Xiangjiang old events [entertainment circle]

With the help of Wang Jiayun who "cast herself into the net", Su Yun really emptied the egg reserves in the kitchen with Mr. Shi in the past two days.

In the end, Su Yun couldn’t remember how many flavors of egg waffles he had made. He only remembered that in addition to the normal sweet taste, they had tried all kinds of strange flavors such as salty, spicy, sour, fruity, etc. ...

After lunch, Mr. Shi checked the inventory and asked Zhao Liying to help take care of the small building. He planned to go down the mountain to get the supplies himself.

The location here is remote. In the past, he was with other hostel families. Half of the supplies were purchased from farmers in the small town, and half of the supplies were sent to young people to drive down the mountain to the city for unified purchases. .

Mr. Shi is full of expectations for this trip down the mountain: Maybe among the supplies he bought this time down the mountain, there are materials that can make the taste his wife wants.

In the past few years, he has been trying his best to make egg waffles of various flavors, and he has reached the point of giving up hope. He just continues to try habitually, hoping to meet a coincidence in these many attempts. , Let the two old men complete this obsession.

Until Su Yun came.

Probably the children who always represent hope have brought new vitality to this old guy. Although the kitchen is in a hurry from time to time, Mr. Shi also feels that it is a long-lost and popular bustle, compared to the two of them in the past. An old man puts on a frustrated middle-aged situation, which is much more human-like.

Since there were no more materials, Su Yun, together with Wang Jiayun and Lin Jiashu, sat in the corridor behind the house, enjoying the leisure time in the afternoon while admiring the well-kept yard.

This corridor also has a special name: Yuanside, which means the elevated corridor under the eaves in Japanese.

The deep cornice is a major feature of traditional Japanese wooden buildings, and the space of this part of the cornice is mostly used as the edge side, and it is generally located in a direction with good lighting conditions to flexibly separate or connect the internal and external spaces .

In anime, the protagonist often sits on the wooden floor beside the edge, talks to the moon, drinks tea and listens to the rain, and reads while lying on his side... With it, you can enjoy the scenery outside without going out.

It has the functions of both internal and external space, but it is dissociated between the inside and the outside. It is the third domain between the inside and the outside, and it is the most ambiguous from design to use.

Lin Jiashu is a drum player. Although he can play the guitar a little bit, he just plays it like cotton. The posture of holding the guitar is more like a death squad with a submachine gun running around. Su Yun thought he was noisy and waved Just drive him to take a nap.

He didn't pick anything, went back and took a pillow as a pillow, and then lay down on the spot when he came back, paralyzed like an old man.

Seeing that Lin Jiashu had finally calmed down, Su Yun handed back the guitar that he had taken away in a shameless manner to Wang Jiajun, and then lowered her head to write the schedule while listening to the etude that Wang Jiajun was flicking beside her.

"This is summer vacation!" Lin Jiashu, who was paralyzed on the ground, squinted his eyes and listened to the sound of his teammates' etude, and stretched his whole body greatly.

"You can't stop your mouth with so much food." Su Yun rolled his eyes at him.

"I've been so scared of eating these past few days..." Looking at the several plates of egg waffles of various flavors on the side, and recalling the ones that Su Yun forced them to eat these days... Lin Jiashu almost missed a beat Shivered.

Wang Jiajun stopped practicing, then reached out and took two egg waffles to eat: "No, it's quite delicious, maybe you're not used to it."

Makes people miss the old days.

In the past, in order to buy a bag of egg waffles, I had to search the whole house with my younger brother for odds and ends—not necessarily able to make up the money.

"He hasn't experienced our past, and he really doesn't understand the significance of street food to us." Su Yun also stuffed two into her mouth and said vaguely.

Seeing that these two people seemed to be excluding himself by virtue of the difference in taste, Lin Jiashu immediately became anxious: "Who said I can't eat it! I'll show you how to eat it, ah—cough cough cough..."

Seeing that he took too much at once and choked himself, Wang Jiayun handed over his teacup dumbfounded, and patted his back while persuading him: "Don't force yourself too much, food is just like food. Just like music, sometimes specific conditions are needed to taste a special taste.”

"Only under special conditions can you taste special flavors?" The speaker didn't care, but the listener did. Su Yun repeated Wang Jiajun's words, as if the fog in her mind had been cleared away.

In order to verify her idea, Su Yun stood up abruptly, put the newly made schedule aside under Zhao Liying's complicated eyes, then took a notebook instead, and came to Granny Liang.

"Mother-in-law, do you still remember, when was the first time you ate egg waffles?" The biggest characteristic of Alzheimer's disease is that the older things are remembered more clearly, Su Yun took a notebook and was about to start recording.

Granny Liang thought for a while, and then replied: "When I was ten years old, my grandma celebrated my tenth birthday. Back then, people only celebrated their birthdays when they were ten, 20, 30..."

"Then do you remember what it tastes like? What ingredients were added?" Su Yun quickly wrote a line in the notebook, and then asked again.

"At that time, we were so poor, how could we add ingredients? It was the most common kind." Granny Liang said cheerfully.

Ordinary original?

It has already been made for Granny Liang to eat.

Thinking of this, Su Yun made a cross on the back of the first record.

Hearing Su Yun ask Granny Liang again and again about the taste of egg waffles, Zhao Liying finally shifted her gaze from the planner on the table: "You want to refer to the egg waffles she ate, come here Try to find the flavor she wants?"

"Yeah." Su Yun nodded, flamboyantly scribbling on the notebook.

Such a consumption lasted until dusk. Su Yun looked at the more than ten pages of records in the notebook, and while lamenting the long experience of the old man, she stretched her waist and stretched her muscles.

Seeing her walking towards the edge side with the notebook, Zhao Liying thought for a while, then glanced at Granny Liang, and after confirming that she had started listening to the radio again, she tiptoed to the table.

Quickly opened and browsed briefly, and sure enough, there have been changes.

It even uses his previous modification-wait, isn't this...

"What?! You asked me to sing Cantonese opera by myself?!" Lin Jiashu's exclamation suddenly came from the edge side.

"To be precise, you are the one playing it with a computer next to it, and Jiayun and I are the main players in 'singing'!" Su Yun corrected him, "I know you don't have this accomplishment, but haven't you listened to most of the songs before? "Emperor Flower", just move your finger to put the disc in the machine and play it, it should be possible, right?"

"It is possible to do it, but are you planning?" Lin Jiashu asked suspiciously.

"I'll go and take off the red quilt in the room in a while, I'll put on the sheets, Jiayun put on the sheets, oh yes, Jiayun, put on your black peaked cap." Su Yun thought about it, and then He and the two explained, "I researched the types of egg waffles that Granny Liang had eaten, and decided to recall the most likely one as a 'case repeat'."

"The case repeats itself?" Wang Jiayun quickly understood Su Yun's meaning, picked up the notebook and pointed to a few lines in it and asked, "Do you want to reproduce this record?"

"That's right." Su Yun nodded, "That's what you said - food is like music, sometimes you need specific conditions to taste a special taste."

Seeing that these children seemed to have made an agreement to go to the hall from the edge side, Zhao Liying didn't bother to find out if Su Yun knew about his sneaking behavior before, so she quickly put the new schedule away, and then walked quickly Walked back and sat on the sofa.

"Should we practice first?" Wang Jiayun asked a little nervously.

"No, I think you sang the phrase 'I have no money to buy bread in the street' back then." Su Yun teased him: Not only did he sing this song when the two met for the first time. This is a spoof phrase, in the charity film "Banquet of a Noble Family", which was organized by all Hong Kong artists to raise funds for the flood disaster in East China, Wang Jiayun also made a cameo appearance with his band, playing with guitars, electronic organs and other instruments. The accompaniment of the English version of "Emperor Flower"...

At this time, Wang Jiayun was not the cynical band leader, but just an ordinary boy, so when Su Yun suddenly flipped through history to tease him, he immediately blushed: "You!"

The so-called "there is no money to buy bread in the streets" is actually a parody of the libretto "falling flowers cover the sky and the moonlight" in "The Fragrance of the Emperor's Flower". In the 60s, there were many parody songs of classic Cantonese opera. It is the route of humor and ghost horse. The children listened to it as interesting and learned a few words.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's go up to the room to practice." Su Yun quickly held him down, and coaxed, "I'm just kidding you, I just went up to the room to finish the practice, and you can help me get things later Come down, I can't take that much by myself..."

Seeing Su Yun dragging Wang Jiayun upstairs, Zhao Liying became even more restless, so she could only look at Lin Jiashu who was tossing the vinyl record player beside her: "What are you guys doing?"

"We young people are doing things, old people like you don't want to interfere." Lin Jiashu waved away impatiently.

Zhao Liying, who valued filial piety and rules the most, was stunned for a while with that insignificant appearance: What happened to all the children nowadays?

As the moon gradually rose, when the heat in the house had almost dissipated, Mr. Shi, who had gone down the mountain to shop, finally returned to the small building.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll make dinner right away." Old Master Shi said hastily.

"No need, we all ate." Zhao Liying hurriedly grabbed old man Shi: In order to avoid any trouble between Su Yun and that young man upstairs, he went down to the kitchen for the first time, and frantically made a mixed fried rice with the remaining ingredients come out.

Although the appearance is not very good, at least it can make people full.

Zhao Liying, who was thinking this way, suddenly saw Su Yun and Wang Jiayun carrying a lot of things downstairs: "Old man Shi, are you back?"

"That's great, I want you to make another plate of plain egg waffles without any ingredients..."

The cheering tone was not at all polite to Zhao Liying who was blushing next to him.

"Okay, I'll make it for you right away, and you'll have something to eat soon." Mr. Shi didn't notice that Zhao Liying, who was next to him with a black face because he felt conscientious to feed the dog, went into the kitchen with big bags and small bags on his back.

Seeing Old Master Shi enter the kitchen, Su Yun came to Granny Liang's side again: "Grandma, there is a scene between Sister Ren and Sister Xian tonight, I bought you a ticket, come, sit here..."

As she spoke, under Zhao Liying's more puzzled eyes, she coaxed Granny Liang to sit on the bamboo chair, facing the small platform.

"Have you memorized all the gestures and postures?" Su Yun was arranging the arrangement, while looking at Wang Jiayun, "This time only success is not allowed."

"I'll do my best." Wang Jiajun said with a bitter face.

After all, after Lin Jiashu started playing the music, the posture he put on was even more original than Su Yun's.

After all, he grew up listening to Cantonese opera with the adults in his family. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he must have done a better job than someone like Su Yun, who was struggling in a hurry.

"Falling flowers cover the sky and the moonlight, let me borrow a cup to go to Fengtai..." Hearing Su Yun, who was wearing a red sheet, "sing" to lip-synch, Zhao Liying's expression turned serious, as if she had sensed something.

"Good! Good!" Looking at the two people on the stage, Granny Liang smiled and clapped her hands continuously, as if what she was watching was not a child's lip-synch performance, but the real Ren Bai on stage. Performance.

Zhao Liying thought for a while, and then clapped her hands: in the old days, when watching a play, the more lively the more applause, the better the performance on stage.

He was trying to make the "fantasy" of Su Yun's case more real.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Shi, who came out with a plate, was puzzled.

"Where's my egg waffle?" Granny Liang suddenly murmured to herself, and then began to grope around on the coffee table in front of her.

Seeing this, old man Shi quickly handed over the plate in his hand: "Here."

Granny Liang let out an ooh, took the plate and started to eat: "That's right, that's the taste!"

This seemingly familiar sentence shocked the bewildered Old Master Shi: That's what she said back then!

That year, the two were not husband and wife, but just a pair of young people who liked each other. Because he bought a rare movie ticket, the two made an appointment to watch it together.

Ren Bai's play was already a rare high price in theaters back then, but it was still hard to find a ticket.

He spent all his savings to buy two tickets, and he could no longer afford egg waffles with toppings, but his wife blushed and took his hand, and took the initiative to refuse the hawker's question about adding toppings, only saying that she I have loved plain egg waffles since I was a child.

When watching a play, she took one to eat, and then said with joy that it tasted like this. She said that this was the taste of the egg waffles that her mother bought for her on her tenth birthday. She missed it very much...

In fact, her acting skills were poor, and it made him feel ashamed, but full of sweetness.

At the same time, at that moment, he knew that this girl was the one he wanted to protect for the rest of his life.

It's a little ridiculous that both of them wanted to leave the egg waffles for each other to eat more, so after the whole scene, both of them ate only one, and the rest of the egg waffles were well covered in paper bags. The other party ate hot food—but it turned rancid in the steaming heat of the summer night.

Thinking of this, Mr. Shi hurriedly told his wife to continue eating: "There are still a lot, eat more."

Granny Liang shook her head, as if she regarded him as a passer-by sitting next to the theater, her wrinkled face showed a little girl's shyness: "Shh, I don't want to eat, I want to leave it for my future." My husband eats, he works very hard."

Old Master Shi bit his lip and nodded his head in response, his expression seemed to be smiling, but tears were already falling silently.

It was obvious that they had met and did not know each other, but that deep love never faded because of the ruthlessness of time.

Later, when Zhao Liying asked Su Yun why he came up with this method at the dinner table on behalf of Mr. Shi, Su Yun replied: "Sometimes, what people remember is not the taste in the memory, but the person in the memory."

"Just like you."

"same as me?"

"Yes, in the dark, fate will always push back some things that should belong to you back to you again. This is the little inconceivable thing that people used to have in their lives."

Just like Mr. Shi who took care of his demented wife without complaint or regret, even though he thought his wife had forgotten him long ago, he found out that his wife's love hadn't changed at all.

Just like Zhao Liying: going round and round, he will always return to the career he loves.

"It seems that I won this bet." Seeing old man Shi hugging Granny Liang and weeping silently, Su Yun on the stage took off the red sheet she was wearing and walked down slowly.

"Give me two days, I'll deal with the matter here, and I'll go down the mountain with you." Zhao Liying glanced at the side and said very calmly.

"Okay." Knowing his character of emphasizing affection, Su Yun nodded happily.

After successfully pulling Zhao Liying into her hands, Su Yun couldn't help but want to celebrate with her friends that night.

However, in the end, there were only her and Wang Jiayun sitting in the edge--Lin Jiashu, a precocious guy, was too emotional, and was moved by the love of the two old people across time and disease, and almost howled into an emoji, and the result was After howling through a whole pack of 300-pump papers, I had an asthma attack and had difficulty breathing. After taking emergency medication, they were carried back to the room to rest...

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, taking advantage of the cool night breeze, Su Yun reached out to pick up a few egg waffles and stuffed them into her mouth.

The egg waffle with the big mouth trying to stuff it down looks like a little hamster, not at all as elegant and beautiful as the usual poses, but I don’t know why, watching her so down-to-earth reveals the most real side However, Wang Jiayun felt very nostalgic.

When Su Yun hadn't entered the entertainment circle, she looked like this. She didn't need to hold her hand in order to maintain her image, and she could laugh happily no matter what she did.

When there is no money, it is a good mood to get together and drink a glass of boiled water in the hot and humid summer; when everyone starts to have money, they will go their separate ways, and we will not get together a few times a year.

Those moments when a few kids huddled together and waited for the street snacks to be handed to them seemed to go away for various reasons.

Until this sweet summer night, seeing her and himself sitting on the edge while listening to the night breeze while eating the street snacks in his memory, Wang Jiaju couldn't help watching quietly, for a long, long time .

It seems to be particularly quiet tonight, and the moonlight also seems to be particularly moving.

It is most suitable for gathering and talking.

It's not that Su Yun lost her original intentions after her fortune, but she has such a character from the beginning: when she is around, she will be very kind to those around her, as if making people want to drown in the vast sea of ​​stars in her eyes But once she leaves, it is like a gust of wind that cannot be caught. Those who chase the wind can only helplessly wait for her next return...

"Why don't you eat? Don't leave it to me. There are still plenty in the kitchen." Wang Jiayun used to be the boss of the children, and when there were not many snacks, he always saved some of his own for her and Wang Jiaxiang, such a precocious Being sensible made Su Yun feel distressed.

It's just that after a year or two, older children have to mature in advance to take care of younger children. This is the dereliction of duty and shirk responsibility of adults.

But the most poignant thing is that even they themselves think this is a very normal thing.

"Why do you keep looking at me and not talking?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Su Yun asked again.

Pulled back by Su Yun's question, Wang Jiajun smiled and shook his head: "I was just thinking, we haven't tried to sit together for a long time."

"Yeah, everyone is very busy." Su Yun sighed, "Sometimes I can't even believe that I have become what I am now in just a few years."

"But in my mind, you have never changed." Wang Jiayun said suddenly, "What about you?"

She had gone so far, so far, that sometimes he wondered if he could catch up with her.

Su Yun picked up an egg waffle overflowing with egg fragrance and swallowed it in one gulp, then took another sip of the cool white boiled in the cup, and then replied: "How should I put it... You are a very special existence to me."

It's like this cup is cold and open, maybe not as fresh as the soda juice and other drinks outside, but people can't stop loving it, but at the end of the round, people still remember this cup at home, which seems ordinary but seems to bring Boiled water with a few years of sweetness.

They are also the core figures of almost iconic hall-level bands in the native areas of later generations. Compared with Lin Jiashu, who is self-willed and needs to be coaxed and pampered by his teammates, Wang Jiayun is the absolute key and soul of a stable team.

Obviously, his temper can be regarded as the irritable routine of musicians, even to the point of being a little cynical, but in the end, he always knows the world without being worldly, smooth and naive, and puts down his principles when needed, with the heart of a child. heart to help others.

Su Yun laughed in her heart that he brought the band to play the accompaniment of the English version of "The Emperor's Flower". In fact, she admired him very much for being able to temporarily get rid of the illusory "nobleness" of those musicians, and put down his figure generously to help the flood victims Really make a contribution.

Maybe he is not the handsome man who amazes the world in those pictures, but the words childhood sweetheart and brother next door, without having to say them, already carry the gentleness that lingers in the time looking back.

Therefore, when he is by your side, you don't need words or any deliberate or unintentional flattery, and you will naturally feel the peace of mind and that he will definitely guard you wholeheartedly forever.

And from beginning to end, it has not changed.

When the bright moon was setting in the west, Su Yun was sitting on the edge, quietly looking at the white sand, still water, stone lamp and bamboo fence in the courtyard, like a minimalist painting in the quiet night.

On a summer night, these ordinary things will look so good.