dear dreamer

The project the instructor said was a large-scale drama show led by the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, and the content was all about the theme of the Anti-Japanese War.Among them, the three dramas that the tutor is in charge of are the new works written by famous screenwriters, or the second creation works adapted from famous works.

"They are all stories about soldiers. I have read the scripts and they are really good. The stage space is limited, but this time I will spend a lot of thought on the stage design and try to restore the scenes at that time. The protagonists of the three scripts in my hand are all Veterans, but except for a few protagonists, most of the participating actors are very young. Some..." The instructor smiled, "Some have never even had the experience of acting on stage."

"Oh." Liu Haojun and Deng Tingge nodded knowingly.

Such items are rare.It has many limitations, but it also means great opportunities.Just like the Spring Festival Gala, every time it comes out, it receives a lot of criticism, the format of the program has not changed much, and the review and restrictions it receives are extremely cumbersome, but such a stage itself has an irreplaceable symbolic meaning.This is especially true for the drama project supported by the Central Propaganda Department: Although Deng Tingge is not familiar with these things, after all, he has been in this circle for a while, and he immediately understood the meaning of the mentor.

"I have seen all these children," said the instructor. "They are actually very good children with good personalities. They are willing to learn and can study hard, but they still don't have the spirit to endure hardship."

He couldn't help talking about when he took Deng Tingge's class before, he trained them hard for a long time on lines, manners, gait, and even how to control the breath when speaking.

"Isn't that one in your class crying several times? Oh, that's delicate." The tutor said with a smile, "But she's developing well now, and she's even become a regular member of that famous drama troupe."

He rambled on about many past events, and finally turned the topic to the current project.

"That's what I worry about. Although these children are good, they still lack the ability to dig out information from the text and perform this information. One is internal and the other is external. Both are indispensable."

After the instructor finished speaking, he looked at Deng Tingge.Liu Haojun poked Deng Tingge's flank: "Speak up."

Deng Tingge finally understood what the tutor meant: "Do you want me to teach them?"

"Yes." The instructor nodded calmly, "I know that you are becoming more and more like an actor now. But it is not enough. Teaching and learning can help each other. This is a good opportunity while you are recovering."

He didn't shy away from Deng Tingge's current inconvenient situation, and frankly analyzed the hard-won and preciousness of this opportunity with him.Deng Tingge listened carefully.

He was very excited.

After Luo Hengqiu came back, Deng Tingge told him about it immediately.

After taking a bite of the soup that Deng Tingge tried to make, Luo Hengqiu threw a few longan into it, expressing his approval.

"I feel fine." He washed his hands, squatted in front of Deng Tingge and held his hand, and said, "I know you're actually quite boring staying at home every day."

"Yeah." Deng Tingge didn't deny it, "but I'm a little... a little... worried."

Luo Hengqiu kissed his hand and encouraged him to continue talking.

To participate in the project, he had to leave the house and go outside.This will be the first time Deng Tingge has left home in a wheelchair since he lost his mobility.

"I'm worried that I will trouble others." Deng Tingge said softly. "The instructor said that the training venue is in the auditorium. There is no passage for wheelchairs to go up and down. There are more than 50 steps, and I can't go up. There is also the stage. I can't be there all the time." The off-stage director always has to go to the stage. Also, how to get there. The school is not close to home, and there is an elevator going up and down, but..."

Luo Hengqiu grabbed his hand again and said, "I'll accompany you."

"Impossible, you have your own job." Deng Tingge hesitated for a long time, and finally expressed his true thoughts, "Brother, you can't accompany me anytime and anywhere in normal life. I have to learn to use this thing to go out , and learn to restore the rhythm and content of life as much as possible. I... I'm just not used to it."

Before the proposition of "going out" became a reality, Deng Tingge thought it was an easy task.But when he really started thinking, he found himself terrified.

He suddenly understood the panic and anxiety of the disabled.

Roads, vehicles, streams of people, and even children running on the road can cause unpredictable damage to him.And he couldn't help thinking, what would he do if he was knocked over; what would he do if he was facing thirty or forty steps and couldn't find a barrier-free passage.

Deng Tingge was not afraid of ridicule.What he was afraid of was the reality that his legs could no longer move, and he lost the ability to take care of himself normally.

Luo Hengqiu pushed him into the living room, sat in front of him, and thought about his words seriously.

He wants to tell Deng Tingge not to worry, the barrier-free measures in this city are already perfect, and he can also see many people traveling in wheelchairs or with blind sticks on the road.He wanted to tell him not to be afraid, he would be with him no matter what.

But when he thought about it again, these comforts were so illusory in the face of Deng Tingge's real fear, and they could not be realized at all.

Luo Hengqiu put it another way.

"Is this good? I will pick you up when you go to school and when you come back. There are many ways to go on stage, just install a detachable barrier-free passage. Don't worry about the auditorium. I remember that there is a side door in your auditorium. Four or five steps, just install a passage over there." Luo Hengqiu recalled very seriously, from entering to exiting, there are still places that Deng Tingge is inconvenient to go up.

Deng Tinge: "... so troublesome?"

Luo Hengqiu: "No trouble."

He looked at Deng Tingge seriously.

"This is something that must be considered when building the auditorium. It's just that the slopes are often canceled for the sake of aesthetics or if it is deemed unnecessary."

Deng Tinge asked curiously: "Why do you observe so carefully? You even remember the side door?"

He was really embarrassed.I have lived in school for four years, but I rarely notice this kind of thing.He hadn't even noticed that the school auditorium didn't have wheelchair access until he became this situation himself.

Luo Hengqiu smiled: "I have a good memory."

He decided not to tell Deng Tingge, not only the school, but also the building of Huatian Media and Zhong Xing's side. He also checked in detail.He felt that Deng Tingge was bored at home, and he might go back to school to find friends and teachers, or go to Huatian Media to find himself, or go to Zhong Xing's studio to harass Zhong Xing.He walked past the place he thought Deng Tingge might want to go, and put himself in the shoes of a person in a wheelchair, what inconvenience would he have.

This kind of experience was also the first time for Luo Hengqiu.

A few days ago, he was sitting in front of the auditorium, in the shade of a tree, thinking seriously and heavily about Deng Tingge.

He wants him to be happy, healthy, and safe.If these are not available, he at least hopes that Deng Tingge can live a comfortable and dignified life without having to rely on others for help all the time.

But Luo Hengqiu would not say these words.

"If you feel any inconvenience, or if you can't do it yourself, ask the people around you for help." Luo Hengqiu said, "When you go out, you often have to rely on the kindness of strangers."

Deng Tingge thought to himself that you were not like this before, wishing that I would not seek anyone or beg, and rely on you for everything.

But he didn't say anything.

Luo Hengqiu quickly got in touch with his mentor.

To his surprise, the mentor had already thought of what he was thinking.

"It's installed, it's all installed." The instructor said on the other end of the phone, "Isn't this a natural thing? Hey, I still need you to call me and tell me. Since I invited Xiao Deng to participate in this project, of course Will think of everything."

Now Luo Hengqiu felt embarrassed.

The instructor talked a lot with him.After hanging up the phone, Luo Hengqiu looked a little strange.

"I thought your mentor didn't like me very much that day." He said, "But he called me Xiao Luo when he just hung up the phone."

Deng Tingge raised his head from the information, with Luo Hengqiu's glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Really? Because I thought you called to talk about this on purpose, so I changed my mind about you."

Luo Hengqiu: "It makes sense. Put down your glasses, this prescription is not suitable for you."

Deng Tingge: "Does it look good on me? I think you look handsome when you usually wear it."

Luo Hengqiu blushed slightly.

He felt that the matter Deng Tingge arranged for him was very good, very good.He hadn't seen such a happy expression on Deng Tingge's face for a long time.

After getting acquainted with the project and reading the script, Deng Tingge followed his mentor to visit several veterans who were still alive.

Many of them were also in wheelchairs.Most of the old people were surprised when they saw Deng Tingge, but felt that he was just as pitiful as he was in a two-wheeled car at a young age, and his words were quite amiable.

One of the three scripts is an original work. When visiting the veterans of the Anti-Japanese Company mentioned in this work, the screenwriter also went with him.Deng Tingge was very, very impressed with this script because he didn't understand a passage in it.

That episode takes place behind the battlefield.The surviving soldiers hid in the trenches, surrounded by smoke and the sound of gunshots, but they were much sparser.Clusters of flames were burning on the dry and blackened plain. The lonely soldier held his gun with no bullets, cried silently, and beat himself hard in the abdomen.

He asked the screenwriter what that action meant, and the screenwriter said that you can just ask the old man.

Recalling the situation at that time, the old man tried his best to keep calm, but his hands still trembled slightly.

"It's all burning. The guns and cannons are terrible, and there's a bang, and everyone is gone." The old man's speech was unclear, and Deng Tingge could hardly hear, "The smell of burning is everywhere, bitter and... smelly .I haven’t eaten for three days, just gnawing on grass.”

The old man talked for a long time, and Deng Tingge finally seized the opportunity to ask the question.

The old man in front of him suddenly stopped talking.He stared at Deng Tingge with narrowed cloudy eyes, his wrinkled mouth trembled, and he hesitated to speak.

Deng Tingge didn't dare to interrupt, and was made nervous by his appearance, anxiously waiting for his answer.

"Hate it. Hate myself, hate my stomach. Those are the smells of my comrades' meat..." The old man laughed strangely, with some moisture from the corners of his eyes, "I'm so hungry."