Chun chose to return to his hometown with Dong, why didn't she bring a little "luck" in her heart, she said that she would knock out the child in her belly, but she still didn't.

“action！”

Yu Feihong stood at the window of his old house, the outside of the house was dusty, and occasionally a few dog sounds echoed back in the courtyard.

She gave up going abroad or gave up temporarily because of the child in her womb, but after spending a few days with his family, she found that this man was so powerless when he left school, and he was as immature as a newborn baby.

In the 90s, when the economic tide swept in, artists were faced with the dual struggle between spiritual appeal and survival urgency, or one of the many reasons why painters were beaten back to the one-sided problem of "people".

"Vision" is a terrible thing, it can make your heart crazy and breed "devils" that don't belong to you.

Dong is just a painter who can't sell oil paintings, and Spring is about to get out of this "besieged city".

"How can you say that you can see the fertile soil, the mountains and rivers, and the scenery from the window?"

Yu Feihong looked at the tall buildings in the distance through the window, and complained a little about Yu Yanqiao, who had shown off the black soil and white clouds of his hometown to him.

Yu Yanqiao at the table drooped his head and smoked his cigarette in silence, he felt that he was confused.

Just like when he first returned home, he couldn't find where the door of his house was in the face of a "brand-new" village, and from that moment on, his heart was hesitant.

Just as he couldn't answer where Chun's home was at the time, he can't reply now.

Times are changing, hiding in the studio with his head down, his eyes can only see the sun rising on the roof of the building.

In the 90s, behind the enclosure movement was to tear down houses and build houses like building blocks, and there were too many people who couldn't find their way home.

Day 2.

Winter proposes to let his father take them to the woods to hunt birds.

In the cold winter, the heavens and the earth seem to be covered with a thick layer of snow-white quilt. "Shasha" three people shuttled through the forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Mi Mi ......

The nearby river made a crisp sound of running water, and my father stopped on the bank, carrying a shotgun, pointing to the other side of the river, and sighed:

"There used to be a lot of birds on the other side, but when a factory was built, there were fewer birds."

The two of them silently followed their father's side, no one spoke, and the three of them walked along.

Bang!

The father in front of him abruptly put a hammer on a treetop, and the two people behind rushed up.

In the distance, Wang Xiaoshuai fiddled with the camera, and he focused the lens on the silhouettes of the two people next to each other.

Approaching, the tall spring and the thin winter are incomparably compatible, and he is glad that this terrible society has not hurt the couple.

The contour line of the face under the fur hat of spring is extremely elegant, and the face of winter is also handsome of the people of the Republic of China.

Wang Xiaoshuai's shots are almost all head-up.

The snowfields of the Northeast in winter, the sun-drenched forests, and the frozen rivers are really like a painting of different shades of ink.

The camera is level, and the three of them walk in from the right side of the frame, except for the voiceover, all their conversations are like fairy voices floating from nowhere, a sense of alienation without a trace.

The father walked farther and farther, and the two of them walked slower and slower.

The cold wind howled in the forest, blowing down the silver snow on the treetops, and the two of them stopped under the redwood tree.

Yu Yanqiao's eyes looked calm, he had yelled at her "get out", and tried to keep her like a dog.

Her eyes were colder than the snow at the moment, and Yu Yanqiao slowly lowered her head and kissed her. The cold wind wants to take away the temperature of the lips, and the light like the wind lifts the wrinkles of spring water.

"Click!"

The two of them were puzzled, just like when an artist was mourning and thinking about the scene, the person next to him said, "Mom, someone is there", Wang Xiaoshuai is still in trouble at the moment.

Wang Xiaoshuai ran to the two of them upside down, and was about to phrase words in his heart, how to say better, but Yu Feihong said: "I adjust my mood." ”

"Hmm."

Wang Xiaoshuai muffled, he was a little unhappy, he was also a man, why could this product be so attractive to women.

He was sure and affirmed that Yu Feihong fell in love with the man in front of her, to be precise, she fell in love with winter, and she regarded herself as spring.

Standing tree trunks, front and back are thick white mist, Yu Feihong wears a scarf and wraps her head like a northeastern woman, she stands and leans against the tree trunk, and behind her is the tall man standing with his back to her.

The camera shoots in a straight line, and the red in the front shot is as red as a mellow beauty, and the distant man behind her gives people the illusion of time being separated.

The camera is slightly off, the snow and cold forest, the occasional birdsong or two, the white sky, the black tree trunks, the river bank, the beautiful scenery and a touch of poetry are all in front of you.

Yu Feihong stood on a dirt slope, the cold wind rolled up her sleeves, the sun reflected in her cold eyes, the golden sunlight bathed in the black hair, she turned around, stretched out her hand and pointed into the distance:

"Go over there, and you'll be in the Soviet Union!"

Spring got on the train back to the capital, and Winter stood on a hillside far from the tracks.

After the train, the curved rails were blurred by a weed.

……

In an empty studio, Yu Yanqiao stood expressionlessly in front of a human-height mirror. The smooth mirror reflects a thin man with glasses, his eyebrows teasing like clowns.

Suddenly he grinned like a clown, but he was speechless. or calm or grotesque staring, or strangely raising the corners of the mouth......

The camera pans out the window, the basketball court crackles, and then slows down to look down on the campus and the tall buildings being built outside the campus.

"Click!"

……

Trinity Hutong, corner commissary.

Yu Yanqiao received a message from Wang Ji, who had not been contacted for a long time.

"Hey!"

"It's nothing, I've been a little unwell lately, uh-huh, how long have you been here, uh-huh!"

After Yu Yanqiao finished paying the phone bill, he left in a trance and lifeless, the owner of the small shop, who was still familiar with him, looked at Luqi, reached out and touched his chin, and said:

"Hey, this kid usually jumps off like a dog without a leash, it's so quiet today, it's weird, could it be that his girlfriend ran away?"

In the rental house, Brother Dou cooked a bowl of mash eggs for Yu Yanqiao, looked at the blinking eyes lying on the bed with a pair of dull eyes, as if dead, and then enlightened:

"Brother, didn't my brother say you, woman, there are better ones waiting for you after the separation, why hurt your body so much, as the saying goes, ......"

"Get out!"

Brother Dou was not angry, put the porcelain bowl at the head of the bed, and listened to the movement behind him, followed by a strange fragrance, and turned his head to look.

Ooh! What a straight girl.

Brother Dou winked his eyebrows at the man on the bed, rolled out of the room numbly, and smiled ambiguously.

"Your friend?"

Yu Yanqiao didn't talk.

"The long deputy thief eyebrows, this kind of person, you don't have much contact."

Yu Yanqiao, who was lying on the bed on his back, glanced at Wang Ji, who was as dignified and plump as before.

"Dead?"

The tight and slim trousers showed her bumpy figure, Wang Ji sat by the window, and reached out to break Yu Yanqiao's face.

Yarn ......

Wang Ji got up and closed the doors and windows, and didn't turn on the lights, only listening to the sound of yarn undressing, Yu Yanqiao's quilt was lifted abruptly, and bursts of fragrance poured into her nose.

"I'm dying anyway, let me take advantage of the heat!"

"You're human!"

"I'm not ready for anyone!"

This woman seems to be so domineering in Yu Yanqiao's memory.

……

The cold wind outside the house was cold, and the temperature inside the house was still there, Wang Ji prostrate on his chest and kicked:

"When I think back to those days in New York, I still wake up scared at night."

"Hmm."

"Acting and life, you have to learn to separate, when I see you like this, you are in the play, you haven't learned to climb yet, you start running."

"Hmm."

Yu Yanqiao hugged her smooth shoulders and didn't say much, just muffled.

"Huh...... It seems that the excitement is not enough! ”

Night is falling.

Wang Ji leaned over to cut vegetables on the board, and after Yu Yanqiao lit the stove outside, he leaned against the door frame and said:

"You can also cook?"

"Heh... How strange is that your girlfriend wouldn't? ”

In the presence of one woman, especially in the presence of a woman with whom she is still in close proximity, it is best not to discuss another woman.

Yu Yanqiao chose to avoid talking about it very wisely, and when he heard the sound, the door of the next room opened, and Brother Dou grinned and walked to the courtyard with his clothes on, and by the light transmitted from the house, he saw that there was a thick red mark on the neck of the goods, and he smiled a little inexplicably, and said:

"Qiaozi, a moment of pleasure is the spice of life, but don't put your life on the line!"

After saying that, he ran out of the yard with a smoke. At this moment, Wang Ji and Yu Yanqiao looked at each other, this thing was thick-skinned, shrugged, and said:

"Compared with losing my life, I am more concerned about the fact that the gun head is almost broken."

Wang Ji glanced at him sideways and continued to lower her head to cut vegetables, but her tall body looked even more charming in the dim light.