Chapter 4 Overnight in Liang's House

Liang Wenmo's European-style house is luxurious and extravagant. The street lamps beside the garden corridors reflect brilliant light. The rose bushes are well maintained. There are no flowers in autumn and they are not decadent. The vines and the bamboo swing next to it sway gently with the night wind. Huai Yan followed him into the door, and looked up along the off-white baroque columns at the four corners of the house. The starlight accompanied the angel's figure. It turned out that the circular dome on the third floor was inlaid with transparent glass, and the surrounding light blue background On the frescoes are pure angels with outstretched wings, and the bright moon in the night is more and more clear.

Liang Wenmo took off his suit,

vest

, took off his tie, threw it on the brown leather sofa at will, pointed to Huai Yan and said to Ma Lin, "This is Mr. Jiang, who lives here these days, you should treat him like my own brother. Take a cup of bitterness later. Ai, bring a glass of milk to my study, and then clean up the empty bedroom on the third floor."

Lin Ma was in a hurry and turned around to prepare drinks for the young master and the guests.

"Huaiyan, come!" Liang Wenmo was always in high spirits today. He took Huaiyan and stepped on the spiral staircase and went up to the west side of the second floor. This was originally a study room and a bedroom. Transparent house. Huai Yan walked in, and what caught his eye were several rows of arched sandalwood bookshelves, almost like a small library, and further inside, there was a hammock and a very spacious Italian-style desk, covered with pen and handwriting manuscripts. , There are also some maps nailed on the wall, I think it is the relationship and plot of Liang Wenmo's new text. Huai Yan politely stopped at the middle bookshelf and did not move forward. He knew that the writer was very taboo for others to see his manuscript before he wrote a book.

"Seeing you today, I'm so inspired! You have to stay up all night to enjoy it!" Liang Wenmo walked to the table, took out a box of Maba London Snow Scenery from the drawer, and put some in a pipe to compact it , when he started smoking again, the fragrant aroma filled the air, "I have all kinds of books here, you can read them as you like. If you get sleepy in a while, take a bath and have a good night's sleep, don't worry about me" He took After passing the two drinks in the tray, he said to Lin Ma, "Put hot water in the bathtub for Mr. Jiang."

Lin Ma responded, Liang Wenmo handed the hot milk to Huai Yan, took a sip of wine, and hurried over to write before the case.

Huai Yan did not dare to disturb him. After drinking the milk, he quietly watched in front of the bookshelf. The collection of books here is really rich in variety and everything. Huai Yan loves to read science fiction novels by French writer Jules Verne. When he found it, it was still a hardcover bilingual version. He took out a copy of "Mysterious Island", said hello to Liang Wenmo, took his clothes, and went upstairs.

Ma Lin has quick hands and feet, and the mattress is already made. Huai Yan looked at the magnificent chandelier in the bedroom and the glittering head and foot of the bed, she really felt like she was in a dream. After Ma Lin left, he took off his suit, carefully folded it on the hanger, and walked to the bathroom.

The head was rushing with hot water, and the pale yellow bath ball was rustling and foaming, scurrying in the water, as if someone was chasing it, and the fragrance of lemon emanated.

Huai Yan lay naked in the hot water, his fair skin was dyed a peach-like pink, and the whole body in the hot bath was really comfortable. He remembered the cold bricks in the alley in winter, how it was It's tough!

Not to mention taking a hot bath, you have to line up in the cold wind to drink some water, draw water from a well, and then put it on the stove to burn, and you have to keep some left in the tank for a few days. In the weather that drips into ice, if you want to use water, you must first brush off the snow on the surface of the tank, then smash the ice cubes down, and run back to the house to melt the ice, but the house is not warm enough...

Huai Yan lowered his head to look at his clean fingers. The frostbite in the winter has been cured for a few months, and he has recovered. If he lived with Mr. Liang, he would not have to suffer from freezing this winter, but there are still so many people in Nancheng Hutong. , Will people freeze to death this year?

Huai Yan recalled the scene of leaving the alley, and his heart was sore and painful. He tried to change his mind, and suddenly thought of the officer, what kind of person was he? Why does he stand silently with himself today? Huai Yan thought that he was paying attention to him, perhaps because he was too handsome, but why did he look at him like that... Huai Yan had always been yearning for joining the army, but he had no way to go in Yanyun City. I couldn't make up the travel expenses to go to the Guoan Military Academy, so I had to stop thinking about it. If I could really take this opportunity to play a good soldier, that would be great. When the shooting starts, he should be able to wear the military uniform of the same color as Chief Lu. He looks wider and thicker than himself, so wearing a military uniform pen is very good-looking.

Huai Yan thought about it, and was flustered by the steaming hot water again. Her ears gradually turned from pink to red. She looked up at the moon along the window for a while, and when her mind was free, she wiped her hands with a bath towel, and picked up the newspaper in the basket on the windowsill. Come and see.

This "Yanyun Literature and Art" was still published last winter. I think it has been here for a long time. The most important page on it is naturally reserved for Liang Wenmo. Chapter 62, Huai Yan thinks that the author himself is writing downstairs, and can't help but feel that the communication brought by novels is quite wonderful, which can bridge the gap between time and space. In fact, the charm of movies and other works of art may also be here...

The first time Huai Yan came into contact with movies was after he came to the film studio. Before that, he had no money to go to the theater. After he went to work in the factory, he played "Far Travel" with the pilot team. Therefore, it was adapted from Mr. Zhang Cheng's novel. When he saw the characters and scenery vividly displayed on the screen, he almost burst into tears. He loves painting and reading, and the film can combine the two. This is so good, and the soundtrack is more vivid, how can the ancients who do not know what mirror boxes and phonographs are?

Huai Yan read the snippets written by Liang Wenmo in the newspaper, and couldn't help but feel a hint of envy. People like Mr. Liang have the financial resources and talents, so they live unrestrainedly. The two tend to strengthen the relationship in both directions. With financial resources, talents can be cultivated, and talents can be enriched with financial resources.

He shook his head and sighed, and turned to the bottom page. This page is basically about marriage, blind dates, lost and found, advertisements for missing people, and letters from readers. There is a little poem entitled "Playing the Qin".

The mountains are deep in the smoke of the twilight /

The cool breeze holds up the leaves and dances /

Yellow dog wagging its tail /

Let's run with it together/

It jumps up to the piano in the middle of the yard/

You pull me down with a smile/

Fingertips fold my /

Touch the black and white piano scales together/

The notes splattered in the heart of the bay.

The author's name is Xijiang Lu, which is a very interesting and vivid name. Huai Yan flipped through other newspapers in the book basket, but could not find any other works by Xijiang Lu. He thought that he had nothing to do, so he just submitted the manuscript.

There is no gorgeous writing in this poem, but Huai Yan was a little moved. If this poem was not made up by imagination, then the picture must be beautiful. He read it several times, the corners of his mouth twitched, and now the moon is also sleeping with his eyes closed, the quiet night Silently flooded Yanyun City.

When Huai Yan woke up the next day, Lin Ma had prepared breakfast on the first floor table, including black bean and peanut soy milk, butter and walnut toast, fried eggs and cherry jam. Liang Wenmo's study door was closed, Huai Yan wanted to wait for him, so he sat on the sofa and read a book.

Ma Lin brought a small plate of seafood soy sauce with eggs, "Mr. Jiang, the young master didn't go to bed until five o'clock this morning. He said you don't have to wait for him, you can have breakfast first when you're hungry."

Huai Yan said hard work to Lin Ma, and after eating, she went back to the sofa to watch "Mysterious Island", until at 10:30 in the morning, half of the book was finished, Liang Wenmo still didn't get up, Huai Yan went out to After walking around the garden, he was fishing with a rod by the pool in the backyard. He was inexperienced and couldn't catch a single one. Going back further, he began to feel a little bored, and he missed the days of living in the old city.

Slowly turning back to the front door of the villa, he found that there was a military car at the door, with the military flag of Chen'an Army on it, Huai Yan stopped and looked over in surprise, the person inside had opened the car door, two long legs Step out.

Lu Jingyun was not wearing a military uniform today, but was wearing a short dark green jacket with a tight belt, and black legging trousers on his lower body, still looking stalwart. Huai Yan glanced at him and lowered his eyes, thinking to himself, he doesn't wear a military uniform, so he looks so good.

Liang Wenmo was obviously just woken up by the attendant. He was still wearing silk pajamas and no glasses. He just squinted and greeted the door, "Mr. Lu is a busy man, how can you come to my Liang's place when you have time?"

Lu Jingyun glanced at him and said, "I didn't invite you today, it's really annoying."

"Oh, it's okay!" Liang Wenmo smiled and asked Lu Jingyun to sit on the sofa, pulled off the red agate lid of the snuff bottle, and took a deep breath, "I stayed up late last night to write a book, so I got up late, let Lu Jingyun sit on the sofa. The commander laughed."

"There was a meeting in the Ministry just now, and it was said that people from the Central Inspectorate of the Fengjun Army would come to inspect it, and it will be at the end of December." Lu Jingyun's expression was indifferent, not as majestic as when he was wearing a military uniform, but he still made people afraid to talk to each other, "Remember right. If so, it is also at this time that you enter the camp and start filming, right?"

"Exactly." Liang Wenmo frowned, Xu Zhengyang discussed the location of the Eighth Regiment of the Chen'an Army with him, and it was a suitable setting, it was connected to the Western Mountains, and the scenery in the four seasons was excellent, so he smiled and said: "Sir Lu Be accommodating... There will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. It's not just about literature and art..."

These words were meaningful, Lu Jingyun couldn't help smiling slightly, his sword eyebrows stretched out, and the corners of his eyes made a nice arc, "The inspector team, Admiral Chen An also doesn't dare to bargain with them."

Liang Wenmo was silent for a moment and asked, "How long are they going to inspect."

"Stay in Yanyun City for three months."

"That won't work, it's too much of a mistake." Liang Wenmo became anxious and went to smoke the pipe on the table, "Sir Lu, is there really no other way?"

Lu Jingyun thought for a while and said: "You can only ask your people to move in as soon as possible. I will move an empty field at the foot of the west mountain and inside the eighth regiment to put your equipment and props. The staff will eat and live with us. If the inspection team If you are inspecting other parts of the city, you can hurry up and film, and if you want to inspect the military camp, you may stop in time. The general also means this."

When Liang Wenmo listened to this method, the convenience is convenient, but there are actually some adventures, but since the general agreed, he had nothing to say, so he glanced at Huai Yan, "Very good. Then when will they move there?"

"Just today and tomorrow." Lu Jingyun's face was still expressionless, but his tone was unconvincing.

"Ah?" Liang Wenmo reluctantly looked at Huai Yan again, Huai Yan didn't dare to say anything, just lowered his head.

Liang Wenmo had no choice but to say: "It's better to go earlier." He sighed inwardly, and said with a smile: "It's already here, Chief Lu should keep some light meals. After the meal, you can take Mr. Jiang to the camp. Inside, I'll call Director Xu and tell them to hurry up and prepare."

Lu Jingyun nodded, "Mr. Lao Liang is here."

Listening to their arrangement, Huai Yan hurriedly got up and said to Liang Wenmo, "Sir, my qin is still in Director Xu's car. Please let him take it to the studio with him."

Liang Wenmo nodded with a smile, turned around and went to the study to make a phone call, "No problem - Lin Ma, get ready to serve."

Huai Yan and Lu Jingyun left the main seat to Liang Wenmo, and each sat down at the table. Lu Jingyun habitually used his left hand to comb his hair, then shook the unrolled hot towel and wiped his hands, his eyebrows and eyes leaked from the transparent dome. Illuminated by the sunlight, it is extremely dazzling and unrestrained, "What kind of piano does Mr. Jiang play?"

"Pipa." Huai Yan was willing to talk to him in his heart, listening to his gentle tone, he also lowered his voice and said humbly: "I learned it for "Feng Ying", the art troupe has a teacher to teach it, I can't play it well, I just make do with it play."

"Do you know how to play the piano?" Lu Jingyun asked again, Huai Yan's face turned a little red, "No... I have never touched Western musical instruments."

Lu Jingyun nodded, his brows furrowed, and he lowered his head to drink black tea. Huai Yan secretly hated himself, how could he not know how to play the piano, and the person opposite looked at him lightly and added comfortably, "I can't play either. I've only played one piece, but I'm not proficient."

Huai Yan raised his eyes to look at his fingers. The roots were slender and distinct, strong and thin, and they would look good when they danced on the piano steps. He also thought that his back was straight, and he would be very graceful when sitting on the piano bench...

Huai Yan wanted to say that Chief Lu was suitable for playing the piano, but he couldn't open his mouth. At this time, Liang Wenmo had returned from the phone call, and the three of them started to eat. Chatting with them, Huai Yan and Lu Jingyun did not speak any more.

Before leaving, Liang Wenmo stopped Lu Jingyun and whispered something in his ear. Lu Jingyun glanced at Huai Yan, nodded and walked out the door.

Some changes have been made to the plot of this chapter, and 7.3 remains