Been a child star for many years

Chapter 6: Uncle, you should concentrate on eating.

Chang Ming was seriously frostbitten by Jingfeng's cold joke, so he unceremoniously asked for hot pot by name, warming up his body and heart.The hot pot restaurant that Jing Feng chose was not like the one that Chang Ming and Fang Yun often go to, where smoking is not allowed.Although it is said that hot pot and cigarettes go well together in late autumn, Chang Ming forcibly holds back and just looks at Jing Feng resentfully from time to time.

Halfway through the meal, he still couldn't help but said, "Next time I'll take you to another house, no smoking is allowed here."

Jingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so addicted to smoking?"

"Tsk," Chang Ming swallowed the beef in his mouth, "Uncle told you, little friend, there are three things to be proud of in life, a little wine and smoke, a cup of tea."

"..." Jing Feng opened his mouth, and threw the freshly fished meatballs into the Changming bowl, "Uncle, you should concentrate on eating."

Chang Ming was happy, and suddenly remembered with a smile that Jing Feng seemed to be familiar with him.

That's right, there's Jing Chun in the middle, and we can't still be unfamiliar with each other every time we see each other.

So Chang Ming also took a ball and smashed it back into Jingfeng's bowl.But there was a little too much sauce in Jingfeng's bowl, and it splashed on his sleeve after such a smash.

Jing Feng raised his arm to look at it, and stared at Chang Ming with a half-smile, "Uncle, you really count every penny."

Unexpectedly, Chang Ming stood up and leaned his upper body to look at Jingfeng's sleeves.

"Is it not ironed? Is this easy to wash? How about I give it to you..."

He stopped halfway through the speech.During his movements, he accidentally pulled Jingfeng's sleeve up a little, revealing a scar.

Jing Feng paused, then calmly pulled away Chang Ming's hand and smoothed the sleeve.

Chang Ming sat back on his chair and rolled his eyes uncomfortably.He seemed to have never seen Jingfeng wearing short sleeves.

"It's okay." Jing Feng spoke first.

"..." Chang Ming scratched his hair, feeling inexplicably agitated.

"You..." Chang Ming swallowed, and said in a heartbeat, "Is it Xiaochun?"

He was indeed curious.And it's not just this one thing that's curious.

Jing Feng stared at Chang Ming for a while without blinking.Chang Ming also looked back at him.

"When he first came back a year ago," Jingfeng finally said, "he was easily irritated, but it's much better now."

Chang Ming didn't speak, but bit the straw in the orange juice glass, still looking at him.

go on.

"You want to know this?" Jing Feng asked.

"I think." Chang Ming said bluntly, "As a child star who has passed away, no, he is not angry at all, I am very curious about the only fan."

The corners of Jingfeng's mouth raised slightly, as if smiling.

"He's missing." Jing Feng withdrew his gaze, locked on the boiling hot pot, and the steaming smoke blurred his expression.

"When I was 7 years old. I took him out to play and got lost. I searched for several years, but there was no news." Jing Feng remained motionless, and the voice came from across the table, which made Chang Ming feel very hazy.

"My parents gave up later. Finally, last year, the police contacted me and said that they found a victim in a child trafficking case, maybe it was him."

"He was already 7 years old when he was sold to that place. He was not very disciplined and always wanted to run away." Jingfeng paused, and then said, "That man beat him and locked him in the sweet potato cellar. The police found him When he was... already like this."

Chang Ming put down his cup, wanting to express his emotions, but remained silent.

"He was very afraid of that man. When he was about to take him away, the man yelled at him, and he was too scared to leave. He was very thin," Jing Feng gestured, "The arms are just that thick. Later, I was almost I carried him to the car. I didn't want him to be hospitalized, I took a leave of absence from school, and wanted to take good care of him, but," Jingfeng's arm moved, "he was in such a bad condition at that time, he hurt people, and he also hurt people. Own."

Jingfeng stopped talking, picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

"You..." Since you started, let's just ask all the questions, "Are you going to take care of Xiaochun by yourself?"

Jingfeng didn't move, and the hot pot was getting more and more joyful.He stretched out his hand to turn down the fire, picked up his chopsticks and smiled at Chang Ming.

"Eat it quickly, it will be boiled in a while."

I don't want to talk about it.Chang Ming stopped asking, and really concentrated on eating hot pot.A bit spicy, strangely smoky.

Chang Ming habitually wanted to talk to Fang Yun.The mobile phone swiped to Fang Yun's phone number, after thinking about it, he pressed it off.He couldn't tell Fang Yun that this was Jingfeng's private matter.

But he was a little blocked.

No wonder, Xiaochun is his fan.After so many years, my mind is still at the beginning.Chang Ming couldn't tell what it was like.

I feel sorry for Xiaochun, and I also feel sorry for Jingfeng.

Jingfeng said that he took Xiaochun out to play and got lost.

Doing the math, Jingfeng was only 10 years old at that time. A 10-year-old child lost his brother.

What feelings did he grow up with?

Chang Ming sat in the living room and smoked a cigarette, then dug out two cans of beer from the refrigerator.

In the end, he still couldn't stand the blockage in his heart, so he made a phone call and went out.

"Chang Ming?" Jing Feng's voice came through the phone, sounding surprised.

Why are you calling him?

"Ah," Chang Ming cleared his throat, "Well, are you home yet?"

"..." Jing Feng paused, "I'll take you back to my car."

Chang Ming wanted to pinch himself.

"No, I mean, are you asleep?"

"...No." Obviously, Jingfeng's tone sounded sober, "I'm going out tomorrow and I'm packing my things."

Thankfully, this sentence can go on.

Chang Ming made a quick decision: "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"Beijing."

"How long?"

"Three days, shoot red leaves."

"Oh... I heard that the candied haws in old Beijing are delicious."

"... Shall I bring it for you?" Jing Feng raised his tone slightly.

"..." Chang Ming wanted to pinch himself again, "I didn't mean that..."

"It's okay," Jing Feng said, "Uncle likes sweets."

Chang Ming was stunned for a moment, and heard Jing Feng holding back his laughter, sighed, and laughed himself.

The last phone call didn't say anything serious, but strangely, it seemed to say a little bit of everything.The moment he hung up the phone, Chang Ming felt less blocked.

He is really like an uncle who told him to bring more clothes when it's cold in Beijing, pay attention to safety, and get up and down safely.Jingfeng responded one by one, and when he arrived in Beijing the next day, he sent a message to Chang Ming in a very serious manner: "Arrive safely, bring a cotton coat, don't read it, uncle."

Chang Ming stared at the twelve characters for a long time before cursing: "Grass..."

Then I couldn't hold myself back and laughed.

His work for this period has come to an end, and there will be no major events in the next few days.Speaking of which, the biggest advantage of this job is that after the big head is completed, you don't have to come to the company, and you can go home and write the manuscript.

After the meeting, when I returned to my seat, the girls in the same group next to me were already discussing where to go shopping tomorrow.Chang Ming turned the pen in his hand and estimated how much time the finishing work would take.

The floor is not high, and a maple tree just popped out of the window.Chang Ming turned his head to see the maple leaves falling down from time to time, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

He suddenly knew where to go to pass the time.