Chapter 28 The wind starts from the tip of the green reed.
Xia Huanming closed the script, his voice was the same as usual, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised: "Why are you back?"
"I'm here to accompany the captain," the man at the door threw the snacks on his bed, pulled a chair over, and sat opposite him, "Do you want to rehearse your lines? I can help you rehearse your lines."
Xia Huanming was speechless. He finally turned the script to that page and spread it on Chen Xing's raised hand: "For this part, you don't have to act, just say it."
This was the first time Chen Xing saw the scripts of other groups. There were indeed a lot of ancient Chinese texts on them, just as Xia Huanming had said.
Chen Xing almost went back to the time when he was reciting Red Cliff in high school.
Chen Xing placed the script on the table and read: "The Biluochun that His Majesty gave me yesterday is still warm. Why don't you drink a cup first?"
Chen Xing chewed his candy while listening to Xia Huanming's next line: "The thirteen tribes of Di Rong swore an oath of blood and slaughtered all the outposts in Yunzhong County. On the way back to Beijing, I was attacked seven times and three of my horses were killed. The flood in the granary was caused by thunder from the sky. Now the Di Rong and the Uighur shamans are knocking on the gate. If we let them break through Juyong Pass!"
In Chen Xing's memory, this should be Xia Huanming's first time acting in a costume drama? The lines in ancient dramas and modern dramas are completely different.
According to what his teacher taught him, modern dramas emphasize naturalness, and there is no need to deliberately regulate breathing. One should speak and pause naturally as usual. Xia Huanming also taught him this.
But ancient dramas seem to be meant to be read with ancient charm. Even though Xia Huanming is sitting on the bed and is not the so-called general who would rather commit suicide than surrender, after reading these paragraphs, he can feel the character's emotions.
He was right. Xia Huanming's voice was suitable for listening at night. Every syllable seemed to be gushing out from the cracks on the seabed, carrying with it the granular texture of mud and sand.
"That year, Di Rong massacred the city... It was His Highness..."
After finishing the last part, Chen Xing placed the potato chips on his legs and clapped his hands: "Good! Captain, you are invincible! It's perfect!"
"It's not that exaggerated." Xia Huanming took back the script calmly.
"Really, I'm not exaggerating at all! It's just great!" Chen Xing continued to praise, "If you were on stage, our team's score would definitely go up. You would be able to make up for the average score that I lowered. You're amazing. You're a talented captain!"
"Okay, okay, I get it." Even though Xia Huanming had heard it many times, he was still not used to Chen Xing's compliments. He simply covered his mouth with his hand, "Stop talking, okay?"
Chen Xing did not say anything. He smiled and took out a grape candy. He held it between two fingers and put it in front of Xia Huanming's mouth, as if to say - I'll give you a candy as a reward.
Xia Huanming tilted his head back: "I don't like it."
Chen Xing said in a muffled voice: "Dye me."
Then I'll eat it. Xia Huanming understood.
"Then eat it." He let go of her hand.
Chen Xing immediately grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed halfway and said, "Captain, are you shy?"
Then he continued chewing.
Xia Huanming stared at Chen Xing's cheek and said, "Anyone would feel uncomfortable if you gave such a long list of compliments."
His puffy cheeks started moving again: "Really? Why do I like being praised? And the more I am praised, the more excited I am."
"You are you," Xia Huanming poked him with his finger, "Brother Qi is also giving you encouragement and education now. Have you ever seen Zheng Qi praise me?"
It seems not.
"It's okay. I'm here. I'll support you in the future." Chen Xing said confidently.
Xia Huanming: "...It's up to you."
"Then don't cover my mouth. If you cover my mouth, I will lick you." Chen Xing licked his lips.
He tried his best to act as obscene as possible, but his appearance was there, and in Xia Huanming's opinion, he just wanted to lick the crumbs off the corner of his mouth.
Xia Huanming thought that Chen Xing would not do such a disgusting thing for no reason, and there must be someone behind him who taught him, so he asked, "Where did you learn this from?"
He actually found out by asking, it turned out that Zhao Xingyu taught Chen Xing when he was bored on the crew.
He only looked after Chen Xing and forgot that there was an activist named Zhao Xingyu in the team.
If we compare Chen Xing and Zhao Xingyu, Chen Xing is too honest.
The last time the crew came back, Zhao Xingyu suddenly had the urge to mix a glass of original wine, so he poured Sprite and grapes into the glass and started to shake it. But he forgot that these were just two ordinary glasses, without the interface like a cocktail shaker.
The final result was: all the wine sprayed out from the gaps, and it took half an hour to mop the floor.
Chen Xing thought Xia Huanming's silence meant he was interested, so he pulled his chair closer to Xia Huanming and excitedly told him his plan: "If someone covers your mouth, you can lick it with your tongue; if he swings his arm at you, you can spit. Do whatever you want to disgust him, and you can control him for three seconds."
Xia Huanming: "What about three seconds later?"
Chen Xing: "Kneel down and apologize."
Xia Huanming: “……?”
For the first time, Xia Huanming felt that having a quiet personality was a good thing. At least others wouldn’t notice his silence.
Xia Huanming raised his hand and stroked Chen Xing's curly hair: "Do you believe it?"
“I don’t believe it,” Chen Xing narrowed his left eye and rubbed his palm subconsciously, “So I asked him to try it first, and he went to disgust Brother Yue. Brother Yue kept avoiding him, and he laughed his ass off.”
Were you just laughing about this?
Xia Huanming withdrew his hand and clenched his palm.
"By the way," Chen Xing continued to grab a handful of snacks, "Captain, when can you come to class?"
"What's wrong?"
Chen Xing said with a smile: "Nothing, I just miss the fact that I haven't had class with you for a few days." Although Qi Yinrui would also help him answer questions, the effect was still not as good as simultaneous interpretation.
Xia Huanming thought for a moment and said, "Maybe in a few days."
Chen Xing believed it to be true, but he didn't expect that what Xia Huanming said about a few days was actually the completion of the filming of the first episode of the script.
ha?
The filming is finished, so of course I have time to come to the classroom.
When Chen Xing realized this, he was very dissatisfied. He originally only wanted to wait for a day or two, but ended up waiting until the end.
Okay, okay, you lied to him again, right?!
So on the day of the second recording, he ignored Xia Huanming after he got up, and still ignored Xia Huanming when he arrived at the classroom. In the end, it was only after Xia Huanming said sorry and called him wake up brother that he chose to reconcile.
The classroom was still the same one they went to the first time, and the seats were still the same ones they went to the first time. Qi Yinrui and Du He in the front row turned around to watch the show again.
Xia Huanming was surprisingly in a good mood. He pulled Chen Xing's clothes and said softly, "Don't be angry."
Chen Xing tilted his head to look at the floor. He was wearing a nectarine yellow windbreaker with a white shirt showing underneath, and black over-the-knee pants.
Xia Huanming glanced at his right leg. The scar on his leg had faded a lot.
Qi Yinrui smiled and said, "Xia Huanming, why did you provoke him again?"
Xia Huanming's voice immediately returned to its usual calmness: "How do you know it was me who caused it?"
"Who else but you?" Qi Yinrui spread his hands. "Anyway, when we were in a group of two, he was never this angry."
Xia Huanming heard a small voice from the side: "That's right."
"Don't bully Chen Xing," Du He also agreed, "It's rare to find such a good person."
Someone beside him whispered, "That's right."
Xia Huanming: “…”
Xia Huanming sighed: "I admit that he is a good person, but I didn't bully him."
Chen Xing turned around and pointed out: "You lied to me."
"Then what should we do?" Xia Huanming grabbed his finger and put it down, smiling and said, "Then you can also lie to me once."
I would like to ask how many people in this world can deceive Xia Huanming?
Chen Xing dared to say that if this man existed in the martial arts world, he would definitely be a disciple of the Tang Sect. He knew all about hidden weapons and no one could deceive him.
Chen Xing compared it again and again, and confirmed: "It's a bit of a loss."
Qi Yinrui suggested from the front row: "Your leg is injured, right? Ask him to run errands for you."
Du He nodded: "Yes, yes, that's what I wanted to say too. Let him serve you wholeheartedly."
Chen Xing thought this was good and asked the person involved: "This is fine. How about this?"
Xia Huanming actually doesn’t care.
If it were someone else, he might hesitate, wondering if the other party would cause trouble for him.
But if it was Chen Xing, then there would be no need to be too cautious, because no matter how bad Chen Xing was, he couldn't be that bad.
After Xia Huanming agreed, he leaned closer and asked, "You are no longer angry now, right?"
"I wasn't angry in the first place," Chen Xing moved his fingers that were caught, as if gently stroking Xia Huanming's palm, "I'm very generous."
Xia Huanming then remembered that he had not let go. The itchiness from his palm caught him off guard and he was startled for a moment, and he immediately let go of his hand.
Chen Xing didn't notice anything wrong and chatted leisurely with the two people in front of him.
While the three were chatting, Xia Huanming logged into Weibo and took a look at Chen Xing's Weibo account.
After the promotional image was released, Chen Xing’s number of fans increased from 340,000 to 1.75 million.
At 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon, Chen Xing posted a picture of the interface of a music software with the caption "Taking a break from my busy schedule! (=ω= */)! Thank you all for your attention!" The number of comments was twice as much as before.
[@四羊的童鞋]: I like people who don’t treat netizens as netizens! The last person who treated Weibo as a friend circle was Zhang Mouan!
[@fiswin] replied to [@四羊的童鞋]: Zhang Mouan! !
[@芊陌菌君] replied to [@四羊的童鞋]: I laughed so hard, Xingbao you are really famous, you even got the big brother's attention!
[@Steam Bread]: You are hiding it too well, aren’t you? I searched for Qing Feng but couldn’t find it. I saw other people recommending songs and then I realized you are the Qing Feng. I have collected many of your songs!!! Please note your Weibo account in Hongyue Music.
[@野生大饼]: I clicked it. It took me a long time to find his account.
…
Xia Huanming was reading the comments section and didn't notice someone quietly approaching him. By the time he found the two tufts of hair, the smell of Chen Xing's shower gel had already seeped into his nose and filled his throat.
Xia Huanming swallowed the non-existent air.
"Are you reading my Weibo?" Chen Xing raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "We can follow each other after the first episode airs."
"Hmm." Xia Huanming rubbed the phone case aimlessly.
Chen Xing came to chat with him again, and he didn't shut up until the teachers came in.
The process is the same as before, first introduction, then practice, and finally the announcement of the keywords for the next issue.
It’s just that this time everyone is familiar with each other and is no longer reserved. They will agree loudly when necessary and the interaction is much more enthusiastic.
"The key season for this issue has already been mentioned, which is summer. The key season for the next issue is exactly the opposite, winter." Zhang Jin'an pressed the remote control, and when the next chapter appeared on the PPT, he raised his chin to the audience, "Chen Xing, do you have any ideas this time?"
Before Xia Huanming could react, Chen Xing stood up, shouted "stewed goose in an iron pot", and sat down again.
Zhang Jinan on the stage nodded: "Yeah, not bad, I've eaten this before, it's really delicious."
Xia Huanming didn't expect Zhang Jinan to cue Chen Xing.
Seeing that other people in the group did not show any surprised reactions, it can be inferred that Chen Xing had already become familiar with these people during class, so others were not surprised.
It’s only been a few days?
Everyone's laughter sounded like silver bells in the wind, clear and pleasant to the ear, but Xia Huanming could only taste a faint bitterness in the air, like... unripe green plums.
A thin needle silently pierced into his heart, bringing a subtle but long-lasting pain, and he could do nothing but let the waves in his heart surge silently.
Why is this happening?
Xia Huanming couldn't find the source of his discomfort, so he could only clench his fists and exhale deeply.
The course ended unknowingly, and Chen Xing was very happy having learned something new.
While sorting things, he heard two people in front of him chatting: "If we write about winter, do we need to use a snow machine?"
Chen Xing suddenly became interested and moved between the two of them and asked, "Snowflake camera, is that the thing that can take pictures of snow scenes in summer?"
"Yeah," Qi Yinrui poked the notebook Chen Xing was holding with his finger, "But I don't know why everyone is so excited about seeing the snow. Isn't it a very common thing?"
Du He hit his arm in disdain: "Stop talking, you northerner. We in the south are lucky to have sleet, right, little piggy."
"It's true that it doesn't snow much in Mutan, and it hasn't snowed this year," Chen Xing recalled when he last saw snow in his senior year of high school. "But when I was in Changsha before, I could see snow every year, but it was very small."
"You're from Changsha? Then you're not from the south either," Du He clapped his hands and pointed at Xia Huanming who was about to leave. "Oh, yes, Xia Huanming is a pure southerner, from Hainan, the southernmost country in the world."
Xia Huanming felt three pairs of eyes staring at him. When he turned around, he saw these three people looking at him.
Xia Huanming sighed and answered cooperatively, "Haikou is 20 degrees in winter."
Du He spread his hands proudly: "Just look."
Chen Xing asked curiously, "Haven't you filmed a road movie? You've been to so many places and never encountered snow scenes?"
Xia Huanming was surprised that Chen Xing knew that the first film he had ever shot was a road movie, but the shock only flashed in his eyes for a few seconds before fading away quickly: "No, it was filmed in the summer and early autumn."
Qi Yinrui comforted him: "It's okay. With modern technology, you can play with the refrigerator. There is snow in the refrigerator."
Xia Huanming: "...Thank you."
After the course, they went to another round of reading sessions. This time the script was about a gang infighting in Hong Kong in the 1990s. The protagonist naturally became Zhao Xingyu, who spoke the most standard Cantonese, followed by Wang Baiyue, who looked like a gangster.
The role assigned to Chen Xing is still a small role, playing the role of younger brother A who rebels against his leader after awakening, and his "leader" is Xia Huanming.
Although there are fewer lines this time, there are more fighting actions. In just half a page, it's basically all about fighting.
This made Chen Xing, who had always dreamed of martial arts scenes, very happy.
After Director Yu finished explaining the script, he joked, "This time, you can take revenge if you have any grievances, just don't get slapped in the face."
Everyone laughed.
As for the people the girls' group is looking for, this time they are still looking for Xia Huanming and Zheng Qi, as if they want to continue the script of the previous episode.
The worldview of the girls' script this time was even more grand than last time, so they spoke for a longer time. By the time the reading session was over, it was almost four in the afternoon.
Xia Huanming thought he was late enough, but when he walked out of the corridor, he saw Chen Xing, Wang Baiyue, Zhao Xingyu, Xue Si Nian and Zheng Peiya all standing under the camphor tree, looking up at something.
The orange light flowed like molten gold, filling half the sky. The clouds were dyed a light rose gold by this brilliant light, with a hint of pink and purple at the edges.
The leaves of the camphor tree are also coated with a layer of golden sand.
Maybe it's looking at the golden thread?
Zheng Peiya was the first to notice the two of them coming out, and patted the shoulders of the two people next to her. Everyone came over together.
Upon asking, I found out that these people went to the practice room to practice for a while after the afternoon class and spent a long time learning Cantonese pronunciation.
Wang Baiyue speaks Cantonese like a robot: "Lei Hao, Ou Hai Wang Baiyue."
Zhao Xingyu held his forehead and patted his shoulder: "Don't call me teacher."
After everyone laughed, they went home together.
When they reached the empty road, they discovered that the orange light flowed like molten gold, and at the border between heaven and earth, the color gradually deepened.
Xia Huanming was dressed in black, standing out as a lone figure among all the other colours.
He put the earphone on his left ear and listened to the conversation in front of him with the other ear.
They were nothing more than some trivial things in their spare time, or past experiences, coupled with Zheng Qi's cold jokes, but the few of them who resonated with each other always laughed out loud.
The air was filled with the sweet smell of freshly cut grass, like a handful of crushed fresh juice, mixed with the resinous aroma of pine needles baked by the sun.
They came to a fork in the road, and the people in front of them were all turning right. Xia Huanming was about to follow them when his sleeve was pulled. He looked down and saw that it was Chen Xing who was pulling his sleeve.
"Captain," Chen Xing pointed to another road leading to the river bank, "Follow me."
Xia Huanming didn't understand, but he followed him anyway.
The road along the river bank was no longer an asphalt road, but a road with distinct stones. After walking a little further, clusters of reeds appeared, and on the right side of the road were rows of tassel trees.
"You know what? I met an old man who was fishing here. He gave me a fish this big." Chen Xing happily gestured to show the size, "And finally gave it to everyone to eat."
Xia Huanming smiled: "You are indeed the type that those uncles and aunts like."
"I can't help it. I'm just so likable. It really bothers me," Chen Xing pretended to be conflicted, but he didn't hesitate for more than two seconds before he started laughing.
Xia Huanming also laughed softly, and then asked, "So, you called me here just to tell me this?"
Chen Xing ran to the tree, touched the uneven cracks, and asked Xia Huanming: "What do these tassel trees look like?"
Xia Huanming looked up.
Dusk is an overturned enamel rouge box, with orange, indigo and purple smudged in the clouds, and the western sky is covered with silk drying in the dyeing workshop. So what would the tassel tree look like when it blooms a bouquet of snow-white flowers under the shadow of time?
Cool water vapor rushes into the nostrils, carrying the fragrance of soil and the scent of plants.
He heard Chen Xing say.
“Does it look like snow?”
Chen Xing didn't know that Xia Huanming's phone had already skipped to the next song, which happened to be his song "I'm in Qingshan Lake".
——Three, two, one, hey, I'm waiting for you
——No one told you the past, but I have to listen to it
——Listen to the sound of the flute as the snow melts
——Listen to the message blowing from the mountains and forests
It begins with a cappella singing, and then slowly introduces the piano and guitar sounds.
Seventeen-year-old Chen Xing has a voice as pure as spring water.
Xia Huanming no longer remembers how many times he has listened to it. He only knows that whenever the guitar sounds, his soul is always touched.
It’s like eating your favorite dish; performing a whole play without any glitches; or... an exotic encounter at the seaside by Feiou.
——The mountain said that the nebula fell into my heart
——You are like light and fog blowing on my shore
The reeds by the river were slightly bent, and Xia Huanming thought it was a finches flapping their brown-yellow wings and flying back into the reeds, but it was actually the wind. The tassel tree swayed with the wind, and the tiny petals fell, just like... snow in winter.
But the warm palms told Xia Huanming that it was not summer yet.
A few petals fell on the ends of Chen Xing's hair, a few more petals brushed across his slender white neck, and finally fell between the two shoes standing opposite each other.
Xia Huanming stood under the vast sky lit with flames, listening to the singing in his headphones overlapping with the current soundtrack.
But the voice on the other end was loud and clear, rushing straight into his disappearing soul.
"Xia Huanming, we watched the first snow together."
——You are the other side of the blue willow and dark clouds
——You are the subtle fragrance of the clouds and stars
——And I am waiting for a chance encounter that represents a reunion
It turns out that the wind starts from the tip of the green reed.
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