fight real army

Not everyone has the opportunity to embrace the self who once cried alone after many years.Years make a person mature, giving him strength and wisdom, but it also makes him lose the opportunity to comfort himself forever.

Wang Xu leaned over and hugged Ling Jiale, who was crying loudly, wondering: Did he cry so loudly at that time?Have you ever shed so many tears?

Holding Ling Jiale's lonely shoulders, he became more and more puzzled, was his body so thin and frail at that time?

He was obviously much thinner than that time, could it be that his bones grew hard along with his heart, so that he forgot that he was once so weak?

Never before had Wang Xu pitied Ling Jiale so much.

He wiped away the tears for the crying child with his own hands, "I'll call you Shen Ge."

Sure enough, Zhang Song was still the same Zhang Song Jiang Lu knew, he lived up to Jiang Lu's expectations of him, and he really came.

His face was painted again, and he squatted facing Jiang Lu.The street was silent at night, and they looked at each other quietly, as if they were trying to compare who was worse.The dim light of the street lamp fell from above, covering the two of them.

Although the bruises on Zhang Song's face looked more frightening, it seemed that Jiang Lu was a little bit more miserable at this time.His hair was messed up, his clothes were messed up, his eyes were red, his eyelids were swollen badly, and his face was full of tears.

Zhang Song looked at him for a while, and his eyes turned slightly red.

"The actors stay still, and the others take their positions." Wang Xu interrupted them softly.

Shen Ge raised his hand and wiped Ling Jiale's left face, changed his finger, and wiped again on his right cheek, "Stop crying."

His tone is gentle, and his eyes are more gentle than his tone.Ling Jiale looked at him, feeling sad for some reason.He lowered his head and buried his face in his arms, wiped away the tears from his face and eyes, and looked up at Shen Ge again.

Without the barrier of tears, he saw Shen Ge more clearly, and smiled for no reason.

He raised his hand and gently touched the corner of Shen Ge's mouth, "Is it makeup?"

Shen Ge nodded, and held his forearm, there was a swollen red mark on it, the swelling was very high, no need to ask further.

In the next shot, Shen Ge picked up Ling Jiale, turned his back to the camera and walked away.The light above obliquely casts extremely long shadows under their feet, which is even more lonely in this silent night, but it also feels like they are dependent on each other.

Shen Ge walked a long way with Ling Jiale on his back, suspecting that he had missed the director's instructions, he hastily glanced back.

Wang Xu stood behind the monitor and waved at them, meaning: "Let's go, let's go."

Shen Ge turned around and continued to move forward.Ling Jiale had already fallen asleep on his back.

Xiao Li rushed over from behind carrying Ling Jiale's personal belongings, and when he saw this, he immediately fell silent.

The two awake and one asleep led the way back to the dormitory without a sound, and met Su Xin who came back from another direction outside the gate.

Su Xin should have gone for a night run, her fit body fit to be a model is full of vigor and vitality.He ran up the first two steps habitually, and then stopped suddenly, always showing a little astonishment on his casual face, and looked back at the three people who came out of the night.

Shen Ge stepped up the steps with Ling Jiale on his back, and when he passed by Su Xin, their eyes rubbed against each other for a moment, and then they staggered again.The rhythm of Shen Ge's feet did not change because of this.

Xiao Li was not as calm as he was, and cast an angry glance at Su Xin, and then quickly chased after him.

Su Xin seemed to be under a fixed spell, and couldn't help watching the three of them, watching the three of them walk into the old-fashioned old building slowly and steadily as if they were one.

On the second day, Wang Xu made new demands on the two protagonists on the set, hoping that they would not have any communication after the scene, and try to avoid even meeting each other.

Compared to Ling Jiale's bewilderment and hesitation, Shen Ge agreed very happily, which made Wang Xu uneasy.

This clever young man made him a little bit blind.

After the scene of "Jiang Lu and Liang Yong", not only did Shen Ge not make trouble for him, he even cooperated very well when filming the scene of "Zhang Song finds trouble with Liang Yong". The common drama of venting anger during filming did not happen.

Wang Xu couldn't help re-examining Shen Ge.

Facing Wang Xu's suspicious gaze, Shen Ge just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, returned a very sincere smile, and even persuaded Ling Jiale: "The director's idea is good, it can help us maintain that state."

The reason why Wang Xu made such a request to them was because the two in the play started a cold war.

When Zhang Song returned home, he still slept in the same bed as Jiang Lu, but they had different dreams in the same bed.

The "status" of the two was completely reversed.Sometimes Zhang Song came home very late, and sometimes he was drunk, Jiang Lu never dared to say anything, and handed him towels and rice graciously.

Zhang Song used to cook for him, and he watched movies, listened to music, read books, and drew pictures. Just like in the family he grew up in, he never washed his hands until the meal was on the table.

Zhang Song was happy to serve him.He likes Jiang Lu's literary and quiet demeanor, and he is willing to let him read one more page and draw one more stroke without complaining.Now it's all reversed.

Zhang Song also took the towels Jiang Lu handed over, and ate the meals he cooked, and he didn't think it was bad.If it was too salty or too bland, he would get up and get himself a glass of water, or get a salt shaker, without complaining.

But Jiang Lu would rather he complain, or even get angry, as long as he is willing to talk to himself.

Ever since Zhang Song carried Jiang Lu home, he never said a word to Jiang Lu.

In a few days it was Zhang Bao's first seven.

On this day, Zhang Song didn't leave the stall or go to the photo studio.He chartered a taxi and was going out early in the morning.

He prepared a lot of things, including paper money, incense, snacks, fruits, wine, cigarettes, and a very realistic paper house, which took up quite a lot of space.

Jiang Lu has been fidgeting since he was about to go out. He always wanted to help, but because he has never been a careful and capable person, he couldn't intervene.

Zhang Song wanted to move all the bags and bags to his back and one hand, so that the other hand would be free for the paper house that took up the most space.

Jiang Lu rushed over and stretched out his hand, "I'll help you hold—"

Zhang Song pushed him away violently, and said the first words to him in the past few days: "Don't touch it!"

Jiang Lu staggered two steps back while maintaining the posture of stretching out his hands, his back hit the corner of the table, and his body tilted, showing unbearable pain.

Zhang Song's face tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step forward, and a loud voice came from outside the open door: "Can I go?"

The taxi driver entered without invitation, and enthusiastically snatched two bags from Zhang Song: "Give these to me, and you'll free up your hand!"

Zhang Song looked at the driver, nodded to him dully, and then looked back at Jiang Lu.

Jiang Lu had already stood up straight with one hand on the table, turned his face away, and lowered his head slightly, making it impossible to see if he was still in pain.

"Is that all?" the driver asked.

Zhang Song came back to his senses, and responded in a low voice: "Hey."

"Let's go? Didn't you say you wanted to arrive earlier? I'm not urging you. Anyway, I charge by the day. It doesn't make any difference to me if you leave early or late..."

Zhang Song interrupted the driver, "Let's go now."

The moment the door closed, Jiang Lu squatted down slowly, covering his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled weakly.All the tears in his life will be shed in these days.

Chen Ge went and came back—fortunately he wasn't Zhang Song, he always came back after leaving—Chen Ge anxiously pressed Ling Jiale's shoulder: "Is it really knocking?" I knew I was out of control.

Ling Jiale raised her head, and there were tears in Jiang Lu's sad eyes again.

He shook his head at Shen Ge, and was about to say something when Wang Xu shouted from outside the stage: "Actors should not communicate outside the stage!"

Ling Jiale immediately showed reluctance, they hadn't spoken to each other for two days, whether it was on or off the screen.

Shen Ge looked at Wang Xu hesitantly, and while he wasn't paying attention, he squeezed Ling Jiale's shoulder and said quickly, "I love you."

Those two words were light and fast, passing Ling Jiale's ears like the wind.

After Shen Ge finished speaking, he strode away.Ling Jiale really squatted on the spot for a while, before suddenly reacting, and quickly hid her face in her arms, hiding her playful red face and eyes bent into two crescent moons.

Zhang Song went there on the same day and returned on the same day, earlier than expected.

Although his younger brother in high school was much shorter than him, his figure followed his father's and was as strong as a calf.The two brothers fought in front of Zhang Bao's grave.

"It was you who pissed dad off! You weren't born by dad at all!"

Zhang Song was stunned, those rumors that couldn't be contained in the paper finally reached his brother's ears.

He came back in a state of desperation, and saw Jiang Lu and Liang Yong arguing at home.

Jiang Lu saw him first, let out a low howl of despair, took advantage of Liang Yong's distraction, pushed him away, staggered towards Zhang Song, but didn't dare to touch him, and kept a distance of one meter away from him Eager to explain: "I didn't know it was him! I thought it was you who came back... I didn't want to open the door..."

Liang Yong was taken aback by his crazy appearance, and then sneered: "Xiao Lu, it's your fault—"

Jiang Lumian frantically turned around and roared, "Don't call me 'Xiao Lu'! No one is allowed to call me 'Xiao Lu' except him!"

Now Liang Yong was really frightened by him, and stopped talking embarrassingly.

Zhang Song put his arms around Jiang Lu, pressed the back of his head to let him bury his face on his shoulder, and said to Liang Yong, "What are you doing at my house?"

Liang Yong's face changed a few times, and he replied in a low tone: "I came here to give something out of kindness——"

Jiang Lu, who was hugged by Zhang Song, struggled violently, "I don't want it anymore!"

Zhang Song patted him on the back soothingly, and asked him, "What is it?"

Jiang Lu bit his lip and looked at him hesitantly, his eyes trembling in panic, "...schoolbag...easel..."

"Then we have to." Zhang Song decided for him, and asked Liang Yong: "Where is the thing?"

Liang Yong's face sank completely, "In the car."

"I'll get it from you." He wanted to let go, but Jiang Lu held his arm tightly to prevent him from moving, so Zhang Song had no choice but to comfort him in a low voice.

"Don't fight..." Jiang Lu asked anxiously.

Zhang Song held his hand, "Don't worry."

Liang Yong looked at their look of seeing the truth in adversity, his face was gloomy.

Zhang Song took back the schoolbag and easel for Jiang Lu, and Jiang Lu could go back to school again, and everything seemed to be back on track.

The two sat at the table to eat, and Zhang Song picked up a piece of meat for Jiang Lu, "Why don't you go if you can continue reading?"

Jiang Lu kept the tip of his chopsticks on his lips. He didn't answer right away, but chewed for a few more times before saying, "I want to graduate early to make money... In our major, undergraduate and graduate students are the same, or go to the publicity department , or become a teacher..."

Zhang Song looked up at him, then turned his gaze back to the food, "Can I still afford you?"

"No...that's not what I meant, I was thinking..." After the two got back together, they became more polite, especially Jiang Lu, who was extremely cautious and carefully considered his words: "I just think that you have worked so hard. I want to help you share a little, so we can buy a house earlier..."

He secretly glanced at Zhang Song's face, "I have good grades, I can find a good job in a public institution, and then I will be assigned to a welfare housing—"

"Welfare housing? Neighboring with your colleagues? The two of us together?" The tone was a bit aggressive.

Jiang Lu was dumbfounded.

Zhang Song bowed his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice in frustration, then got up and left the dining table.

Jiang Lu silently put down the bowl and chopsticks, and lowered his head sadly.

Zhang Song came back soon, and put a tape in front of Jiang Lu, "You mean you like him?"

Jiang Lu glanced at him in surprise, and then looked at the tape on the table, which was Leslie Cheung's album.

Jiang Lu likes to watch Leslie Cheung's movies, especially the "Farewell My Concubine". He has borrowed it several times and played it over and over again at home. -"

"Ah! From Yigu's point of view, today is you and me—" A thick and rough singing voice sounded from the tape recorder, and it was Bawang who made his appearance first.

Zhang Song stood up, took the cover of the tape, looked at the song catalog with a frown, and said angrily: "It's still a pirated copy, the first song is not this!"

Jiang Lu didn't care about the genuine pirated version, he smiled and motioned him to stop talking and listen to the song.

There is only one sentence in Beijing opera, followed by a familiar accompaniment, and then a man sang softly: "Don't mention the past, life has been full of wind and rain..."

The hearts of both of them trembled.

Zhang Song listened to the songs played on the radio. Although they were pirated, there was nothing wrong with them.

"Xiaolu," he turned over the tape cassette in his hand, "if you still want to continue studying, just keep reading, and only if you get good grades will you continue to study."

Jiang Lu raised his eyes to look at him, the tape cassette stopped turning somersaults, Zhang Song also looked at Jiang Lu, "Don't you want to be like your father and be a clerk of the drawing board all day long?"

When Jiang Weiguo was mentioned, Jiang Lu lowered his eyes, but soon raised them again, looking at Zhang Song who was willing to talk more with him at this time, as if he couldn't bear to miss him.

"Xiaolu, we don't have to worry about money. I can still pay for your education, and I don't expect your salary in the future when I buy a house." Under his infatuated gaze, Zhang Song softened his expression, "You like painting, Just keep reading."