The stone is a dog that was abandoned since childhood, and then people picked it up and raised it.

The place where the stone was picked up belonged to the shantytown on the outskirts of the city, and his owner, of course, was also a member of the shantytown, he was not very old, for various reasons, he could not be admitted to university, and he did not even finish high school, so he left the campus and home, and then stepped into the society, came to this place at the bottom of the society, and lived.

The stone didn't understand this, it only knew that the owner was very good to it, so that it could eat well every day, and took it out for a walk every day.

Stone liked to walk, and walked along the broken dirt road, and came to the little tree that it had marked, soaked in a drenched urine, and then ran around happily.

However, such days soon changed.

As a result of urban redevelopment, the shantytown will be completely demolished, and the owner, through a friend's connection, has found a place to live in the city, and at the same time, found a job.

In this way, the owner left the "home" where he had lived for many years with the stone, and before leaving, he and it stood there, watching the place where he once lived being pushed down by the forklift little by little.

Finally, he said, "Let's go, stone." ”

Then he turned around and took a few steps, only to find that it was still crouching there, looking there, he didn't know what it was thinking, but he knew that they really should go.

The stone has a new home, but this home makes it uncomfortable, because the owner has to go to work every day, and it can only be locked in that small space, and when the owner finally comes back, you can take it out, and you have to put a collar around its neck, lead it with a rope, and control its movements, it can no longer be as unrestrained as before.

Then, the stone fell ill.

I don't know why, in that new home, in that new environment, it suddenly couldn't pee, and then, it began to be unable to eat or drink, and it was sick every day and lost its energy.

The owner was in a hurry, so he took the stone to the hospital, and the doctor gave that the whole paragraph was urethritis, which could be cured with only an infusion.

The stone didn't know what they meant, except that they had pricked something sharp into its claws, which made him even more uncomfortable and unable to pee.

In order to take the stone to the doctor, the master was continuously late for work, and finally, his leader could not stand it anymore and fired him.

At the same time, because Shi's condition had not improved, the doctor recommended that he be given nutritional injections, a few hundred dollars for a while, which was a price he could not afford, and in the end, he gave up.

No, perhaps, from that time, his heart was ready to give it up.

And a phone call that helped him solidify his idea was from a friend who helped him find a job and a place to live.

"Where did you pick it up and throw it back!" he said.

Of course, the stone still didn't understand what they were talking about, but it could feel that the master's attitude towards it seemed to be a little different, but it just lay quietly in the hands of its master, as if waiting for its destiny to come.

He carried it in his arms and drove back to the original shantytown, where the houses had been demolished and turned into patches of construction sites, and it seemed that only the road was still the same as before.

He took it to the telephone pole that had picked it up, picked up the rope, and seemed to be about to tie it there, but it suddenly stood up and turned and ran wildly because it had not eaten for too long, and it had suffered from even standing.

He looked at the rushing stones, and for some reason, an inexplicable impulse suddenly surged in his heart, so he also ran up and ran wildly with the stones.

They had run all the way along the road he had taken with him the most, and finally, over a dirt bag, he saw the stone again, where, right in front of their former "home," the house was gone, but the little tree was still there, and it still stood by the side of the road, and there were not a few branches on it, and it looked so lonely.

The stone was under the tree, and it circled around the little tree, as if to confirm something, and then, it lifted its hind legs.

Since being diagnosed with urethritis, the stone has never peed out again, and this time, it peed so smoothly......

In the distance, he looked at the stones that had urinated on the side of the tree, and was silent for a long time.

Under the sunset, a wasteland, in my ears, only the sound of smashing the foundation on the construction site sounded......

..................

"Brother Zhang, how did you read my script?"

"Eat first, Sichuan vegetable oil is heavy and heavy, and it won't taste good when it's cold. ”

"Oh. ”

This is the student who wants to find Zhang Bufan to act, his surname is Wen, his name is Muye, look at it, there is more literature and art, and then look at the script written, more literature and art, and then look at the face, why is it a little embarrassing?

In fact, he is a very handsome young man, with a slight square face, and he usually looks quite normal, but when he grins or frowns, he is a little "embarrassed".

Of course, it doesn't matter what you look like, director, talent is important, otherwise you take care of Amber, and then look at Ning Hao, he......

While he was eating, Zhang Bufan entered the house and took out the pieces of paper, which were already crumpled by the shape of a field, and they were turned over a few times by Zhang Bufan back and forth in the past few days, and they were all a little worn, but Zhang Bufan didn't care, and took them over and put them on the table.

When Wen Muye saw his script, it was like seeing some treasure, and he even ate a lot faster, quickly pulled out the meal, wiped his mouth, and wanted to speak, but Zhang Bufan spoke first.

"Why did you write such a book?"

The tone of the elders is the same as when he was with Wang Chuanjun, and the temperament of liking to be a "brother" has come up again.

Wen Muye didn't care, after all, he was indeed a few years older than him, and when it came to his grades and status in the circle, he couldn't compare to a student who was still a graduate student.

"That is, as people grow older, and more and more contact with this society, most people lose their original intentions, missing the original innocence, I always feel that this is the same as losing the soul, it is not right, just like the actor in this, and he finally returned to the shantytown with the stone, watching the stone pee out, there is a meaning, find the original intention, find the inspiration. ”

Zhang Bufan nodded.

Wen Muye was overjoyed, and thought that Zhang Bufan had agreed, but he didn't think that he would ask again, "Then your original intention, is your soul still there?"

Wen Muye was stunned, suddenly raised his hand, lifted it heavily, and fell down heavily, but it was very gently placed on those pages, "This is my original intention, my soul." ”

Zhang Bufan was stunned, and then smiled: "Hey, you students in the directing department, before learning to direct, do you first learn to fool people?

"Uh......" This question was not known to be answered.

Over there, Zhang Bufan had already spoken again, "Although I don't know what you like about me, but ...... Okay, I'll take your movie. ”