Bi Xia refused to be accompanied by Wu Meizi and others, and got into Chen Zhaorui's car and roared away.

The atmosphere in the car was very solemn, and Bi Xia sat in the car, silent, as if he was pondering something. "Bi Xia, they're too bad, this is obviously shady, don't worry about it!" After a while, Hu Yu couldn't stand this atmosphere, hugged the computer, and said excitedly.

"Hmph, this is an obvious shady scene, as if it was deliberately aimed at us today." Huang Xiaoyong pushed his glasses and analyzed seriously. Today's situation is too strange, in the field of micro-films, "Old Boy" has become a benchmark and has too much influence, it stands to reason that even if the college student film festival can't award all the awards to "Old Boy" in order to find a balance, it won't just give a consolation prize, there is an undercurrent in it that they haven't noticed.

"Hmph, I'm not going to make them feel good anyway!" Hu Yu said angrily.

"What can you do, smash them with your computer?" Chen Zhaorui suddenly answered, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was cold.

"I'm going to scold him on the Internet!" Hu Yu thought about it and popped up such a sentence.

"Ha Luha, what a paper tiger." Bi Xia Ha Lu Ha laughed, of course he knew that the singing and harmony of several people was to soothe his mood, and in order to let everyone not worry, he also tried his best to cooperate.

Opening the door of the house, Bi Xia heard a rush of footsteps, he just entered the door and saw his mother, Bi Chang, and Zhang Jing standing at the entrance, Bi Xia's heart warmed, and said with a smile: "Why are you standing, I'm fine." ”

"Brother, I scolded them for you." Bi Chang ran forward, took Bi Xia's hand, and kept shaking it, very cute and cute.

"That's great!" Bi Xia gently put his head on Bi Chang's forehead and said with a smile.

"I hate it, bully me as soon as I get home!" Bi Chang rubbed his forehead and pretended to be angry. But no one was deceived by her appearance. Bi Chang has always been like this, she is the pistachio of the family, she knows that Bi Xia is uncomfortable, and tries her best to make Bi Xia happy.

"Bi Xia, don't worry, we will pursue it." Zhang Jing's face was cold, and the ruthlessness in her words made Bi Xia tremble.

"Sister Jing, it's okay, really, I'm not at ease." Bi Xia said with a smile. When he spoke, he saw that there was a real smile on his face. Bi Xia loves this family very much, cherishes these people who also love him, and he doesn't want his emotions to affect everyone and make everyone worry.

"Alright, Xia'er, sit down and talk." Zang's mother glanced at Bi Xia deeply and said.

This night, Bi Xia received a lot of phone calls, including the fat girl Hao Lei, and several starring roles in "Fairy Sword". They all care about Bi Xia diligently.

At night, Zhu Jianye and Huang Xu also went directly downstairs to Bi Xia's house, dragged him out to drink, and said things like "getting drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows" and "being a brother who sacrifices his life to accompany a gentleman". Hearing it, Bi Xia couldn't cry or laugh.

It was also on this night that the three young people made a proud statement of "we must one day conquer the college student film festival with absolute strength".

Bi Xia slept very lightly that night, and the next morning he finished his morning class as usual and made breakfast for his mother and Bi Chang. Bring a pair of flat glasses and a baseball cap to the door. He suddenly wanted to go for a walk, and wanted to stay quiet for a while. After getting on a bus, Bi Xia followed the car aimlessly.

In the car, Bi Xia received a call from Zhang Jing, and she had already found out the root cause of yesterday.

Bi Xia's recent rise to the momentum is too strong, from last year to this year, he has been talking about constantly, and every time he breaks out, Bi Xia's popularity can be even higher. In the music industry and the online literature circle, Bi Xia's popularity has been determined, and now if he achieves good results in the director circle, how can other economic companies be embarrassed.

There are eight major economic companies in the country, and these eight companies, Huayi is actually a little unworthy of the name, although the strength is there, but there is no brother who is the master. But the speed at which Bixia has risen this year has made other companies feel in crisis. So it was initiated by Orange Sky, Haidie, and Universal, and the other four brokerage companies jointly attacked Huayi by default, and Bi Xia was the main target of their suppression.

"Well, I know what to do, Sister Jing, I won't go to the company today, I want to go for a walk!" Bi Xia responded lightly and hung up the phone in Zhang Jing's advice.

Wu Huang is an urban village in the capital near the Fifth Ring Road, where you can't see the prosperity of the capital, but the two places close at hand, like the difference between heaven and hell. It's dirty, messy, and shabby, and migrant workers with all kinds of local accents gather here, taking a meager salary and doing the hardest and most tiring work, just to get a bite to eat.

Bi Xia didn't know how he got here, he got out of the car and followed the path to a public leisure and fitness center in the center of this urban village, thanks to the state's "Nuogan Proposal for the Construction of Rural Civilization", otherwise there might not be this only clean place.

Bi Xia found a random place to sit down, his eyes wandering aimlessly, and suddenly his eyes were drawn to a little boy. It was a very thin boy, who looked no more than eight or nine years old, and the little boy in Bi Xia's sight was holding a mop taller than him, struggling to mop the floor.

The house where he works is a small garage in the opposite neighborhood, which looks like it is only six or seven square meters in size. There was a gas stove beside him that was cooking something. In this damp garage, there is a curtain separating an inside, and in the half-drawn curtain, you can see a middle-aged woman lying on the bed, her face is full of vegetables, and you can feel at a glance that this woman's health is not good.

When the little boy mops the floor, he looks back at the things on the gas stove from time to time, turns it on, stirs it with chopsticks, then closes the lid on the pot, and then comes back with a long mop.

After a while, the contents of the nest were ready, and the little boy took out a bowl, carefully filled a bowl, stirred it with chopsticks, and put it to his mouth from time to time to blow cool air. Then he went in and squatted on the side of the bed to feed the middle-aged woman. It could be his mother, Bisha thought.

About half an hour later, and it was almost half past eight, when the little boy went out, and he pulled the garage door open, carrying a bag with a Transformers pattern on his back. When the little boy walked past Bi Xia, Bi Xia observed very carefully. This is a small red schoolbag, washed very cleanly, the outer edges of the schoolbag have been worn out, and you can see the traces of sewing with needles.

The boy wore a primary school uniform with two bars pinned to his arms. The school uniform was a little small on him, tight, and the trousers were pulled straight. On the little boy's face, Bixia saw no misery. Instead, with a faint smile, I don't know what makes him so happy.

Bi Xia's state is very strange, his brain seems to be running, and it seems to be stopping, everything around him is in his eyes, but he doesn't have any stop thinking, chaos.

He sat down until the sun went down. In the evening, Bisha saw the little boy again, and he returned home. opened the door, poured a glass of water for his mother lying on the bed, and then took out a small bench, and began to write his homework in the sunset, the little boy wrote quickly, but in half an hour, Bi Xia saw that he had finished today's homework.

The little boy went into the garage, took off his school uniform, and carefully folded it. He changed into a dirty and colorful dress, holding a basket in one hand and a long iron tweezers in the other, the kind of sanitation workers who pick up garbage.

The little boy walks up the village path. Walking along both sides, when I saw a drink bottle, I picked it up and put it in the basket, it turned out that he was picking up garbage. Bi Xia unconsciously fluctuated and continued to pay attention to the little boy.

The little boy crouched down. Set the iron tweezers aside and hold something in both hands as if it were a book?! He wiped his sleeve on the book. I tucked the book into my clothes.

He continued to walk, and came to a garbage can, where a stray dog was gouging, and when he saw the arrival of the little boy, he raised his head, grinned his teeth, and barked twice.

The little boy seemed to be a little frightened, and hesitated, cautiously probing, waving the long iron tweezers in his hand. The stray dog was startled, took two steps back, stopped his steps, and barked wildly.

The little boy stood in place, looked left and right, he took a few steps back, walked to the side of the road and picked up a few small stones, smashed at the stray dog, the stray dog hurriedly dodged, the little boy waved the iron tweezers in his hand and rushed over, and finally he defeated the stray dog and occupied the garbage can.

Bi Xia saw a satisfied smile on his face, it was a kind of happiness!

What is happiness? Suddenly, Bisha asked himself in his head.

The little boy had a good harvest, there were a lot of cans in this garbage, a dime, which could be sold for more than a dollar, and he also picked up a broken car toy, and Bixia saw him hiding in his pocket with a weak heart.

The little boy went away, and went on along the road, and when it was almost dark, Bixia finally saw him returning, and the basket in his hand was empty, and he thought that he should have sold it to the garbage collector.

The little boy was about to go home, when several boys of the same size came out of the house next to him, as if they were still acquaintances, but these boys were taller than the little boys.

Three little children surrounded the little boy, tugging and pulling as if they were trying to grab something. The little boy refused, and wanted to rush out, but was stopped. One of the children pushed the little boy down, but the little boy refused to give in, got up, and threw himself at the child, and the two men scuffled. Two children next to him also came around, and they pushed the little boy down, and three people rode on top of him.

In the end, they snatched what the little boy wanted to protect, and Bi Xia saw clearly, it was five yuan for a banknote!

The little boy stood up with support, that little figure, so lonely in the wind!

Bi Xia was like an out-of-body soul today, sitting and observing subconsciously as a bystander, from the perspective of God. At this time, it was as if he had returned from an out-of-body soul. The brain was up and running all at once.

The little boy's day, he looked at it in his eyes, as if he had shown a silent movie. He got up and walked over to the little boy!

"Does it hurt?" Bi Xia pulled up the little boy, this is a very delicate boy, the eyes are not big, but very bright, at this time this delicate face is like a little cat, dirty.

"It hurts!" The little boy nodded.

"Will you pick it up tomorrow?" Bixia asked again.

"Pick it up!" The little boy nodded vigorously.

Bi Xia felt that his heart had been pricked hard, it hurt, stinged, and he couldn't tell the taste. The little boy leaned down, picked up the dirty book on the ground and the more broken car that had been smashed in the fight, and carefully wiped it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"Do you want it?" Bi Xia felt that her nose was a little sour.

"No, I have this!" The little boy raised the villain book and the car in his hand, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, he felt that this brother with a hat was very gentle, and there was a feeling that reassured him.

"You wait!" Bi Xia ran to a small shop not far away, took out the money, bought a small car, a big bag of food, there were no good things in the small shop in the countryside, Bi Xia couldn't ask for too much at this time.

"Give!" Bisha handed the object to the little boy.

"I don't want it!" The little boy shook his head and took two steps back vigilantly.

"Take it!" Bisha handed the object to the little boy and turned to leave.

Bi Xia walked a few steps before he heard a voice behind him, "Big brother, you wait" The little boy struggled to carry the bag and caught up, "Big brother, you can accompany me home." ”

"Good! What's your name? ”

"My name is Chen Ke." The little boy smiled happily.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Bi Xia returned to his home community, leaning on the downstairs aisle, Bi Xia smoked a cigarette, and suddenly remembered a song - "Dear Child".

"Little child, did you cry today; Are all friends gone, leaving a loneliness that can't be taken away?"

"Beautiful child, did you cry today, did you stain your beautiful clothes, but you couldn't find anyone to talk to"

"Wise child, have you cried today, have you lost your beloved gifts, look for them in the wind, from early morning to dusk"

"My dear child, why don't you let me see clearly, whether the wind blows out the candles, and walks alone in the dark"

"Dear child, quickly wipe away your tears, I am willing to accompany you on the way home!"

The little boy Chen Ke gave Bi Xia a great touch, maybe he didn't know the taste of sorrow when he was young, Chen Ke's satisfaction, Chen Ke's happiness, Chen Ke's loneliness, made Bi Xia speechless.

Each of us is a "dear child", from childhood to adulthood, experiencing separation, separation of first love, separation of friends, separation of family members, leaving loneliness; encountered setbacks, suffered hardships, and had no one to talk to in the middle of the night; The cruelty of reality, we give up our ideals, lose our dreams, and look in the wind, from early morning to dusk.

We are all dear children, and everyone is looking for their way home. It is family affection, love, friendship, and the pursuit of life.

We should cry, we should laugh, we should have no regrets!

In the wind of the night, Bi Xia stood up straight, dreaming without regrets. No matter how much suppression, no matter how tortuous the difficulties, he should ride the wind and waves. Today he may still be weak, then he will grow to the point where he can no longer be suppressed.

This night, Bi Xia and Chen Ke, the "dear child", found their way home together. (To be continued......)

PS: This chapter of the ring has been written for a long time, the child in the book has a prototype, just opposite the ring warehouse, is a very cute and listening little boy, he makes the ring more cherished, more strong, and at the same time hopes that we, the dear children, will find their way home on the road of life.