Wu Yuhua's steps were very gentle, she walked slowly, staring at the moat in front of her.

Jiang Xun's footsteps were very fast, he walked quickly, and when he walked not far away, he stopped and looked at the girl in front of him coldly, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Wu Yuhua turned his head and looked at him calmly.

"Oh no, I feel like a spy joint." Jiang Xun couldn't hold back and laughed.

Wu Yuhua also smiled, she grew up in Shandong, with the change of her parents' work, the whole family moved to Hangzhou, she has a bird on her body, and when she speaks sweetly, she also has the boldness of a northern girl.

"You are still limping when you walk......" Wu Yuhua actually wanted to laugh when she saw Jiang Xun's appearance, a pair of lovers meeting by the moat was beautiful, this appearance was not what she imagined in her heart.

"So do it all over again." Jiang Xun's legs and feet are still not good, even if he endures it, but when he walks fast, it is also bumpy and bumpy, and Wu Yuhua wants to laugh again.

"Sister, this scene can't be filmed." Jiang Xun is a director's tone.

He couldn't shoot, and he couldn't go far, so he had to go back to the hospital.

But after such an experience, the two are much more familiar than when they were in the crew, and when it comes to Shandong and the experience of going to school, Wu Yuhua has more words.

"I have also taken the Nortel and Chinese opera exams, and I got stuck as soon as I turned off the recitation," got out of the car and entered the hospital, Wu Yuhua subconsciously wanted to help Jiang Xun, "There is no way, I will take the military art exam later." ”

At the time, the judges unanimously rejected Ms. Wu's performance because her voice was too soft and muffled.

The autumn wind swept by, the leaves on the ground fluttered, Wu Yuhua looked at the trees not far away, autumn is still coming, when she was taking the Nortel exam, she recited the autumn of Yu Dafu's hometown.

"Autumn, wherever it is, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet, and sad. Although it was not autumn in Beiping that year, it was also sad.

"My reason why I want to catch up with Qingdao from Hangzhou, and even more so from Qingdao to Beiping, is just to taste this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital. Jiang Xun immediately said.

Oh, Wu Yuhua looked at him steadily, "Jiangnan, of course there is autumn, but the grass and trees wither slowly, the air comes moist, the color of the sky seems light, and it is often rainy and windy...... Do you like to read? ”

Beauty is in the bones and not in the skin, Wu Yuhua's beauty lies in the temperament she exudes, she is actually a female literary youth of this era, like violin, but also like harmonica, "In the Nanjing Frontline Troupe, I have read almost all the famous works at home and abroad." ”

Her style comes from the books she has read, and with the fact that she has studied art since she was a child, she has more of a fascinating atmosphere.

"Do you like poetry?" The two seemed to be able to talk together.

"I like it," Jiang Xun said with a smile, "Who doesn't like poetry these days." ”

"I don't think about whether I can succeed, since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain......"

Wu Yuhua slowly sat down on the hospital bed, the Jiang Xun in his eyes was not Wang Husheng, he was Jiang Xun, the poems were so good, as if they were written for her.

Back then, she resolutely quit the iron job of the front-line troupe, and went to Beiping alone with 200 yuan, Beiping is her distance, and since then she has only cared about the wind and rain, fenced women and dogs, and longed for ...... Step by step to the present.

"I don't think about whether I can win love, since I love roses, I have the courage to confide in my sincerity......"

Jiang Xun continued to recite, but Wu Yuhua stood up gently, walked to his side, and grabbed his hand, Jiang Xun tried to pull it out, but found that it was just in vain.

"This man is happy enough, and his girlfriend is so beautiful......

"What do I think, this woman looks like a TV star, and the man, well, I haven't seen ......"

"By the way, that's a jujube flower......

……

The patients in a ward were watching, but they didn't expect to meet TV stars here, and immediately the door of the ward was full of people.

"Comrade, did you write this poem yourself?"

When the two turned around, they found that a group of young people had gathered around them at some point.

Jiang Xun glanced at Wu Yuhua, her face was slightly red, and her hand quietly let go of Jiang Xun's hand.

"You are ......" The more people gathered, Jiang Xun felt that he couldn't stay in the hospital.

"Comrade, did you write this poem, what do you call it? We're halfway there...... Can you recite them all? ”

"Is there a second half?" Wu Yuhua was dragged by Jiang Xun to the outside of the hospital bed, but he also remembered this poem.

"Hey, comrade, don't go, the second half of the ......" The young man stopped them, "I am a reporter from China Youth Daily, my name is Qin Youyi, you are Comrade Jiang Xun and Wu Yuhua, right......?"

Oh, the purpose of listening to him is to write a longed-for manuscript, Jiang Xun has something to say about this.

However, Qin Youyi's mind was not on the manuscript, he was only interested in poetry now.

"Comrade Jiang Xun, please tell me, what is the name of this poem, and can the rest of the chapters be recited to me?"

The name of the poem is "Love of Life", and it is the representative work of Wang Guozhen, the hottest poet of the 90s.

However, at this time, Qin Youyi reporter solemnly transcribed the poem, and in the position of the poet's name, he solemnly wrote down two words: Jiang Xun.

……

As the sun sets, the steps of the hospital glow with shine, and you can still see the traces of time.

"Completely fascinated by you, tenderness poured into your heart, who is the most beautiful when the flowers open, Hongchen loves a rose......"

Boredom, Jiang Xun sat on the steps outside the hospital door, slowly playing the harmonica, watching the crowds of people coming and going.

This is the tune of Rose Rose I Love You.

Wu Yuhua bought steamed buns and porridge, and when she heard this tactful and melodious music, she was in a trance.

"I don't think about the cold wind and rain behind me, since the target is the horizon

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy, as long as I love life, everything is expected......"

The back in front of her is sitting quietly in the sunset, which is heartwarming, and it is this back with a harmonica that overshadows all the actors she has worked with......

Yes, as long as you love life, everything is expected.

She quietly looked at the young man in front of her, in this world, she knew her best, but she didn't expect it to be him who had just been in contact with a crew for a few days!

The sound of the harmonica was still playing, Wu Yuhua walked over and sat down next to Jiang Xun gently, just like Xiao Zhuxin in the play, and gently leaned his head on Jiang Xun's shoulder.

……

Early in the morning, the long-awaited sixteen-year-old shuttle bus was sent to Xishan again.

Jiang Xun sat in front of Wu Yuhua, silently familiar with the script.

"How were these two days?" Zhao Baogang, who was sitting next to Wu Yuhua, asked with a smile.

"I've found a feeling, I'm ready to shoot, I think, I'm ready." Wu Yuhua also smiled.

The courtyard of Wang Husheng's house is a single-family two-story villa, the walls of the villa are crawling with creepers, and the vegetation outside the yard has not been repaired for a long time because of the owner.

Jiang Xun walked over from a distance lonely, his face could not tell whether he was lonely or lonely, he casually pulled off a leaf of a plant and chewed it aimlessly in his mouth.

In the factory, he was despised and despised by others, even when he walked, he was also eye-down, and he did not dare to look at people easily.

A pair of women's cloth shoes caught his eye......