Chapter 65

Liang Wenmo took Ling Chuang back to Yanyun's old house on New Year's Eve. This year, the traffic was blocked due to the war. The goods from the Nanyang Fireworks Factory could not be delivered. The city of Yanyun was deserted. It also gradually stopped, and the night sky showed a long-lost clear sky. As soon as they entered the door, both of them were very hungry, and they couldn't buy groceries for a while. Liang Wenmo called Donglaishun and asked them to bring the hot pot to the house. After putting down the phone, he turned around and saw the window, and walked to the door. But saw him sweeping snow and shoveling ice in the yard.

Liang Wenmo remembered that his boots stepped on the ice cube and almost stumbled when he entered the door. At that moment, his heart felt warm, and he leaned on the door frame and called to him softly, "Why are you in a hurry to sweep the snow, come in and rest for a while."

Ling Window trotted over, his pale face was puffed with cold powder, his forehead was sweating, his cherry lips opened and closed, and he exhaled a little cold mist. He didn't dare to take a seat on the mahogany chair when he entered the room. Just standing cautiously by the door, Liang Wenmo took off his coat for him, and said with a smile, "I don't have servants in this old house, so you can help me with some chores and use this as your own home. If you want to practice Beijing opera , I'll ask you a teacher."

"Thank you sir!" Ling Chuang looked at him and nodded, his face turned even redder, and then ran to the kitchen to pick up a rag to wipe the table. After Liang Wenmo said this, his expression was a little stiff. He remembered the first time Huai Yan came to him. The situation when he was in the villa, his enthusiasm and admiration at that time are still vivid in his memory. He walked to the hanging painting in the living room, and he took the picture of "Huashan Lingsun" from the villa, like a treasure. He didn't know whether it was a love of painting or a lover, but at this moment he wanted to take this painting down, and he stretched out his hand but was reluctant to part with it.

"Mr. Mo, this painting is handsome and arrogant, like a rainbow, comparable to a masterpiece by a famous artist." Ling Chuang came out with the tableware, thinking it was from Liang Wenmo's hand, and couldn't help but praise.

"Yeah... His talent and appearance, I can't find the second one in the whole country." Liang Wenmo shook his head, turned around and sat down at the dining table. Ling Chuang already knew that he was thinking about the movie actor Jiang Huaiyan. At this moment, he knew that he had praised the wrong person, and his heart was sour. He secretly felt that with Mr. Mo's style, anyone would like it, and he didn't know who Mr. Jiang would allow...

The moonlight was bright and sympathetic, the orange lights reflected the warmth and quietness in the room, the simmering copper pot was steaming hot, and the aroma of mutton and angelica overflowed. Liang Wenmo had been away for a long time, and he had long missed this mouthful. He was dripping with sweat, and because Ling Chuang had something on his mind, he didn’t use it very much, so Liang Wenmo personally gave him some meat, “You are so thin, don’t eat more, if you don’t have an appetite, drink some of the plum wine in my jar to keep your appetite. increase."

"Mr. Mo, I've never had a drink..." Ling Chuang shook his head, not daring to try it. He buried his head to eat the dishes in the bowl. He had known each other for nearly half a month. He was still so shy, Liang Wenmo looked at his long eyelashes and trembled lightly. He looked like he was ironing in his heart, as if a hot spring was gushing out, making his whole body numb and crisp, and he couldn't help but ask, "Ling Window, will you follow me all your life? Like now..."

Ling Chuang was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, he saw that the writer's eyes behind the lens were still clear and not drunk, only then did he realize that he was serious, and his eyes could not help but warm, "As long as Mr. Beijing opera, I must study hard."

Liang Wenmo sighed, "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I don't know if it's appropriate for me to take you away from Yuzhou... You can't see through me."

"Sir is a person with the utmost affection and nature." Ling Chuang defended in a low voice, he felt that Liang Wenmo was good everywhere.

Liang Wenmo said, "I'm a bastard who deceives loved ones in order to gain pity, and goes to great lengths for profit... It's better to say that I'm a businessman than a writer."

Ling Chuang stared at the celadon glaze at the bottom of the bowl without saying a word. With his intelligence and his understanding of Liang Wenmo during this period of time, he had guessed that he was not an ordinary writer, but he did not waver in his heart. Liang Wenmo saw that he was silent and frightened him: "If you become a star one day, maybe I will sell you a good price too."

Ling Chuang couldn't help laughing, the corners of his lips curled up with a shallow pear vortex, he met Liang Wenmo's gaze, his eyes were as pure as a snow lake, "If you listen to me, you are welcome."

Huai Yan has moved back to the old house in Hutong since that day. He feels that this is the place that can give him a sense of belonging. The news that he lives here a few days ago has attracted many fans. The team came to the hutong to inquire, but Huai Yan was afraid of disturbing the lives of the neighbors, so he didn't show one side, and everyone couldn't see anyone.

Of course Liang Wenzhe disagreed ten thousand times, but he had no choice - he was gradually reluctant to persecute Huai Yan.

Xiaobing met a girl in the fall, rented a house outside, and didn't come back often, so the Ermao family was left in the yard. Ermao said that there was a new policy in the hall, and the subsidies and benefits for this area were much better. , coupled with the work that Liang Wenmo helped to find before, the burden of life is not heavy, Juxiang has enough milk, and the Dragon Boat Festival is growing fast. Now he can climb on the kang, and Huaiyan will play with him when he is free, and forget everything for the time being. Troubled, but as soon as returned to the house at night, the moments of getting along with Lu Jingyun came to mind.

Today's New Year's Eve, according to Yanyun's custom, the family should get rid of the old and welcome the new, throw away some unnecessary waste, Huai Yan threw some worn-out clothes, and accidentally turned over the old newspapers in the drawer, each of which is a outline of a man drawn with charcoal pen , and then saw the sentence he wrote, "The ointment is destroyed by the snow, and the heart is alive." Come, some want to laugh, but also feel sad...

Huai Yan sighed softly, fastened the buckle on the jacket, put the scarf on the back of his neck, held the top hat in one hand, and the snack package in the other, pushed the door and saw bone soup stewing in Juxiang's yard, and saw him come out. He smiled and said, "Brother Yan, will you go out now? Hua Xue is when it's cold!"

Huai Yan also smiled, "I haven't been to church for a long time. I'll take a look at the festival and come back to eat dumplings later."

Ermao came out of the warehouse holding the firewood, squatted down and put it in the stove, "Jiang Shao come back early, there are two kinds of stuffing in the chrysanthemum sachet, beef radish and mackerel leek."

"Eat when it's ready, don't wait for me." Huai Yan replied, and slowly turned out of the alley. There were no rickshaws on the street, so he walked around the sea of ​​love and walked to the church. On the closed lake, you can see that the leaves of the poplar forest have fallen, the dead branches hide the spire of the church, and the thin shadow is imprinted into the moon.

Huai Yan stepped onto the stone bridge, thinking about the children: Yanyan is of school age, she is so cute and smart, she will definitely memorize a lot of poems; the dog is still young, and she is naughty all day long, so she probably has a lot to clean up. He; Ryoko is clamoring to play the piano, but he doesn't know if the manager will let him touch the piano in the church...

He thought about it all the way, he had already walked to the front of the church, through the intricately patterned wooden door, the melodious sound of music came out, only then did Huai Yan realize that the lights were on in the church, it was someone playing the piano, Huai Yan heard the melody and felt very familiar. He even knew the notes of the next verse, and his finger movements could almost completely keep up with it. Now he couldn't move his whole body anymore. Come to the soft spring light, the setting sun is slantingly reflected in the mountains, the clear river rushes day and night, the air is full of the fragrance of grass and trees, Huai Yan seems to be in a luxurious and quiet house, the unforgettable feeling of familiarity, It made him burst into tears, and his thoughts shook... After the song was over, he regained his senses and wiped away his tears. He was full of surprise: which song is this, and how could he be so familiar with it?

Without thinking much, he pushed the wooden door in front of him. When he saw the tall and straight figure sitting on the piano bench at the end of the red carpet, he subconsciously stepped out. Unexpectedly, the children around the piano were all sharp-eyed. When heard someone come in, recognized him immediately.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!" The child ran over like a light bird and surrounded Huai Yan, jumping and screaming, very happy, Yanyan laughed and cried, "Brother , why haven't you come for so long, we can only see you in the pictorial!"

"Brother is too busy filming outside, I'm sorry." Huai Yan's eyes were also sore, and he squatted down and hugged her to comfort her. When he looked up, he saw that person also stood up from the piano bench, although he didn't come over. , but looked at him intently, today he is not wearing a military uniform, but the cashmere stand-up collar jacket on the upper body looks more handsome, Huai Yan just pretends that he does not exist, coaxes Yanyan and brings over the snack package, "You guys used to eat it all the time before. Not enough, this time my brother bought a lot, enough for you to eat until the next year."

"Brother Yun also brought us jerky and red sausage from northern Liaoning!" Gouer took out a piece of red sausage from his pocket and stuffed it into Huaiyan's mouth. Amazed.

Xiaolu also managed to make Mian'er cry once