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On the wall between No. 9 and No. 10 North Street, the ivy brothers were chatting again.
Brother: My husband saw the movie star cooking instant noodles last night. Are instant noodles really that delicious?
Brother: It should be delicious.
Brother: My husband also made him soft-boiled eggs. Yesterday, the boss Ayan also wanted to eat them, but my husband gave him a bowl of soup.
Brother: Ha. ha.
Brother: You probably miss Mr. Beihai a little bit.
Brother: But my husband is dead.
Brother: Yes.
Brother: Yes.
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Xu Bai found that the window of the study room next door had been open recently. Sometimes he looked up and saw Fu Xitang standing by the window holding a book or coffee.
Is the big boss supervising the work?
After filming another scene, Jiang Sheng quickly gave Xu Bai a cane. Xu Bai walked to his rest chair and sat down on crutches. He tilted his head back and turned to look at the next door.
There is no one at the window again.
"Brother Xu, what are you looking at?" Jiang Sheng asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Xu Bai smiled, wiped his sweat a little, and took a sip of water. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Even at home, Shen Qingshu buttoned the top button of his coat and covered himself in panic.
What Xu Bai didn't see was that Fu Xitang was already sitting on the terrace at this moment. Today Ayan washed the sheets and hung them on them. The white sheets were fluttering in the wind, sometimes revealing Fu Xitang sitting in the corner of the terrace.
He is sitting on a white chair with a small round coffee table in front of him. Today¡¯s tea is English milk tea with hazelnut cake. Fu Xitang only took a small bite of the cake. At this time, Fu Xitang was leaning back on the chair slightly leisurely, wearing a loose white shirt made of linen and black trousers. The sleeves were a bit like puff sleeves, British style. His legs were crossed, and the book "A Flower" was placed on his lap. Sometimes I would turn a page, and sometimes I would stop and write something on it with a pen.
Suddenly the sound of reading poetry came from next door.
"Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent?"
"I am just a flower."
The young man¡¯s voice was clear and full of emotion, which made Fu Xitang couldn¡¯t help but stop writing and look next door again. Xu Bai next door was just rehearsing, constantly adjusting his emotions, and then humbly accepted Yao Zhang's guidance.
There will be a scene in the play where Shen Qingshu reads poetry, but what is very embarrassing is that he is the only one in this scene. In other words, he had to recite poetry to the air, a one-man show.
This is not a recitation in class, nor is it a gathering of many progressive young people shouting impassioned slogans. Xu Bai feels that if he does not grasp the timing well, when the movie is released, the audience will laugh uncontrollably in the cinema.
No, Yao Zhang will chop him up before the movie is released.
"No, no, no, you can't do this. You listen to me - I am just a flower. It should be like this. Your tone should be more calm. Don't stress the word flower. Just imagine" Yao Zhang He has always adhered to his demanding requirements for every scene and every line, and live recording is no joke.
Xu Bai nodded repeatedly, and then ran to the corner of the garden alone to think about it. The wall blocked his figure, but the sound still reached Fu Xitang's ears along the wind.
Tagore.
Fu Xitang remembers these two poems. You live too long. You always have a lot of free time to kill. Reading is a good choice. So he looked down at the book in his hand again, and found some blurry comments on the corner of the page.
The annotations were written in blue ink, and each stroke was carefully written, but it looked weak and a bit childish. At first glance, it looked like the font of a primary school student.
He would ask questions about some details of the article, and would also use wavy lines to underline sentences that he thought were particularly well written, and draw a small heart next to them.
¡°One small heart, two small hearts¡ This is the twelfth small heart. Xu Bai must have been a child full of love when he was a boy.
Fu Xitang picked up the pen and continued to write something next to the blue annotation.
This afternoon Xu Bai read poems all afternoon, but he couldn¡¯t get enough of it. When he got off work, he felt a little uncomfortable in his throat. Jiang Sheng immediately bought him Pangdahai and let him drink it, but the taste was really not good.
Then, as soon as Xu Bai returned to the next door, Ayan came up to him with a bowl, "Num, rock sugar snow pear."
&n??¡ª¡ªI went to the library to look for it, but I couldn't find it. I have to go to the used book market with my mother tomorrow. I will definitely find it.
The third time, after a long time, was also the last time, he wrote - is there really this book Mr. Beihai? They all said I was a liar.
There is also an unhappy expression with a pouty mouth drawn behind it.
This made Fu Xitang¡¯s mind unavoidably conjure up the lonely figure of a little boy.
After so many years, maybe he has recognized the reality now and no longer clings to the little obsessions he had when he was a child. But Fu Xitang thinks about Xu Bai's seemingly easy-going appearance now, but feels that he is not a person who "recognizes the reality" so easily. .
Rather than letting that book continue to collect dust on the bookshelf, it is better to let it continue to play its intended role. It can be regarded as a little compensation for Xu Bai.
Thinking of this, Fu Xitang said: "They are so attentive to you, they probably regard you as one of my own."
Xu Bai was immersed in the book when he suddenly heard this sentence and didn't pay much attention to it. After a moment, he felt as if he had missed something important. After thinking about it again, he looked up in surprise and said, "Your people?"
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