sinovels Chapter 96 Meow Meow Meow Meow
Chapter 96 Meow Meow Meow Meow
Before going to bed at night, Ye Yuyuan found out the small milk pot and boiled a cup of milk for Fang Huai.
Fang Huai was sitting on a high chair with bare feet, his pajama pants were half rolled up, and his fair and graceful calves were dangling in the air.He always felt that his boyfriend was very suitable for wearing an apron. He glanced back and forth at the line of Ye Yuyuan's shoulders and said slowly:
"Ms. Ye, I'm going to record "Interpretation" next month, and then "Frost" will be awarded in Cannes..."
Routine reporting of work progress has become a habit at home.
Fang Huai is very satisfied with this feeling. He likes that Ye Yuyuan is in charge of him. The bank card and all payment passwords are set to Ye Yuyuan's birthday.
"Ah."
Ye Yuyuan turned off the fire, poured the hot milk out of the milk pot, and asked with lowered eyelids:
"How long is "Interpretation" recorded?"
"Two months."
Fang Huai slightly blurred the time limit.
It is now May, and in the second half of this year, Fang Huai has given himself a lot of time.Taking advantage of the recording of "Interpretation", he bought himself a train ticket from Nanshi to Tianshi, and then back to Sichuan Province.
He had to confirm one thing, after that, he could propose to Ye Yuyuan with confidence.
If everything goes well, he hopes to get engaged in this winter. He has searched for several rings, and everything is quietly prepared.
Fang Huai wanted to marry Ye Yuyuan, and he wanted Ye Yuyuan to stay by his side forever.
"Two months." Ye Yuyuan repeated the word, remained silent for a while, and then nodded.
They turned on the kitchen night light.This is a top-floor apartment in the city center, and it was deserted a few months ago, until Fang Huai moved in.
A few comics were spread out on the coffee table, game controllers were randomly thrown on the TV cabinet, large T-shirts and haute couture suits were hung in the closet regardless of each other, and many green plants were scattered on the balcony. When the sun comes out, the wind blows It grows as soon as it blows.
Fang Huai also bought the small night light abroad. It looks a bit like a glazed lamp. The color is soft and hazy, much like Ye Yuyuan's eyes.
Fang Huai held the glass and took a sip of hot milk, looked at Ye Yuyuan, and suddenly called him:
"baby."
Ye Yuyuan packed his things, and at the same time he walked over, he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt: "Yes."
He looked at Fang Huai with slightly raised eyebrows, asking what's wrong.
Fang Huai looked at him for a while.
He always felt that when he just looked over, Ye Yuyuan's pupils seemed to have changed.A somewhat subtle, gentle obsidian lightening with a touch of glass-metal.
"It's nothing," he said, shaking his head, "Come and kiss."
He thought in his heart that he was paranoid, that he was not normal, and it seemed strange to anyone.
Then gave Ye Yuyuan a milky kiss.
"Interpretation" is more like a popular science program than a variety show.
It is supported by state funds, and has been published for many issues, and it has a good reputation and popularity.Moreover, the program group is very thoughtful, not conservative, and the format has been learning from the changes of the times. For example, last year, following the big trend, it adopted the mode of combining live broadcast and editing, and introduced barrage and real-time science popularization exploration and interaction.
The big topic I did the year before last was the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Tang and Song Dynasties the year before last, the Wei, Jin, Ming and Qing Dynasties last year, and this year it is finally the turn of modern times.
Fang Huai's popularity can be said to be one of the best among his peers. In addition, he starred in Lin Shuheng in "Frost", the program team thought of asking him to be Lin Shuheng's "interpreter" in this feature, as a special guest.
After many years, "Interpretation" has also gradually developed from indoors at the beginning to a combination of outdoors and indoors.For example, last year, the interpreters retook the ancient Silk Road to interpret history, and the audience responded very well.
Fang Huai set off on a rainy day.
Fang Huai was a little bit reluctant to part with Ye Yuyuan again, and said goodbye many times and didn't want to leave.Ye Yuyuan sent him to the airport, but finally the program team urged him to die, so Fang Huaicai dragged his suitcase and got out of the car.
He got out of the car and thought about it for a few steps, then turned back and knocked on the window: "Baby, let me hug you."
Ye Yuyuan was silent for a while, opened the car door, and directly hugged Fang into the car and kissed him.
Fang Huai actually didn't want to kiss him, but when Ye Yuyuan kissed him, he didn't want to leave.
Ye Yuyuan didn't speak, but Fang Huai suddenly felt that Ye Yuyuan should also be reluctant, maybe even more serious than him.
The breath carries the coolness and humidity of early summer, and the gardenias are already in bloom.
"Huaihuai," Ye Yuyuan was silent for a while, and whispered in his ear, "...come back early."
"I'll wait for you at home," he added.
Fang Huai's heart was trembling, and the tip of his nose was a little sour.
After a while, he said sullenly, "Okay."
Fang Huai thought to himself that when he came back, he would no longer be Ye Yuyuan's boyfriend.
He wants to be Ye Yuyuan's fiancé.
Fang Huai met with the resident guests of "Interpretation" and boarded the plane. There are two resident guests of "Interpretation", one is a middle-aged man who is actually a cross talk talker named Lao Hu, and the other is a delicate and gentle associate professor who teaches history at W University, named Li Wan.
The recording hadn't officially started yet, the three of them chatted casually, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
The first stop was Tianshi, where Lin Shuheng spent the last part of his life.Afterwards, I will fly to Sichuan Province, and then return to Nanshi, and walk along the life trajectory of Lin Shuheng, most of the time in Sichuan Province.
From 14 to 26 years old, Lin Shuheng spent 12 years here.
"Is Fang Huai from Sichuan Province?" Li Wan looked at him carefully, then smiled, "It looks like it."
Fang Huai touched his nose, a little surprised: "I am."
But few people can guess it.Because Fang Huai didn't grow up in a crowd, Fang Jianguo's accent is whatever his accent is.
Fang Jianguo is a person who usually speaks standard Mandarin, but when he gets emotional, he speaks Tianjin dialect, Sichuan dialect and various dialects mixed in.
Li Wan stroked her chin and said, "My boyfriend is from Chengdu, and many boys in Sichuan are fair and clean."
Some are also particularly fearful of guilt.
She looked at Fang Huai like someone who spoiled her girlfriend...or her boyfriend.The first thing I did when I got off the plane was to make a phone call to report, and that tone of voice was so sweet.
Also, the love affair was announced generously at the Yinhua Awards before.
Fang Huai actually lost some fans when he announced the news that he was in a relationship.
He was born in "Stellar Light" at the beginning, and a large part of his fans are girlfriend fans and wife fans, not to mention that he has just turned 19 years old, and it is not very good for him to announce his relationship so early.
But his timing was clever.
I said this matter lightly after winning the Yinhua Award, because the silver birch award and the seahorse award were shortlisted, and the large-scale removal of girlfriend fans had little impact on his career-his commercial image has changed , now he is no longer a traffic niche who needs fans to recharge and consume for love, but many people are willing to pay for his talent.
The composition of fans has also been dominated by younger girlfriend fans, and a transition to rational fans has been completed.If nothing else happens, as long as he doesn't do anything himself in the future, there will be a lot less gossip in the fan circle.In the short term, the popularity seems to be declining, but it will benefit a lot for personal long-term development.
I have to say, very courageous.
The next day, the recording and live broadcast of "Interpretation" officially started.
The live broadcast is a live broadcast on the Internet, and it has similarities and differences with the edited version that is officially edited and broadcast on CCTV.The material of the edited version comes from the live broadcast and some separate supplementary clips, while the live version of "Interpretation" is more suitable for young people to watch, full of fun and exploration.
For example, today, Fang Huai held the camera and used the No.1 camera to broadcast live.Fang Huai has been trained before, and his hands are very steady, and they hardly shake.
It was just after eight o'clock at this time, and the whole city woke up, with a smell unique to northern cities.
Fang Huai, Li Wan and Lao Hu looked like three independent tourists, carrying bags and wearing sun hats, eating breakfast at a roadside shop.
"This is soy milk." Fang Huai held the camera and took a close-up of the breakfast seriously. "This is fried dough sticks and soup dumplings."
[Hahahahaha, of course I know. 】
【His tone seems to say 'this is methylpropanol acetate reagent'. 】
【Come here to watch the winner of the Golden Tree Award, the voice is too nice, my ears are going to be lost by Su. 】
Fang Huai's mobile phone was placed upside down on the table, and the pendant on the earphone dust hole was a small robot model.He pointed the camera at his mobile phone again and said:
"Also, this is given to me by my baby."
【…】
[Ptah is limited to the first PE01 model, a rich man's game, farewell. 】
[Feed me dog food early in the morning, thank you. 】
[The price of lemons in the supermarket next door has been reduced again, everyone come and eat them! ! 】
Fang Huai smiled again, then moved away from the camera, and asked Li Wan and Lao Hu to introduce themselves step by step.Lao Hu was originally talking about cross talk, and the three of them were not bored. It seemed that they were talking about a cross talk during breakfast, which was very characteristic of Tianshi.
After breakfast was the highlight, they went to Lin Shuhengsheng's former mansion in Tianshi, which is now a semi-open attraction.
It was different from what I imagined, it was a very small and ordinary two-story house, even after renovation and maintenance, there were still traces of dilapidation.
"We are at Mr. Lin Shuheng's former residence," Fang Huai said. "He was imprisoned here for eight months until he died for the country."
【ah?So this issue is about Lin Shuheng? 】
【I don't like Lin Shuheng... He seems to be a rapist and a homosexual, and he also smokes marijuana. In the end, he died because he died for his country, so he was all whitewashed. I don't understand. 】
[I have a hunch that there will be a quarrel. 】
[The rape is a rumor, it was framed.He doesn't smoke marijuana either, just a cigarette addiction. 】
Lin Shuheng was originally a very controversial figure.
Before recording the program, the director asked him to record an interview alone.The director asked him: "What kind of person do you think Lin Shuheng is?"
Fang Huai hardly thought about it, looked at the camera and said, "Lin Shuheng is a hero."
And Fang Huai still thinks so.
He gripped the camera tightly and said softly as he walked forward, "He's a hero."
The person Fang Jianguo loves is a hero.
[I also think that Lin Shuheng is a very gentle person in his bones. 】
[...Hero shit, don’t talk nonsense if you’re uneducated, okay?Apart from the fact that he died for keeping secrets, what good deeds did he do? 】
[Objectively speaking, Lin Shuheng is a rather controversial person. 】
Fang Huai entered the mansion, followed the staff's instructions to the basement, and gently shook the doorknob.
The basement was only decided to be opened to the public today, and Fang Huai will be the first person to see it besides the restorers.History drags the wind of early summer to overlap with the time of this world, and dust falls on the doorknob.
Fang Huai exhaled lightly and pushed open the door.
The creaking sound of the door opening was like some kind of wonderful potion, sparks that produced a chemical reaction by friction and collision with the air, aroused a small current in Fang Huai's brain, and suddenly something was pushed aside, and it poured out like a flood.
The damp wind and pictures from many years ago came one after another.
——"The place where uncle lives is small and dark, and there are no interesting things, you may not like it."
--"How old are you."
——"Four years old, do you like cloth tigers?"
At that time there were already telephones, but they were not popularized.Fang Huai remembered that he was brought to the town by Fang Jianguo at that time. There was only one dial telephone in the whole town. Lin Shuheng's voice was very low and gentle.
Fang Huai thought at the time that the place where Lin Shuheng lived must be a bright and spacious place that would not be very cold in winter.
Some fragmentary pictures crowded into his mind, before Fang Huai had time to catch them, they drifted away quickly with the wind.
Lin Shuheng spent the last eight months of his life here. It was a small and humid space with a simple and even crude desk. There was a map hanging on the wall. The complete territory of Huaguo was carefully circled. There is a calligraphy brush on it: "Fuxing".
The things on the desk were kept as they were, and several books and documents were stacked and arranged. Some documents had already been damaged, and the plastic packaging had been repaired.
It was rumored that Lin Shuheng spent the last eight months of his life in Tianshi, whoring, smoking marijuana, and getting drunk in a small building in the foreign concession.But at this time, it seems that it is obviously not the case.
This small room is not an exaggeration to call it a prison.With a single iron bed and very tall and small windows, he was only allowed to go out once a month.
As for the documents on the desktop, there are a total of 23 letters, all of which are 'statements of guilt'.
The traitors helped him draw up a confession letter that forced Lin Shuheng to sign, asking him to surrender with his troops and intelligence, promising him endless glory and wealth.And at the back of each letter, there is a letter written by Lin Shuheng——
'Lin Shuheng is not guilty'.
The 'not guilty' on the last document was even written in blood, and he had no pen and ink at hand.
Homosexuality is not a sin, nor is patriotism.
Behind the desk was a whole cabinet of appalling instruments of torture, rusted and browned, but it was not hard to imagine what they were all used for.
Fang Huai didn't speak for a long time, and the barrage fell into a brief silence.
After a long time, Fang Huai suddenly turned off the camera without saying a word.
The live broadcast room cuts to the cameraman's perspective, and the boy's figure can be vaguely seen through the crack of the half-closed door.His back is straight and tense, his thin back looks a little thin, revealing a small half of his handsome side face, his eyes are slightly red.
Fang Huai went to the shelf in the corner.
There is a small cloth tiger, it is very old, very old, the stitches are messy and clumsy, as if someone groped and sewed it carefully, and the word "王" on the top of the head is crooked.The little tiger was holding a letter made of cloth with a few words sewn on it.
"Give it to the children".
It didn't know if the person it was waiting for would come, but it still stubbornly huddled in a small dark corner and waited, with its head raised.
Now the person it was waiting for has finally arrived.
It's just 80 years too late.
That night, Fang Huai returned to the hotel and stayed there for a long time without recovering.
On the one hand, it is because of Lin Shuheng's experience, and on the other hand...
He actually lived for more than 80 years.
He just felt that there was no sense of reality at all, and his cognition of self-existence had never been so chaotic.
The one with the clearest memory didn't look like a fake at all. He remembered saying to the phone, 'I'm four years old this year', and even more remembered that it was the only dial-up phone in the town.If he was really an ordinary person, by the time he was four years old, the telephone would have been common by now.
Fang Huai looked down at his hand suspiciously. What the hell is he?
Would Ye Yuyuan think he was strange?
"..."
Fang Huai quickly put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If Ye Yuyuan was not a normal person but a person with a long lifespan, he would not find him strange.
Just regret it.
It's a pity that I can't grow old with Ye Yuyuan, just thinking about it.
Tianshi's next stop was Sichuan Province. After recording the program, Fang Huai asked for leave from the program team.
He wants to go home.
In his memory, he spent seven years in the mountains from the age of four to 11, and then went abroad.
...Why do you want to go abroad?As far as he could remember, Fang Jianguo took him to live alone, and why?
Fang Huai couldn't understand it before, but now he seems to understand it vaguely.
If he is not a normal person at all, and time flows slowly on him, then it is impossible for them to live among the crowd without attracting attention.
Something must have happened when I was 11 years old.
Fang Huai didn't tell anyone about his leave, not even his agent, not even Ye Yuyuan.He first took a bus to the county seat, and then changed to a motorcycle from the county seat. Finally, the motorcycle had nowhere to go, so he changed to an ox cart.
"Your son lives in the mountains?" The uncle driving the cattle looked at him with vacant eyes, "I still come to visit the grave."
"I live in the mountains." Fang Huai said in dialect.
He glanced at the uncle a few times and felt that something was wrong.The uncle looked to be in his sixties, smiling, with crescent-shaped scars at the corners of his eyes.
A little familiar.
"Tuigui," the uncle took another look and exclaimed, "Son, isn't your father-in-law called Fang...Fang Huai? You look alike to him."
Fang Huai: "..."
This uncle Fang Huai had seen him when he was a child, he was the son of a butcher in the town, and he was about the same age as Fang Huai at that time.
Personal experience and acknowledgment are two different things, Fang Huai's world view is about to collapse, it's incredible.
"You live up there? Don't go to the mountains too often these days," the uncle said cheerfully, "It's not safe, there seems to be fugitives."
"Thank you." Fang Huai didn't pay much attention.
The last part of the road could only be walked on two legs. When Fang Huai climbed up the mountain and found his home, it was almost nightfall.
The small yard was fenced off with wooden stakes, and the area that was originally arable land was covered with weeds, the small wooden house was partially covered, and moldy dry firewood was piled up in the backyard.
The glass tank he made for the fish was moved outside and placed next to the door where the dogs used to sleep.
It was as if an invisible steel rope had tightened the stomach, and the abdominal cavity was sore all the way to the heart.
Fang Huai was a little afraid to go in right away, it was almost night, the sunset glow in the mountains was unbelievably beautiful, the twilight glowed on the lake, it was so beautiful that it could make a documentary, and the camellias were in bloom.Fang Huai peeled off a lollipop, bypassed the yard where he had lived for nearly ten years, and walked towards the lake behind the yard.
The lake is full of running water. It dried up during the severe drought before, and then slowly rose back up. It was quite deep. Fang Jianguo used to tell Fang Huai that there were water monsters.
Fang Huai climbed onto a tree by the lake, holding a lollipop in his mouth.
He had good eyesight, and suddenly saw some things by the lake, including mobile phones and bags, which seemed to be traces of someone's activities.
Fang Huai thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered what the uncle said 'there are fugitives', and his heart skipped a beat.
He wanted to call Ye Yuyuan, thought about it, and finally called Shi Feiran.
"Hello?" Shi Feiran picked up the phone almost immediately, "Fang Huai, where are you? Why don't you tell me if you're on leave? Mr. Ye called me once every 10 minutes, and he was so anxious to call the police, you... you What have you been doing?"
"Sorry, the situation is a bit special now, I'm..."
The setting sun sank little by little from the horizon, the whole lake was shimmering, and the evening wind carried the smell of camellia.Just when the twilight was finally about to darken, an unknown mountain wind suddenly rose.
Fang Huai's words suddenly stopped.
At a distance of tens of meters, he met a pair of dark golden vertical pupils.