Yanyun Fengyue

Liang Wenmo's European-style house is luxurious and luxurious. The street lamps beside the garden corridor reflect brilliant light. Grape vines, and the bamboo swing next to it swayed gently with the night wind.Huai Yan followed him into the door, looked up along the off-white Baroque columns at the four corners of the house, starlight accompanied by the figure of an angel came into his eyes, it turned out that the round dome on the third floor was inlaid with transparent glass, surrounded by a light blue background On the murals are pure angels with outstretched wings, and the bright moon in the night becomes more and more clear.

Liang Wenmo took off his suit, vest, and tie, and casually threw them on the brown leather sofa. He pointed to Huai Yan and said to Mama Lin, "This is Mr. Jiang. He lives here these days. You should treat him like my own." Just like my younger brother. Take a cup of wormwood and a cup of milk to my study in a while, and then clean up the empty bedroom on the third floor."

Mama Lin hurriedly responded, and turned around to prepare drinks for the young master and the guests.

"Huai Yan, come here!" Liang Wenmo has been in high spirits today. He took Huai Yan and stepped on the spiral staircase to the west side of the second floor. This was originally a study room and a bedroom, but he opened it up to form a three-sided room. Transparent big house.When Huai Yan walked in, he saw several rows of arched sandalwood bookshelves, which looked like a small library. Walking further inside, there were hammocks and a very spacious Italian-style table case, on which were overwhelming pen and handwriting manuscripts. , There are still some maps nailed on the wall, which presumably are the character relationships and plots of Liang Wenmo's new novel.Huai Yan politely stopped on the bookshelf in the middle, and did not move forward. He knew that before a writer finished a book, he was very jealous of others seeing his manuscript.

"Seeing you today gave me a lot of inspiration! I have to stay up all night to enjoy it!" Liang Wenmo walked to the table, took out a box of Maba London Snow from the drawer, and put some in a pipe to compact it. , when he smoked again, the rich fragrance filled the air, "I have all kinds of books here, you can read them as you like. If you feel sleepy after a while, take a bath and have a good sleep, don't worry about me—" He took Passing the two glasses of drinks on the tray, she said to Mama Lin, "Put hot water in the bathtub for Mr. Jiang."

Lin Ma agreed, and Liang Wenmo handed the hot milk to Huai Yan, took a sip of the wine himself, and hurried over to write before the case.

Huai Yan didn't dare to disturb him, and after drinking the milk, he quietly watched in front of the bookshelf. The collection of books here is really rich in categories and everything you need. Huai Yan likes to read French writer Jules Verne's science fiction novels, casually He found it, and it was a hardcover bilingual edition. He took out a copy of "Mysterious Island", greeted Liang Wenmo, took his clothes, and went upstairs.

Lin Ma's hands and feet are nimble, the mattresses are already made, Huai Yan looks at the magnificent chandelier in the bedroom, and the glittering gold headboard and end of the bed, she really feels like she is in a dream.After Mama Lin left, he took off his suit, folded it carefully on the hanger, and walked into the bathroom. The faucet was running hot water, and the light yellow bath ball was rustling with bubbles, darting back and forth in the water. Go, like someone chasing it, the fragrance of lemon will come out.

Huai Yan lay naked in the hot water, his fair skin was dyed peach-like pink, the whole body in the hot bath was really indescribably comfortable, he thought of the cold winter in the alley, how it was It's tough!

Not to mention taking a hot bath, you have to queue up in the cold wind to drink some water, fetch water from the well, and then put it on the stove to burn, and you have to store some leftover in the tank for a few days' use.In the weather where dripping water turns into ice, if you want to use water, you have to brush off the snow on the surface of the tank first, then smash the ice cubes down, and run back to the house shivering to melt the ice, but the house is not warm enough...

Huai Yan lowered his head to look at his smooth fingers. The chilblain in winter has been cured for several months, and it has healed. If he lived with Mr. Liang, he would not have to suffer from the cold this winter, but there are still so many people in Nancheng Hutong , Will people freeze to death this year?

Huai Yan recalled the scene of leaving the alley, and his heart felt sore and painful. He tried to change his thoughts, but suddenly thought of the officer, what kind of person is he?Why does he stand silently with himself today?Huai Yan thought, perhaps it was because he was so handsome and handsome that I paid attention to him, but why did he look at him like that... Huai Yan has always been yearning to join the army, but there is no way out in Yanyun City, He also couldn't afford the travel expenses to go to the Guo'an Military Academy, so he had no choice but to give up this idea. If he could really take this opportunity to play a good soldier, that would be great.When the filming starts, I should be able to wear the military uniform of the same color as Chief Lu. His body looks thicker than me, so he looks good in military uniform. If I wear it, I don’t know if I can have that kind of temperament.

Huai Yan was full of thoughts, and was flustered by the hot water, the base of his ears gradually turned from pink to red, he looked up at the moon along the window for a while, when his mind was empty, he wiped his hands with a towel, and picked up the newspaper in the book basket on the window sill come and see.

This "Yanyun Literature and Art" was published last winter, and it has been here for a long time. The most important page on it is naturally reserved for Liang Wenmo, which happens to be "Browning's Love" that Huai Yan is going to perform Chapter 62, Huai Yan thinks that the author himself is writing downstairs, and can’t help feeling that the communication brought about by novels is quite wonderful, and can bridge the gap between time and space. In fact, the charm of movies and other works of art may also be here... …

The first time Huai Yan came into contact with movies was after he came to the film studio. Before that, he had no money to go to the cinema. It is adapted from the novel of Mr. Zhang Cheng. When he saw the characters and scenery vividly displayed on the screen, he almost shed tears. He has always loved painting and reading, and the movie can combine the two. The soundtrack is so good, and the soundtrack is more vivid. How could the ancients who didn't know what a mirror box or a phonograph were, imagine it?

Huai Yan read the fragments written by Liang Wenmo in the newspaper, and couldn't help feeling a little envious. People like Mr. Liang have financial resources and talents, so they live freely.The two often strengthen the relationship in two directions. If you have financial resources, you can cultivate talents, and if you have talents, you can enrich your financial resources.

He shook his head and sighed, and turned to the bottom page. This side was basically full of marriage proposals, blind dates, lost and found, missing person advertisements, and letters from readers. He glanced at it and was about to fold the newspaper, but found that the bottom right corner There is a short poem entitled "Playing the Piano".

Mountains and mist embrace the evening smoke /

The cool wind holds up the leaves and dances /

The yellow dog wags its tail/

We run with it hand in hand/

It jumped onto the piano in the middle of the yard /

You smiled and pulled me to sit down/

Fold my fingertips over /

Touch the black and white piano steps together /

Musical notes splashed in the heart.

The author's name is Xijiang Lu, which is a very interesting and vivid name. Huai Yan looked through other newspapers in the book basket, but found no other works by Xijiang Lu. Presumably he was free, so he just contributed manuscripts.

This poem does not have a gorgeous style of writing, but Huai Yan was a little moved. If the poem was not fabricated by imagination, then the picture must be beautiful. He read it a few times, the corners of his mouth lightly fluttered, and the moon is sleeping with his eyes closed, the quiet night Silently flooded Yanyun City.

When Huai Yan woke up the next day, Mama Lin had already prepared breakfast on the dining table on the first floor, including black beans, peanuts and soy milk, buttered walnut toast, fried eggs and cherry jam.Liang Wenmo's study door was closed tightly, Huai Yan wanted to wait for him, so he sat on the sofa and read a book.

Mama Lin brought a small plate of seafood soy sauce with eggs, "Mr. Jiang, the young master didn't go to bed until five o'clock this morning. He said you don't have to wait for him, and eat breakfast first when you're hungry."

Huai Yan said something hard to Mama Lin, and after eating, she went back to the sofa to watch "Mysterious Island". Until 10:30 in the morning, most of the book had been read, and Liang Wenmo still didn't get up, so Huai Yan went out to read "Mysterious Island". He walked around the garden and fished with a pole by the pool in the backyard. He was inexperienced and couldn't catch any.Going back, he began to feel a little bored, and he missed the days of living in the old city.

Slowly turning back to the main entrance of the villa, he found a military car with the military flag of the Chen'an Army on it. Huai Yan stopped and looked over in surprise. The person inside had already opened the car door, with two long legs stepped out.

Lu Jingyun didn't wear a military uniform today, but wore a short dark green jacket with a tight belt, and black trousers with narrow legs on his lower body, still looking tall and tall.Huai Yan took a look and lowered his eyes, thinking to himself, he looks so good-looking even without military uniform.

Liang Wenmo had obviously just been woken up by his attendants, he was still wearing silk pajamas, without glasses, he just squinted his eyes and greeted the door, "Mr. Lu is a busy person, why come to me, Mr. Liang, when you have time?"

Lu Jingyun glanced at him and said, "I'm really bothering you today without being invited."

"Hey, it's okay!" Liang Wenmo smiled and asked Lu Jingyun to sit on the sofa, pulled off the red agate lid of the snuff bottle, and took a deep breath, "I stayed up late yesterday to write a book, so I got up late, so Lu The officer laughed."

"There was a meeting in the Ministry just now, and it was said that people from the Central Inspectorate of the Fengjun Army would come to inspect it, and it would be at the end of December." Lu Jingyun looked calm, not as dignified as when he was wearing military uniform, but still made people afraid to talk to each other, "That's right. If so, you entered the camp to start filming, is this also the time?"

"Exactly." Liang Wenmo frowned. Xu Zhengyang had discussed with him the position of the Eighth Regiment of the Chen'an Army, and the scene was perfect. It was connected to the West Mountain, and the scenery in four seasons was excellent. He smiled and said, "Mr. Lu It's accommodating... There will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. It's not just about literature and art..."

These words were very meaningful, and Lu Jingyun couldn't help smiling slightly, his sword eyebrows stretched out, and the corners of his eyes formed beautiful arcs, "The members of the inspection team, even General Chen'an, dare not bargain with them."

Liang Wenmo was silent for a moment, and asked, "How long will they be patrolling?"

"Stay in Yanyun City for three months."

"That won't work, it's too late." Liang Wenmo felt anxious and touched the pipe on the table to smoke, "Mr. Lu, is there really no other way?"

Lu Jingyun thought for a while and said: "I can only ask your people to move here as soon as possible. I will move an empty space at the foot of the West Mountain and on the side of the Eighth Regiment to put your equipment and props. The personnel will eat and live with us. If the inspection team If you patrol other places in the city, you can seize the time to film, if you want to patrol the barracks, you can stop in time. The general also meant this."

Liang Wenmo heard that this method was convenient, but it was actually a little risky, but since the general agreed, he had nothing to say, so he glanced at Huai Yan, "Very good. Then when will they move there?"

"Just today and tomorrow." Lu Jingyun's face was still expressionless, but his tone was uncompromising.

"Ah?" Liang Wenmo reluctantly looked at Huai Yan again, but Huai Yan didn't dare to say anything, just lowered his head.

Liang Wenmo had no choice but to say: "It's better to go earlier." Sighing in his heart, he said with a smile: "It's already this time, Mr. Lu stays for some light meals. After the meal, you can take Mr. Jiang to the camp." Here, I'll give Director Xu a call and tell them to hurry up and prepare."

Lu Jingyun nodded, "Mr. Laoliang is here."

Hearing their arrangement, Huai Yan hurriedly got up and said to Liang Wenmo: "Sir, my piano is still in Director Xu's car, please take him to the set together."

Liang Wenmo nodded with a smile, turned around and went to the study to make a phone call, "No problem—Mother Lin, I'm ready to serve."

Huai Yan and Lu Jingyun left the main seat to Liang Wenmo, and each sat down at the table. Lu Jingyun combed his hair with his left hand habitually, then shook the unrolled hot towel to wipe his hands, his eyebrows and eyes were leaked by the transparent dome Illuminated by the bright sunlight, it was extremely dazzling and unrestrained, "What kind of piano can Mr. Jiang play?"

"Pipa." Huai Yan was willing to talk to him in his heart. Hearing his gentle tone, he also lowered his voice, and said modestly: "I learned it for "Wind Shadow". play."

"Can you play the piano?" Lu Jingyun asked again, Huai Yan's face turned a little red, "No... I haven't touched any Western instruments before."

Lu Jingyun nodded, frowned, lowered his head to drink black tea, Huai Yan secretly hated himself for not knowing how to play the piano, but the person opposite gave him a contemptuous look, and added comfortingly: "I can't play either. I’ve only played one piece of music, so I’m still not proficient.”

Huai Yan raised his eyes to look at his fingers, they were slender and distinct, thin and powerful, they must look good when flying on the piano steps, and thought that his back is straight, and sitting on the piano bench must be handsome...

Huai Yan wanted to say that Mr. Lu is suitable for playing the piano, but he couldn't open his mouth. At this time, Liang Wenmo had returned from the phone call, and the three of them began to eat. Chatting with them, Huai Yan and Lu Jingyun didn't talk anymore.

Before leaving, Liang Wenmo called Lu Jingyun to stop, and whispered something in his ear, Lu Jingyun glanced at Huai Yan, nodded and walked out the door.

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Some modifications have been made to the plot of this chapter, and 7.3 remains