heart to wild

When Yu Dian was young, he grew up with his grandparents in Yu's old house.

At that time, Ding Yuan was still a full-time dancer, and getting married and having children was an important part of her life, but it was not enough for her to give up everything for it.

Yu Qiyun supported her, but he didn't know how to take care of children himself. Just like that, Diandian, who was still unable to walk steadily, was sent to the elders by his clumsy father.

Yu Junhe is an unsmiling old man, and there are only a handful of conversations with his son in a year.

But looking at the little grandson who clumsily pinned a bear pin on his forehead to prevent his bangs from falling off that day, he still couldn't hold back his heart and melted into one piece. He leaned over and touched the little boy's blushing forehead from the pin.

When the baby was three years old, Ding Yuan rested for three years, and her basic skills did not fall for a day. After chatting with Cong Jia and Yu Qiyun respectively, the woman turned around and started preparing for the troupe's tour.

She leaves early and returns late, and her younger son sleeps a lot, so he often doesn't see her for a few days.

And when I saw it, I was always saying goodbye.

"Baby, Mom will miss you very much."

"Baby misses mom too."

With tears in her eyes, Ding Yuan kissed his forehead lightly, rubbed the petite body of the little friend who just fit in her arms, and made a promise with him to grow a few centimeters taller next time they meet.

Dad said, Mom does what she wants, and we have to support her.

Little nodded, but Yu Qiyun, you useless man, after only taking care of the child for a few days, you were exhausted and retreated. You decorated the child with a bow and sent it to the parents' house. Compared with feeding meals, the complexity of the company's affairs has dropped sharply.

Ok.

Diandian got into grandma's arms and listened to her singing nursery rhymes in a dialect she didn't understand, thinking that such a life would be pretty good.

Although I miss my mother a little bit.Just think about Dad, by the way.

"Life", when he uttered these two words at a young age, he still didn't know its weight at all. By the time he knew it, he had seen too many tears and nameless stories.

When he was in the top class of the preschool class, his grandfather passed away. Ding Yuan returned home and brought back Diandian from the old house.

"Will the baby blame mother?"

She doesn't seem competent enough.

Baby shook his head, stretched out his arms to hug his mother, and told her the truth that Cong Jia taught him: "I love you very much, and I know you love me very much."

He likes to live in the old house with his grandparents and wait leisurely for his parents.

Also love when it's just the two of us after mom picks him up.

Although my father is still very busy, and my mother has not given up the opportunity to perform in the local area, no matter what kind of life it is, he likes it very much.

Whoops, said "life" again.

Diandian moved to a brand new house, which is not as grand as the old one, and there is a fountain in the garden. This time, it is a mini version of a three-story villa. He lives in a sunny room on the second floor, with a balcony, and a mini version of the small yard.

And the new neighbor over the fence, standing next to the Alaskan dog.

"My name is Jiang Zhai, Jiang from Jiang Ziya, Zhai from Jinghuaichun Zhai."

What is he talking about.Diandian blinked her big eyes, and shyly grinned at her handsome and gentle little brother, opening her mouth which had just lost her front teeth.

"My name is Yu Dian, Dian Dian Dian."

Jiang Zhai smiled, amidst the barking of dogs, the water hose in his hand created an artificial rainbow.

"Hi, Diandian, do you want to come to my house to play? I have a very cute little sister."

This is too, too attractive.

For the first time, Diandian had a playmate of the same age who was only one year older than herself, and he ran behind Jiang Zhai throughout the whole summer.

On the first day of the first grade of my little brother, Diandian hugged Alaska in the yard and cried hoarsely, which made the adults heartbroken and funny. On the second day, he was dressed in the same school uniform as Jiang Zhai, and asked the neighbor brother to take care of him. holding his hand in elementary school.

For him, Jiang Zhai, like grandparents, parents, is an existence that can never be replaced.

……elder brother?At that time, Yu Chen was still a cheapskate!

In the first semester of the second year of junior high school, Jiang Zhai changed schools suddenly, and contacted him again only a few months later.

At night, the voice on the other end of the phone was still that of a teenager, but it seemed to have grown up overnight.

Yu Dian and Jiang Zhai came to this school together, but now he is the only one left, as Jiang Zhai said, Diandian will make new friends again.

He did deliver, but quickly lost it too.

What a headache.

Sitting alone by the bed at night, playing with the little night light in my hand, I feel like I have grown up.

He had never walked the way home from school alone, but he got used to this kind of life afterward.

When He Dan, Zhou Zhou, and Yu Zisheng suddenly crowded beside him and dragged him to the school gate together, Yu Dian found the familiarity from the strangeness while being novel.

Yu Dian feels that he really has crowd dependence now. He was given an injection to seal it off and was temporarily treated from the symptoms for a while, but now the effect of anesthesia is gradually fading. Not only did he not grow up, but he became more like a person. little child.

"What's wrong with being a child, childish?"

The actor on the stage asked himself and answered: "Diogenes curled up in a wooden barrel to suffer asceticism, it was his choice, and it has nothing to do with me."

Who is Diogenes.

Yu Zisheng propped his chin up and wanted to search on his phone, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of some bright and erratic eyes in the dark, and always felt that he suddenly sat in a world of a different dimension from his own.

The woman who lived in the ivory tower wrote more than 3000 diaries in ten years, but the lies of Utopia are still broken in her pen.

The letter paper was torn into snowflakes and fell from the tower. The suffering people stooped to pick it up. Each piece was written with prophecies, and each piece was blank.

Mysterious.

But the stage effect is surprisingly beautiful. The singing voice is melodious or silent. When it debuted on the Broadway theater stage last month, it received endless applause from foreigners who could not understand the lines at all.

The curtain fell, the lights came on, and the audience burst into applause.

Yu Zisheng clapped his hands honestly and said, "I don't understand."

I think the song is pretty nice, and Yu Dian's mother who lives on the ivory tower is indeed pretty.

"..." Yu Dian turned her head to look at him quietly, her eyes flickering.

"I didn't understand either," he said.

"..."

Yu Zisheng raised the corners of his lips and rubbed the head of the mysterious kid, and asked him, "Are you going backstage to send flowers to your mother?"

Yu nodded, and looked down at the sunflowers he had held in his arms for two hours. He was very grateful that they were still so strong in the dark, and they still looked full of vigor.

"Jiang Jiang went outside to pick up the flowers Mr. Chen ordered." Yu Dian glanced at the phone information.

"Brother Zisheng, do you want to be with them, or the two of us go backstage first?"

Going backstage means sending flowers, meeting Yu Dian's mom, and possibly dad.

Yu Zisheng involuntarily straightened his back slightly, pretended to think for a few seconds, and immediately said firmly: "Let's go first."

Let Jiang Zhai leave a long-overdue impression in front of his elders, his cousin doesn't mind.

Yu was not clear about his bad intentions, but Yu Zisheng's thoughts coincided with his own, and he was also very happy. He stood up and gave Yu Zisheng two bouquets of flowers.

Carnations were chosen by the man himself when he came.

——Why did you choose the flowers for the teacher?Teacher's Day has passed, and Mr. Chen will not accept it.

--……Fool.

Yu Zisheng bent his index finger and tapped his forehead.

——Jesus ascended to heaven, Mary shed tears, and the fragrance of flowers scattered.Carnations were originally flowers given to mothers.

He knows a lot.

Yu Dian took the pink bouquet and thought foolishly. He didn't know that it was actually seen by the way when he was illiterate after he told the other party that "Ivory Tower" came from the "Bible".

Every time I watch Ding Yuan's performance, Yu Dian always prepares a bouquet of sunflowers in advance - everyone always says he looks like this kind of flower, so he should give himself to his mother!

He only loves the flowers of the sun, but Yu Qiyun has many styles, and he can combine a bunch of completely different collocations every time.

The only thing that is the same is that he will write a sentence for Ding Yuan with Sendauer, an exclusive card of his company: "Aumilieu del'hiver, j'aidécouvertenmoi uninvincibleété." (In the middle of winter, I finally know that I have an invincible summer .)

Xia Tian is her.

Yu Dian used to watch too many goofy TV series before he felt that his father didn't love his mother anymore.

Camus is absurd, but his famous sentence lovers are almost crazy about it.

Wait a minute, the word "Crazy Criticism" was not just a little bit, it was said by the secretary who helped Yu Qiyun order flowers for 20 years.

Please keep it a secret and don't snitch on her boss.

Yu Qiyun shouldn't be in the background at this time - he loves to be late, he only shows up at the door when everyone is about to leave, and takes his wife home justifiably.

The point is also included in "everyone".

But who cares, Yu Dian really wants to introduce Yu Zisheng to Ding Yuan immediately - although no one will know that this is the person he really likes, but if Diandian wants her mother to officially know her sweetheart, it is best to like her too he……

At worst, don't lower your appreciation for Jiang Zhai!

Outside the theater, Jiang Zhai suddenly sneezed when he received a bouquet of flowers that were still as bright as the early morning blossoms from the senior flower delivery envoy that Chen Yiran had reserved.

Chen Yiran took the little girl by the hand and asked politely, "Allergic to hay fever?"

Jiang Di scratched his eyelids and shook his head: "Someone must be scolding me."

It was sad to say, but he had gradually gotten used to it.

There were a lot of people in the backstage as expected, especially on the way to the dressing room of the leading actress, there were reporters and photographers holding long guns and short cannons everywhere.

Yu Dian looked at them with no surprise, and carefully protected the flowers in his arms from being squeezed by the flow of people.

Poor and cute, Yu Zisheng looked at him for a while after walking half a step, took the child's arm, and protected him and Huadu to his side.

A rapid heartbeat is the norm, not unusual, Yu Dian pursed his mouth, blinked his big eyes and walked with him in the corridor covered with sound-absorbing carpets.

All the people around are blurred, and they seem to be walking in the only brightly colored slow motion, which makes Yu feel a little trance, feeling as if they are walking in a child's birthday party, or the noisy part of a young couple's wedding throwing cakes at each other Among them, time is stretched and entangled by the theory of relativity, and finally becomes the unscathed of him and the boy around him at this moment.

They are walking into an unnamed future.

So literary.

The stamina patient of the stage play thinks a little out of time, write it down later and post it on the homepage of his pretentious trumpet, and in minutes, he will get silent likes from dozens of other pretentious fans.

"Let's stop here, everyone," the director and staff stood in the middle of the aisle, smiling gently, "We have already accepted an exclusive interview from a media, and hope to cooperate with you again if there is a chance for the next tour."

We're still on tour.Yu Dian blinked and didn't move, but the sharp-eyed screenwriter saw him at a glance and waved with a smile: "Diandian came to see your mother! Come here, auntie will take you there."

Yu nodded, greeted with a polite smile, took Yu Zisheng's hand by the way, and ran away amidst the flashing lights and the crackling shutter sound behind him.

"Don't be afraid, my dad won't let them send it."

Yu Dian turned his head to the side and whispered to Yu Zisheng that he was very experienced, as if he was comforting a newcomer.

Yu Zisheng smiled in his heart, but he held a bowl of good water on his face, lowered his eyelids slightly, and held his fingers tightly in his palm.

He leaned over to Yu Dian's side, and said to the child, "Well, I'm not afraid."

……oops.

Yu Dian puffed his mouth and looked away, and ran away from him to talk to the screenwriter's aunt.

The meaning of the ivory tower, the meaning of the diary, the meaning of the prophecy... until he began to ask about the meaning of the lights before the opening of the play, the aunt finally laughed unbearably, stood by the door, knocked on the door for him twice, squeezed He narrowed his eyes and said, "Go ask your mother standing under the lamp."

After Ding Yuan's "please come in", the door was pulled open from the inside.

The woman hadn't taken off her long dress and makeup yet, and a reporter and another photographer were sitting opposite the sofa. When Ding Yuan raised her head and smiled at him, the female reporter also turned her head and blinked curiously: " Who is your son?"

"Small." Ding Yuan replied.

I should have greeted the adults politely.

He should have given the sunflower in his hand to Ding Yuan immediately.

She should have pulled Yu Zisheng to her side and told her mother who he belonged to.

But his eyes fell on the boy who just opened the door for them, and when he met his midnight-like eyes, Yu Dian's smile froze on his face very stiffly, and he couldn't say a word.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

Yu Zisheng carefully studied the boy's suddenly pale face, frowned unobtrusively, and called him softly, "Raindrops?"

"At point."

The boy standing by the door said in unison with him, smiling and raising the corners of his lips: "Long time no see, do you still remember me?"

haven't seen you for a long time.

Yu Zisheng raised his head, his eyes met the boy's gaze which was also casually cast on him.

Jiang Zhai is still on the way, he doesn't have a screenwriter aunt to lead the way, so he is really going to be late.

But even if his cousin hadn't arrived, Yu Zisheng probably guessed the identity of this person at this moment.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

According to Yu Dian's previous description, Yu Zisheng originally thought that he would be a gentle and elegant top student, or simply a frail nerd.

But unexpectedly, the boy standing in front of him has hair like ebony, skin as white as snow, lips as red as the unlucky princess who ate a poisoned apple, and his stature is not as tall as his own, but he is definitely outstanding—it seems a little different from his imagination It's close, but it seems completely different.

And the boy didn't hold back the evil look in his eyes, he smiled and stretched out his left hand to Yu Zisheng.

"Hi, I'm Lu Jian."