The actor is a white fox demon

Because the second half is the memoir of 'I', I specially found a child actor to film the scenes of 'I' when I was young.

The child star was seven or eight years old, and he was not timid at all. When he came to the set, he greeted people politely, with a crisp and lively voice, very cute.

The makeup on Gu Sui's face was very old-fashioned, and he was haggard for decades, but he could still see his graceful appearance back then.

When filming, the little child star played with him in a serious manner, he could recite a large part of the lines fluently, and his gestures were full of aura. His acting skills were better than many young actors.

Gu Sui took off his make-up, and gave him candy at the end of work. The little child star stared at him intently while eating the candy, making Gu Sui think that there was something dirty on his face.

I took a mirror to look at it, but there was nothing there.

The little child star looked at him and smiled with two small canine teeth, "Hee hee, I actually didn't expect my big brother to look so good after taking off his makeup."

"..."

This child has a sweet mouth, and his words are full of wit.

During filming in the afternoon, halfway through the filming, it happened to be the scene where the child went to find Liu Yaochun because he lost the game.

Liu Yaochun was wearing a plain blue robe, holding a small basket of dried fruits and sugar, sitting at the door, the child propped his chin with his hands, lazily taking food from the basket while listening to him.

When this scene was finished, Wang Yun asked them to re-arrange their poses, ready to be photographed as a promotional photo.

Liu Yaochun in the photo is nearly fifty years old, but still looks in his thirties.Time never wears away the beauty, but instead shows it in a gentler way on his face.

Liu Yaochun was also very beautiful before, it was the cold and solitary beauty of a young man, so beautiful that she showed her sharpness and was so powerful that it was hard to forget after just one glance.

But when wrinkles crept up to the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was stained white because of years of suffering, those eyes were still clear and clear, like a pool of water, which had never changed since he was young.

He speaks very slowly now, and every word is like a stone whose edges and corners have been polished by the river water, round and gentle, making people listen very comfortably, like an academy gentleman who has read a lot of poetry and books.

Although, when the child listened to his own narrative, he said that he had never been to school, and that he learned to read slowly one by one.He used to like to collect things of literati, such as brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, and all kinds of calligraphy and paintings. When collecting those things, he always thought that although he would never be able to go to school in this life, he could still take a look at the things of those literati. thing.

Unfortunately, all the paintings and calligraphy in his collection were burned.

At that time, I couldn't quite understand what he said, such as costumes, facial expressions, calligraphy and paintings, and even the Kuomintang officer he liked before.

Whenever he said that person, the voice was always so low that I couldn't hear it, and I didn't want to hear it anyway.At that time, the child's world was black and white. I still remember that I was always so angry that I would shout when he said it, 'Don't mention that bad guy again! '.

At that time, he always silently stopped talking.

Only once, he said that the person was not a bad person, and he also went to beat the little devil.

But these are all too far away from my life, too far away from our crowded and narrow alleys, so whenever he talks, I pretend to be listening, answer a few times perfunctorily, and then trick him into giving me the next time. I buy what I like to eat.

I still remember clearly what I threatened him at that time. I said, if you don’t buy preserved apricots next time, I will never come again, and I will tell you all these things!

Next time he really bought dried apricot meat honestly, maybe he didn't expect that I would think of threatening him with those things, and then he didn't talk to me very much, he always seemed hesitant to speak.

I spent a long time at his house for nothing, and he never mentioned that matter again. It was only after a long time that he begged me not to tell those things, but I almost forgot about it.

When did he leave then?

I can't remember exactly, but it seems that in the autumn, he finally saved enough money and said he could go to Taiwan.

At that time, I was in college in other places, and I visited him several times during the summer vacation. He had more gray hair and more wrinkles than before, and finally began to look like an old man.

I don't agree with him going to Taiwan. He has saved money for more than ten years just to go out. Is it worth it?The Kuomintang officer he mentioned should be quite rich and living a good life. If that person really remembered him, why didn't he come back when the mainland was opened to visit relatives in [-].

He didn't listen to my advice either, the half-body was going to be buried in the soil, and he insisted on going to Taiwan with most of his life savings to find that person.

I didn't quarrel with him, but I didn't have a good face. I just said that he can go if he wants to, and don't be kicked out by then.

I went back to school and quickly forgot about him.

When I went back, I saw that the door of his house had been locked, the iron lock was rusted, and the door was covered with dense cobwebs, as if there was no human breath.

……

There was a small climax when the narration reached here, and Gu Sui had to act alone in the next scene.

The make-up artist tossed for hours, put a mask on his face, and replaced the wig with gray hair.The person in the mirror is completely old, his brows and eyes are full of tiredness and vicissitudes, like the setting sun, only a pair of eyes are still clear, no matter how many years and hardships he has experienced, they are still the same as before.

Gu Sui filmed a group of scenes in front of the grave, an outdoor scene.

Liu Yaochun went to Taiwan alone, and when he arrived there, when Fu Huaisheng's name was mentioned, people would ask him if he was a former friend of General Fu's.

Liu Yaochun said yes, but he didn't have Fu Huaisheng's contact information, and he certainly couldn't easily know where the general lived. After many twists and turns, he finally found his home.

But he didn't see Fu Huaisheng, only his family members.

The well-maintained middle-aged woman wearing the jade bracelet asked him politely if he was Liu Yaochun, a friend of her deceased husband who was in mainland China before. She lost her voice for a moment, and after a long silence, she said, "It's just an ordinary friend."

It turned out that Fu Huaisheng had died a long time ago, and died of lung cancer just a few years ago.

Liu Yaochun used to hate him for smoking, and told him to stop smoking over and over again, but he didn't listen.

Maybe his wife persuaded him in the same way later, and he probably wouldn't listen.

Liu Yaochun followed the woman to his cemetery. It was a birch forest, and there was a clean tombstone standing in the wind, with Fu Huaisheng's name written on it.

After the woman took him to the cemetery, she left knowingly and without prying into the relationship between this man and her husband, which is the style of a lady.

In the monitor, Gu Sui stood quietly in front of the camera, his back was slightly bent, and his walk was unnatural, which was the root cause of his illness in the early years.

He just stood there quietly, staring at the tombstone, without tears or other emotions in his eyes.

The world is vast and the wind is weak. He stood like a sculpture, and finally spoke, "Fu Huaisheng, you don't keep your promise." Even his voice was old and hoarse, without any waves.

Liu Yaochun looked at the words on the tombstone, the 29 strokes, as if he had carved them into his heart with a knife, he remembered every word and every stroke clearly.

This is him, yes.

He let himself wait for him, let himself wait for him to come back, but he married a wife and had children, and had a happy and perfect family.

Liu Yaochun saw his children, there were three of them, two elder brothers and one younger sister, they all looked a lot like Fu Huaisheng, especially those two elder brothers, they were almost carved out of his youthful appearance.

The younger sister looks like her mother, soft and beautiful, like a woman from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Their mother can see that she was a beauty when she was young, gentle and understanding, knowing what to say and what not to say, and knowing how to measure.

"You asked me to wait for you, and I waited."

The Sauvignon Blanc that he secretly put in Fu Huaisheng's parcel seemed to have become a joke.

There is a time in the morning and a time in the evening, and the tide still knows that there are two times in the day.People grow up and part.

There is a time to come, a time to go, the swallow still knows the society and returns.There is no fixed time for the king to travel.

He just asked softly, "What about you?"

Lost a lifetime of time and energy, all he got in exchange was a pair of lame legs and a wrinkled face?

When Liu Yaochun came out of the cemetery, it was sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, and all his spirits seemed to return in an instant.

The woman who came to pick him up politely asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner together, Liu Yaochun thanked her for her kindness, and said no, the woman rolled her eyes softly, and said something casually when seeing him off , "Huaisheng used to like listening to operas the most, especially listening to the drunken concubine. He said that there was an old man in mainland China who sang Concubine Yang the best he had ever heard. This old man... is he sir?"

"Don't dare to be that." Liu Yaochun smiled at her, and said lightly, "I'm old, I can't sing anymore."

The eyes of the two met, and they both saw something, tacitly.

Liu Yaochun was dragged into a long shadow by the setting sun, limping and slowly disappearing into the small alley.

……

At this point in the story, turn to the perspective of "I".

The young man said in a nostalgic voice——Later, when I happened to pass by Liu Yao's house, I found that there had been a different house, and the woman washing clothes with a wooden basin inside the door was shouting at her naughty family. The son came back early for dinner.

Men's voices came from inside the house. The men were playing cards in the house. The voices were lively, as if the loneliness of this yard had never existed before.

I hesitated for a long time, and with a few bags of fruit in my hand, I went in and asked Liu Yao if he had moved to another place.

The hostess asked me who he was, and I said he was the son of a former friend of his.My dad would be pissed off if he knew what I said, but he wouldn't know.

The hostess of the house said that Liu Yao had died a long time ago. On the way back to Taiwan, she ran out of money and died of illness on the way back to Suzhou.

She described it vividly, saying, "Poor thing, he died of illness like that on the way, and died in a foreign country, and even Hun'er will not be able to find his way home in the future."