Roaming in the world of film and television

"Nothing."

Lin Yue pushed the iron pot at his feet inside, sat down next to the car panel, took out a harmonica from his pocket, and started to blow it in his mouth.

"..."

The more Fang Linkai listened, the more fascinated he became, and the more he listened, the more confused he became.

Not only him, but even Han Dazhi, Fu Zhuoran, and Wu Tong who were at odds with Lin Yue stared blankly at him.

He came from the band, and he has a lot of knowledge in the repertoire that the art troupe is good at. It’s nothing to be able to play on the harmonica. The key is that what he plays is not a repertoire that he has heard before. They all have a say in this matter. After all, they are in the same courtyard with the band members, and they can hear clearly what tunes they rehearse every day.

Fang Linkai said, "Lin Yue, what tune are you playing? It's quite nice."

Lin Yue took the harmonica, looked at him and said, "When your hair brushes against my steel gun."

"When your hair brushes against my steel gun..."

Fang Linkai repeated it twice in a low voice, and found that there was no information about the song in his mind: "Is this a new song?"

"Yes, new song."

Lin Yue affirmed his guess, paused for a while, and then threw out a statement that surprised everyone in the carriage.

"I write."

Fang Linkai sat up straight and looked at him with piercing eyes: "I heard you right, did you write this song?"

Lin Yue said seriously: "Yes, I'm currently writing lyrics."

"Are...are you kidding me?"

Everyone in the cooking class knew what level of education he was. He joined the army before graduating from high school. He was good at playing the erhu, but he wrote songs and composed them himself.

Lin Yue seemed to see through his heart, and said with a smile, "Haven't you heard a word?"

"What words?"

"I've read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and I can tell even if I don't know how to compose poems. Anyway, I've been in the band for so long, so I can't improve at all."

Yes, that's the way it is said, and there is some truth to it, but... But if the music is so easy to write, wouldn't everyone in the band become composers?

Fang Linkai always felt that this matter was very awkward.

It's not just awkward, if he stretches the timeline and joins Lin Yueneng in one-on-three, proficient in everything in the kitchen, and a good player in basketball, it will simply refresh his outlook on life.

How can a person change so much?

Unless he's not human.

Han Dazhi thought so, and Wu Tong thought so too, and Wang Lingzhi sat there without saying a word.

Then Lin Yue blew another song, this time it was not a new song, but an old song - the world famous song "Katyusha".

...

(Maybe book lovers don’t feel it, but since Kaifanghua’s copy, chapters will be blocked every day, and it’s only after I edited it in time that I find an editor before it is released. I’ve been very careful in the future, it’s still useless, and it will still be released Guan Xiaoheiwu, there is no way, I skipped the life in the art troupe in the 1970s and 1980s, let’s start writing from the disbandment of the art troupe in 1981, the retirement of movie roles, the change of career, so it should be fine. This I will complete the plot during the period with the psychological activities and memories of the characters. Although I can’t describe it in detail, it will let everyone see a complete story line. Don’t worry, the ending of the characters that should be written will be written, and it must be better than the movie. good.)

ten years later.

In 1981, the spring breeze of reform blew across the land, and Vientiane in the north and south of the river was renewed. Old farmers carrying vegetable baskets flocked to the city. Barber shops, food stalls, clothing stalls... starting from the service industry, one shop after another opened along the street. Blow in the wind.

Changes not only occurred in the field of people's livelihood, but also major adjustments in the army. Some art troupes were abolished and reorganized, including the army that Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi, Liu Feng, Lin Yue and others had served in.

It’s still the same city, it’s still the same hospital, the difference is that the sign of the art troupe has been removed, and there are no slogans and slogans on the wall, and it has been replaced by Coca-Cola posters. The people inside also change jobs, and the retired ones stand at the door and look inside, completely losing the solemnity of the past, and become a little lonely, lonely and desolate, desolate and desolate, with the sound of military music, dancing, and the voices of female soldiers. The singing sound seems to be able to find a little feeling only through memories.

Lin Yue picked up the travel bag on the handle, pushed open the door and walked into the yard. Weeds were overgrown in the corner, and there was a stale smell in the air. When he walked to the training room, he only met a man in his fifties or sixties. The old janitor, perhaps seeing that he was wearing a military uniform without a hat badge or collar patch, knew that he was a retired soldier and not a bad person, so he didn't say anything and let him wander between the buildings.

There is no one in the back kitchen, but the boiler is still smoking, which means that there are still people left.

That's right, no matter how bad it is, the yard can also be rented out to businessmen as warehouses or factories to earn some extra money.

He turned around again, walked into the dormitory area opposite, and went up to the second floor along the stairs. The handrails at the corner were newly painted, maroon red, a bit astringent to the touch, and not smooth. If you observe carefully, you will find that One section has a different shape than the surrounding armrests.

He put his hand on it and patted it, showing a nostalgic expression.

Back then when Little Ballet was fighting with He Xiaoping, in order to frighten the booers, he punched down a hole in the concrete pillar and broke the handrail, scaring Little Ballet to take a detour when he saw him. God, he used his ancestral carpentry skills to smooth the cement pillars and repair the handrails.

Around the corner was the dormitory of Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and others. When he walked to the window and saw the figure sitting with his back to the door, he couldn't help but stop.

There is only one bed in the room with bedding, and there is only one cup left in the place where the toothbrush is placed. Just like in the movie, Liu Feng came back here after retiring. here.

He bent his fingers and tapped lightly twice.

Dangdangdang~

The woman sitting in front of the desk turned her head and froze when she saw the face on the other side of the window clearly. She didn't get up from the chair until he walked to the door.

Seeing her in a trance, Lin Yue took two steps forward: "Why this expression? Don't you recognize me?"

snap~

The pen held in Xiao Suizi's hand fell to the ground.

Lin Yue turned his head and saw that the notebook was densely filled with words. There was a piece of paper not far from the front right, and the words "Admission Notice" could be vaguely seen.

"I'm writing an article again. In the past, my submissions were always rejected by the editorial department. How have you been in the past two years? I don't know if I have improved. Would you like me to check for you?"

Xiao Suizi stood there motionless, with extremely complicated expressions, as if mixed with nostalgia, anger, joy, sadness, alienation, bewilderment, anticipation... In short, many unpleasant emotions stuck in his throat, and he couldn't express it. , I can't swallow it.

"What expression is this? Seeing me coming back, don't you want to say something? Or...you don't want to see me, so I'll go? Leave now?" Lin Yue looked at her with a smile and pointed his finger Point to the direction of the door.

Xiao Suizi's thoughts were pulled back by this sentence, and he shuddered when he heard the word "leave", his anger suddenly rose, his eyes almost burst into flames, he took a step forward, and pushed hard with both hands: "You go, You go, you go."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and the louder she spoke, the anger in her eyes was real, and so was the strength in her hands, Lin Yue was pushed back steadily by her.

If someone was standing downstairs and heard the voice above, they would probably think they were arguing.

One step, one step, another step, Lin Yue was almost pushed to the door by her.

When Xiao Suizi stretched out her hand again, this time she didn't push anyone, Lin Yue grabbed her wrist at once, pulled her forward again when she was in a daze, and hugged her tightly.

She burst into tears.

Struggling to push him away, but with the strength of a woman, how could she be his opponent.

"Let me go, let me go..."

Without saying a word, Lin Yue just patted her on the back lightly.

He knew very well that this was not coquettishness, blame, or posturing when the young couple had a conflict. Xiao Suizi was really chasing him, and her thoughts about him... were far more complicated than anyone imagined.