Entertainment life from early spring

Tongque District, S City, is a geomantic treasure land surrounded by mountains and rivers. The sky is gloomy, with clouds covering up the brilliance of the sun. In the embrace of the mountains, the continuous drizzle falls, washing away the stains on the surface of the stone monuments.

The dust nourishes this land that has been neglected for a long time.

Holding two bouquets in her arms, Lin Yuliang walked through the dense rain curtain, passed the rows of tombstones, and walked among them with her luggage on her back.

It is the Qingming Festival, a time of spring and bright scenery. It is supposed to be a day for sweeping tombs, offering sacrifices, and remembering ancestors. However, this cemetery open to the public is deserted, and there are no people coming to worship.

The stone monuments in the cemetery are made of marble, and most of the tombstones have traces of sacrificial flowers placed in front of them. Although the flowers have withered, the petals have been blown away by the wind and rain, and only the bare flower stems remain in front of the monuments.

.However, the surface of the monument is clean and tidy, and there are no traces of weeds around it. It seems that it has been wiped and taken care of recently.

He stopped in front of one of the dusty tombstones. Regardless of the fact that the wet soil would stain his backpack, he gently placed it by his feet and took out the clean water and towels prepared in his backpack to wipe it off.

Time is really a terrible thing. It can fill up all the gaps that are deep in the memory. This is how Lin Yuliang feels now.

He couldn't remember what he did with his father when he was a child, what he said, and where he went to play together. He couldn't remember his father's birthday or his father's memorial day. Even his face was so blurry in his memory, like

It's hard to see the real face through a layer of frosted glass.

Wipe the surface of the tomb sealing board that was wet by rain with a towel, take out four fresh flowers from a bouquet and give one to each of the "neighbors" in front, back and left of the tombstone, and then place the bouquet in front of his father's monument.

Lin Yuliang squatted in front of the tomb in the drizzle, muttering to himself: "Forget about the wine, grandma will neither let me drink it nor you."

Among the remaining memories, only two memories can be recalled.

My father spent his last days with liquor, not because he liked alcohol, but because he felt that drinking it would relieve his worries and relieve the stress from wherever he came from. And this kind of thing can quickly become addictive under mental pressure.

, worthy of its name, one-pound bottles of liquor began to be hidden in various places at home.

He once found a full bottle of liquor, poured out half of it, filled it with half of water, and put it back in its place, thinking that it would reduce his father's drinking.

Early the next morning, Lin Yuliang, who was resting at home, watched his father go straight to the hiding place where he had replaced half a bottle of wine after going to the toilet. Within a few seconds, he rushed to him with a ferocious expression: "Who asked you to replace the bottle of wine?"

of?!"

Lin Yuliang, who was leaning against the sofa and sitting cross-legged on the floor watching TV, was frightened by his father's angry tone. He looked up at him blankly, his body stiff and did not dare to move. The father and son stared at each other in a stalemate for a while, and the father wore a stalemate.

Because of the tension between Lin Yuliang's upright back and the gap between the sofa, Lin Yuliang sat cross-legged with his back against the sofa like him: "Don't change it next time."

Lin Yuliang could feel his father's raised hand hesitating above his head for a few seconds, then slowly dropped to his head and rubbed it gently a few times, then immediately pulled away.

My father didn't drink any alcohol that whole day.

A few short months later, when his father finally regained consciousness, he took advantage of the fact that no one was at home except Lin Yuliang. He stared at him with soft eyes with yellowed whites, rubbed his head and gave Lin Yuliang the last words:

"Don't live too cowardly."

Lin Yuliang just nodded ignorantly without replying, and then his father dragged his sallow skin and skinny body back to the bed, closed his eyes and never woke up.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand what you mean..." Lin Yuliang pulled out the last weed in front of the tomb, stood up and touched the rough upper edge of the stone tablet. Even when wiping it, he never touched the front: "But now I

I'm doing pretty well... I still have to go to my grandpa's place, so let's do this for this year... I'll come back next year."

After packing up my things and carrying them on my back, my figure gradually blended into the rain curtain.

.........

At a location in City S, it happened that the director team decided to advance the shooting of a sprinkler truck for the next day, saving some funds for other more important places.

Lin Yoon-ah, who had already put on makeup, sat in the nanny car and read her lines carefully, reciting them silently so that she could get into the role as quickly as possible.

The assistant tried to minimize the noise in the nanny's car, but she was helpless in this regard. Emotionless narration would not help the actor get into the role, but would affect the actor's performance.

The assistant couldn't help. He looked out the window boredly and whispered: "Why didn't PD Lin come today?"

"It seems that Yuliang Oppa's family is going to worship ancestors today, which is different from our customs." Lin Yuner turned to look at the assistant Ernie who had just arrived, and answered her questions. On her knees was a poem that she had been reciting silently for a long time.

Script book.

Marks were made with pens of different colors on it. There were girlish and delicate text marks, and there were also round fonts marked separately with various borders. At a glance, you can tell that they were written by different people: "And Yuliang Oppa is a genius every other day.

I come here once, and every time I finish my work and take time to mark the script."

"Hey~, it turns out we are going to worship our ancestors." The assistant tilted his head in confusion: "But isn't it strange to go to worship our ancestors at this time of year?"

She didn't expect to get any more answers from anyone. She was just talking to herself, looking up at the dark sky: "Do you need to fill in the light when shooting in this weather?"

When Lin Yoona felt a little disturbed and didn't know how to stop her, someone from the directing team happened to come to review the lines with her. The assistant's 100,000 whys finally came to an end and she was able to be quiet for a while.

However, the staff only reviewed the lines once and then hurriedly left to continue other work. Lin Yoona was too embarrassed to cause trouble to the other party and could only recite it silently to herself, waiting for her part to start filming.

…

In Kwon Yuri and Jung Soo-yeon's room, Kwon Yuri was doing yoga on the mat, stretching and releasing her tight muscles and body.

The heavy schedule makes everyone start looking for various ways to relieve fatigue, and Kwon Yuri is no exception.

Yoga is a program that she has been insisting on since she was a trainee, and now she cannot relax her requirements.

"I'm stretching again, Kwon Yuri." Jessica opened the door and walked into the house in private clothes. She threw her bag on the bed and lay down on the bed: "I'm so tired. Who is taking a shower now?"

"I don't know...it should be Taeyeon, right?" Kwon Yuri lay on the mat and controlled the breath, raising his body, tilting his head back, and slowly bending his feet inward, trying to contact the top of his head so that his body formed a circle.

: "You'll know after you see it for yourself."

"Forget it, I'll rest first..."

Bang!! A loud noise scared Jessica out of bed and moved away from the direction of the sound. Kwon Yuri did the same, rolling and crawling away from the area where the sound came from.

The lack of subsequent sound made the two people who were still in shock feel a little relieved. When they wanted to go over to check, a stench invaded their nostrils.

"Ah! What is this!" Jessica looked at several stains on her private clothes, exuding an extremely foul smell. Jessica couldn't help but take off her clothes and hold them up far away: "What's going on? I can't stand it anymore.

, I can’t treat anyone in this house! I want to take a bath first." He hugged the basket and ran away.

Quan Yuli opened the two windows, leaving the screens to block mosquitoes. He couldn't help but hold his nose and ran out. The other girls looked at her curiously.

"What's wrong?" Jin Xiaoyuan also used equipment to move his body in the living room: "Are there insects in the house?"

"You can take a look and you'll know what's going on." Quan Yuli checked his whole body to see if he had any stains: "Where is Xiuyan?"

Lee Soon Kyu was the first in the crowd to come out holding his nose and answered Kwon Yuri's question: "Let's take a shower with Taeyeon. It will be soon."

"Ah?! Kim Taeyeon, where are you letting go!" Jessica's high-pitched voice suddenly came from the bathroom: "Don't pinch my waist, don't touch it. It'll make me die."