MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 143 exchange life

The recording of "Life Exchange" is almost over.

Although the show has only aired in the fifth episode, and there are still several episodes to follow, it is impossible to shoot for more than two months. In fact, the content recorded in such a month is enough to cut out more than ten episodes later. The show has extras.

Tonight was the last night that Xu Yang and the show crew were nostalgic.

The accompanying director communicated with the screenwriters in Yangcheng and planned to hold a farewell party.

After all, Xu Yang has been here for a month and has met many friends and elders.

As written at the beginning of the script, during the period of nostalgia for Xu Yang, Xu Yang gradually "returned from evil and returned to the righteous", from a scoundrel boy, who has grown into a good boy who is sensible and responsible.

In this world, there are no very bad people, and very few very good people.

Xu Yang is a little unruly, but not so nervous that he gets angry at any time. The state he showed at first was actually deliberately exaggerated. After all, this is the only way the show will explode, and the front and back can also be contrasted, so that the audience can really see his so-called "growth".

Knowing that his nature is kind and positive, it's just because of the long-term neglect of the family, which has led to a devious adolescent with a strong roots.

To be honest, since the appearance of Huo Xingchao, Xu Yang's popularity has not risen as much as before, and some relatively negative comments have begun to appear, but overall, it is still in a positive and controllable extent.

After all, a lot of times, first impressions always matter.

Just like you follow an idol, once you start to like him and become his fan, then later, even if he does something you don't like, as long as it's not too much, you will subconsciously shirk him.

Xu Yang is such a situation.

However, although he seized the first opportunity, there are still some flaws in the character design. After the last episode of the show was broadcast, the popularity has fallen far behind the younger brother Huo Xingchao.

In the last episode, since they haven't returned to school, they are basically the duo of Xu Yang and Huo Xingchao.

This time, instead of going up the mountain, they sat in the yard breaking corn.

A cameraman helped the director's assistant to go to town to replenish supplies. The traffic here is very, very, very inconvenient. Although the distance is not far, it still takes a long time to go back and forth, so today there is only one cameraman.

That is, the one who has more contact with Huo Xingchao.

The sun in early autumn was still slightly hot, and it sprinkled golden light on the corn piles on the ground. The houses behind them were simple and old, revealing a strong atmosphere of life. No filters were needed, and the picture was already incredibly beautiful.

— of course, this must be for the people watching the show in town.

The teenager sat on the small bench, bowing his head and breaking the corn in his hand. From the angle of the sun shining past, the curvature of the bridge of his nose is very smooth, with a slight bulge in the middle, and the eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people. When pursing his lips, a shallow dimple will appear inadvertently.

Then, as soon as the hand exerted force, the blue veins were slightly revealed, and the two rows of corn kernels were pulled down.

At that time, there was a comment on Weibo, which became popular as soon as it was posted: "This is really a facial feature that can't be repaired by plastic surgery, a complexion that can't be repaired by whitening needles, and a young hero who can't be painted even with eight layers of eyebrows. ."

…

Breaking corn kernels looks like a very simple job at first glance, but after doing it for a long time, you will know that it is not easy.

The palm and the pulp of the fingers pressed the hard corn kernels hard, and then grinded them apart, over and over again, and even after the two hands were exchanged, they still felt sore.

Xu Yang became impatient and wanted to fish for less than half an hour - but this time should be a transition period for him to "renew his mind", and he could no longer lose his temper as recklessly as before.

So the boy turned his head and saw the thing protruding from the opposite window, suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised a bright smile,

"Hey man, do you want to listen to the guitar?"

Huo Xingchao raised his head slightly,

"what?"

"Guitar."

The boy jumped up from the small bench and walked out excitedly, "Today's weather is so good, what a waste, just wait, I'll teach you how to play the guitar."

......

Huo Xingchao looked at his back running away, thought quietly for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything, he lowered his head and continued to break his corn.

The photographer noticed his expression and asked tentatively, "What's the matter, doesn't Xingchao want to learn guitar?"

"no."

The young man smiled lightly, "I can play."

? !

The cameraman swore that he had absolutely no intention of mocking or discriminating, but he really couldn't figure out why Huo Xingchao could play the guitar.

Thinking objectively, there should be no way for him to connect to the guitar.

The young man seemed to see his inner thoughts from his shocked eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and explained to him,

"I told you that the brother who gave me the clothes was the guitar he taught me to play at the time. He also gave me his guitar. You wait a moment."

The boy stood up and walked into the back room,

"I'll go get it."

...The uncle of the camera is almost completely dumbfounded.

He felt that this child Huo Xingchao was really amazing, and he couldn't look at him in the same way as an ordinary poor mountain child.

No, it should be impossible to look at him with the eyes of ordinary middle school students.

Obviously in a poor and deprived area, and in such a poor and deprived area, his living conditions are still only moderate to low, and logically speaking, he should not have the opportunity to touch these things.

But after learning about it in the past few days, he found that Huo Xingchao's knowledge has far exceeded their imagination.

He understands music scores, can draw a little sketch, and even braid her hair. Yesterday, Mother Huo came back and knew that she was going to be photographed, so she wanted to look good. Huo Xingchao would braid her a fishbone braid, which was beautiful and delicate. The photographer's eyes were almost taken aback.

And now, he told himself, he could play the guitar.

Is this guy Doraemon's pocket?

......

The Huo family's house is very small, so after a while, Huo Xingchao walked out with a folk guitar. It could be seen that the guitar was indeed some years old, but it should be well protected. There is no old-fashioned feeling.

The photographer stared at the guitar for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked,

"Xingchao, do you have a good relationship with those big brothers and sisters who volunteer? They seem to have left you a lot of things."

"Well, so I thank them very much."

The young man raised his head, slightly curved the corners of his lips, his voice was slow and serious,

"They are all very good teachers."

Huo Xingchao knew that they were unpaid, and their willingness to come was a kind of goodwill.

To be honest, they didn't do very well in class, even Huo Xingchao was able to speak at this level. But they taught the students the most important thing

- You must have a yearning for the outside world, have a desire, and have the persistence and courage to go out and have a look.

He gently flicked the strings on the guitar, making a ding ding dong dong sound,

"When I was in the first and second year of junior high school, every winter and summer vacation, there would be teachers who volunteered to teach. They would talk about a lot of external things. One of my sisters was a college student in the art department. I learned sketching with her for two months. In the end, she She gave me all her box of brushes and sketch paper.

"There is also a big brother, he is a physics student, but he said that he wants to be a stylist in the future, and he taught me to braid hair."

"There is also an older sister who is learning German. She speaks a lot of German and likes to take pictures. She said that the nostalgic scenery is one of the most beautiful scenery she has ever seen. Before leaving, she gave me a Polaroid and a This book, the name of that book is "How Steel Is Tempered", have you read it?"

"Seen."

He smiled at the photo shoot, "It seems that these teachers who support teaching like you very much."

"I think it's probably because I like to talk a lot."

...what, what makes you talkative?

The photographer thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.

"I really like talking. Back then."

Huo Xingchao looked down at the guitar in his hand, his expression was calm,

"At that time, when I was out of class, or when I was studying at night, I liked to go to the office to talk to them. They knew a lot of things that teachers didn't know, and I thought it was very new. I kept asking and asking, and often stayed in the office. One night, and then start doing homework."

"In the past, when I was in elementary school, my biggest dream was to buy a house in the town without worrying about food and clothing, and then buy a TV. That would be the most powerful person in my heart. But then I discovered that, In fact, Huaixiang is very small, and there are still many places worth visiting. Not only Beijing Tiananmen Square."

"The brother who taught me to play guitar, he went to the best university in Beijing, he formed a band himself, and they went to Africa to perform, he said that he used to stand on a bridge in the middle of the Great Rift Valley to write songs. Inspiration, when the sun goes down, makes you feel that the world is so grand and vast, you have to go outside and see it.”

"My dream is to be like him, to go to the best university, and to sing all over the world."

......

The photographer was silent for a while, looking at his quiet brows.

The sun shines down, casting a few shadows on his face, the shadow of the eyelashes, the shadow of the bridge of the nose, and the shadow of the forehead. The border between light and dark is exquisite like an oil painting.

He suddenly felt that this young man, who grew up in a barren mountain village, had a huge world inside.

A world more magnificent than the people in the city.

So he was silent for a long time before he calmed down and asked,

"Do you like to sing?"

"like very much."

The young man slightly curved his lips, and there was a genuine smile in his eyes, "Do you want to listen?"

"Um."

He lowered his head and thought for a while, his eyelashes half covered his eyes, and his fingers slid down the strings.

It was a very light and pleasant prelude, just like his gentle singing, which made people think of the spring breeze and the sea.

"I saw an endless prairie

The cloud sleeps in its dirt

sprout a wilderness

I saw an endless wilderness

Wildfires fall into frost and snow

melt into a drop of grassland

I saw swordbirds fly over the prairie wilderness

Standing in the endless blue sky

Wings sleep with the wind

Life is day and death is night

The rising sun grows behind the night

Resurrection without end

 …”

sing.

very nice to hear.

But with such a brisk tune, the photographer did not expect it to be such a lyric.

I can't tell if it's joy or sorrow, but I always feel a sense of heaviness.

Xu Yang took his musical instrument from Ruan's house, and before he reached the door, he heard the familiar sound of a guitar.

He froze for a moment, then took two quick steps.

In the sunny yard, the boy is bowing his head and plucking the strings.

The singing is crisp and pleasant.

Makes people not want to edit the sound later.

People don't want to add filters.

Xu Yang suddenly wanted to drop the guitar in his hand.

How does he feel now.

- Just like watching the Conferred God List when I was a child, Huo Xingchao was that Daji.

And he is the pheasant essence.