dear dreamer

Under Chang Huan's arrangement, Deng Tingge went to the premiere of Zhong Xing's movie without crutches and walked with only one crutch.

The supporting role played by Hu Mu surprised Deng Tingge a little.In his impression, Hu Mu is an actor more suitable for acting in idol dramas. He doesn't need too many emotional ups and downs and subtle expressions. His face is enough to attract the attention of others.But he also remembered that Zhong Xing had said that he arranged for Hu Mu to take some acting courses again. He said that this actor was still good, and he was very accurate in guessing the mentality of the little people.

Perhaps because of empathy, the Humu on the screen looks very different from before.When the young man he played squatted on the bridge pier at night while smoking and crying, the torn clothes, bruised face and scars on his hands made him look very poor and pitiful, but the tears on his face and The unwillingness in the eyes, and the vicious expression when biting the cigarette, made this character three-dimensional in a few close-up shots.

Hu Mu sat on the stage, looking a little stiff.He explained that this was because it was the first time he had seen the finished film. "My face is so big," he said.

The young man who has been suppressed by reality and the plot in the film finally runs at the end of the film.He ran towards a bus, the girl he liked was printed on a huge advertisement on the bus.There was low laughter in the theater.Such a running passage should be more aesthetic or romantic, but Zhong Xing handled it very weirdly.The scene of the young man running wildly after a bus that was emitting black exhaust fumes is like an embarrassing black humor.

The young man stopped at last.He stood under the fierce midday sun, on the steaming bridge deck, and watched the girl with a stiff smile gradually go away, wrapped in black exhaust.

Deng Tinge was shocked by Hu Mu's expression.

Dazed, lost, ridiculed.The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually dimmed.Sweat dripped from his hairline and almost slipped into his eyes.He wiped it with his hand, turned around and walked back slowly.

Deng Tingge thought that according to Zhong Xing's pissing nature in making romantic literary films in the past, there should be a shot of the back here.But Zhong Xing did not.After the young man turned around, the screen was tightly congested with people and vehicles, and the figure going upstream immediately disappeared into Yunyun.

The style of this film is completely different from Zhong Xing's in the past, and the media and film critics at the scene are very cautious.But they all said that this movie is very special, very interesting, very different, and it is an improvement.

It's just that no one dared to say "yes".

Deng Tingge knew that Zhong Xing didn't care too much about it.The struggle and love of three young people are interspersed in this movie. All three of them suffered setbacks without exception, and the cruel screenwriter did not give them a sufficiently exciting ending in the end.Deng Tingge thought to himself, how could anyone like to watch this kind of film in the cinema?Most people spend money on tickets, time, drinks and popcorn, and want to spend more than an hour comfortably.

But he himself liked the movie very much.If it was placed before, he might not have such a strong sense of identity.

After the interview with the crew, Deng Tingge was briefly surrounded by reporters.

"Do you have a comeback plan?"

"Do you know Chen Jinghe? He is called 'Little Deng Tingge', you think he will threaten you..."

"Can you share the current recovery situation with the audience who care about you?"

"The remake of "Da Tang Jun Hua", which was rebroadcast on online platforms last month, set a record for ratings. What do you want to say..."

"I heard that you recently returned to the drama stage? When can we see your work..."

"Have you stopped filming? Is it related to your physical health?"

There were too many and complicated questions, so he picked some answers and tried to explain his current willingness to work and his physical condition.Deng Tingge remembered that he still said a lot at that time, but on the second, third, and even fourth day, Zhong Xing angrily held up a pile of newspapers and publications and complained loudly.

"So small!!!" Zhong Xing was furious, "You only have so little news!"

Chang Huan took a sip of water and said flatly, "That's because the PR company the producer found is unreliable."

Zhong Xing, one of the members of the production team, stopped talking.

He sat down and looked at Deng Tingge seriously: "There will be other reports."

Deng Tinge picked up the crumpled newspaper and glanced at it.Three days have passed, and there are still very few reports related to him. Even if there are, it is only a very small piece, and there are no accompanying pictures.

In contrast, he remembered that a post he saw on the Internet last night was even more popular.The post was posted by a passer-by, and it was accompanied by a lot of photos, all of which were scenes of him being with Luo Hengqiu when he was hospitalized in Yunnan.Some photos are very clear, and even his parents are inside.Deng Tingge and Luo Hengqiu discussed with great interest for a while, and felt that the photographers were not doctors and nurses, but patients.The two also made an in-depth analysis of the host's photography technique and composition.

The building is so high that it became a hot post on the top of the parallel import forum for a while.The words in the post are different from the previous criticisms of Deng Tingge's self-indulgence and Luo Hengqiu's murder with money. Many people used emotional words such as "a friend in adversity sees the truth".

"Fun." Luo Hengqiu concluded.

Deng Tingge put down the newspaper, and relished the tea that Zhong Xing had kept.

Zhong Xing didn't even know what to say: "Aren't you angry?"

"Ah?" Deng Tingge took off a leaf from his lips, "I'm not angry. I wasn't angry before, and I'm even less angry now."

This time Chang Huan turned his head angrily: "I'm angry! Why didn't you discuss it with me before you made a decision! You haven't worked for a while, do you know how much money I lost! Don't try to escape, just keep coming back and filming , I’ll just pick up literary dramas for you, the kind where you don’t have to move your lines when you read [-] words in one go!”

"Sister Huan." Deng Tingge said with a smile, "Don't lie to me, didn't Zhong Xing recruit Hu Mu? I heard from him that you are his manager, and now his popularity has started to recover. You can't even count the money." Are you here?"

Chang Huan coughed lightly, and gracefully continued to drink her warm boiled water.

On this day, Luo Hengqiu sent Deng Tingge to the hospital for reexamination as usual.

During the inspection, Deng Tingge answered the phone.The doctor knocked back and forth with a small hammer, saying that there was nothing wrong with it. After knocking for a long time, he raised his head and asked him, "Can you get a normal erection?"

Deng Tingge thought that luckily he hung up the phone, then nodded calmly: "It's ok."

In the consultation room where Luo Hengqiu accompanied him, he stood beside him smiling so hard that his face twisted into a ball, he quickly pretended to cough, and raised his hand to cover the lower part of his face.

Deng Tingge felt that he must have read it right, and his brother blushed a little.

When the two went downstairs, he pretended to remember it casually and said, "My dad made the call just now. He asked me to go home for dinner."

"Okay." Luo Hengqiu walked beside him, and took out his mobile phone to check the time, "It's just right, I'll take you there now."

He took a few steps forward to block the flow of people coming in from the door for Deng Tingge.

Then Luo Hengqiu heard Deng Tingge say with an undisguised smile behind him: "He asked me to go back with you."

Luo Hengqiu turned his head abruptly.

He turned his head around and walked out according to the inertia of his body, almost bumping into an aunt.

Seeing his shocked expression, Deng Tinge simply dragged him outside.Luo Hengqiu was suddenly dazzled by the strong sunlight: "What, what?"

"Let's go back together, my dad said." He deliberately imitated Deng Xiao's tone of speech, "Well, that's your mother, her hands are shaking, and she cooked too much. You call that Xiao Luo, come and eat together."

After he finished speaking, he started laughing, and Luo Hengqiu laughed too.

The two laughed for a while, and realized that it was inappropriate to laugh at the hospital gate, so they hurriedly walked towards the parking lot side by side.

"I'll buy something to take." Luo Hengqiu said, and soon began to hesitate again, "What should I buy? Melatonin? Or Chinese supplements? Abalone? Bird's nest? Or... what does your dad like?"

"Only for my dad?" Deng Tingge said, "You're partial enough, my mom doesn't want it anymore?"

"...I didn't say no." Luo Hengqiu was nervous and flustered, the key was flipping over and over in his hand, rattling, "Buy everything. Then, what does Auntie like?"

"My mother likes you." Deng Tinge said, and began to imitate his mother's tone again, "I don't want my son anymore. Every time I go back to eat, I have to ask me eighteen times if Xiao Luo is coming. Why doesn't Xiao Luo come again? Are you It’s not about bullying Ronaldinho, son, you have to have a conscience.”

Luo Hengqiu couldn't help but started laughing again, and squeezed Deng Tingge's hand while laughing.

The time when I went to Deng Tingge's house for dinner was the most difficult meal that Luo Hengqiu experienced in his twenties.

Four people sat together around a round table.Originally, Pang Qiaoyun was on his left, and Deng Tingge was on his right. The two people who reassured him were beside him, so it should be very relaxed-the problem is that he is facing Deng Xiao.

Deng Xiao didn't smile much, his face was surprisingly normal.

Luo Hengqiu didn't dare to speak too much, fearing that Deng Xiao would be unhappy if he talked too much.Pang Qiaoyun really liked him, and kept feeding him food, even ignoring her own son.Deng Tinge said Mom, you only want him not to want me.Pang Qiaoyun said yes, who made you make such a fuss.After speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Luo Hengqiu: "It's hard for you to take care of him for so long."

Deng Xiao didn't say anything.When it was almost the end of the meal, Luo Hengqiu saw a hand reaching out to take away the bowl he had eaten.Deng Tingge was still chopping rice, and Pang Qiaoyun had just put down his chopsticks.All three looked up at Deng Xiao who was ladling soup calmly.

Deng Xiao pushed the soup bowl back to Luo Hengqiu: "Don't waste it, finish it."

Luo Hengqiu's eyes felt hot, and he quickly picked up the bowl of soup and drank it in big gulps, only remembering to say thank you after drinking it.

Deng Xiao looked at him and nodded: "En."

Luo Hengqiu suddenly remembered that Deng Xiao had actually had a private conversation with him.

At that time, Deng Tingge and the theater troupe went to dinner, he went home first, and saw Deng Xiao sitting under the street lamp in the flower garden downstairs.Deng Xiao didn't have the keys to Luo Hengqiu's house, so he brought some things to see his son on a temporary basis, and he forgot his mobile phone, so he had to sit downstairs and wait for someone.

Hearing that Deng Tingge was not there, Deng Xiao didn't want to go up.He gave Luo Hengqiu the bag containing dry goods, but didn't leave right away.The two sat very distantly on the bench and chatted very distantly.

Deng Xiao asked Luo Hengqiu if he was tired, what the company was doing, and what plans he had for his career in the future.Luo Hengqiu answered everything politely.He couldn't tell whether Deng Xiao was satisfied or not, but there was no smile on Deng Xiao's face, nor even any fluctuations.

The light from the street lights fell through the branches, and people who took a walk after dinner walked on the road in the community in twos and threes.Deng Xiao got up to leave, Luo Hengqiu wanted to send him back, Deng Xiao looked at him and said something.

"You haven't eaten dinner, have you? Are you not hungry?"

Luo Hengqiu thought about it later, and realized that it might be Deng Xiao showing tenderness and concern for him.But it was too rare, and it was too unexpected for him, and he didn't react at all at that time.

That night, Luo Hengqiu's heart was filled with indescribable happiness.After finishing drying his clothes on the balcony, he saw Deng Tingge exercising on crutches and walked to the balcony.The two kissed for a while, and stood side by side on the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

It was rare for Deng Tinge to see him so happy, so he held hands with him and rubbed his fingers together intimately.

After a while, the two of them spoke at the same time, both of them were taken aback.

Deng Tingge asked Luo Hengqiu to speak first, and Luo Hengqiu kissed his finger, as if he had made a great determination, and spoke.

"I transferred part of the equity under my name to my sister today." He said.

Deng Tinge: "Oh."

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly realized the meaning of Luo Hengqiu's words, and was taken aback.

"why?!"

Luo Hengqiu smiled and said, "What did you want to say just now, I'll tell you after you have said it."

Deng Tinge glanced at him dissatisfied, and relayed the message he had just received.

"Fang Zhongyi is back. He asked me if I could meet and have a meal together." He said, "It must be Zhong Xing who he wants to meet, not me. He probably wants me to make an appointment for him."