Art.

Actually, it's not a big deal.

Or even a wonderful definition of something by some so-called thinking person.

These things can be beautiful, ugly, sensational, or a product of an era......

There is nothing wrong with studying art.

But there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, and each director has a different concept of film and the "art" he pursues, and if he wants to integrate all his ideas and use them for his own use, it is easy to get mad, and eventually lose himself, and even start to become confused in front of the camera.

Night falls.

In the room, An Xiao set the stove and gently lit an incense stick.

Under the light, Zhou Yang saw the curling smoke and dust slowly coming up, exuding a strange fragrance, he took a deep breath slightly, and then felt refreshing, as if in an instant, the uneasiness and chaotic distractions in his heart disappeared one by one, and the whole person began to become very calm.

"You're so tired."

Recently, Zhou Yang doesn't know how many times he has heard similar comments.

But I have never felt the warmth like I do now.

"Actually, it's okay......"

Zhou Yang grinned, but suddenly found that he didn't seem to be able to laugh much, and his heart was inexplicably mixed.

He only felt that An Xiao was exceptionally beautiful today, especially An Xiao, who was calm but not cold under the lights, had a sense of yearning that he couldn't suppress.

"People are not machines, if you are really tired, just take a good rest, many things are actually not a big deal."

An Xiao looked at Zhou Yang, and there was a little indescribable feeling in his heart.

Zhou Yang was very haggard, and when she first opened the door and saw Zhou Yang, she felt very strange for the first time, and couldn't believe that the trance-like and tired young man in front of her was actually Zhou Yang.

Later, when she entered the house and saw the messy room, she was stunned at first.

In her impression, Zhou Yang's room is always neat and clean, which is as messy as it is now, with manuscripts and books everywhere.

His whole person also began to become different from before, even worse than when An Xiao first met Zhou Yang.

At that time, although he was in poverty, at least there was always a ray of hope in his eyes, and his vigorous vitality and temperament of not admitting defeat were very infectious.

And now Zhou Yang ......

It seems to be very depressing.、Although it's not decadent, it's full of gloom.、It still seems to be paranoid.,But it's lost the vitality it should have.。

After being stunned, An Xiao's heart suddenly became a little unspeakably uncomfortable.

She suddenly thought that all these years started with "The Bottom of the Mine", no! Or did he seem to have never rested since his father's illness, and had been trying to live?

The evening wind blew slightly, blowing Zhou Yang's messy hair, and the dark circles under his eyes began to become more and more obvious under the light.

"Hmm...... I know. Zhou Yang nodded, but he couldn't hold back a fart for a long time.

"How long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?" An Xiao looked at Zhou Yang and sighed in his heart.

Some people only see Zhou Yang's talented and high-profile side.

But she watched Zhou Yang go all the way from "The Bottom of the Mine" and walked through a narrow road full of hardships and thorns.

Behind the success, I don't know how much despair and sweat are hidden, and I don't know how many days and nights ordinary people can't bear.

"It's been a while."

The incense was rising in the curling, and in an instant, it filled around Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang yawned, and the whole person began to become extremely sleepy.

An Xiao looked at Zhou Yang's appearance, then looked at the incense, and a smile appeared on his face: "The incense has the effect of calming the nerves and helping you sleep, you can rest well......

After standing up, An Xiao came to the table and gently plucked the incense to make the smell of the incense more even, and gently instructed Zhou Yang how to use the incense.

But he couldn't get any response from Zhou Yang for a long time.

Later, when she turned around, she saw Zhou Yang sitting motionless, and he fell asleep.

She was stunned.

Looking at Zhou Yang's sleeping appearance, he didn't feel ugly, but had a simple sense of cuteness.

She came to Zhou Yang's side and gently flattened the recliner so that Zhou Yang could sleep more comfortably.

At this time, she saw Zhou Yang move his body slightly, as if he was a little frightened and scratching around.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay......"

His voice was soft, but An Xiao heard it very clearly, and vaguely it didn't seem like he was comforting others, but comforting himself.

"Dad, it's okay...... I have a girlfriend, you treat well, and when you get better, I'll bring my girlfriend to see you......"

His hand was still scratching, and when he caught An Xiao, he subconsciously patted An Xiao's hand, as if he was constantly comforting something.

"Don't say gloomy words, the doctor said that your condition has improved, it is not a cancer of life, it is an ordinary disease......"

"Pretty, certainly pretty, prettier than the stars on TV......"

An Xiao's heart trembled slightly.

Especially when she saw the forced smile on Zhou Yang's face, she really wanted to hug this big boy.

"I'm very rich now, really rich, and we don't have to live the hard life of the past anymore......"

"Relatives are gone......

"What are you talking about, dragging me down? You've never dragged me down...... It's true! ”

Zhou Yang's muttering voice began to gradually become softer

The voice behind him grew softer and softer, and he couldn't seem to hear it.

Incense is supposed to have a calming effect.

But Zhou Yang didn't seem to be able to calm his nerves, he was still surrounded by fear and uneasiness, although his voice was very soft, but a trace of tears flowed from his eyes, as if he was immersed in something.

An Xiao gently patted the back of Zhou Yang's hand.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay......"

Her voice was so gentle that even she was amazed.

It seemed that her comfort had an effect, and Zhou Yang's originally restless expression began to slowly become relaxed, and then he let go of his hand and fell into a deep sleep like a baby.

"I'll treat your ...... well"

"Mr. An."

Just as An Xiao got up, An Xiao suddenly heard this sentence.

Immediately, the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long time, she glanced at Zhou Yang again.

After hesitating for a moment, she gently stroked Zhou Yang's messy hair and looked at Zhou Yang's face.

She burst out laughing, and her smile was unusually gentle.

"Okay."

The moonlight outside the window beckoned through the window, crystal clear and clear.

…………………………

Zhou Yang had a long, long dream.

I dreamed of my father in this world.

The father on the sickbed was pale and weak, a little guilty, and seemed to be hopeless.

He was extremely firm in front of the sickbed, and he still never gave up.

There may be miracles in this world, but miracles never seem to have favored him or taken care of him.

Running all the way, all the way hard, and finally turned into a handful of ashes.

In the dream, he began to be at a loss, and he could go anywhere in the middle of nowhere, but he seemed to have only himself in this world.

The color of the dream gradually began to turn gray, and there were melodies around it, and the melody was very sad.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

He heard an apology.

He only felt that this apology was very familiar, and he looked around blankly, but he couldn't find out where the apology came from.

Subsequently......

The memory changed again, into a scene.

In the scene, a young man who looks exactly like himself hides in the darkness timidly, full of despair in the face of stacks of textbooks.

Textbooks seem to be high school content......

There was a burst of scolding in my ears.

"What the hell do you have?"

"How do you compare yourself to the others?"

"If you don't study hard, what can you do? With your current grades, can you be admitted to a good university? ”

"If you can't pass the three exams, you can only go to a junior college, and if you continue like this, no good junior college will want you!"

"Wake up, it's only a few days before the college entrance examination, what do you want to do with your results? What can you do! ”

“……”

The young man who was exactly like himself lowered his head in the face of scolding and burst into tears.

The scene switches again, and the young man even cuts his wrist with a knife......

"What can I do!"

"I'm dumber than all of them, why are you pushing me, why are you pushing me...... Why ......"

"What's wrong with me not getting into college? I can work part-time, I can't study at all! ”

"Who wants to be born in this family! If I had money, I would have lived so well like everyone else, and I would have been able to study well......"

"He will never understand me, I have been looked down upon since I was a child, I haven't even eaten a meal of KFC, how can I have enough for such a little living expenses a week!"

"In the next life, I want to have a good birth, and I won't be reincarnated into the family of this kind of tuberculosis ghost again......"

"Die, die!"

"Rubbish! Waste that doesn't make money! ”

Zhou Yang saw the young man trying to cut his wrists.

Scolding.

Filled with all kinds of resentment and negative emotions, every sentence seems to be complaining.

Then, just as the knife was about to cut the blood vessels in his wrist, his whole body suddenly trembled, and then the picture of the whole world suddenly went black.

I don't know how long later, Zhou Yang heard a burst of apologetic voices in the dark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

"I'm sorry ......"

"I know I have to live well, I know I'm wrong, I'll live well in the future, if there's still a chance......"

In the darkness, the voice was filled with crying, and then it grew softer and softer.

"Goodbye."

Eventually, it turned into a soft murmur.

With this murmur,

Zhou Yang felt that something in the darkness was slowly dissipating, and finally returned to nothingness.

Quiescence.

There was a long silence.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yang opened his eyes in a trance.

He felt that he had had had a long dream, and at the same time, he felt that his mind was extremely keen, as if he had been reborn.

This night, he slept very comfortably, and it can even be said that this was the most comfortable sleep he had since he came to this world.

He looked at his hand, it felt very real, and at the same time his ears became more and more sensitive, I don't know if it was an illusion, he could even hear sounds far away, and his vision became very clear, the grass and trees outside the window, the clouds and the sun, and the leaves faintly floating in the distance.

He withdrew his gaze.

Then, he found that the room that should have been messy was clean at this moment, and at the same time, there was a refreshing fragrance in the air......

He sat up and saw a note beside the bed, the handwriting on the note was beautiful.

"Remember to eat breakfast."

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