Chapter 3 Duck Green Tao Inkstone

"Look, it's coming." Liang Wenmo got up and shook hands with Lu Jingyun, "Oh, Chief Lu, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Mr. Liang, Admiral has something important to do today, so Mr. Lu will go to Mr. Liang's expensive banquet on his behalf." Lu Jingyun spoke, his voice was deep and steady, and the volume was not high, but it happened to be able to be heard by everyone.

"No problem, no problem! As long as your generals are willing to reward him, Liang will be honored! Come, come, please take a seat!" Liang Wenmo smiled and led Lu Jingyun to sit on his right. He put his military cap on the table, his back straight.

This young officer was upright, and seemed to be able to deter tigers and lions, and everyone who was still chatting and laughing just now couldn't help but become cautious and sat upright.

Liang Wenmo introduced everyone to Lu Jingyun one by one, and when he introduced Huai Yan, Lu Jingyun's stern face had a loose expression. He interrupted Liang Wenmo's words, "Mr. Jiang and I met on the set."

Hearing him mentioning himself, Huai Yan's heart jumped inexplicably, and he hurriedly restrained and nodded, "Exactly."

Xu Zhengyang said on the side: "What is the fate with Chief Lu! Mr. Liang, you don't know, when we filmed "Feng Ying", thanks to Chief Lu's grace for time, we successfully finished the filming of the few scenes in the film studio! "

Liang Wenmo said in surprise: "So there is such a reason... tsk, that's the best!" He then said with a carefree tone: "Everyone, I invited the commander of the Chen'an Army to come over today, precisely to discuss the next movie. We also made everyone familiar with each other. In the future, the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Literature and Art will all be one family! My film "Browning's Love" was shot with the scenery of the military camp of Chief Lu... …”

The waiter came to serve the dishes, the small ribs simmered in the milky white broth, the lake crab and the jade lotus brought by the fast horse from the south, the stewed crispy duck feet, the translucent and attractive crystal elbows, and the extremely fresh bamboo fungus mushrooms. Soup, Xue Lihong with sesame oil... everything is exquisite and delicious, Liang Wenmo greeted the food, and everyone chatted about the plot selection in "Browning's Love" while eating, Huai Yan also read this novel. , love is extremely romantic, and the writing is gorgeous and moving, but he is a little confused at the moment, and he can't help looking at the person on Mr. Liang's right from the corner of his eye.

Last time in the hazy rain, Lu Jingyun was wearing a military cap. Huai Yan didn't really see it, he only remembered the fiery gaze like a falcon, but now sitting under the bright light, he peeked a few times, and finally used the impression of the afterglow. Put together a clear and complete handsome face.

At this time, Yang Kaifeng was talking to Lu Jingyun, and Lu Jingyun turned his head with a slight smile on his face. Huai Yan took the opportunity to look up at his profile again. This is not the Red Cliff battlefield, but he just remembered Su Shi's words of Zhou Gongjin: majestic and heroic... During the chat and laughter, the turrets vanished into ashes.

With such an air of grace, on the screen, he may look a hundred times better than me.

Huai Yan drank the soup and was thinking wildly. Fortunately, everyone knew that he was young and he had just entered the literary and art scene. He couldn't save many things, and many people didn't know him. In addition to chatting and laughing, he always served Huai Yan with food, and did not let him drink.

Lu Jingyun didn't use it very much when socializing. He only took a few chopsticks each, and drank three cups of flower carvings. He stopped the chopsticks, raised his head to meet Huai Yan's eyes, and immediately turned away.

When everyone was full, they all said they would go shopping in the garden to digest food. Liang Wenmo was interested. He liked to feed the koi in the pond, and the maid served a porcelain bowl of fish food. He pushed aside the half-dried vines and went out to the small pavilion on the west side of the garden. As soon as the fish saw the person, they swam over cleverly. Liang Wenmo twisted a small handful of food and threw it in. The golden and red koi fused together and boiled. Leaning over the railing and watching the fish fight for food, and looking up, you can see the flower actress on the small stage on the other side, it is really comfortable and free, like a fairy.

Huai Yan didn't step forward, but stopped silently a few steps behind them. He keenly felt that Lu Jingyun was also standing behind him, and a pure and tough masculine breath quickly surrounded Huai Yan, and there was a faint trace of it. The smell of tobacco and alcohol made him think far away.

It was getting dark at this time, and the lights on the other side of the bank were rippling in the pond waves, and the bright and flickering reflections were reflected on the blue bricks in front of him, but they couldn't reach the shadow of the eaves where Lu Jingyun was. Half of Huai Yan's body was bathed in water, half of his body was sinking. In the darkness, he suddenly had a strange emotion, and he hoped that the darkness behind him would come up and engulf him.

"Where are you from?" Lu Jingyun asked suddenly, his voice very soft.

"Me?" Huai Yan looked back in surprise, only to feel that his reaction was a bit silly, and now Lu Jingyun is the only one around him. But how should he answer? He doesn't know where his hometown is. When he was rescued, he was already in Yanyun City.

"It's from Yanyun... He's in the city when he beats a child." Huai Yan had no choice, so he lied, "Mr. Lu, how about you?"

"Liaobei people. It's still far from here." Lu Jingyun lowered his eyes and adjusted the belt on his waist, then sighed softly, then raised his head and looked at Huai Yan, as if it was an illusion in the night. There was a hint of confusion and tenderness in his eyes.

When I first saw him, the waves in my heart surged again, as if unfamiliar, as if familiar, as if I wanted to get in touch with him, as if pushed away by the cold sense of distance on him. Huai Yan didn't know what to say for a while, but he heard the singing on the stage at this time: "Love is not born in the heart, but it is born in the heart, sometimes it appears and sometimes disappears, it is visible but invisible..."

Singers have no intentions, listeners have a heart, and the feelings are silky, like a clear spring permeating.

When they left in the evening, everyone got into the car of their own driver or work unit. Liang Wenmo said that he was going to send Huaiyan off. Xu Zhengyang also took the car and left by himself. Huaiyan saw Lu Jingyun standing across the road and looked this way, and stopped. After a short while, he sat in the car, the lights turned on, the engine roared, and the car took him away. Huai Yan felt some undeserved loss in his heart, and he didn't even realize it.

When Liang Wenmo heard that Huai Yan lived in the old alley in the south of the city, he frowned. He pulled Huai Yan into the car, and then said that he would accompany him to pack up, and told Huai Yan to move into his house tonight.

"Isn't this bad? It's too annoying to Mr. Liang!" Huai Yan was frightened again, and he lived in Mr. Liang's house, he never thought about it!

"What are you bothering about? My father is doing business in Nanyang, my mother is on vacation in France, and my brother is in the business bureau in northern Liaoning... The three-story villa lives with my servant Lin Ma." Liang Wenmo smiled and said, "I wish I had someone to accompany me. Woolen cloth."

"But..." Huai Yan was still thinking about his excuses. In fact, he was also a little bit reluctant to live with Er Mao and Xiao Bing. Er Mao carried people on the dock, and Huai Yan also did it. He knew how hard it was, Xiao Bing. Pulling the rickshaw to support himself is enough, but he still has a sick old lady. If he is not here, what should they do if something happens to the two of them?

Seeing Huai Yan's hesitation, Liang Wenmo said, "Since we're going to shoot 'Browning's Love', the script needs to be discussed with you, the lead actor. My family lives in the north of the city, and it would be really inconvenient if I came to you every day. ."

"I'm fine, I just can't bear to have those two friends in the yard." Huai Yan could only smile softly.

"I understand, leave this to me, you don't have to worry." Liang Wenmo admired him even more when he saw that he had a lot of feelings.

"Sir... I really don't want to trouble you any more." In the cool autumn night, Huai Yan was sweating on his forehead, and he really owed him a lot.

"It's okay, you just do a good show." Liang Wenmo waved his hand, he was going to help. When the car was parked in front of the courtyard, many people in the hutong had already slept and put on their clothes again. He stuck his head out, although he didn't quite know what a movie was, but he knew that Huai Yan had "made a comeback", was in the newspaper, and was about to rise to prominence.

Ermao and Xiaobing saw that Huai Yan had changed his clothes and came back in the car. Xiaobing Niang treated her illness, and then walked into Huai Yan's house. He saw that Huai Yan was still reluctantly picking out the old books on the bookshelf, and he couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to take these with you, my house has a whole lot of books. What about the book wall! You can read it for decades, you can only take the most valuable—" He looked up at the "Huashan Lingri Map" on the wall, and couldn't help but praised in surprise: "What a wild style of brushwork, bold and powerful, Chong paper-cut face... Huai Yan, I don't want you to have such talent!"

"I can't remember what I did many years ago. Maybe I haven't picked up a pen for a long time. If I want to come back and draw again, I will be unfamiliar." Huai Yan opened the cabinet, took out a package from the innermost and held it in his arms, and took some clothes. , looked around again, and there was nothing too necessary to take, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Liang, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Liang Wenmo took the painting off the wall and carefully rolled it up, "Take this one with you, and I'll ask someone to frame it and hang it at home. Hey, what do you have in your hand? "

Huai Yan put down his clothes, opened the package, and said with a smile, "It's Tai Tao Yan."

"Oh, this is a good thing! Huang Luzhi said, 'When you grind a long stubbornly and stubbornly seal your heart, a beautiful woman's poems have a strong meaning.'" The "duck head green" of "Laokengshi", if you touch it again, you know that this inkstone is very good for ink, but the pattern on the inkstone is simpler. The boy's back stood there.

Liang Wenmo turned to the back and saw that the word "Jiang" was lightly engraved there. He immediately understood, "Ancestral treasure, no wonder! If you want to come here, Mr. Jiang's ancestors are also expensive!"

"Not at all." Huai Yan didn't know the origin of this thing, but it was his thing. When he just woke up three years ago, there was nothing on his body, only Tao Yan was hugging tightly in his arms. Under the inkstone is the picture of the Huashan Lingri, so he named himself "Huaiyan", following the word "Jiang" at the back of the inkstone as his surname.

Liang Wenmo didn't ask any more questions, and only carefully returned the inkstone to his hand. The two walked out of the room together, Ermao and Xiaobing took them to the door, and reluctantly watched Huaiyan get into the car.

When Huai Yan closed the car door in the back row, he heard someone in the onlookers whispering: "What's the air, it's just like an actor, it's all low-level..."

Huai Yan heard that it was Aunt Zhu's voice. In fact, he often played with Aunt Zhu's children in his spare time, bought him a candy man, and hopscotched with him. The child had a fever, and Brother Zhu was not at home, and he was still in the snow. He rushed to the hospital with his back violently, and immediately his heart shuddered, and a chill surged up.

"Hmph, I get it, why are the people at the bottom always at the bottom?" Liang Wenmo shook his head disdainfully and instructed the driver, "Drive!"

When Huai Yan heard this, he felt like he was stuck in his throat. He didn't know for a while, which one of Aunt Zhu and Mr. Liang's words was more harsh...

Hey, Wen Mo is very good to us, but due to the gap between identity and family background, some ideas are inevitably at odds with each other.