Wang Ying seemed to remember something: "I have been to Guizhou when I was a child, it seems to be such a place, but I forgot whether it is here. No, I remember it was in a school, a beautiful elementary school."
"A beautiful elementary schoolyou finally remembered!" Rousang was very excited, "So, I didn't mistake someone, it was you who didn't recognize me!"
"Who are you¡¡"
"I grew up here. More than ten years ago? I was in elementary school more than ten years ago. One day, the school just had the winter vacation, and the children played all over the world. A caravan convoy came to the town. We They all ran to the street to have a look. I saw you sitting in a carriage, wearing a black wool coat, which seemed to be modified from an adult¡¯s clothes, with a high collar, and a violin tightly hugged in your arms. I pay attention You, because you look not much older than me, you are the smallest of those people. You performed in the big playground of our school, and lived in the classrooms of our school at night. That day, we brought our own stools to the big playground, and watched I saw many wonderful acrobatic shows, such as shaking the thread shuttle, bowl topping, and singing model operas. One of the most thrilling shows was to use the legs of many chairs to stack up, and the other legs were suspended in the air, one by one. On the ground, there are about a dozen chairs stacked up to the sky, and there is an upside-down person on each chair"
Rousang seemed to be nervous because of the scene she recalled, she spoke in one breath, took a deep breath, and then continued.
"The last program is you playing the violin. Because you are too young, someone came to ask the small audience in front, who would like to contribute the stool they brought. No one said anything. I saw that everyone was unwilling, so I stood up , and handed over my stool to you."
Rousang looked at Wang Ying: "If you still can't remember, there's nothing you can do. I'll turn around and walk away!"
"I, I think about it, wait!"
Rousang seemed impatient: "Who am I, tell me!"
Wang Ying had already remembered, but he felt choked by a burst of excitement in his chest, he didn't know how to speak, and stuttered. Moreover, his character is like this, some things that make him emotional, he seems to want to keep them, let them be warm and warm in his chest, and it is best to ferment them before expressing them.
He is slow to warm up and likes to hide his secrets, so she was in a hurry.
I can vividly remember the scene of walking with a theater troupe when I was a child.
At that time, he was the violinist and the youngest actor in the troupe. Once, they came to the countryside of Guizhou to perform, it was a gray early winter, the color of the sky was depressing, he was very melancholy, his whole face curled into the collar of his coat. His teacher, his father's classmate, has always been the teacher who raised and educated him. The coat was remade by the teacher's wife from an old woolen coat belonging to the teacher. It was very warm, but very heavy. He always felt that he was overwhelmed by the winter coat.
The cold wind in winter in Guizhou makes people's faces and hands hurt. No matter where he goes, except for performances, he stays silently, motionless.
However, on the day we arrived in Kaili, the weather was rare. Although it was cold, the sun was shining brightly. His mood improved a lot.
The venue for the performance was a large playground of an elementary school, which had been cleaned up early to look like a stage. At the end of the performance, as usual, he stood on a small bench and played the violin. That day, probably because he was in a happy mood, he forgot the time. He played one piece after another, not tired at all, and felt very good. When he finally rested, the crowd had dispersed, and it was almost dusk. On the large and empty playground, there was only a little girl standing in front of him.
He said to her: "I'm sorry, I've been occupying your stool, didn't you break it?"
She smiled brightly at him: "My stool is very strong, it cannot be broken."
Her voice is very nice.
He got off the stool and brushed the dust off it with his sleeve. She watched him do this quietly, and smiled brightly again.
"Shall I help you bring the stool home? Where do you live?"
She twisted one of her long braids with her fingers: "No, my family lives in the school."
He looked back at the adults who were busy carrying props, and suddenly wanted to leave them quietly and have a good time. However, he wanted her to keep him company. Who knows if she is willing and has the courage?
He looked at her, and there was a warm and lovely smile on her little round face. He has courage.
He said to her, "If we go away, will we get lost?"
Without even thinking about it, she flicked her braids and grabbed his hand: "Let's go!"
After walking a few steps, they started to run. They ran to a hillside in one breath, and each fell down on the ground.fawn
Has been spread out for us
A bed of moonlight
He didn't dare to think about what Rousang, who wrote this poem, was doing. This poem is beautiful, like the scene in the Garden of Eden. But he didn't dare to guess whether the poem was about sex. Based on his feelings for her, she should have written this poem in a hazy dream or thought. Poetry is a dream, and what she wrote is her dream, right? He likes the mystery and innocence in the poems, the beauty of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
He changed the poem into lyrics, composed music, and played it himself.
He is very confident that she will definitely appear again, his music will bring her here, her voice will definitely ring in his ears, and her small and delicate face will look up again like a clean flower petal. before his eyes.
The dream of the soul probably cannot wait.
Rousang didn't know he was here, maybe she heard his music, maybe she lost her way, what kind of distance did she go to?
Since then, Wang Ying has never seen Rousang. Could it be that the bustling world is like a vast ocean, he has his route and she has hers, and they will never meet each other on their respective routes?
Finally, when he made up his mind to find her, he heard that she had already taken creative leave and went to the south.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the revolving restaurant on the top floor of Guizhou Hotel, Wang Ying watched the lights of thousands of houses in the city, like a river in the Grand Canyon, dotted with stars, flowing eastward. His heart, like his expression, fell into a fateful silence again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com