During these nearly three months, I almost tried my best to survive. Distributing leaflets, delivering food, moving furniture I have tried almost all the methods that can be settled every day, and this is also quite different from my original plan-Luo Qing and I seem to have stepped into a different place. world.
I go out to do odd jobs during the day, and return to the house at night to write novels on an old second-hand laptop computer. The protagonist of the story is myself. It is a sudden whim and a secret that has been hidden in my heart. Record the days when we embrace each other in a unique way, so that it will not be forgotten by the years.
In such a busy day, I also developed a deep friendship with the landlord's eldest sister's family. Her name is Zhang Guifang, and her daughter¡¯s nickname is Duo Duo. The whole family relies on her job as an insurance seller. In addition to supporting her daughter¡¯s schooling, she has to take care of her disabled husband every month. to the brink of fragmentation.
Every morning Zhang Guifang has embarked on a day's journey. The cruel reality forced this young woman to struggle desperately, and every day I get along with her, I seem to be able to draw some kind of motivation for life from her. What is the purpose of human life? I don't know, but from her I can clearly understand that people must live.
In the evening, when Sister Zhang cooks, she will set aside a portion for me. Maybe it is to see that I feel sorry for each other, or maybe it is out of kindness. When I keep thanking her, she just smiles back. In fact, I know from the bottom of my heart that this pair of bowls and chopsticks is not sympathy, but kindness. Even though I can't repay them now, I will still do my best to repay their family.
It was another rainy morning. I had no odd jobs to do today. Wearing a raincoat, I wandered the streets of Yichun like a lonely soul.
Walking to the corner of the street, I lit a cigarette, leaned against the damp wall, and listened to the sound of the piano coming from the house-this row of stores were all piano shops, and I once went to buy a guitar with Luo Nuxia. been here.
Listening to the familiar melody, I exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the other end of the long street from a distance, and let the wind and rain hit my face.
Looking at the few pedestrians, I suddenly felt a world away, helpless and lost.
"Won't you come in and sit for a while?" A female voice came from my ear, pulling me back to reality from the endless gaze.
Looking at her appearance, everything in front of me seems to have returned to the stone bridge a few years ago in an instant. At that time, we were drenched in the heavy rain, pouring out our hearts to each other, and asking each other the meaning of love. But now, she is still wearing a loose and beautiful casual sweater, but I am no longer enthusiastic. With a body that has not been trimmed for a few days, it seems that I have completely integrated into the bottom of this society.
Youqin is as beautiful as ever, with a trace of indelible sadness hanging in the corners of her eyes. She looked at me quietly, but she didn't look at my appearance, she just gave up her position with a smile.
Facing her, I was in a stalemate for a moment, not knowing what to greet or what to say at this moment. Time has not made our relationship unfamiliar, but it has already opened the distance between us invisible .
Taking off my raincoat, I smiled awkwardly, no matter what I talk about at the moment, it is so vulgar.
"It's cold, drink a glass of hot water." Youqin poured a glass of water and brought it in front of me, then still picked up the guitar and started playing.
Seeing her every move, I suddenly smiled from the bottom of my heart, maybe we haven't changed in her heart, we are still the same as before. She didn't have too many questions to ask me, and she didn't have many stories to pull me to tell, just as if everything that happened in these years was what should have happened in this world, there was no novelty, let alone belittle and look down upon.
Perhaps in her eyes, Yang Chen will always be the Yang Chen who is desperate for love. These years, it has not increased or decreased, and it is still the same.
Her piano sound is still so pleasant, with some ethereal and ethereal mixed in the original tune, making it easy to forget the sadness and troubles, and just want to calm down and listen to her playing a piece of movement that does not belong to this world.
After the song ended, Youqin looked up at me and smiled: "Don't you want to drink water?"
As if waking up from a big dream, I quickly picked up the water glass and took a sip. After thinking about it again and again, I asked, "Did you open this store?"
"It's still Xia Meng's, I just come here occasionally She went to tutor today." You Meng got up and came to me with a guitar, "Don't you want to try?"
I nodded and took the guitar, but the moment I touched the strings, I felt a strange feeling from my fingertips, and I couldn¡¯t even remember the last time I played the piano
After lightly plucking the strings twice, I smiled and waved my hand: "Forget it, I forgot about it a long time ago."Youqin didn't make fun of me either, but reluctantly took Qin and put it aside.
"How are you doing now, are you all okay?" She poured out the water I had only taken a sip of in front of me, and took another cup, the slowly rising heat made my heart gradually become warm up.
"I haven't contacted you for a long time, but it should be pretty good." I smiled, "Compared to me."
Youqin nodded and stopped talking.
"I heard that An Ye went on a trip, just like you did back then."
Hearing An Ye's name, Youqin's expression changed. She took out her phone and flicked it a few times, and showed me a group of photos An Ye took in other provinces.
"Are you still in touch?"
"Occasionally he will call and tell me about the customs and customs of other places." Youqin seems to have nothing to hide, I looked at the photos, most of them are pictures of An Ye and the children in the countryside, and there is one I was very impressed. I saw An Ye wearing a red scarf, holding a guitar and smiling happily at the camera. He cut short his most valued hairstyle at the beginning, and held a half-eaten corn cob in his mouth. Surrounding him were five or six children who also wore red scarves. They were dark-skinned but had bright smiles.
After seeing the photos, I pondered for a long time, as if everyone in the past had found the meaning of their own existence Zhang Jiaxin worked hard for a peaceful life, Zhao Kewen fought for a future without regrets, Meng Ziyue started a new life, An Ye also found his musical pursuit Each of them is constantly recognizing and changing themselves in ordinary life. It seems that I am the only one who still stays in the same place, waiting for the love that I can't ask for.
"It's raining, I should go back." I stood up and nodded to her in thanks. "It's been a long time since I've heard such a beautiful song. When my life is stable in the future, I'll come back and enjoy it."
Getting up and putting on my raincoat, I said goodbye to Youqin.
"Wait a minute" She seemed to think of something, took the guitar just now, put it in the case and handed it to me, "This is for you."
I looked at this obviously not cheap guitar in confusion, and didn't quite understand what she meant.
"Everyone will have unsatisfactory, when you are troubled, don't go to the rain, play the piano." Youqin smiled, "It's the same as back then."
Leaving the piano shop, I lit a cigarette and walked slowly on the street. After one cigarette was over, looking at the gray sky, I quickened my pace to go back. I can't figure out the meaning of Youqin giving me this guitar, whether it is a blessing or something else, but I understand one thing, people must never forget their original intentions, all the foundations of the future are built on the original original intentions, a person , a violin, let's start over! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com