The joy in my heart is related to you [entertainment circle]

The little uncle wanted to settle the rent bill, but Si Wei interrupted him and said, "The three thousand a month you said is for the new building next door, not here. I asked the agent about it."

"That's more than 2000, right? The lot is here!" The little uncle said unhappily, "You are a stubborn child! You don't listen to the old man..."

"All right, so much nonsense?" The eldest uncle choked him angrily, "You care how much people rent? Don't you understand? I don't want to live with your nephew for fear that your family won't pay! I would rather live with outsiders. Don’t live with your relatives either!”

"That's wrong!" My uncle complained straight away, "Xiaowei, we said at the time that the children don't live in vain, and the rent is paid every month. I didn't make it clear, or you didn't understand..."

Si Wei looked down at the signed receipt and confirmed their signatures, dates and fingerprints.The fingers twitched unconsciously and squeezed hard, making the paper rustle.

After confirming that they are correct, put the two receipts side by side on the edge of the table to dry the ink pads.

He didn't want to turn over these old sesame seeds and rotten millet. His voice was a little hoarse, and he got up and said, "Okay! It's okay, I won't leave you two. It's dark and the road is not easy to walk, so be careful."

The little uncle wanted to say a few more words, but the eldest uncle snorted when he heard the order to evict the guest, grabbed the kraft paper envelope containing the money, stood up and left.

The little uncle stood up and said, "Okay! That's it, let's go first. Next time you save enough, give us a call."

Si Wei responded, and before leaving, the little uncle looked at Zhou Wei twice more, and whispered worriedly: "You are young, how smart you are, don't let anyone sell you, return it to me." People count money."

Si Wei sent them downstairs, and when he came back, Zhou Wei was still watching that old drama.

It has already been played on TV, and the male role he plays has tears in his eyes, standing on the tower to watch his relatives and friends go away, his slender figure seems to be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Si Wei." Zhou Wei turned around and called his name.

Si Wei, who had just walked to the dining table and was about to receive the receipt, turned his head when he heard the sound, and quickly turned his head back when he caught his gaze, looking down to see if the ink pad on the paper was dry.

"what?"

"You can sing Kunqu opera?" Zhou Wei put his arms on the sofa and rested his chin on it, and asked curiously, "Did you learn it now for filming, or did you learn it when you were a child?"

"I learned a little bit when I was young. When filming, the crew also invited professional teachers to guide them."

"No wonder your libretto and body are so well done, it's not like impromptu training."

Si Wei smiled, turned around and looked at him: "What? You also know Kunqu Opera?"

"I can't. My aunt likes to listen to this. I used to travel and listen to it in a local theater with her." He recalled the old things, "By the way, you can also do calligraphy? I saw the other day in the cabinet in the living room. Brushes, inkstones, stacks of rice paper. They are all used.”

Si Wei glanced at the cabinet in the corner and said, "I know a little bit, but I can't write well. The brush and inkstone are left by my grandma. She likes calligraphy, Chinese painting and Kunqu opera, so she taught me a little bit."

"Wow, then your grandma is a talented woman!"

Si Wei's legs were leaning against the edge of the dining table, his eyes were lowered in thought, his whole body was illuminated by the warm orange light on the top of the dining table, like a layer of gauze.

"When my grandma and grandpa were young, they were actors in a theater troupe. They learned a lot for performing, and their favorites were calligraphy and Kunqu Opera."

Zhou Wei asked sincerely: "So, you are a child of a quyi family. I guess your level is higher than what you see right now. Are you humble? You must have learned a lot!"

"No humility!" Si Wei walked to the sofa next to him and sat down. "My grandpa was paralyzed before I was born. My grandma also left the troupe to take care of him. Something happened at home. Grandma has to take care of grandpa. She still has to support me, so why would she have the heart to do this? After I grew up, she taught me a little in her free time."

"So you entered the entertainment circle, filmed, sang, were you influenced by family tradition?"

Thinking of the past, Si Wei felt very emotional, and shook his head: "Not at all, it's forced by life! My grandma actually doesn't like me doing this job. She always said that Dad just got used to being praised on stage, so he got off the stage. I don't know what I'm doing, and I hang out with the bad guys in the theater troupe, which is the scourge. She just hopes that I will learn some skills steadily, and find a unit to work in the future, work from nine to five, and be honest."

This was the first time Zhou Wei heard him mention his father on his own initiative. Looking back at his appearance in the portrait, he must have been a pretty boy when he came on stage after dressing up.

Zhou Wei looked at it for a moment and said: "You and your father are very similar, he must have been good-looking when he was young." Then he looked at his still thin body, "You are too thin, let me see your father's photo... "After realizing that the topic was sensitive, I stopped in time.

Si Wei rubbed the tip of his nose and said: "Yes, he is quite strong, tall and strong, and the children in the whole street walk around him. Especially when he is drunk, adults generally don't dare to provoke him." She raised her head and smiled slightly, "Actually, I should be like my mother, belonging to the thin and small category. My grandma always said that my appearance, the way I talk, and the way I walk, she sees my mother everywhere. shadow."

Zhou Wei looked at his face, imagined it, and said seriously: "I have never seen your mother's appearance. However, you are softer than your father's appearance in the picture."

Si Wei said, "I've never seen what she looks like. My grandma said it looks like her, so it does."

Zhou Wei was confused: "The day I first moved here, you said you dreamed that your mother was crying in the rain..."

"I dreamed that it was my stepmother." Si Wei explained with some embarrassment, "My mother gave birth to me and left. She was unmarried and conceived first, because my grandma's family looked down on my father and disliked him. Nothing will happen, but it's better to gamble and drink, and refuse to agree to their marriage."

Zhou Wei asked pitifully, "You never saw her again?"

Si Wei said sadly: "No. I heard that she gave birth to a child out of wedlock. My grandfather felt ashamed, so he took her to move to the south. As for where to move, they didn't say, and my grandmother didn't ask."

Si Wei thought for a while, and then said: "She didn't even leave a picture. I heard from my grandma that she was beautiful. My dad fell in love with her the first time he saw her, and he has been chasing her hard. She is small. The little one speaks quietly and has dimples on his face."

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, pointed two fingers at the two dimples on the corners of his lips, and leaned over to show off to Zhou Wei: "Look! I have them too!"

When Zhou Wei smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to rub the top of his hair: "Yes, it's very pretty."

After Si Wei laughed, she felt a little lost again, rubbed the corner of her mouth and retreated into the sofa, silent.

Zhou Wei couldn't help but asked again: "What about your stepmother?"

"Remarried." Si Wei shuddered, tried to calm down, and said indifferently, "My father died in a car accident, so she remarried."

"Brother, this is too miserable for you!" Zhou Wei shook his head and said in order to divert his thoughts, "However, apart from being hurt by my aunt and uncle, I am not much better. After my parents divorced My mother came back to visit me occasionally, but she had a lot of boyfriends around her, and she was too busy with me. As for my dad, when I was young, I had a headache when I was on vacation because he always made me go abroad."

"Isn't it good to go abroad? You can also travel along the way." Si Wei really turned his attention to him.

"Alas..." Zhou Wei sighed, "I only have shadows! My dad married an American for the second time, and she couldn't speak Chinese well. I was seven or eight years old at the time, and my English wasn't good either. The two of us didn't have my dad's translator. Can't communicate at all. This is not the most fatal, the key is that before she married my dad, she and her first three husbands had three children of different skin colors, plus me, the four children can make a table of mahjong. "

"..."

"Of course, neither of us can play mahjong, so it's impossible to sit at the same table harmoniously."

Si Wei said, "You have conflicts with those three children? Children can easily quarrel, but reconciliation is also quick."

"Unless we can be harmonious for a while under my father's supervision, the rest of the time will be full of conflicts! The growing environment is different, and the customs are also different! Besides, they were born by a mother. In their eyes, I just want to rob their stepfather." , how could the 'intruder' who wanted to capture their mother be friendly?"

Zhou Wei grumbled and said, "I'm not used to eating Western food. My dad asked the nanny to cook Chinese food for me, and they made a mess of it. Every time I ate, I got angry! Playing games, snatching toys, grabbing territory, dad If Mom takes it out to play, I have to grab it..."

Si Wei imagined himself in such a situation: "I'm in a foreign country, I don't understand the language, and my brothers and sisters are not friendly. It's really not easy for you as a child. How did you deal with it later?"

Zhou Wei scratched the hair on the back of his head and said with a wry smile: "When conflicts accumulated too much, they broke out. The four of us got into a fight! I swollen the eldest daughter's eyes, scratched the eldest son's face, and Stepped on the younger son's finger."

Si Wei frowned: "You were punished?" So it cast a shadow on that family?

"It's inevitable that I will be beaten and put in confinement while hungry. Although I can't understand what my stepmother said, but she looked at me and told me clearly that she hates me very much!"

Si Wei asked with concern: "What about your injury? Are you also injured? Didn't they ask?"

Zhou Wei's hand holding his hair paused, and when he saw Si Wei's questioning eyes, his eyes flickered, as if a stone had been thrown into the heart lake, and the ripples swayed layer upon layer in shock, and the fish at the bottom "swiped" Running in all directions, jumping into the blood vessels of the limbs, bumping around.

He remembered that, except for his aunt and uncle, no one asked him so concernedly if he was also injured.

Even though his biological father was at the scene at the time, he rudely inspected his injuries full of anger and drove him back to the room.

He quickly looked away, and said nonchalantly: "Hey! I... I am the oldest, they are a little younger than me, they are all children, how many injuries can they have?" His eyes darkened, and he was still brooding, " My nose was broken and my fingers were broken. There are still red marks on my neck from being grabbed by the collar..."

The author has something to say: Zhou Wei: A pair of "difficult brothers and sisters", who is more miserable~

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