It's about to collapse

The master said that when he picked me up by the garbage dump, I was so hungry that I gnawed half of the wooden carving hanging around my neck.

He had just been diagnosed with throat cancer at that time. For an actor who made a living by singing, it was almost equivalent to finishing his life early.

He came out of the hospital, walked aimlessly and preoccupied through the streets, and ran into me.

He knelt down and asked me, "Son, do you want to come with me?"

At that time, I was only about one year old, and I could only utter a few syllables in pieces, but I yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The master said, my voice is very loud and clear, and I am a good material for singing opera.

My childhood was spent in the theater garden.

All I can see is that small square corner of the land, and a few pots of orchids are the whole scenery in my eyes.

The master is a man who can only sing opera, but knows nothing about business, and the garden is dilapidated.A few gifted students couldn't bear to squeeze each other on the big wooden board every night and hurt each other, so they moved to gardens with better conditions.

Only some children who fish in troubled waters are left to live absurdly, adding a little popularity to this barren little land.

The master was arrogant in his early years, so he confiscated half of his apprentices. According to him, it depends on fate.

I am the only fate in his life.

The master only had me as an apprentice, and she was a female apprentice, so he gave me a room alone.

It was a thatched cottage, and the hot summer sun made the house so hot that one could despair of life.

At that time, I ran to the stage and took a comfortable nap under the heavy veil.

Every corner of the table, there are a few small bumps on the floor, I know it clearly.

It is true that I am born to be useful.

Everyone said that Xinlan was born to be an opera singer, and I also felt that Fangtai Shuixiu was born for me.

I am not like other children, I still have a home to return to, and the garden is my home.

Yuanzi is my home, and the master is my father in my heart.

But the master doesn't let me call him dad, even though he loves me like his own daughter.

The master has neither daughter nor son.

I once had a conflict with another little girl on the street, and she turned around and hugged her father and cried.

Her father bought her a glutinous rice dumpling, which actually contained half a fresh strawberry in the cold weather.

I ran back thumping and yelling "Dad" with my mouth open.

I also want strawberries, but the master made a straight face before I could say anything.

Every time I miss my homework because of my playfulness, or my throat hurts from eating, the master will be as stern as he is now.

He was not tall and thin, but he was scary.

I obediently stretched out my palm and hit the vine twice, promising not to scream again in the future, but I felt extremely wronged.

Later, when I was practicing around the stage, I accidentally stepped on the air and fell off the stage headfirst, almost breaking my head.

The master caught me, but he hurt his waist, and he couldn't hold his horse steady anymore.

But he acted as if nothing happened, he smiled and touched my head, and said, "I'm going to be scared to death by you."

At that time, I knew that the master didn't like me, but he liked me so much that he was afraid that he would miss me.

I had just turned twelve the first time I went on stage and performed to a crowd.

That time the house was full of applause, saying that Yuanzi was about to become famous.

The master hesitated to speak, and said after a long time: "Lan Lan, you must always remember that spectators are ruthless."

I didn't take it seriously, until I stumbled on a man who often came to cheer me up, and I didn't realize the solemnity in the master's eyes when he told me.

Fortunately, I was only sixteen at the time, and although I was handsome, my body was still too weak, so I wasn't taken advantage of.

But the heart gradually became silent.

There are many people like me, but I am an actor.

I told myself that actors are ruthless, and actors cannot be affectionate.

I came out of the garden, and I gradually became famous.When you go to the surrounding towns to visit places, there are people vying to buy the front row tickets.

At the age of 17 and a half, I was respectfully invited to the Grand Theater, and was picked away after the performance.

I didn't want to leave at first, but the master waved his hand with a look of no regrets, so I left without looking back.

In fact, when I turned around, I knew that he was wiping away his tears behind my back and pulling his few remaining hair.

I told the master who wanted to train me that I would only be a student and not another master.

He was angry for two days and agreed.

Another year later, the master wrote me a letter, but I couldn't find it.I was running around like a headless chicken in the barren garden and hated him to death.

I know that I don't have a master anymore, he left me alone and went far away.

I followed the master on stage for two years, and he sent me to university as a transfer student.

He said: "Xinlan, your foundation is very solid, but your knowledge is weak. In addition to further studies this time, I also hope that you will take the initiative to understand the lives of other peers."

I don't like socializing with peers, this is a habit I developed in Huangyuan.Those kids are thinking too much, and they look at me too bluntly, which is disgusting.

This new environment surprised me. All the students were thinking about how to stand out from the crowd and stand out from the crowd. Although there was some unhealthy competition, at least they all worked hard.

I was very satisfied, so I observed the best one in the class.

Then I found out that what the master said was wrong.

He doesn't like to talk, walks alone, and is alone.The so-called ordinary peers seem to be no different from me.

Later I realized that the samples I had chosen were wrong.But at that time, I only saw the best, and it seemed a bit problematic not to pay attention to the best.

I secretly followed him, eating, practicing, and observing him gradually became a part of my life.Then I discovered that he has an inexplicable habit.

Every day before dinner, he would sit on the flower bed at the school gate, and sit there for an hour or two until the night spread.

The girls next to him looked adoring and loving, saying that he was looking for inspiration.

I don't think so, when inspiration comes, it won't be that kind of anticipation.

I found a place in the library facing the school gate, staring at the window in a daze.Follow his line of sight to find another boy.

That was the beginning of my splendid life.

I don't know his name, even his appearance is very vague, but the thin outline made me unable to calm down for a long time.

I'm not like that freak in the class, I don't know what it means to stand still.I only know that what attracts me is a good thing, even if I can't touch it, I should get closer and take a closer look.

It is useful to squat in the restaurant every meal, the young master is very timid, but his eyes are full of kindness.I pretended to be devastated, and finally let him lend a helping hand.

Although I had the meal card given to me by the master in my pocket, I still took the banknotes handed over by the young master.

The tactic of borrowing books is useless, and it is also good to borrow some money.

Gratitude and liking can be self-righteously confused with debts and repayments.

I deliberately called him benefactor and asked him if he would come tomorrow?I want to pay him back.

He said, come.After a pause, he answered, "My name is Mu Jin."

I smiled, stared at him and said seriously: "Hi, I'm Wen Xinlan."

I would have dinner with the young master every evening, and he gradually became more talkative, looking quite innocent and brilliant.

Only then did I know where those melancholy illusions came from.

Having a family is not necessarily happiness, I think.

But it's better than being happy without parents, I think.

If you don't understand, just listen quietly and try to understand.

When I went back to the master during the holidays, he watched me poking my rice bowl for a while, and said, "Xinlan has something on her mind."

I said yes.

He asked me what I was thinking, and I said that I felt very pitiful for a child, felt sorry for him, and felt a little sympathetic.

The master shook his head almost invisibly, and said, "Compassion is the most terrible emotion."

I didn't understand it at the time, and only later did I gradually understand what it was like.

First there is sympathy, then there is love.

Where there is love, there is jealousy.

I couldn't figure out why I was the one who accompanied him every day, why I couldn't compare to a freak who looked at him from afar.

There is a tacit understanding between them that does not require words, something that I cannot touch.

The young master braved the rain to deliver an umbrella to that freak, and when he came back, his face was red, and he said to me, "Sister Xinlan, he is so pretty."

I wiped the rain off his head with a handkerchief, hating that freak.

The young master's grandfather passed away, and he cried silently while holding the phone, which made people extremely worried.

I was about to put down my chopsticks and plan to go out, but when I saw the figure running across the road, I sat back down again.

After a long time, the young master grabbed a tissue and entered the house, but the tears were still on his face and he didn't wipe it off.

I watched him preciously put the pack of tissues into his breast pocket, and heard my heart break.

I finally understood what the master said, he said, fate is destined.

I have no fate with the young master, his fate is given to another person.

I hate that man, even though he never said anything to the young master, I still hate him.

That freak was excellent, and was poached by Fusu before he graduated.

His life and whereabouts were gradually shifting. I saw the young master standing for a long time facing the empty flower bed, his back was all gloomy.

I felt a little faintly pleased: "He probably won't come again."

But he came, two days later.They were only one step away, still looking at each other two by two.I don't know what they exchanged, but I could clearly see that no one opened their mouths.

That day, the young master ate three bowls of rice for the first time, and then said softly: "Sister Xinlan, I have to go."

They left.When he came back the next day, there was already an insurmountable contract on his finger, plain and dazzling.

They are always like that, they can understand each other's mind without saying a word.

Makes people mad with envy.

The young master is practicing with all his might, and I have some experience, so I'm almost guiding upside down.

I told the master that I want to enter the circle.

He was very surprised, and asked me: "Didn't you say that you can't understand the style in the circle?"

I replied, "I will stand firm."

I groped in the circle with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Fortunately, there were many noble people on the road, and they barely let me climb to the top cleanly, without a trace of mud under my feet.

I stepped into this cannibalistic circle one after the other with that freak, waiting for the same person.

He wanted to pave the way for the pampered young master, but he never expected that the other party would be so powerful.

The master is really right, some people are born to be the center of attention.

That's a talent.

I have been grateful to many people in my life, but only loved one person.

But I Wen Xinlan, I also hate two people in this life.

One is my master. He raised me, but he didn't let me die for him. He ran far away and died in a strange land.I hate him.

The other is that freak, who not only took away the person I love, but also took good care of him, so that I wouldn't have any resentment, and couldn't get into a half-breakup.

Hibiscus and Xinyi, even the names are like a pair.

I cannot enter their world.

I can only work hard so that there will always be me around them.