dream winter

On the second day when there was no play, Meng Dongchu woke up very early.After filming for more than ten hours, when I woke up, I was sober. I looked at the time, it was seven in the morning.

This situation is the beginning of this play.

Since his mother passed away, he hasn't had a good sleep. What really cured his insomnia was acting.Filming all night, memorizing several pages of lines, consumes emotional and physical strength, and naturally falls asleep when I go back. If it was the past, there would be no filming the next day, and I would just sleep in the dark.

But now that it was dawn, Meng Dongchu also woke up.

Meng Dongchu took a deep breath, got up from the bed, opened the curtains, picked up a glass of water beside the bed, and stared out the window while drinking water while dazed.

Downstairs in the hotel, a tour group was preparing to board the car, and the car had a sticker saying "One-day Tour of Qingping Ancient City".Meng Dongchu's mind went blank for a moment before he realized that Qingping Ancient City was his hometown Qingping County.

Meng Dongchu's hometown, Qingping County, and Yi'an, where he bought the house, are both well-known ancient cities.I chose Yi'an at the beginning because it was very similar to my hometown.

After all, he didn't dare to go back to Qingping County. He passed by so many times in the past few years, but he never set foot in this place once.For him, going there is like watching his mother die again, facing the betrayal of an old partner.

Ever since I saw the person who looked like my mother in Linhai City, I had that thought, but it was a very indifferent one. This time, for some reason, when I saw that sign, I suddenly got the idea to run back and have a look.

On the way to Qingping County, Meng Dongchu didn't realize it. Qingping County was getting closer and closer, and he felt more and more unreal, and the hand holding the steering wheel couldn't help but tremble.

I haven't been here for nearly 20 years. The road into the county has been widened, and the fields on both sides of the road have become factories.And the county seat has changed a lot. The streets, roads, and buildings are completely new.Meng Dongchu drove around the small county town, and finally found the small school that was refurbished and expanded on the original site. He parked the car at the school gate and got off.

The street at the school gate is called Old Street, and the road has been re-paved. Fortunately, the surrounding pattern has not changed. Standing at the school gate, looking east, he saw brand-new residential buildings.That direction is the place he rented when he was a child, and there were three or four tube buildings in front and back at that time.Further away is a bustling commercial street. If memory serves me right, there used to be a wool spinning factory there, where Meng Dongchu's mother had an accident while working there.

Ever since he saw the person who was very similar to his mother last time, he really wanted to find someone to ask about the situation back then, but now it seems that where to find the witnesses of the year is a problem.

Many of Meng Dongchu's memories are blurred, including the memory of his mother's death.

Over the years, "refusal to remember" seemed to be a disease of Meng Dongchu's, and this disease fell at that time.

Part of the memory at that time is still very clear. As a top student, Meng Dongchu is best at memorizing and reciting, so he clearly remembers what happened the night his mother had an accident.

Back then, he and his mother rented an old house close to the primary school and mother's factory. When the factory caught fire that night, his mother worked overtime, and he locked the door at home alone.The sound insulation of the house at that time was poor. At seven or eight o’clock, he heard many people shouting that the nearby factory was on fire. From the window, he could see thick smoke billowing from the direction of the factory.Meng Dongchu was still young, and was taught not to go out alone at night, so he could only wait anxiously at home, without sleep all night.The next day it was his aunt, his mother's sister, who wept and said that her mother had died in yesterday's fire.

Then she cried while packing his things and took him back to the countryside.After that, his memory was not clear, he just remembered that many people were crying, many people in the building were working in the factory, and everyone was in a hurry.

He remembered that he seemed to have struggled several times to go to see his mother, but was stopped by his aunt fiercely.He is very smart, and since he was a child, he knew that these sisters in his mother's family looked down on his mother. Now that something happened in the family, it would be considered good to come here, so he obediently followed them to the countryside.At that time, it seemed that all the adults in the family ran to the city, leaving him alone at the neighbor's house during the day, coaxing him to bed early at night, closing the door and not knowing what to talk about.

It was painful at that time, his mother died, but no one cared about him.It doesn’t matter if no one cares about him, or if he doesn’t tell him anything, he just feels sad with all his heart. He cried at first, and he almost lost his breath several times at the neighbor’s house. After a few days, he was confused and depressed. Walking in the chaotic maze-like alleys of the small village, I feel like I will fall at any time.

From then on, his memories of that period were all vague. He had no memory of how he was taken on the plane to Linhai City, or how he was brought to Meng's house.Grandma seemed to talk to herself a lot, but she seemed to be covered by a plastic bag, isolated from the world, and had difficulty breathing.

He didn't recall this passage later, but it wasn't difficult, as long as he didn't think about it.So many painful things afterwards, his memory is fuzzy.

So seeing so many people suffering from memories, whether in real life or characters, he was very confused. Zhang Peng even said that Meng Dongchu had no heart, saying that he had never loved anyone.

Actually, as long as you don't think about it, it's fine.

Meng Dongchu walked in the winter sun, along the old street and headed for the bustling commercial street in the distance.He felt tired for a while, maybe it was too tiring to carry so many memories, he could not think about them, but those memories were always on his shoulders, with him.Thinking of this, Meng Dongchu smiled helplessly.

After another intersection, it was Song Yuan's house.Meng Dongchu's footsteps stopped.

Just flipped through an old scar, and soon there was a new sore, Meng Dongchu felt a little difficult to breathe.

At this time, a familiar voice came.

"Early winter."