Scallion Egg Pancake
A sudden move came from the sky, and after a reckless kiss, Jin Cang "escaped" and disappeared at the end of Xiangyang's sight.
Xiangyang stared at the tall, distraught figure and smiled blankly for a long time.
Wasn't he also in a state of disarray? After the dizziness subsided, certain indescribable, once somewhat unreasonably protected longings and imaginations for love finally broke out of the ground and blossomed freely.
It was too early to say anything, but he remembered what Jin Yu had said to him, about "Lan Yu", about the sentence "I promised myself that I would no longer be sad for others", that oath he made to himself, which was more tragic than unrestrained.
The snow in Beijing and the clear sky in Taipei, two very similar faces, a name they once shared, now strangely overlapped in his mind, transforming into a lotus newly blossoming at the beginning of the ancient world, a nirvana and also a rebirth.
He recalled another line from the movie: "When two people become too familiar with each other, it's time to break up."
No, he made a solemn promise to himself that all the regrets and missed opportunities that he had not had time to make up for with "A Luo" would turn into spring rain that would nourish "A Cang" to bloom.
At least, allow yourself to be brave once! At that moment, his heart was suddenly enlightened, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.
It was a seemingly unexpected episode, but Xiangyang did not exaggerate its "dramatic effect", but found a properly placed psychological construction.
The gears of reality continue to grind and turn without a break.
The director Jiang Ningjing of the Singaporean movie mentioned by Film Emperor Ni Chaofan that day happened to be in Taipei, and she had an appointment with Jin Cang the next morning.
The next morning, Xiang Yang accompanied Jin Cang into a film production company located in a commercial building in the city center.
They focused their attention on the next audition, both of them skillfully pretending that nothing had happened last night.
People are coming and going in the film production company, and the air is filled with the intense preparations for the new film and the rush before shooting begins, an atmosphere of excitement that is between being drunk and preparing for an exam.
Ni Chaofan had been waiting there for a long time. He kindly introduced the two of them to a middle-aged woman with a capable temperament who was standing next to him.
"This is Director Jiang Ningjing."
Director Jiang's gaze was deep and direct. She looked Jin Cang up and down, her eyes full of inquiry.
"Don't be nervous, young man." Her voice was soft, with the silky ending tone of Singaporeans speaking Mandarin, and carried the authority and aura of someone who had been in the world for a long time.
The auditions took place in a spacious rehearsal room.
In accordance with Director Jiang's request, Jin Cang first performed several impromptu monologues.
He put aside all distractions and immersed himself completely in the performance.
Next, there is a one-on-one rivalry with Ni Chaofan.
Faced with the actor who instantly immersed himself in the role, Jin Cang was not intimidated at all. Instead, his deeper potential was stimulated.
The two men fought back and forth, sparks flying, as if the father and son in the script were actually alive before their eyes.
Xiangyang stood aside, his heart rising and falling with Jin Cang's performance.
He saw Director Jiang's expression, which gradually changed from a tight pursed mouth to a smile of approval and affirmation, and he nodded quietly to Ni Chaofan beside him from time to time.
After the audition, Director Jiang and Ni Chaofan walked up to Jin Cang one after another, patted him on the shoulder, both with satisfied smiles on their faces, and then left the rehearsal room together to have further discussions.
Ah Cang stood there in a daze, feeling a little lost for a moment.
He turned his head and looked at Xiangyang who had been silently accompanying him, and a bright and straightforward smile appeared on his face.
He thought of Director Jiang pushing the door and entering the small conference room, turning back and giving him a thumbs-up. The next second, unable to control his inner joy, he suddenly stretched out his long arms and hugged Xiangyang tightly.
The force was so strong that he almost rubbed Xiangyang into his body.
After a brief moment of surprise, Jin Cang suddenly came to his senses, realized his loss of composure, and hurriedly tried to let go of his arm with a red face.
This time, Xiangyang did not give him a chance to retreat.
With faster speed and stronger arms, he hugged the tall body back into his arms, tightly, leaving no space.
Xiangyang once again changed his flight back to Beijing and called Peng Qunshan again, telling him that he "still had some things to do" in Taipei.
As for what exactly happened? No matter how Peng Qunshan tried to pry into the matter, trying to dig out some gossip, Xiangyang naturally refused to reveal a single word.
He is indeed busy.
In addition to accompanying Jin Cang to meet the director, Jin Changan's illness was even more worrying for him.
He took Jin Changan and, accompanied by Yao Fengqin, shuttled between various departments of the hospital.
Advanced brain CT scans, lengthy and tedious Alzheimer's disease rating scale tests, Xiangyang personally performed each examination and accompanied the patient patiently.
He did not lie to Peng Qunshan, he was indeed very busy.
That morning, Xiangyang walked into Jin Changan's ward, carrying some nutritional supplements. Jin Changan sat reclining on the bed, gazing out the window at the blue sky, his expression much calmer than it had been in recent days. Zhao Zhiling was also there, quietly peeling an apple at the table.
Seeing Xiangyang coming in, Zhao Zhiling stepped forward and her eyes fell on the bags in his hands. In addition to imported nutritional supplements, there was also a rather delicate-looking aorta massager, which was said to be helpful in delaying the symptoms of Alzheimer's.
Jin Changan, lying on the hospital bed, slowly turned his head, looked at Xiangyang's figure, and a smile spread across his face.
The earth continues to turn, and people in the city continue to work hard for their lives.
Ah Cang, whose eyes are still as vast and clear as the sea, is still working diligently at his two jobs.
While Xiangyang stayed with Jin Changan in the hospital, Jin Cang, wearing a mask, moved skillfully through the building's stairwells, sorting through the garbage piled outside by residents on each floor. His young body was filled with boundless energy, and despite the hardships of life, his eyes remained bright.
In the evening, in the kitchen of the soy milk shop.
Steam rose, and the clinking of dishes echoed. Jin Cang was still the nimble part-time student "A Cang," washing dishes, preparing ingredients, and serving food, all done with remarkable swiftness.
However, Mai Dong, his classmate who worked with him, keenly noticed something different.
This tall, pure-minded young man, always as clean as a sheet of paper, has recently paused while washing dishes, staring at the foam in the sink with a silly grin. Traces of a story are beginning to appear on that boy's face.
"A-Cang, hey, what are you daydreaming about?"
Maidong walked in with a plate of freshly fried scallion omelets, which were steaming hot and fragrant.
He walked up to Jin Cang with a smile, picked up a piece of omelet with chopsticks as usual and handed it to his mouth.
Jin Cang didn't suspect anything and ate it, just as naturally as he had done countless times before. "Thanks, A-Dong."
He spoke vaguely.
Maidong picked up another piece and wanted to feed him again.
Jin Cang seemed to suddenly remember something, his cheeks slightly hot, and he reached out to take the plate and chopsticks from Mai Dong, "I can do it myself, thank you Adong."
Mai Dong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why are you being so polite to me? Am I good enough for you?"
"Yeah, very good."
Jin Cang also smiled and lowered his head to concentrate on eating the omelet.
All changes happen in such subtle daily lives.
Ophiopogon japonicus is still the same Ophiopogon japonicus, and the scallion omelet is still his favorite fragrant scallion omelet.
However, A Cang is no longer the same A Cang.
A new name quietly appeared in his heart, and a new figure that made him feel warm every time he thought of it.
Love is quietly changing his perspective and attitude towards the world in a subtle and silent way.
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