Meng Shi pulled away the white dust-proof film in the utility room and sat down cross-legged.

Opened the notebook.

Click on the video taken that night.

He came back from Sijiu City and thought a lot during Grandpa's funeral.

The two completely different life experiences, one obedient and the other rebellious, these two emotions are intertwined, which makes Meng Shi's feelings for his mother very complicated, and he doesn't know how to face it.

However, thanks to the illness, the relationship between mother and son has finally returned to normal and is no longer as extreme as before.

Meng Shi thought about how to cut this video for a while, and then dragged it to the editing software Lightworks.

Lu Jia squatted next to Meng Shi and stretched out his head to look.

The screen was black, as if it was aimed at the desktop, and then Meng Shi's voice came out.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, it doesn't seem to work anything other than studying."

"There was never communication between us."

The camera then pans to the kitchen.

A woman dressed in professional attire and wearing black-rimmed glasses appears in the shot.

The focal length of the lens is a bit blurry, and the person is a little blurry.

Maybe it's because I knew in advance that this material was about Meng Shi's mother.

Lu Jia felt that she could vaguely see Meng Shi's shadow between her eyebrows and the shape of her face.

However, Lu Jia didn't ask, just watched quietly.

The camera is a little shaky at first, a slight shaking, as if the person who is shooting the video is shaking lightly with his hands.

Lu Jia saw Meng Shi's ability to move the camera in sports yesterday.

She knew that if it weren't for the emotions in Meng Shi's heart affecting her hands, this kind of shaking would not have happened.

Soon the camera stabilized, I don't know if it was put on the tripod, or Meng Shi adjusted it.

"Da~"

The sound of a gas stove slighting.

"Whew~"

The hood was turned on.

As you can see from the video, it's night.

It was already dark outside the window, and the kitchen light was on, so the glass window became a mirror, and through the darkness of the night, you could see the sporadic lights of another building.

In the kitchen, the figure of Meng Shi's mother is reflected in the window, as if suspended in the lights between the buildings.

The focus of the camera is on the shadow on the window.

Lu Jia looked at the picture, and only felt that the kitchen, which was not big, seemed to extend infinitely, and it seemed that the whole night was contained in this square inch through the window and the images on the window.

"呲~"

The sound of green onions and oil colliding pulled Lu Jia's thoughts back to the kitchen as the picture extended.

In the video.

Meng Shi walked into this picture of perfect structure and harmonious viewing.

He leaned against the door, and the lamp in the living room cast his shadow into the kitchen, and a large patch was vaguely spread in it.

The light dimmed, and the whole picture seemed to be suppressed all at once because of this shadow.

Looking at this shot, Lu Jia took a deep breath and thought of her second uncle who taught her to play photography - Lu Chengkang.

Meng Shi and the second uncle's styles are unexpectedly similar.

Whether it is the smoking video or the kitchen shot, it is a single shot with a fixed camera position for a long time, relying on the structure and light and shadow of the picture to narrate.

Lu Jia glanced at Meng Shi. Could it be that he is a fan of the second uncle? Do you want to send Meng Shi's video to the second uncle, and let him see what Meng Shi's level is.

"Mom, can I ask you a question?"

In the video, Meng Shi's voice came out.

Just as Lu Jia heard this sentence and was about to take his eyes off Meng Shi's face, he found that his eyebrows were furrowed.

Then, she saw Meng Shi reach out and tap a few times on the trackpad.

The screen enters the interface of audio track editing, retrieves the timeline, and rewinds and checks Mute.

In the video, the sentence that Meng Shi just said was eliminated.

Then Meng Shi repeated this step in the timeline of the video.

Wherever he spoke, the sound of speech was eliminated, and all that remained was the occasional cacophony of the hood and the shovel.

Lu Jia watched his movements beside him, and tried to reach out to stop it several times, but he still endured it.

Finally, as the timeline moved forward, Meng Shi retreated from the editing interface.

The screen is back to normal playback.

In the video, Meng Shi squatted down, so the shadow shrank into a ball following his movements.

The place that had been obscured by his shadow was brightened again, and the light in the living room, which had been blocked by his body, came in.

The whole picture lit up in an instant.

But I don't know why, Lu Jia looked at Meng Shi squatting there, felt his heart twitch for a moment, and then a sour feeling came up inexplicably.

Meng Shi's hand reached for the trackpad again.

This time, Lu Jia reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from editing again.

Meng Shi frowned at her, but Lu Jia didn't let go.

The video continued, and Meng Shi's voice came.

"But that's what you want, what about me?"

"You gave me a direction."

The absence of antecedents is a bit abrupt.

Meng Shi twitched his hand a few times, but Lu Jia didn't speak or held it tightly, his eyes looking at the screen of the notebook.

Meng Shi in the video sat on the ground in a posture with Meng Shi she was holding, and said:

"So I smashed the guitar he left for me in order to make you happy, junior high school, high school, college, employment, and I started to run desperately in the direction of your finger."

"I thought the direction of your finger was happiness, and if you were happy, I would be happy."

"There is no happiness there, just a big wall."

Meng Shi lowered his head and spoke in a low tone.

He reached out and hammered twice in front of his eyes, as if there really was a wall there.

———

"Dah." Meng Shi's right hand was grabbed by Lu Jia, so he pressed the pause with his left hand and said, "I made these up." ”

These words in the video can be regarded as Meng Shi's inner feelings when he recalls the memories of another world. But I can't remember the specific details for a long time, so let's just make it up.

And the next words are too depressing, too realistic, not suitable for a girl with a courtyard as a dowry.

Lu Jia didn't let go, still holding Meng Shi's wrist.

Well, this girl doesn't believe it.

Meng Shi was afraid that she would mess with her brain and make up for herself, so she smiled and said: "I went to Sijiu City after graduating from high school, which university did I go to, get a job, run, and hit the wall?" I'm fooling my mom or she'll beat me. ”

Lu Jia let go and said, "I know you're talking about the future without music." ”

Hiss.

Meng Shi looked at her with a serious face, and said seriously: "Do you remember that in another world, your grandfather was crazy to introduce you to me, and I was crazy about refusing?" ”

The corners of Lu Jia's mouth twitched, and he raised the camera to open a scoop on Meng Shi's head, so that he could see what kind of structure it was.

————

Jiang Yu's usual hobby is to watch videos at the beep station.

It's noon, and he's going to eat at a noodle restaurant that's a ten-minute walk away.

Some time ago, there was an UP he followed who visited the store there, and it was said to be delicious.

While he was walking, he took out his phone.

In the feed that I swiped before getting off work, a red 1 appeared.

So he clicked in.

Meng Shi.

32 minutes ago・I posted a video.

[Will the world be okay?]

He knew about this UP from Nizi, because he had also sprayed that title, but he was the fish that slipped through the net under the butcher's knife of Meng Ren's slaughter that night, and he was not banned.

And the reason why I am concerned is to know <=to be continued, what will happen after Meng Shi opens the door.

"Will the world be okay? Are the titles of this product so bells and whistles? Jiang You complained.

clicked on the video and closed the barrage, he used to watch the barrage first, and then open the barrage to see the complaints of netizens.

Black screen.

"This won't work...... In addition to studying...... Neither. ”

"Between us...... Communication...... Communicate. ”

The sound on the road was noisy, and Jiang You couldn't hear the sound in the video at all, so he took out the headphones from his pocket and put them on as he walked.

"Whew!"

It sounds like something is put in oil?

Jiang You looked down at his phone, and sure enough, it was the kitchen in the video.

Then Meng Shi walked into the picture, followed by the sound of a guitar.

A plain, as if talking song sounded.

"Mom, they abandoned me, they abandoned me like a song"

"Mom, how I love you, I love you when you're silent"

"It's just those violent emotions that torment me when I can't sleep"

Hearing this, Jiang You went straight to the comment area.

"Mom, will I be open in the summer? Just like you once looked. ”

He didn't care about Meng Shi's singing in the headphones.

He knew that most of the people who paid attention to Meng Shi now were not really fans of him, but came to see the excitement for various reasons.

"Mom, will this loss last? Will the world be okay? ”

So after waiting for a week, I only waited for one song, and the comment area must be very exciting.

In the comment area, the first comment that caught my eye was-

Shiny brain gate LV3

The world will be fine.

Likes865

What's going on? Jiang You felt that he had seen a ghost, and Meng Shi's comment area should not be this style of painting!

"Red light! Red light! Then, before he could look any further, he heard a hurried shout.

"Forget some hidden grievances, and lose yourself when you look back."

The headphones echoed with Meng Shi's singing.

Jiang You looked up, the red light on the opposite side was dazzling, and a car was rushing towards him.

The screeching sound of brakes sounded.

Don't play with your phone while walking!

At this moment, it seemed that "JOJO's wonderful music" sounded in his ears.

＜＝to be continued