"The boss is a village committee, and he doesn't even have a figure, as if we can come or not. ”

It wasn't until his father who came out of the house to look for tea reminded him that Ning Yuan remembered that he was still carrying the bag.

Sitting on the chair, Ning Yuan, who was sullen, said, "Why is there no one?"

"In broad daylight, who can wait for you here, we are not here to inspect, and we still want people to welcome you?" Teng Rujun said with a smile as he took out his pipe from his pocket.

His demeanor, movements, and lines work smoothly, as if this is his natural life and he doesn't need to do anything more.

And Ning Yuan's response was also in tune, he picked up the porcelain bowl filled with water and looked at it, put it down in annoyance, raised his eyes and frowned at Teng Rujun: "Then how long do we have to wait?"

Teng Rujun, who was holding a pipe and lighting a cigarette with a match, said vaguely: "As soon as the second child screams, they will know." ”

After lighting the cigarette, he extinguished the match, and a puff of smoke rose in front of his face.

Not only did Huo Jianqi feel that this was the most worry-free drama he had filmed, but even the cameraman next to him felt very relaxed.

Their performances are natural, and you don't have to worry about their goofy reactions and eyes, you just need to quietly hold the machine and record it completely according to the shooting plan, and the job is done.

If the cameraman has seen the advertisement in the future, he will definitely come up with a sentence: Sou Yirui!

The father and son smoked a cigarette leisurely, sat anxiously for a while, and got up again to rummage through the parcel.

There are no lines, but the people next to them don't feel embarrassed, like they should be, and they seem to ignore the presence of the camera.

Xiangxi, especially this kind of old village, most of them are wooden houses and bamboo houses. The long years make them deep and thick in the lens.

Shooting outside the house, the darkness in the house, their figures outside the house, combined with the green trees and weeds in the yard and outside the house, through Huo Jianqi's grasp, showed a quiet color in the monitor.

After waiting for a while, the village secretary came over, and the father introduced his son to him: "My son!"

The pride and pride on his face could not be concealed.

Seeing Teng Rujun's expression, Ning Yuan subconsciously floated in his mind when he met an acquaintance on the road during the New Year, Ning Daqiang also looked like this, introducing himself to others.

Then Teng Rujun said again: "In the future, this mail road will be run by him." ”

"What about you, you're going to be the branch chief, right?" the village secretary said curiously.

Fuji Rujun smiled: "I, if I am willing to come in the future, I can naturally come." ”

Although the words are open-minded, the unnatural smile on his face shows the bitterness in his heart.

"Those who come to us from outside, teachers, doctors, and savings clerks, all of them can be model workers and cadres, just you, just walking, walking, so many years......"

The village secretary didn't say anything more about the rest of the words, but it goes without saying that he didn't catch anything.

At this time, Ning Yuan was specially given a close-up, first stunned, then glanced at his father, pursed his lips, and lowered his head.

The natural and smooth details show Ning Yuan's mental activities.

The camera turned to his father's face, he was also stunned, and then his eyes quickly glanced at his son, and he covered up with a dry smile with some uneasiness:

"I haven't been too long, you've been disgusted for a long time......"

The village secretary saw his father's embarrassment and pointed to Ning Yuan next to him: "My son is so old, you shouldn't suffer this time." ”

The father, apparently unwilling to say this in front of his son, sent the village secretary to pick it up.

Ning Yuan looked at the back of the village secretary leaving, as if he was frozen, stunned.

As for the father, he silently knocked the ashes in his pipe on the table, took out a match, and picked out the ash stains that could not be made, slowly.

The camera was focused on Ning Yuan again.

He glanced at his father cautiously, then withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips, and looked up at the sky, his eyes a little stunned.

Then, Ning Yuan's nose also moved slightly as his breathing accelerated, and his chest rose and fell for a while.

These are Ning Yuan's performances with reference to the original Liu Ye, and his own speculation, showing the character's inner turmoil and hesitation.

Turning his head to see that his father was still teasing his pipe, Ning Yuan stretched out his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll try it." ”

Teng Rujun glanced up at Ning Yuan, and suddenly smiled: "I don't know yet, you can smoke too." ”

Ning Yuan suddenly grinned.

It's like every time after being debunked by his father for smoking, he was handed a cigarette by his father and smiled embarrassedly.

With this smile, the hearts of the father and son also became close for the first time because of such a small episode.

This kind of feeling is impossible to have in the previous unfamiliar relationship.

"You don't come home often, and when you come back, I don't smoke. Ning Yuan grinned as he spoke, and Teng Rujun also followed suit and patted his leg.

The second child came back at this time, and Teng Rujun put his leg on the dog's back with difficulty, which seemed to be more comfortable, and he sighed while beating his leg:

"In the future, don't learn from me, in order to take a shortcut, you will be incurable. ”

This was his lesson, and he wanted to use it to admonish his son, but he didn't think of that, and asked:

"Who knows if you're wading in cold water?"

The atmosphere froze suddenly, Teng Rujun was stunned, and saw the pipe handed over by Ning Yuan, took it silently, and then put it on the small table, his eyes turned away and he was silent.

But Ning Yuan just stared at him like this, making him uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but explain:

"On this road, I run alone, and I can't run in front of the leader all day to complain. ”

Facing the close-up of Teng Rujun, there was loneliness and helplessness on his face.

Sighing, he said slowly: "A month ago, the branch chief accompanied me on a trip-"

Saying that, Teng Rujun looked at Ning Yuan: "He shed tears and said that he deserved to die, he had been the branch director for two years, why didn't he expect this road to be so hard, he said that he wanted to give me credit." ”

smiled self-deprecatingly: "Heh~ I didn't expect that he asked you to go to training and let me retire." ”

After speaking, Fuji Rujun shook his head with a wry smile.

For a while, Ning Yuan seemed to be blocking something in his heart.

The relationship between father and son cannot be like that of mother and son, hugging their mother and crying bitterly, and feeling sad for their father can only be concealed, moving their legs, stretching their pants, and moving their chairs to resolve it, but their hearts are still not happy.

Finally, Ning Yuan cleared his throat and said with a dry throat: "Over the years, the people in the village have not written a letter of praise. ”

"I wrote it, but I didn't let it be sent, where is there a ...... who sends a letter of praise to himself," the father replied casually when he saw that his son finally asked.

For a moment, Ning Yuan stayed there, looking at his father with a stunned look, and gradually became hollow.

So that's it!

At this time, the father's image in the son's mind suddenly became taller.

And in the monitor, looking at Huo Jianqi's ordinary face at this time, as well as the cooperation of Ning Yuan's dull eyes, Huo Jianqi and they all sighed faintly.

I was all moved.

This is the beginning of the elimination of the estrangement between father and son, but this way of eliminating it makes each of them uncomfortable.

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