Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Where are you going?" His eyes fixed on me, as if his wife was looking at her husband who had countless cheating records.

"I'll find you a pair of chopsticks." I explained helplessly.

"No need," he said.

He pushed me back on the chair, got up by himself, took out my chopsticks from the plastic lunch box that I hadn't had time to throw away, and inserted it into his own lunch box.

Although today's dishes are relatively light, and my chopsticks are the same as new except for the tip of the chopsticks, it is not so low-carbon and environmentally friendly.

Of course I didn't say this, his letter date is coming soon, I have to follow him, I can accommodate restlessness, irritability, etc., otherwise it would be no fun to become irritable and out of control.

In fact, I'm quite puzzled, let's not talk about why his letter period comes so frequently, then why his letter period is so long at a time.

"The letter period is coming" can take me a week, "the letter period has come" will take another week, and finally "the letter period will resume" will give me another week. child.

Of course, I still can't say this, I cleared my throat, "He Shi, Brother Meng has some questions for you."

He looked up at me, beckoning me to continue.

Me: "I'm going to play the general in a while, mainly with the general's wife, can you tell me about your mental journey?"

I was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so I specially emphasized, "You don't have to force yourself to remember what it is."

He looked at me again, and this time his gaze stayed for a while. I think he should be considering how well my image fits with the role of the general. Although he looked at me for too long, there is nothing else besides this. The reason is desirable.

He put down his chopsticks, his eyes were dim, "The general's state of mind... is probably about the wife and the country, and you have to let one down."

I think he has a point, but the general I'm going to play seems to be slightly different.

The owner of this General’s Tomb is a rare military general who disarmed and returned to the field safely. Although he traveled around in the first half of his life and spent less time with his wife, he stayed with his wife for the last 20 years of his life and created many famous poems and paintings.

I told him my thoughts.

But he disagreed and told me: "Waiting hopelessly is also a disappointment."

Hey, this little word is a catchy one, and it's quite cultured.

However, this reminded me of his escape from marriage. When I asked him the reason for his escape, he said he forgot.

I tentatively asked, "Then you ran away from marriage because you didn't want your wife to waste her youth while waiting?"

"No." He answered very neatly.

Strange, when I talked about this matter with him a few times before, I always ended up forgetting and not being able to remember it. Why is it so refreshing this time.

Could it be the natural chat that accidentally aroused his memory?Maybe, I didn't interrupt him, for fear of terminating his memory retrospectively.

"The wife I want to marry is not her. I don't want to marry her, so I ran away."

Get it, arranged marriages in feudal society collide with young lads with new ideas, resulting in escaped marriages.

"Then who are you going to marry?" I asked again, trying to get him to talk more.

But he stopped talking and just looked at me. Inexplicably, I saw complexity in his eyes. It was an emotion I had never seen and could not see through, as if he was a 28-year-old mature adult. And I'm just a 19-year-old kid.

"It's not just that the country and the family can't have both." He changed the subject bluntly. "It's also a difficult question for me whether a general should believe in the monarch or the people."

Whether it was because he didn't want to talk about it or couldn't remember it, he changed the topic, so I didn't continue to ask questions, and continued to figure out the general's role psychology.

During the more than two hours of the lunch break, in order to help me get into the role, he told a lot of previous experiences. His image instantly grew taller in front of me. , It's not like a person with amnesia at all.

I asked him, "Didn't you remember everything?"

He paused first, then stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed it carefully for at least 40 times before swallowing slowly, and finally answered me.

He said: "I have been in this world for 19 years, and what I can remember today is just a drop in the ocean. What is the use of it?"

With the help of He Shi, my filming process went much smoother. The director also praised me and Lin Feifei for having a tacit understanding, and the first time we worked together, we were able to vividly interpret the love as deep as the sea.

I just want to say, what do you know about fans’ selfless love for their idols, and what do you know about their unconditional gratitude to old fans? Don’t say love is as deep as the ocean, it’s as deep as the Mariana Trench.

The efficiency is high today, almost two-thirds of the small theater has been filmed, and it is estimated that work can be finished early tomorrow.

I am used to helping the program crew pack up some odds and ends after the filming is over. When I first debuted, it was to make a good impression, but now it has become a habit.

He Shi and Xiao Yang helped collect them together, but when he was about to return home, He Shi disappeared.

I wasn't in a hurry, after all, even the decorations in the General's Tomb are very beautiful, and it's understandable to be attracted by any masterpiece. I'm an ordinary person without appreciation, but He Shi may cherish the hero of the General's Tomb.

Let Xiao Yang pack up his belongings, and I will go find He Shi by myself.

Passing through the courtyard is the location for tomorrow's shooting. When you look up, you will see a huge painting of plum blossoms. He Shi is standing in front of the painting.

I wanted to ask him to leave, but the plum blossom picture also took my attention away.

Compared with the branch drawing that my grandfather left me, this painting is very different.

The painting that my grandfather left me is a dead branch that has not bloomed, and it withers very realistically. If the painting has a soul, I can clearly count the wrinkles and age spots on the soul.

If my grandfather was related to Picasso who painted abstraction, then I would call that painting "Self-portrait of Mr. Meng".

But the picture in front of me is different. It is so vibrant that it has a certain fantasy color. Every flower is full and every branch is vigorous and powerful. People can't feel that it is going through the severe winter, as if it was born by mistake. In summer.

"When the plum blossoms bloom next year, I will marry you."

I remember the sound, I heard it while lying in bed the other day.

But I didn't finish listening that day, why did it suddenly come to my ears today, did you say it to me? "Marry" should be aimed at girls, right? Where did I play it?

"When the plum blossoms bloom next year, I will marry you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

The complete conversation echoed in my mind, and I was a little dazed, so I closed my eyes and pressed the side of my head with the heels of my palms. When I opened my eyes again, He Shi had already come in front of me.

He held my arms, "Brother Meng, are you okay?"

I shook my head to wake myself up, "Maybe it's been too long since I've filmed a relationship scene... I'm using my brain too much? I don't know, you can relax and hug me tonight, I want to sleep well."

It was getting late, and I wasted a while, so I dragged him to walk out quickly.As I walked, I told him to tell me where I was going in the future, and if I didn't know where I was going, remember to call me, and don't talk to others casually, especially during the letter period, he is my secret in this world.

He didn't respond to me, but sighed, which was so soft that I heard it.

I raised my head and looked at him with my mouth open, "Don't you think I'm nagging? Or are you not satisfied with me letting you hug me more? Be considerate and considerate brother——"

"No." He interrupted me.

"Neither." He even shook my hand away.

I don't know what's wrong with him, but I have a rare patience with him, so patient that even I find it incredible

I was calm, "what's the matter?".

He: "You...forgot all about it."

Who?

He said these words with his head down, I didn't hear them clearly, probably because he was annoyed that he forgot so many things.

I comforted him, "I will always remember it. Didn't you tell me a lot today? Don't worry, I'll accompany you to think about it slowly."

I was about to continue walking, but he raised his arm and pulled my hand back, "Chat with me more in the future, let's think together."

Although I don't understand, what can I think about his amnesia, but long live the princess, I agree.

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Let’s walk through the plot briefly, let’s continue with the sand sculpture after we’re done, and the next chapter will have a true faith period.