Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet - Chapter 88

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In the afternoon, Brother Hu took the twin brothers and sorted out his little ancestors in Jiang Zicheng.

After they left, Jiang Zicheng was wrapped in a blanket and built a nest on the sofa like an old hen sitting in a nest. He held the flat mooncake box in his arms, Xie Dabai jumped on his shoulder, flicked his tail, and looked very curious about the contents of the box.

When the box was opened last time, Rui Ci’s Ginkgo Avenue was golden. But now it’s a new spring, and the ginkgo trees have re-emerged buds.

That time, Jiang Zicheng accidentally smashed the box flat, and just hit the place where the box cover and the box body were connected and deformed. He held the box, broke it with his bare hands for a long time, but couldn’t open it, and there was no handy tool around to pry it, which was very distressed.

Xie Dabai tilted his head to see that he had been busy for a long time. He suddenly jumped down from his shoulders. Two front paws hugged the box, and the sharp and hard white teeth came out. They babbled on it three times and just listened. With a crisp sound, it actually opened a gap in the box!

Jiang Zicheng excitedly hugged Da Bai and kissed him twice, Xiao Bai Diao twisted shyly, and climbed back on his shoulders.

Jiang Zicheng followed the small gap and finally broke the box open.

It is a pity that the old tin box cover cannot withstand such repeated breaking and tearing. When it is opened, the cover also splits in half from the middle. Jiang Zicheng yelled distressedly, “Oh,” as if there was something, floating in the air along the cracked lid.

The contents of the box are the same as last time.

A few beautiful stones, a few Superman stickers that little boys like, and twelve letters lying quietly on them.

The four letters came from his pen pal Wang Wang when he was a child, and the remaining eight letters were sent back by the eight-year-old Jiang Zicheng after “there was no such person.

Last time, Jiang Zicheng unsealed four of them, and four of them were still sealed in time, waiting for him to regain the memories of that year.

Jiang Zicheng touched the frizzy corner with emotion, and carefully tore open a small mouth, gently awakening the childish memories lying in the envelope.

The fifth letter was written in the midwinter of falling snow.

[Brother Wang Wang:

It’s snowing in Beijing! Did you get off there?

You said that when it snows, Baby Mai will sleep under a quilt made of snow. I really want to see it.

Yesterday we had an essay class, and the teacher asked us to write a letter to a friend from afar, the number of words is 150 words.

I wrote a letter to you and got 100 points! The teacher also posted my composition on the wall for all the students to read. I was happy and a little embarrassed.

They asked me who brother Wangwang is and if I have brother Miaomiao. I said no, because Wang Wang is unique!

I saved the composition paper. Do you really want to read it?

But I want to “punish” you, because you have not responded to me for a long time, so long, long, long time, so I don’t want to show you the composition!

Very angry and miss your Chengcheng brother]

Jiang Zicheng looked at the phrase “innumerable for a long time” and laughed. He didn’t know what the letter he wrote on the Chinese test paper back then looked like? If it is as numb as these letters, it would be really shameful to display it publicly.

Then came the sixth letter.

[Brother Wang Wang:

Happy New Year!

A big event happened this New Year, Lili who lives in the building next door was beaten by Xiao Ming’s brother!

The strength is so high, it’s a full 1.6 meters! He deliberately smashed Xiao Ming on the head with a snowball. He didn’t apologize yet. Xiao Ming’s brother found out and took revenge for his brother!

It’s great to have an older brother, because he can protect his younger brother! I’m so envious!

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I hope you can receive this letter and don’t return it again.

I also want my brother’s Seongseong brother]

The penultimate line of this letter was smeared out with white “correction tape”. Correction tape is a commonly used correction tool for elementary school students. It is a white adhesive tape. When a typo is written, it can be covered on the typo and new content can be written on it.

However, the eight-year-old Xiaojiang Zicheng only erased the handwriting and did not write a new sentence.

Jiang Zicheng was very curious. This entire line was enough to write dozens of characters. What exactly did he write 16 years ago, and he didn’t want Brother Wang Wang to see it?

So… Jiang Zicheng, a nasty adult, started rubbing up the correction tape with his nails!

Fortunately, this kind of thing is very fragile when it is modified. After more than ten years of weathering, it breaks at the touch of it. In half a minute, the whole white tape peeled off, revealing the hidden underneath A paragraph of text-

——[Wang Wang brother, in fact, I was hit by Lili with a snowball several times. Xiao Ming has a brother, and I also have you, but I can’t find you anymore. 】

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

To be honest, Jiang Zicheng has completely forgotten about this matter.

He doesn’t remember the eight-year-old himself being bullied by other boys. He doesn’t remember the pain of snowball hitting his body, the envy of seeing someone else’s brother, or the mood when he wrote this letter.

But at the age of eight, he must be very wronged.

Between the lines of this letter, it was revealed that I missed Wang Wang’s brother. But the sensible little boy chose to smear this sentence out before sending this letter, not wanting Brother Wang Wang to worry.

Suddenly Jiang Zicheng wanted to travel back to the past and hug himself.

The little white mink on his shoulder seemed to feel his low mood. It stuck out its little red tongue and licked his face, as if comforting him.

Jiang Zicheng turned his head to kiss its little head, sorted out his mood, and opened the seventh letter that was returned.

[Dear brother Wangwang:

look! I wrote your name right this time!

Do you know why, because of this winter vacation, my mother taught me to recite another word!

Since I was a child, my mother told me that my name comes from the ci-pai name “Jiang Chengzi”, you are so smart, you must know what ci-pai is? I’m much better than other classmates. They can’t even memorize the seven-character quatrains on the Chinese books. I can already recite many, many first words!

I will recite “Su Muzhe”, “Ding Fengbo”, “Partridge”, “Langtaosha”…

Today, my mother taught me a song “Jiang Cheng Zi” written by Su Shi!

I learned this word by memorization. It turns out that your name comes from this word!

Is this just what the adults say “a circle”?

You and I are really “round”!

When I meet again next time, I will definitely memorize this poem to you.

In fact, the first word I learned was Su Shi’s “Jiang Chengzi”. But not this one, it’s another one.

Mom said that Su Shi wrote that poem to his wife who died.

The adults are really amazing. I am not ten years old this year, but Su Shi has thought of his wife for ten years. Ten years are so long.

And for so many years, he hasn’t forgotten her look, but I can’t even remember what you look like.

(Cross out) Jiang Chengzi (cross out)

Jiangzicheng

Jiang Zicheng read this letter three times.

When he read it the first time, he was lying half on the sofa, flipping through the letters casually.

When he watched it the second time, he straightened up, keeping his eyes on each word.

When he watched it the last time, his pupils seemed to have experienced an earthquake, and he needed to exhaust all his strength to stop the trembling of his fingertips.

Everyone knows that the writer Su Shi left a total of two “Jiangchengzi” which has been famous for many generations. A poem written to the deceased wife, “Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, self-unforgettable” said the true meaning of love. And another song–

And the other one is the unrestrained and unrestrained “Hunting out of Michigan”! ! !

Jiang Zicheng is very familiar with this poem. He likes the heroic spirit of “Old man chatting with young people crazy” in the article. Almost every word and sentence of it is engraved in Jiang Zicheng’s blood.

In the whole word, only the last sentence is embedded with the word “wang”!

——Hold the eagle bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot Sirius.

The young man with the name “Looking northwest, shooting Sirius” in his name.

The man named “Xie Beiwang”.

Could this be a coincidence?

I still remember that summer night, when I just moved from a small company to Jiangzicheng in Ruici, I sneaked out of the banquet and ran into the high-ranking president of the company.

The man said, “Fortunately, I am Xie Beiwang.”

The man said: “I grew up in the country.”

The man said, “Chengcheng, that was not our first encounter.”

Jiang Zicheng has been racking his brains the past few days to remember when he and Xie Beiwang met. He subconsciously believed that their first encounter must have something to do with the entertainment industry, so he sorted out his experience of entering the entertainment industry several years back and forth several times, but never achieved anything.

…He should have thought of it long ago.

He should have thought of it long ago.

Why did Tianxin Film & TV, a small workshop on the verge of bankruptcy, suddenly be favored by the big crocodile of Ricci Entertainment and packaged and bought on favorable terms? Obviously he is an ordinary young artist who can be seen everywhere, but the man at the highest point in the entertainment circle puts down his figure and actively pursues him? And that picturesque ginkgo avenue was not planted to deter veterans…

Everything has an answer.

——The person he used to be closest to him now appears in his life in a more intimate way.

To this day, Jiangzicheng can finally connect these scattered pearls with silk threads.

They are shining in the dusty years, even if they were once covered in dust, they still remain precious.

A burst of enthusiasm welled up in his eyes, Jiang Zicheng’s nose was sour, and he tried his best to contain tears. He can’t cry. The eight-year-old didn’t cry because he lost his brother Wang Wang. How could the twenty-five-year-old cry because he found Xie Beiwang?

Xiao Bai Diao keenly perceives his mood swings, it coils in a circle, with his head resting on his heart, listening to his increasingly out of control heartbeat.

Jiang Zicheng sniffed fiercely, stabilized his trembling hand, and finally picked up the last letter——

The envelope was torn, but what fell out was not letter paper, but a hard color photo.

The old-fashioned color photos will always fade a bit after the baptism of time; but because this photo was sealed and preserved, the colors are still as bright as before, and time has not flowed by.

On the back of the photo, I wrote a few lines with a ballpoint pen.

When the child held the pen very hard, the words kept penetrating the back of the photo, leaving deep marks.

[Wangwang brother:

Dad said, after the Spring Festival, we will move.

I can finally have my own room without having to do homework on the dining table.

I’m very happy, but when you think about moving, you can’t find me anymore, and I’m not so happy anymore.

You must receive this photo before we move.

In this way, you will never forget what I look like.

Brother Chengcheng]

Jiang Zicheng slowly flipped through the photos.

In the photo, the eight-year-old Jiang Zicheng is carrying a large schoolbag, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a red scarf tied right under the collar of the school uniform.

With a short hair draped softly on his forehead, the boy made a “Yeah” gesture to the camera, revealing two rows of big shiny white teeth.

And beside the boy, there was another “person”—the boy drew a stickman beside him with a ballpoint pen that could not be erased. The stickman is tall and strong. One stickman has a thin noodle arm resting on the boy’s head, and the other noodle arm is forked at the top, which also makes a “yeah”.

Jiang Zicheng had no art cells since he was a child, and the stick figures he painted were ugly.

The stickman looks neither like the boy in the field who waited for UFO with him, nor is he like the overbearing president who gives him love now.

But in the heart of the eight-year-old Chengcheng brother, this stickman next to him is his most important brother Wang Wang.

The boy he thought he would never forget, but was forgotten by him.

Jiang Zicheng looked stupidly at the photo, until countless drops of water fell on the photo before he realized that he had been crying for a long time.

Xie Beiwang didn’t know that Jiang Zicheng had written so many letters to him, and each letter was sent out in the boy’s expectation, and was returned with a red stamp “No such person found”. And Jiang Zicheng didn’t know that Xie Beiwang had never forgotten to look for him, even though there was a huge crowd, they eventually met.

…

After Xie Beiwang’s work day, when he walked into the house, he was greeted not by the smiling face of his lover, but by two cried red bulb eyes.

Jiang Zicheng cried for a whole afternoon. Apart from acting in a crying scene, he hadn’t cried like this for a long time.

It’s not howling, not hysterical. He cried so sad and happy, that he was stupid, but he was glad that he was so lucky to be so stupid.

Tears couldn’t stop flowing, he repeated those letters, the muscles on his face were sore with laughter, but he couldn’t control the joy of his heart.

Xie Beiwang was frightened by his red eyes, thinking that something happened to him, and hurriedly dropped the briefcase in his hand, walked quickly to the sofa, and leaned over to look at him.

But before Xie Beiwang could speak, Jiang Zicheng rushed forward with open arms—”Brother Wang Wang!” He blurted out.

Xie Beiwang: “…”

The man’s expression was distorted for a moment: “What do you call me?”

Jiang Zicheng hasn’t recovered from the joy of “Long Farewell Reunion”, he made a momentary frustration and put on the lips the shameful title of the two more than ten years ago.

Until he saw Xie Beiwang’s “happy” expression, he suddenly remembered that Xie Beiwang once wrote in his reply that he didn’t like Xiaojiang Zicheng calling him Wangwang brother, because it sounded like he was calling a dog.

How can the majestic President Xie be a dog? !

Insult, totally insult!

Jiang Zicheng fell into Xie Beiwang’s arms, his whole body stiff.

Xie Beiwang looked down at Jiang Zicheng’s evasive eyes and asked again: “…what did you call me just now?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no…” Jiang Zicheng, who has a strong desire for survival, squeezed out a flattering smile, clenched his hands into fists, and raised them to his head. Accompanied by the cute behavior, he stumbled and sang: “Me, let’s learn how to bark together, and bark and bark together?”