At the turn of Jinlan

Because of the delay in the afternoon, it was almost eight o'clock when Meng Lian arrived at the troupe.

As soon as he entered the door, a staff member came to him and told him that his teacher, Mr. Song, had come to guard and guide him. The old man had been busy all afternoon and was resting in the office at this time.

Meng Lian responded, explained to her assistant Yan Yan, and walked towards the office on the second floor.

Song Qiuting is old now, and Meng Lian's master is taking care of everything in the troupe.

A few days ago, the old man had only been touring various places for a month, and this was just returning to City Z.

Song Qiuting can't come to the troupe a few times a month, but his former office has been kept, and it hasn't changed a little from decades ago.

The interior of the office is decorated in a very Chinese style, with a touch of the times.

Now the sky outside is completely dark, there are three or two stars falling in the sky, and the autumn cicadas hidden in the trees outside the house are singing intermittently, but at this time there is only a warm yellow floor lamp on in the house.

The air is filled with agarwood mixed with the aroma of Jin Junmei's brewing, refreshing and strong. This kind of aroma is very familiar to Meng Lian, and it basically permeates every part of his childhood memory.

Beside the window, there is a square table made of nanmu wood, tea cups and small incense burners are placed randomly, and a game of Go is placed in the center.On the chair beside him, an old man was carefully reading the book in his hand with a pair of reading glasses.

Although the old man has passed seventy years, he still has the posture of chaste pines and strong cypresses, with a straight back and no signs of aging.

As if hearing a soft knock at the door, the old man put down the scroll in his hand and looked towards the door. When he saw someone coming, his originally serious eyebrows and eyes were instantly stained with a warm smile.

Before the age of six, Meng Lian had a slight autistic tendency, and it didn't get better until she started studying drama.

When she was young, Meng Lian was white and soft, with grape-like eyes, black and round, timid and timid, he was a very tender little guy.

It was Meng Lian's grandmother who found the abnormality. Meng Lian has been a little introverted since she was a child, she doesn't like to talk, and she is not interested in toys that other children are keen on. Instead, she likes to stare blankly at something.

It was the summer when I was three years old. Grandma Meng brought back a bag of ruddy and juicy peaches. As soon as I got home, I saw Xiao Menglian sitting on the bench and watching the electric fan turning in the living room seriously. Go to the kitchen to wash the fruit and prepare dinner.

About an hour later, Grandma Meng came out of the kitchen and found that Xiao Menglian was still in the same posture as before an hour ago, watching carefully in front of the floor-standing electric fan.

The old lady felt something was wrong, walked in and saw that little Meng Lian's cheeks were flushed by the cold wind, and her whole body was burning hot.But the little guy didn't seem to notice the changes in his body at all, and he was still obsessed with observing the constantly rotating fan blades.

That night, Meng Lian was sent to the hospital. Although the fever was under control, she also received a medical certificate for high-functioning autism.

Only then did Meng Lian's family realize the seriousness of the matter.

At that time, Meng Lian's older brother, Meng Yuan, was already in primary school, and the science class in the school was about species and life. In order to finish his brother's homework of incubating chickens, Meng's father bought a small imported incubator and came back.

Meng Yuan has always been a careful person since he was a child, and when he discovered that his younger brother liked to observe objects, he begged Father Meng for two eggs.

The two newly arrived eggs are only about the size of two knuckles of a little finger. When compared among five or six eggs, they are small and cute, and they stand out.

But with the eggs, Xiao Menglian gave up the fan that made him sick, and quietly guarded in front of the incubator with a small bench.

With too much concentration, he can keep watch for two or three hours a day, staring intently at the bird eggs that have not changed in a short period of time.

Big brother Meng Yuan's chicks were put into the box early and hatched early.They broke their shells in twos and threes, and under the guidance of grandma and grandma, they successfully became the best mother chicken in the class.

Seeing the chicks grow up day by day, Xiao Menglian's parrot has no intention of breaking its shell.

It wasn't until his elder brother Meng Yuan took his basket of chickens to school to hand in his homework that Meng Lian's eggs started to move.

The first one to hatch was a small sunflower parrot, and the one behind was a black phoenix.At that time, Meng Lian was too young to know the names of the two little parrots accurately, so grandma let Meng Lian name them. Little Meng Lian spoke in a childish voice at that time, and called Xuan Feng A Feng, The little sunflower is called sunflower.

So the two little male birds have their own boudoir names.

Later, the two old ladies followed the doctor's advice and decided to choose music therapy, and planned to enroll Xiao Menglian in an art class.

After trying to learn many subjects, Xiao Menglian didn't seem very interested.At that time, Meng Lian's grandmother was still the chairman of the National Dramatists Association, so she took Meng Lian to the National Theater to listen to a play.

At that time, the classic play "Mu Guiying in Command" was being performed, and the old lady found that Meng Lian was a little different from ordinary people when she was watching the opera.Although she was still staring quietly at a certain place as before, it seemed to be the crown beads and shaking feathers of the purple gold crown on Mu Guiying's head.But the only difference was that Meng Lian's eyes were very bright at that time, as if he was concentrating on it.

Later, Meng's father invited a teacher to come to the house to lay the foundation for Meng Lian.Meng Lian has a strong concentration since she was a child, and she has more patience and perseverance than her peers, and she has laid a solid foundation.

Later, through the introduction of Meng Lian's grandma, he joined the Song School and began to practice Huadan.

This became a turning point for Meng Lian's recovery from autism.

It can be said that a large part of Meng Lian's recovery is due to his meeting with his master Song Qiuting.

Although the autistic tendency has been completely cured now, there is still a small problem that has not been corrected so far.This is why Meng Lian likes to quietly observe the things he cares about.For example, the electric fan that kept turning in the past, or the slowly hatching parrot eggs, and the current Fei Yingxing.

He doesn't just stay on superficial observations, he also keeps what he observes firmly in his heart.

If there is any change, it is probably that with the maturity of the mind, it has gradually changed from looking openly in the past to observing secretly now.

At this time, just as Meng Lian walked into the room, Song Qiuting called Meng Lian to have a hand-in-hand conversation with him.

Song Qiuting also taught Meng Lian Go, so he had to lose completely every time he faced his master.But every time Nianzai won the chess, the old man would be happy for a long time, so Meng Lian was happy to use this to make the old man happy.

Meng Lian looked at Song Qiuting's fingertips when he fell, the knuckles were as dry as bark, and Meng Lian inadvertently remembered what happened when he first started.

At that time, he had just been apprenticed to a teacher, but the first basic skill was taught by his master Song Qiuting.

What Huadan pays most attention to is the rhythm between fingers, so Meng Lian first learned the ability to pinch Rulan's fingers.For Meng Lian, who was just getting started, Song Qiuting's fingers seemed to have magical powers, and with any gesture, he could pinch out a delicate orchid.

The old man was thinking slowly with a chess piece under his fingertips. Meng Lian sat across from him with his eyelashes drooping, waiting silently. After a while, his master smiled and said, "I just went out to patrol around Son, come back and Yan Yan will tell you that you have transferred?"

"Have you heard?"

Meng Lian was taken aback when he heard the words, he raised his eyes to look at the kind-hearted master opposite him, hummed in his throat, and saw the old man settle down and secure the victory.

"Have you been bullied?" Song Qiuting tapped the chessboard with his knuckles, in the usual gesture of admonishing his disciples, although the corners of his eyes behind the reading glasses were wrinkled, but those eyes were clear and full of energy.

Meng Lian shook his head at this moment.

He didn't dare to tell the master about beating Ji Chen at that time.

After all, he was the one who beat him first, and he was the one who made mistakes both emotionally and rationally. Meng Lian's face was tainted with shame, and he lowered his head obediently, not daring to look up at Mr. Song. The roots of the ears turned red.

Seeing Meng Lian's hesitant look, Song Qiuting knew, Xiao Lian had either made a mistake, or had entered puberty and had his own little secret, so he didn't want to confide in this old man anymore.Song Qiuting thought of Meng Lian, who was filial and well-behaved in the past, and talked to him all the time, and for a while showed a nostalgic and lonely expression.

"If you don't like it, just go to another place and read as usual." Even at this age, due to the proper protection of the voice, Song Qiuting's voice is still a little clear.Like the two old ladies of Meng Lian's family, he doted on Meng Lian, his disciple and grandson, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was his own grandson.Song Qiuting took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Anyway, I'm still waiting to be a judge for Xiao Lian, so I'll show those old guys the standard of our Song School's successors."

As a top opera master in the country, Mr. Song has always been a reviewer for the Z opera drama department, and all the leading figures in the opera world are scoring together.The old man is old and should have stepped down, but in order to show off his precious disciples in front of his old friends and rivals, he insisted on doing a few more years of judging, and was going to sit in until the end of Meng Lian's art exam next year.

"It's pretty good in practice now. If you follow everyone and study hard, you don't have to worry about your cultural achievements." The old man actually sees it quite clearly. "Now, just being able to sing is not enough."

"Yeah." Meng Lian's eyelashes flickered, and when the master talked about the current school, her face softened a lot, "The students in the real school are all excellent. I feel that I am still a bit behind."

Song Qiuting put the teacup away, and smiled lightly, with deep smile lines on the corners of his mouth, "What are you afraid of, work hard, and follow them."

Ever since he was a child, Song Qiuting was very concerned about Meng Lian's studies, and would ask about it every now and then, especially after the final exam, the first person to call was his teacher, Mr. Song.He is usually very strict with others, but when facing Meng Lian, he even asked with a smile on the phone: Xiao Lian, did you do well or not in the exam.

Although Meng Lian suffered from high-functioning autism when he was young, everyone was worried that it would affect his intelligence. Fortunately, Meng Lian's grades have been good since then. Except for a little partial subject, everything else is generally normal.

When Meng Lian was a child, whenever he failed in the exam, he would only tell his master that he kept it hidden from his grandma, grandma and brother.

Seeing that the master's cup was empty, Meng Lian hurriedly brewed another pot. Song Qiuting saw that Meng Lian was holding the cup with three fingers and pouring the mellow tea into the justice cup. Looking at the rising hot smoke, Slowly, he asked about the next season's repertoire.

In the next season, the troupe will perform the traditional piece "Yutangchun", which is a famous piece in the drama that expresses the love between men and women.The story is selected from Feng Menglong's "Jing Shi Tong Yan", which tells the story of the marriage between the famous prostitute Su San and Wang Jinglong, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of History, in the Ming Dynasty. It is a rare and happy ending.

This time the repertoire was assigned to Meng Lian, who played the famous prostitute Su San. The actors of the three troupes collaborated and it was a very large-scale performance.This is the first time that Meng Lian has played a leading role in this scale of production.Meng Lian rarely plays the leading role in such emotionally themed repertoires, which is a very challenging task for young opera actors.

Although the rehearsal of "Yutangchun" hasn't started yet, Mr. Song has seen the video of Meng Lian's solo audition these days, and there are still many places where emotion is lacking, but this is probably a common problem of young actors, and their understanding of love Not deep enough, so there is no way to express it maturely.

Song Qiuting is also someone who has been there, he didn't rush to comment on Meng Lian's shortcomings, but pretended to ask a question casually to Meng Lian from a different angle, "Xiao Lian, but have you found a sweetheart recently?"

Meng Lian suddenly froze when he heard the old man asking him such a question. He put down the hot justice cup in his hand, sat upright and raised his eyelashes to look back at the old man Song opposite, with panic and shyness hidden in his eyes.

As soon as Song Qiuting saw his expression, he knew that this child probably had a sweetheart.

"Forget it...forget it." Meng Lian's eyes dodged a little, his eyelashes flickered, and the tips of his ears were red, but he didn't want to lie to the master.

Song Qiuting can be regarded as a person who has lived to a certain age, and his heart is wide open. Just by looking at Meng Lian's expression, he can guess very well. He knows that Xiao Lian is easily shy, so he didn't intend to ask the question to the end.

The old man caressed the warm teacup with one hand, smiled kindly and said: "The drama "Yutangchun" is not enough if you have kung fu. The ups and downs of Su San's emotions are the most important part. It's hard to think about it. You Go back in a few days and think carefully about what kind of expression you should have between your brows and eyes when you see your sweetheart."

Meng Lian was stumped by this task.

When he saw Fei Yingxing, he couldn't take a mirror to look at himself, and he couldn't find the answer after thinking about it.

By the time he returned home after rehearsal, it was already 10:30 in the evening.

After taking a hasty shower, he lay on the bed frowning and thinking for a while, the phone vibrated, and he touched it from the bedside, and there was a new message on WeChat.

It's from U.

For several days in a row, I sent some street view pictures of City Z in the evening. Different locations and angles, although the colors were carefully adjusted and filters were added, they were still filled with a strong sense of life. Meng Lian declared: I'm back in City Z, do you want to come out and see me?

This was already a very blatant hint, and anyone with a discerning eye could detect the meaning inside, but Meng Lian only received the information that the other party had returned to China, and returned a lot of pictures and videos of the parrot in return.However, Meng Lian still noticed that the locations of the pictures sent by U were very familiar, and they were basically in the neighborhoods near Shizhong.

Over there, Fei Yingxing looked at the two blush chickens shaking like electric motors on the phone in distress, imitating the siren of the police car.He was amused and a little disappointed in his heart. He showed the other party a lot of street scenes near Shizhong. If the other party was really Meng Lian, there would be some clues. From the beginning, he didn't want to ask the other party for photos directly. I always feel that it is not very polite, but the other party has no intention of taking the bait in such a subtle way.

what to do?It seems that you can only reveal some information to the other party from your own side first?

The two of them chatted about things like before, but today Meng Lian suddenly asked him a very interesting question.

Although he had never masked his face, Meng Lian had always regarded him as one of his few close friends in the past few years, and he had no worries about confiding in him.

Meng Lian told U what Mr. Song gave him advice today, as well as the last problem left.

Over there, Fei Yingxing focused on the message sent by the other party on the screen, until he saw the last sentence, he paused for a while and read it carefully again.

What kind of expression will you show when you see your sweetheart?

Ok? !

Fei Yingxing was so frightened that his phone almost fell to the ground.

Could it be that Meng Lian noticed something?Otherwise why ask?

on purpose? !

Fei Yingxing took a deep breath to calm down his frantically beating heart, he smiled lightly and bit his lip, his brows and eyes were inexplicably a little angry, and he waved his fingers quickly, full of sincerity and a little tentative Typed a line of words: Probably when you see someone you like, there will be a beam of light in your eyes, because the whole body of your sweetheart is shining.