Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

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In the afternoon, Brother Hu took his twin brothers to tidy up his little ancestor Jiangzicheng's odds and ends.

After they left, Jiang Zicheng wrapped himself in a blanket and built a nest on the sofa like an old hen sitting on a nest.He held the flat mooncake box in his arms, Xie Dabai jumped on his shoulder, flicked his tail, and seemed curious about the contents of the box.

When the box was opened last time, Ruici's Ginkgo Avenue was golden.But now ushered in a new spring, the ginkgo tree has re-initiated buds.

That time, Jiang Zicheng accidentally dropped a piece of the box flat, which happened to deform the place where the lid and the box body were connected.He hugged the box and broke it open with bare hands for a long time but couldn't open it. He was very distressed because he didn't have any tools at hand to pry it open.

Xie Dabai tilted his head to see that he had been busy for a long time, and suddenly jumped off his shoulders, hugged the box with his two front paws, bared his sharp and hard white teeth, and licked it three times, only to hear There was a crisp "click" sound, and it actually opened a gap in the box!

Jiang Zicheng excitedly hugged Dabai and kissed him twice. Little Bai Diao shyly twisted his body and climbed back onto his shoulder.

Jiang Zicheng pushed hard along the small gap, and finally opened the box.

It's a pity that the old tin box lid couldn't bear such repeated tearing. When it was opened, the box lid also split in two from the middle.Jiang Zicheng yelled "Oops" in distress, as if something had floated into the air along with the cracked lid.

The contents of the box are still the same as last time.

A few beautiful stones, a few superman stickers that little boys like, and twelve letters lying quietly on them.

Four letters came from his childhood pen pal, brother Wang Wang, and the remaining eight letters were sent by eight-year-old Jiang Zicheng and returned because "there was no such person".

Last time, Jiang Zicheng unsealed four of them, and the other four are still dusty in time, waiting for him to regain the memory of the year.

Jiang Zicheng touched the corners that had become frizzy with emotion, carefully tore open a small opening, and gently awakened the childish memories lying in the envelope.

The fifth letter, written in the middle of snowy winter.

[Brother Wang Wang:

It's snowing in Beijing!Did you get down there?

You said that when it snows, the baby wheat will sleep under the quilt made of snow, I really want to see it.

Yesterday we took a composition class, and the teacher asked us to write a letter to a friend far away, with 150 words.

I wrote a letter to you and got 100 points!The teacher also posted my composition on the wall for all the students to see. I was happy and a little embarrassed.

They asked me who my brother Wang Wang was, and whether there was a brother Meow Meow.I said no, because Brother Wang Wang is unique!

I saved the composition paper, do you really want to see it?

But I want to "punish" you, because you haven't replied to me for countless long time, so I don't want to show you the composition!

I am very angry and miss your little brother Chengcheng】

Jiang Zicheng laughed out loud looking at the sentence "countless for a long time", and wondered what the letter he wrote on the Chinese test paper looked like?If it is as nasty as these letters, it would be a shame to display them publicly.

Then came the sixth letter.

[Brother Wang Wang:

Happy New Year!

A big event happened this New Year. Lili, who lives in the next building, was beaten by Xiao Ming's brother!

The strength is so high, it is 1.6 meters!He deliberately smashed Xiao Ming's head with a snowball and didn't apologize. Xiao Ming's elder brother found out and avenged his younger brother!

It's great to have an older brother, because the older brother can protect the younger brother!I'm so envious!

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I hope you receive this letter and don't send it back.

I also want my brother's younger brother Chengcheng]

The second-to-last line of the letter has been smeared out with white "redaction tape".Correction tape is a commonly used correction tool for primary school students. It is a white sticky tape. When a typo is written, it can be covered on the wrong word, and then new content can be written on it.

But the eight-year-old Xiao Jiangzicheng only erased the handwriting and did not write new sentences.

Jiang Zicheng was very curious. This entire line is enough to write dozens of characters. What did he write 16 years ago that he didn't want to let brother Wang Wang see?

So...Jiang Zicheng, a filthy adult, started scratching the correction tape with his fingernails!

Fortunately, such things as alteration tape are very fragile. After more than ten years of weathering, they will be broken at the touch of a touch. In less than half a minute, the whole white tape peeled off, revealing the hidden underside. A paragraph of text——

——[Brother Wang Wang, I have actually been hit by Li Li with a snowball several times.Xiao Ming has a brother, and I have you, but I can't find you. 】

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

To be honest, Jiang Zicheng has completely forgotten about this matter.

He doesn't remember being bullied by other boys when he was eight years old, he doesn't remember the pain from being hit by a snowball, he doesn't remember the envy when he saw someone else's brother, and he doesn't remember the mood when he wrote this letter.

But at the age of eight, he must be very wronged.

Between the lines in this letter, there is a hint of missing Brother Wang Wang.But before the sensible little boy sent the letter, he chose to obliterate this sentence, not wanting to worry Brother Wangwang.

Jiang Zicheng suddenly wanted to travel back to the past and hug his former self.

The little white sable on the shoulder seemed to sense his depression. It stuck out its little red tongue and licked his face, as if to comfort him.

Jiang Zicheng turned his head and kissed its little head, calmed down, and opened the seventh returned letter.

【Dear Wangwang brother:

look!I got your name right this time!

Do you know why, because of this winter vacation, my mother taught me to recite another word!

My mother told me since I was a child that my name comes from the name of Cipai "Jiangchengzi". You are so smart, you must know what Cipai is?I am much better than other students. They can't even memorize the seven-character quatrains in the Chinese textbooks. I can already recite many, many first words!

I can recite "Su Mu Zhe", "Fixing the Storm", "Partridge Sky", "Lang Tao Sha"...

Today, my mother taught me a song "Jiangchengzi", which was written by Su Shi!

Only after I recited this poem did I realize that your name comes from this poem!

Is this what adults call "the circle"?

You and I are really "friends"!

When we meet again next time, I will definitely recite this poem to you.

In fact, the first word I learned was Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi".But it's not this one, it's another one.

My mother said that the poem was written by Su Shi to his deceased wife.

My lord is really amazing, I am not even ten years old this year, but Su Shi has been thinking about his wife for ten years, ten years is a long time.

And for so many years, he hasn't forgotten what she looks like, but I can't even remember what you look like.

(cross out) Jiang Chengzi (cross out)

Jiangzi City]

Jiang Zicheng read the letter three times.

When he read it for the first time, he half-lyed on the sofa and flipped through the letters casually.

When he read it for the second time, he sat up straight and stared at every word.

When he watched it for the last time, his pupils seemed to have experienced an earthquake, and he needed all his strength to stop the trembling of his fingertips.

Everyone knows that the literary giant Su Shi left two "Jiangchengzi" that will last forever.A poem written to his deceased wife, "Ten years of life and death, never forgetting, never forgetting" expresses the true meaning of love.And another song--

And the other song is the unrestrained and unrestrained "Hunting in Mizhou"! ! !

Jiang Zicheng is very familiar with this poem. He likes the heroic spirit of "an old man chatting with a teenager crazy" in the article. Almost every word and every sentence of it is engraved in Jiang Zicheng's blood.

In the whole poem, only the last sentence has a word "Wang" embedded in it!

——Can pull the eagle bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot Sirius.

The boy with "Look Northwest, Shoot Sirius" in his name.

The man named "Xie Beiwang".

Could this be a coincidence?

I still remember that summer night, when I just moved from a small company to Jiangzi City of Ruici, I sneaked out of the banquet and ran into the high-ranking company president.

The man said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Xie Beiwang."

"I grew up in the country," said the man.

The man said, "Chengcheng, that wasn't our first meeting."

In the past few days, Jiang Zicheng has been racking his brains to remember when he and Xie Beiwang met.He subconsciously believed that their first encounter must have something to do with the entertainment industry, so he sorted out his experience in the past few years since he entered the entertainment industry several times, but he still failed to find anything.

...he should have thought of it earlier.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Why did Tianxin Film and Television, a small studio on the verge of bankruptcy, suddenly be favored by the big crocodile, Ruici Entertainment, and buy it with favorable terms?Obviously he is an ordinary little entertainer that can be seen everywhere, but the man at the top of the entertainment industry puts down his figure and actively pursues him?And that picturesque ginkgo avenue was not planted just to frighten the old officials...

Everything has an answer.

——The person he was closest to once appeared in his life in a more intimate way.

Until today, Jiangzicheng can finally connect these scattered pearls with silk threads.

They are shining in the dusty years, even if they have been dusty, they still have no loss of their preciousness.

A burst of heat welled up in his eyes, Jiang Zicheng's nose was sour, and he tried his best to hold back his tears.He couldn't cry. At the age of eight, he didn't cry because he lost brother Wang Wang. How could he cry at the age of 25 because he found Xie Beiwang?

The little white marten was keenly aware of his emotional fluctuations. It coiled up in a circle, resting its head on his heart, listening to his increasingly out-of-control heartbeat.

Jiang Zicheng sniffed hard, stabilized his trembling hands, and finally picked up the last letter——

The envelope was torn open, but what fell out was not letter paper, but a hard colored photo.

Old-fashioned color photos will always fade after the baptism of time; but because this photo is sealed and preserved, the color is still bright as before, and time has not flowed through it.

On the back of the photo, a few lines were written with a ballpoint pen.

The child held the pen very hard, and the words passed through the back of the photo, leaving deep marks.

[Wangwang brother:

Dad said, after the Spring Festival, we will move.

I can finally have my own room, and I don't have to do my homework at the dining table.

I'm very happy, but when I think that you won't be able to find me after moving, I'm not so happy anymore.

You must receive this photo before we move.

That way, you'll never forget what I look like.

Brother Chengcheng]

Jiang Zicheng slowly flipped through the photos.

In the photo, eight-year-old Jiang Zicheng is carrying a big schoolbag, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a red scarf neatly tied under the collar of his school uniform.

A head of short hair hung softly on his forehead, and the boy made a "yeah" gesture to the camera, revealing two rows of bright white teeth.

And beside the boy, there was another "person"——the boy drew a stick figure beside him with an indelible ballpoint pen.The stickman was tall and strong. One thin noodle arm of the stickman rested on the boy's head, and the other noodle arm was forked at the top, which also gave a "yeah".

Jiang Zicheng has no artistic talent since he was a child, and the stick figures he drew are ugly.

The stickman looks neither like the field boy who accompanied him to wait for the UFO, nor the domineering president who gave him love now.

But in the heart of the eight-year-old brother Chengcheng, the stick figure next to him is his most important brother Wangwang.

The boy he thought he would never forget in his lifetime, but was forgotten by him for the rest of his life.

Jiang Zicheng held the photo and looked at it stupidly. It was not until countless water droplets fell on the photo that he realized that he had been crying for a long time.

Xie Beiwang didn't know that Jiang Zicheng had written so many letters to him, each letter was sent out in the boy's anticipation, and was returned with a red stamp of "no such person found".And Jiang Zicheng didn't know that Xie Beiwang never forgot to look for him, even though the crowd was vast, they finally met.

……

Xie Beiwang finished his day's work, and when he walked into the house, what greeted him was not the smiling face of his lover, but two bulbous eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

Jiang Zicheng cried all afternoon, he hadn't cried like this for a long time except for acting in a crying scene.

Not wailing, not hysteria.He cried sadly and happily, feeling stupid, but rejoicing that such a stupid self could be so lucky.

Tears couldn't stop flowing, he repeated those letters, the muscles on his face hurt from laughing, but he couldn't control the joy in his heart.

Xie Beiwang was frightened by his red eyes, thinking that something happened to him, he hastily dropped the briefcase in his hand, walked quickly to the sofa, and leaned over to look at him.

But before Xie Beiwang could speak, Jiang Zicheng had already opened his arms and rushed forward—"Brother Wang Wang!" He blurted out.

Xie Beiwang: "..."

The man's expression twisted for a moment: "What did you call me?"

Jiang Zicheng hadn't recovered from the joy of "reunion after a long time", so he made a slip of the tongue and brought out the shameful names of the two more than ten years ago.

Until he saw Xie Beiwang's expression that was definitely not "happy", he suddenly remembered that Xie Beiwang had written in his reply that he didn't like Xiaojiangzicheng calling him Brother Wangwang because it sounded like he was calling a dog.

How could the majestic Mr. Xie be a dog? !

Insulting, totally insulting!

Jiang Zicheng fell into Xie Beiwang's arms, his whole body stiffened.

Xie Beiwang looked down at Jiang Zicheng's dodging eyes, and asked again: "...What did you call me just now?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." Jiang Zicheng, who had a strong desire to survive, squeezed out a flattering smile, clenched his hands into fists, and raised them to his head.Accompanied by the cute movements, he staggered and sang: "I, let's learn how to bark like a dog, and bark together?"