China Entertainment 2000

Chapter 7 Yan Liang’s Holy Mother Heart
It was already 3 pm on New Year's Eve when the train stopped at Yongzhou Station.

There was no sun in the sky, and it was gray outside the station.

The winter in Yongzhou seems to be colder than in the capital. A gust of northwest wind blows, and the river current is cold from the toes to the scalp.

Uncontrollably shaking three times, Jiang Liu raised the fur collar of his green coat and looked at Yan Liang who was looking around with his two exposed eyes: "You are the landlord, please arrange a place for me to wash myself and drive away the cold."

"Just find a hotel here at the train station, put your luggage down and go find someone there."

The river flows as far as the eye can see, and there is a large platform, and it is just a platform.

"What's the explanation?" Jiang Liu didn't quite understand the mystery.

"Tramps live around this railway. They either wander aimlessly in the city during the day, or they pick up bottles and cans on the platform in exchange for food."

Jiang Liu suddenly realized that the platform was the garbage dump of the train station: "You can find out clearly."

"Half a year ago, when I was returning to school after summer vacation, the train was delayed. I had a few words with two homeless people."

Yan Liangyan patted Jiang Liu during the conversation: "Follow me."

Jiang Liu didn't know why, so he followed Yan Liang in and out of the crowd.

After wandering around for a while, the two stopped in front of a young man wearing a worn-out jacket, shivering from the cold, and with a wary face.

"Zhao Wenhong, do you remember me?" Yan Liang asked with an enthusiastic smile.

Zhao Wenhong took out a pair of calloused hands from her pocket and said warily: "I don't know, who are you?"

Jiang Liu and Yan Liang stood tall and tall in front of him.

Especially Yan Liang.

Yan Liang is nearly 190cm tall, and his appearance cannot be said to be inhumane. It is hard to put it into words.

In front of ordinary people, Yan Liang looks like a "humanoid beast".

"Damn, I treated you and Li Yong to eat cookies at the big platform in the summer. Did you forget? Before I left, I gave each of you 50 yuan and said that I would invite you to make a movie in the future." Yan Liang said angrily.

The memory was awakened, Zhao Wenhong quickly grinned and said: "I remember, you are Brother Liang, are you coming back for the New Year holiday?"

"No, I came to you to make a movie. How many people do you have now?" After being recognized by Zhao Wenhong, Yan Liang patted him happily and introduced Jiang Liu: "My schoolmate Jiang Liu, an awesome and coaxing director."

Jiang Liu curled his lips and nodded at Zhao Wenhong.

Two lifetimes of experience made it difficult for Jiang Liu to sympathize with others, and he was even less willing to sympathize with people like Zhao Wenhong.

Zhao Wenhong is in rags and has a gray face. He may be a real street kid.

But he was at least sixteen or seventeen years old. Why did he live like this when he had arms and legs at this age?
As long as you have a little bit of ambition and don't seek to live a unique life, there are always legitimate ways to solve the problem of food and clothing.

Look at what this guy was doing on New Year's Eve, begging for money from passing tourists. Looking at the shallow scars on his face and the thick calluses on his hands, he thought there would be plenty of fights.

It’s ridiculous to have such energy that you can’t support yourself.

Jiang Liu did not use words to belittle the other person. Everyone has the right to choose their own life, so there is no need for him to talk too much.

Without Yan Liang, he wouldn't know these people.

Jiang Liu crossed his arms and stamped his feet. When he was looking at Yongzhou Railway Station casually, Yan Liang said: "Liu'er, they are in the woods far away. Let's go take a look first and then return to the hotel."

"I'm here now. It's up to you. Just don't write my name in the director column after the film is shot. If you really want to, give me a different name."

Jiang Liu also figured it out along the way.

A trip to Yongzhou has nothing to lose other than being tired, so it’s better to come to an old friend’s hometown for a trip, have a look around, and help the old friend realize his dream.

Jiang Liu didn't think the story Yan Liang wanted to film was complicated.

According to Jiang Liu's decades of experience, it can't even be made into a regular movie. Presenting the lives of these homeless people in the form of a documentary is Yan Liang's best choice.

Documentaries pay attention to truth.

Jiang Liu had already planned to use a tripod to set up a camera, and then wait for a group of protagonists to "tell your story".Under the leadership of Zhao Wenhong, Jiang Liu and the others set foot on a dry riverbed.

After walking for about 20 minutes, the three of them appeared in front of a small forest. There were 1.2.3.4.5, 5 people in the forest.

The five people could be described as skinny, wearing thin and strange clothes. Some were wearing shabby jackets and some were wearing casual suits. They were all shivering around a flickering bonfire.

Jiang Liu was surprised to see a child outside the campfire who was as thin as a six or seven-year-old child.

"How old are you?" Jiang Liu took the initiative to speak for the first time.

The child looked at the people next to him and said timidly: "9 years old."

Jiang Liu raised his eyebrows and said nothing, turning to look at Yan Liang.

This sight shocked him. Yan Liang looked like he was about to drop his little pearl.

"The macho is crying?"

Jiang Liu was speechless, leaving Yan Liang behind and walked towards the bonfire.

Gradually, Yan Liang calmed down, sat down by the campfire, and started chatting with Zhao Wenhong and others.

In Yan Liang's low voice of inquiry, Jiang Liu learned that the six people around him came from all over the world, and not all of them were natives of Shaanxi Province.

There are only six of them homeless at Yongcheng Railway Station. They are just unwilling to join, or are not qualified to join other groups.

What is even more surprising is that the six of them are not a team. They only occasionally hug together to keep warm. In the past, they swept the snow in front of the house and took care of the frost on the tiles. Life and death were determined by fate.

Different from the strange relationship between the six people, the reasons why they became homeless are similar.

It's basically a broken family.

Zhao Wenhong's mother passed away and her father was an alcoholic. When she was drunk, she either beat or scolded Zhao Wenhong.

Zhou Guoshan's parents divorced, his mother remarried and was not tolerated by his stepfather, and his biological father is missing.

The situation of Li Yong, Hou Dazhi and a few others is also similar.

Sun Min is the oldest among them. He became a homeless man because his ID card and money were stolen.

The youngest, nine-year-old Lu Ting is not only the only girl, but also the one with the most miserable fate among them all.

Her parents died unexpectedly when she was 6 years old, and she was dependent on her grandmother.

Grandma passed away more than a year later, and she was handed over to her aunt on her deathbed.

The aunt was a ruthless person with a pair of iron hands. Lu Ting couldn't bear it anymore and left secretly on a dark night.

Because she didn't run far enough at the time, Lu Ting was soon found and imprisoned in her aunt's sheep pen.

After her first experience, she ran away from Yun Province to Shaanxi Province after her second escape. Now she has been staying at Yongzhou Railway Station for half a year.

Lu Ting's means of survival is begging, going to the big platform to dig through trash cans, and picking up drink bottles thrown by passengers from the train.

The six of them, Zhao Wenhong and Lu Ting, were either ashamed or smiling as they finished talking about their respective fates of growing up like weeds.

Jiang Liu listened to the reasons why Zhao Wenhong and others left home and their difficult living conditions as stories.

Yan Liang sighed from beginning to end, looking like he was feeling the same thing.

Jiang Liu was speechless: "You like to be compassionate to others so much. Why didn't you become a civil servant during the college entrance examination? I remember that both your parents have real power."

"I can do anything in my life, but I can't enter officialdom."

Jiang Liu was surprised at first, then immediately realized and sighed: "There is no better son than a father!"

With Yan Liang's motherly heart, let alone the officialdom, he can't figure out any industry. Opening a photo studio and taking wedding photos is quite suitable.

(End of this chapter)