brows and eyes, clasped his hands together and said: "Yes, teacher."

Lu Ming also said from the side: "Don't worry about breaking the Buddha statue inside, it's solid, even if you try hard, there will be cracks, I'll fix it later."

The monk also bowed to him, and said with a smile: "Thank you, benefactor Lu."

Lu Ming was amused by him. The people in the theater were all acting lunatics. Putting on the costumes, he began to enter the play. He also bowed back to the monk, and when his fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, he rubbed a little glue.Song Jingqiu, who was next to him, saw it and stretched out his hands to help him tidy up. He looked at Lu Ming with a smile and said, "Little Lu is also a fast learner. If you don't have a job, I really want to leave you in our theater."

Lu Ming smiled and said, "Call me whenever you have something to do, and I'll come as soon as I'm sure."

Song Jingqiu said: "You said it yourself, Auntie is serious!"

Lu Ming smiled and nodded: "Well, I said so."

Everything was ready, and before the show opened in half an hour, people started to come one after another.Lu Ming took his coat and went out to look for Han Qiaoyu. The theater was not too big and he had plenty of time, so he went slowly and saw Han Qiaoyu in a small rehearsal hall.

In the small rehearsal hall, a group of immature young actors were rehearsing the play, which seemed to be a foreign production. They didn't wear costumes, they were wearing their usual clothes, and they didn't put on makeup, but they all looked serious.

Han Qiaoyu was sitting in the penultimate row of the auditorium, watching the play seriously.

An actor on the stage walked a few steps under the light, recited his lines with forbearance and a little pain, his voice was not high, but the words were clear: "Some people think that love is sex, it is marriage, it is six in the morning. Kiss at the point, a bunch of kids, maybe that's what it is, Miss Lester. But you know what I think, I think love is wanting to touch and then withdrawing."

Han Qiaoyu watched quietly, and Lu Ming didn't seem to notice when he sat next to him.

Lu Ming watched with him for a while, then asked in a low voice, "What drama is this?"

Han Qiaoyu looked at the stage for a while, and then said to him, "I don't know, I just feel that these lines are very touching." He looked down at Lu Ming, reached out to help him tidy his hair, and quickly retracted it restrainedly, " Let's go, it's almost time to start over there, we should get back to our seats."

They retreated quietly, trying not to disturb the young actors in the rehearsal. Before Lu Ming left the door, he looked back with a feeling. The play was posted on the door, which was Salinger's "Heart of a Broken Story".Looking back, you can see the actors and actresses on the stage passing each other, standing there with their backs to each other, with an indescribable feeling of loneliness.

They are like people from two different worlds. No matter how stubbornly one party is looking for it, they cannot find a way to meet properly.

Han Qiaoyu grabbed Lu Ming's wrist, brought him to his side, and said, "It's almost time, let's go."

Lu Ming nodded, but he was still thinking about the play just now. After Ms. Song's play opened, he slowly withdrew his mind and looked at it seriously without distracting thoughts.

Ms. Song and the others acted in this drama, which is half of old actors and half of young actors. The plot tells the power of faith and is very moving.

When the monk, dressed in rags, paid homage to the Buddha all the way, using the chisel in his hand to chisel out the Buddha in his heart up and down the cliff, the audience was moved.

After watching it carefully, Lu Ming applauded along with the audience. Watching Ms. Song and the others take a curtain call on the stage, he felt that the busy time during this period was not in vain, and he felt a little satisfied.

Han Qiaoyu leaned closer to his ear and said, "Do you want to go backstage to see Teacher Song and the others?"

Lu Ming shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, they must be very busy in a while. I have seen reporters from several newspapers coming, so I won't bother Mr. Song." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, saying : "Let's go for supper. I know a good place. I often go there when I'm studying."

Han Qiaoyu said, "Okay."

Lu Ming took Han Qiaoyu to a small restaurant. There are colleges and universities nearby. Many college couples come here for a stroll at night. When they came, it was getting late, so they parked their car on the side of the road and walked slowly for a while. , I arrived at the restaurant Lu Ming mentioned.

The store is very small, with four or five small square tables tightly packed, and four plastic high stools are placed next to each table. The tabletops look a little blackened from the smog all year round, and even after being wiped, they still have a layer of smear. The light that doesn't go away.

Lu Ming sat down naturally, and began to order signs without looking at the menu: "I want two servings of pork blood porridge, one serving of salt and pepper shrimp, one serving of roasted oysters, and a large serving of fried beef river. Boss remember to fry it soft... "

The little boss took notes with a piece of paper, looked at Lu Ming and said with a smile: "I know, you came early today, do you want some of the freshly baked scallion shortbread and plum shortbread?"

Lu Ming glanced at Han Qiaoyu, who looked calm. He smiled and said, "I don't want the plum ones, but I'll order the ones with scallion oil and sauced pork."

The other side promised to write it down, and after a while, they sent two cups of iced sour plum soup, and insisted on giving it to Lu Ming: "You graduated this year, right? This is your big boss next to you? Please eat, you are welcome!"

The big boss has already drank it unceremoniously. The taste is not too sweet, but quite refreshing.

Lu Ming thanked the restaurant owner, looked at Han Qiaoyu and said, "How is it? I haven't been to this kind of small shop for many years. Are you still used to it?"

Han Qiaoyu looked around and said, "Is this the store you often mentioned?"

Lu Ming nodded, looked at him with his chin up, and said, "Yes, I said before that we would eat together when you return to China. You haven't had much time since you came back. It's rare that you have time today, so come and have a taste."

Han Qiaoyu wanted to apologize, but suppressed the words again, and changed the sentence: "We can come often if you like."

Lu Ming smiled, took the chopsticks and said, "Forget it, wait until you're not busy. Today you have a good fortune. The proprietress of this shop is from Shantou, and the late-night snacks are the best."

After a while, the dishes were served one after another. Lu Ming whispered to Han Qiaoyu which one was delicious and which one he often eats. Every time he said one to Han Qiaoyu, he raised his chopsticks and tasted it, keeping the taste in his heart.He is good at cooking, and there will be more opportunities to practice at home in the future. If you decide to please Lu Ming, please please his stomach first.

After a while, more and more people came to the small shop, and soon it was full. The restaurant owner set up two tables at the entrance, and the business was booming.

Lu Ming ate for a while and was talking to Han Qiaoyu when he suddenly heard a familiar voice and stopped his chopsticks to take a look.

The young man standing there ordering food was probably in his twenties. He had fair skin and a bookish look. He was the kind of person who worked in the school. He was holding a briefcase used by the teachers of the Academy of Fine Arts. He stood there. Seriously looked at the signature dishes posted on the wall and said two things.He thought for a while, and then asked: "Boss, can we not put coriander in the beef porridge? Thank you."

Lu Ming recognized him as teacher Cheng Ye from the department next door, who taught jade appreciation and jade carving.

He went to a meeting with Mr. Cheng before. Both of them were young teachers who were newly promoted. They sat close to each other. When they chatted, they felt that each other was pretty good. He usually called Mr. Cheng when he was playing ball at school. .I met him now, so I went over to say hello to him, "Mr. Cheng, what a coincidence, I met you here."

Cheng Ye was taken aback, and when he saw it was him, he quickly smiled and said, "Lu Ming, it's you. I heard that the beef porridge here is delicious, so I bought it here to try it out. Are you coming to eat with friends?"

Lu Ming nodded and said, "Yes." He was familiar with Cheng Ye. Seeing that he didn't know how to choose when he came here for the first time, he helped recommend a few foods. Cheng Ye listened carefully, and added some seasonings Remove it before ordering.

Lu Ming said: "Why don't you eat these? I thought you would eat them if you didn't pick them up in the school cafeteria!"

Cheng Ye smiled and said, "I eat it, but my brother doesn't eat it."

Lu Ming was surprised and said, "You still have an older brother?"

Cheng Ye nodded and said, "I live with my brother."

Lu Ming was very curious, chatted with him a few words, and felt that for a person like Mr. Cheng, his brother was probably the gentle and harmless type.Cheng Ye was a little cautious, so he took the initiative to ask Lu Ming, "By the way, there is news about the gallery you asked me to find before. My senior brother happens to know such a gallery and I really like your painting style..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Ming held onto his shoulders and took him aside, "Hey, the porridge is almost ready, let's wait here."

Cheng Ye was a little confused, so he was taken two steps away by Lu Ming, and wanted to talk about the gallery, when he saw the restaurant owner bring over the packaged porridge, and quickly took it and paid for it.

Lu Ming sent him out, and whispered at the door: "Let's talk again when we go back to school."

Cheng Ye passed over Lu Ming's shoulder and looked at the man who was sitting at the same table with Lu Ming before, but he was still sitting peacefully and did not move. He also imitated Lu Ming and asked in a low voice: "Does your friend know that you are looking for a gallery to consign paintings? "