Aha went back late at night, feeling very tired. During the day, I heard from the wife of the man on duty at the gate of the compound that Ruan Datou's woman had cancer, and the cancer had metastasized after the mammaryectomy. It is already late at night, and a weak light is still on in the house next door, so there are some ghostly shadows in the corridor. Strange, I saw a lot of birth, old age, sickness and death in the mountains without any horror, but when I arrived in the city, I was afraid of ghosts. She quickly ran into the house without turning on the light, so she took out the sleeping bag behind the sofa by the street light outside the window, and got in with her eyes closed.
Suddenly, she sat up - she smelled the smell of distant soil in the room, and the smell of Yan Ruqing.
"Brother Qing!"
She turned on the light and walked around the room barefoot.
The room was still the same as when she left in the evening, without any change. His bedroom in the inner room was still so tidy, and there was no sign of being tampered with.
But she sniffed the air in the room, and there was his smell in it, which was very weak but very distinct. She was sure he had been here! Every corner of the room, the walls, curtains, the misty reeds in the corner, the drawer handle of the desk, and even the faucet in the kitchen, all left his breath. She smelled every breath of him, the smell of paint, the smell of Sunsilk soap he loves to use, the sweet smell of food without chili, the warm smell of his thin woolen sweater, the smell of his sneakers made of fresh mud breath¡¡
She quickly got dressed, opened the door and went out.
There are no street lights from the dormitory to the outer ring road, it is a dark slope, and there are city lights, pedestrians and shops all the way to the outer ring road. She was running, and when she ran down that slope, her whole body was shaken and trembling.
In a large food stall on the Outer Ring Road, Yungui people who are still excited about winning money after playing mahjong, men and women yelled, "Ge Laozi, you Lange started it, mess it up!" The proprietress is from Sichuan, and the customers are also Laughing and cursing each other like Sichuan people, drinking beer, shelling peanuts, and punching each other. The proprietress is very attentive, bringing things for them before and after running.
Aha found the phone at this food stall and called Yan Ruqing. He didn't reply after calling several times, so Ahha sat on a long wooden bench and waited.
After waiting for almost an hour, she became more and more tired, restless, and drooped her head. The snobbish proprietress looked at her and said sarcastic words: "Will someone return to the machine so late? You should pay the money earlier!"
She was in a daze and didn't hear. Seeing that she didn't respond, the proprietress became upset and slammed the bowls and chopsticks. The group of men and women who were eating lively turned their heads to look at her. After the women discussed something, they laughed wantonly. The man with the mustache sitting among them called out, "Little sister, do you want to come over and have some food?"
She still didn't respond.
Mustache got up and moved to her side: "Wait for your lover in the middle of the night? Why wait for him, three-legged frogs can't be found, and two-legged men are everywhere! Little sister¡ª"
The man with the mustache bent down to look at her and exclaimed: "Oh, who do you think it is? It's the fairy singer of Guizhou Hotel! It's the middle of the night, so sad and lost?"
The women drinking beer booed: "Sing one, you ask her to sing one!"
The man with the mustache took advantage of the strength of the wine and was complacent. Seeing that Aha kept his head down, he stretched out his hand to pull her: "Little sister, don't be sad. Seeing that you are so thinly dressed, brother feels sorry for you!"
Aha was very sad in his heart, suddenly raised his head, and slapped him with all his strength.
She galloped away and disappeared into the night like a cat.
When she was about to return to Lion Mountain, she found that the light was still on in the reception room of a factory by the roadside, so she ran to knock on the door: "Master, I have to borrow your phone for something urgent, can I?"
In the simple duty room, a young master with thick shoulders and arms is lonely telling his own fortune with a worn-out deck of playing cards. The phones here are usually not used by people and are locked in a drawer. Hearing her voice, he not only opened the door, but also generously opened the drawer and took out the phone to her.
Yan Ruqing's mobile phone was transferred to the secretary desk, and Aha could only leave him a message: "Brother Qing, I know you are back, why didn't you see me? What did I do wrong? Please give me a reason!"
She thanked the young master and didn't want to leave yet. She was afraid that if she left the phone, she would never find him again.
The young master is not afraid of the cold, he does not move when the clothes on his shoulders fall off, and only concentrates on counting the playing cards. She was sweating from running just now, and now the thin clothes were sticking to her body and it was cold. She simply went outside and jumped up, feeling less cold.
This time, he quickly answered the phone: "You are right, I still love you, but I miss home and want to go back to my hometown. This spring is too cold, it is so cold to the bone in my heart."
"I'm cold too"?Just take a break from smoking. Both of them smoked a lot, the room was full of smoke, and they were a little confused because they stayed up late, and their faces were blurred when they saw each other.
At this moment, the school suddenly lost power, and the house was as dark as the outside, and the night highlighted its unity and boundlessness. The darkness lifted their spirits, they opened the door and went out, and climbed up to the rooftop to watch the night view.
The grass and trees in Xiangbao Mountain are very deep, and there are black shadows everywhere. On the roof, they felt like they were floating with the whole house because of the darkness and darkness around them. Everything in the night is different from what you see in the daytime. The night is a soft hand that blurs the outlines of all objects and lightens everything. This is the best feeling that night brings to Wang Ying. Many of his music are written in this light feeling. The relationship between night and music is the relationship between soul and dreams.
Suddenly, Wang Ying's eagle-like eyes saw the bonfires on the edge of the night, and the bonfires were lit one after another. The power outage seemed to be for nothing but their appearance.
"Fuck!" Li Yao exclaimed excitedly.
Wang Ying didn't make a sound. He is a person who loves miracles, but he doesn't know whether this miracle is in the sky or on earth. After a long silence, he went back to the room, took out the saxophone, climbed up to the roof, and played the famous jazz piece - "Stimulus". Li Yao responded positively, twisting his thin waist and legs. Wang Ying played the tune over and over again, gradually elongating each note, in order to keep the same rhythm as the distant bonfires, and accompany them throughout the process of burning and extinguishing. The voice of Sachs stretches and twists in the grass at night and on the ridge, calling and asking: what is the origin and meaning of this bonfire, this miracle
On the terrace of the revolving bar on the top floor of Guizhou Hotel, a violin and a guitar played for Mr. Su in turn.
After playing mahjong, President Su, who was exhausted after drinking half a catty of Moutai, had a sudden idea and asked Yan Ruqing and him to go to the tallest building in the city to watch the night view, and also picked two musicians from the bar band to play for them. But Yan Ruqing was downcast and resolutely refused to go, which made President Su very unhappy. Mr. Su likes him mainly because of his literary spirit and his romantic spirit. With him present, everything in the mall is adorned with warmth and elegance. At this moment, he is not only unromantic, but also sullen and angry like a child who has lost his toy, which makes Mr. Su feel boring. Fortunately, he won a lot tonight, so he won't be upset by these little things.
But rich people actually have small minds, and he still has some grudges: "Dou, Ah Qing, worthless, I don't like worthless people!"
Mr. Su was obviously dissatisfied with the performance of the two musicians, and felt that what they played was still old-fashioned and boring. The two musicians changed a few tunes and didn't see him giving a tip, so their attitude became negative, and they were not afraid of dirtying their ears, so they played whatever was unpleasant. Just when the two musicians ran away and mistuned, and he was a little dizzy, he saw the bonfire on the outer ring road.
"Ah! Ah!" he exclaimed in surprise, "Look, how strange!"
The bonfires were burning one after another at the edge of the night, as if something mysterious was happening. Although the two well-trained musicians had seen a lot of romance and absurdity at night in the city, they still felt that the city was unfathomable. Together they pretended to be foolish and echoed the same unfathomable boss in front of them: "Strange, strange!"
As for Yan Ruqing, of course he also saw the bonfire somewhere in the night, on the edge of the night, trying to bring some warmth to the night, waiting, to embrace the separated people, to embrace the separated love. call back.
At first, he was very moved, calling Ahha's name in his heart, and had an urge to immediately grow wings and fly towards her. But this impulse is so weak that it cannot dominate him. In front of me is the gloomy city that is about to say goodbye. Looking at it from a height, it is really dilapidated and dirty. Fortunately, there is night to hide all the dilapidated and dirty. He doesn't have the slightest nostalgia, this is not his hometown.
Looking at the bonfire in the distance, the fire is getting weaker and weaker, which is a scene of powerlessness. He didn't feel guilty, and his sentimental feelings were very weak. The bonfire burns slowly like some kind of ritual, as if a certain process still needs to accommodate him, and these are exactly what he has to refuse and give up. Compared with the power of rejection in his heart, those little fires were too weak, and before they were extinguished, he turned around from the high dark corner of the city back to the low dark space, turned on a light and then turned it off. His flat breath added to the nothingness of the night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com