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Chapter 180 177. Ru Chao (please subscribe!)
in the screen.

The old man put down the cigarette stick in his hand and slowly got up.

When he came to his wife who had not said a word yet, he gave her the photo in his hand.

She took the photo and slowly stroked it with her fingertips.

The woman's hands are very thin, reminiscent of dead sticks used for burning fire.

The hand holding the photo fell, and she covered her mouth with the other hand.

First a whimper, then a piercing cry.

Like the howling of a wild animal.

The old man sighed silently.

Yu Cang raised his head and looked at the sad old couple with complicated and confused eyes.

It was these two people in front of him who bought all his dignity and love.

As a husband, he actually had to rely on selling his wife's corpse and let her complete a ridiculous ghost marriage with another corpse in order to save his daughter's life.

All decency and dignity were crushed to pieces in front of the mountain-like heavy reality.

But at this moment, looking at the howling woman, his eyes suddenly turned red.

We all lost the most important person in the world.

Totally lost.

at home.

Yu Cang sat on the old bed, holding a hair curler for women in his hand, and kept turning it.

Looking up, a woman with long hair appeared in his blank and empty eyes.

The woman walked back and forth, as if looking for something.

Yu Cang followed her closely.

He had already forgotten all the realities, and was just chasing after her back almost greedily.

Finally, he remembered something, and said to her, "Don't worry, I'll pick up Tongtong."

despair.

When he looked up again, the woman's figure had completely disappeared from his sight.

Only the light of the setting sun fell on him, leaving a shadow.

He put down the hair curler in his hand.

Get up, open the door and go out.

Lu Zhi let out a breath.

He probably read the following paragraph.

It was precisely because he had seen it that his mood was even more depressed at this moment.

He glanced at the person next to him.

Although the light was dim, he could still see the tense faces of the people around him.

Everyone was attracted by the man on the screen.

in the screen.

Outside the door of the operating room.

Yu Cang leaned on a cane with one hand, and grabbed a child's toy with the other, and limped forward along the hospital bed.

He tried his best to catch up until the door of the operating room stopped him.

The entire corridor outside the operating room was empty.

Only him.

He leaned his back against the wall and slid down slowly and dejectedly.

Looking at the crumpled plush toy in his hand, this man who didn't talk much from the beginning to the end only had sadness in his eyes.

As if remembering something, he began to hum in a low voice.

"Good girl, spring is here."

It's like a nursery rhyme to lull a child to sleep.

The voice is hoarse, out of tune, intermittent.

It's like a poor imitation of a third-rate actor.

But there is a sense of brokenness that reaches the heart.

He seemed to be replacing the woman who had left, accompanying his daughter in the operating room.

The lens slowly zooms out.

The figure of Yu Cang sitting slumped became smaller and smaller.

Everything is silent.

The door of the operating room was pushed open, and the male doctor came out quickly.

He saw the man on the ground and his humble pleading eyes.

He understood what the man was pleading for.

Leaning down, he patted Yu Cang's shoulder, and said softly, "Everything is going well."

Yu Cang twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

He had almost forgotten how to laugh.

The doctor helped him up and helped him to a chair near the corridor for family members to rest.

The two sat together.

Yu Cang put the crutches away, turned his head to look at the doctor, "Thank you."

The doctor shook his head, "I didn't do anything."

Yu Cang smiled.

As if recalling something, he shrank back into the chair.

Looking at the window in the corridor, he dreamily said,

"Before Tongtong was born, she liked to read books and tell me the stories in the books, although she could put me to sleep every time."

"One time, she told me a story about a man named Fugui."

"It's about how Fugui lost those important people in his life one by one."

"Aren't you surprised that such a tragic story is called alive?"

The doctor turned to look at him, hesitated to speak, and finally just listened silently.

"But today I suddenly felt the smell."

"It's the hardest thing to be alive."

The sunlight outside fell through the window and fell on half of Yu Cang's face.

The corners of his mouth curled up,

But there were tears falling silently from the corner of his eyes.

The screen went dark, and all the lights in the studio hall were turned on again.

"Requiem", the screening ends.

But there was some silence in the hall.

Song Lesheng looked at Yu Cang beside him with a little anxiety, and Yu Cang shook his head, signaling him not to worry.

Touching Song Lesheng's elbow, Yu Cang stood up with him.

The two turned around, faced all the audience in the studio, and bowed slightly.

The moment the two of them bent down, the applause finally sounded.

Although the audience, directors and actors in the venue add up to only about 300 people.

But it is as turbulent and continuous as the tide.

It seemed to overturn the entire studio hall.

Yu Cang even saw many audience members stand up and applaud.

Yu Cang exhaled, and Song Lesheng looked at each other.

Both of them knew that this time, it was a success.

If it is said that before the start, the two were still worried that as the first short film to be screened, the audience's requirements would be more stringent.

Then it's time to worry about it now, and it becomes the program group.

With such feedback, Yu Cang determined that it would be difficult for other works to follow.

Host He Yu returned to the stage.

He signaled Yu Cang and Song Lesheng to come on stage together with his hand.

"Welcome to Director Song Lesheng, welcome to Mr. Yu."

He Yu is nearly forty years old and looks much older than Yu Cang.

But at this time, no one in the audience thought there was anything wrong with his address.

As far as the profession of an actor is concerned, the young man wearing a peaked cap and smiling lightly on the stage at this moment can indeed become a teacher for most people present.

Following He Yu's welcome words, the applause sounded again.

It took a while before finally stopping.

He Yu said with a smile, "The feedback from the audience friends is very clear. Director Song, how do you feel now, do you have anything to say?"

Song Lesheng suppressed the excitement in his heart, cleared his throat, and wanted to say something touching.

But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a row of young directors under the stage, some of them were staring intently at the person beside him.

Song Lesheng panicked immediately, and blurted out, "Xiao Yu is my junior brother! My dear junior brother!"

He stood in front of Yu Cang and blocked him behind, trying to cut off the eager eyes of other directors.

Like an old hen guarding her chicks.

Many audience members who were still immersed in the emotions of the short film were suddenly amused by him.

Yu Cang also shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)