you were a boy

eleven

Song Yu's birthday is in December, and the family moved to Chengdu in January.

The night before leaving, Song Yu insisted on staying at Sun Yuanjun's house despite his parents' objection.

That night, they all wanted to do it, but strangely they couldn't get hard.

Unable to fall asleep again, Sun Yuanjun simply picked up the guitar and sang, sang "Dream Chaser", "I Will Love To Die", and "Flying Birds", until his throat became hoarse, and even his grandfather with bad ears couldn't bear it until midnight I told them not to sing any more.

Song Yu stared at him intently, not knowing what to say, after all, it was the first time in her life that she experienced such a parting.

Tomorrow is the train at [-] o'clock in the morning, Song Yu told him not to see him off, he didn't want to see him cry.

Sun Yuanjun took out two identical mobile phones from his school bag, Nokia 3100, both with blue body and white keyboard, small and beautiful.

"Where did you get so much money?"

"Don't worry about it, you have to call me every day from now on." Sun Yuanjun thought about how expensive it is to make a call, so he changed it to "send a message".

Song Yu looked over and over, but he didn't like it.Let Sun Yuanjun teach him how to use it. It turned out that he not only bought a mobile phone, but also a phone card.But he didn't know that the two would soon separate, and Song Yu still had to change his card when they arrived in Chengdu.

When going to bed at night, Song Yu leaned on Sun Yuanjun's shoulder, obviously very sleepy, but just couldn't bear to fall asleep.Calling "Brother, Brother" over and over again without saying anything else, Sun Yuanjun patted his back and agreed to him over and over again.

Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.Inexplicably, Sun Yuanjun thought of the poem he learned in the first year of high school.Sure enough, the really sad parting was speechless.

Sun Yuanjun, who has always been ignorant of feelings and even a little indifferent, shed tears, while Song Yu gently kissed the tears away from the corners of his eyes with his lips over and over again.

The next day, Sun Yuanjun skipped class again and said he would not see him off, but he couldn't help but ran to the train station. There were people coming and going at the train station. He bought a platform ticket, hid in the crowd, and asked for it silently. The train that took Song Yu to the distance waved.

Song Yu left nothing but a one-year-old dog named "Lang Zai".

On the second day after Song Yu left, Lang Zai didn't know whether he was sick with missing his master or because he couldn't adapt to the environment in his new home.At that time, Sun Yuanjun was still in school, so Sun Yuanjun's grandfather hurriedly took him to the veterinary hospital, where he was given injections and medicines, which cost hundreds of dollars.Even the owner of the pet hospital said that it is rare to see such a small dog willing to spend so much money for treatment.

The always rough grandfather said in a hoarse voice: "This puppy is just a thought of my grandson."

Lang Zai was sick for a few days, and although he recovered later, the whole dog was depressed as if he had been hit by something, and even his fat belly was smaller.

Sun Yuanjun gave it his favorite meaty bones to eat, but it was not interested.

Sun Yuanjun looked in the mirror while brushing his teeth, and found that his cheekbones in the mirror had become higher, and his face seemed to have become sharper, so he looked at the dog again.

I thought to myself, Song Yu always said that he was a stray dog, how could he be, he was obviously the one who was abandoned.

But life still has to go on, and high school students can't use their mobile phones in a high-profile way. Sun Yuanjun can only make occasional calls and chat with text messages at noon and night every day.

When Langzi finally adapted to the environment, became lively and cute again, and his figure became chubby again, Sun Yuanjun realized that his connection with Song Yu was getting less and less.Lost the common circle of friends, lost a lot of topics.Song Yu must have many new friends by his side.Although I make calls and send text messages every day, some things are slowly fading away.

Sun Yuanjun didn't know what to do, and was in a bad mood.

Until Li Siyou mysteriously brought a leaflet calling for singers to participate in the draft.

In 2005, the TV talent show was in the ascendant.During the summer vacation, Super Girl became a popular event for young people, and Li Yuchun, who represented the neutral style, became popular very quickly, so many TV stations began to rush to invest in talent shows.

Sun Yuanjun studied the rules and immediately decided to participate.Although hard pursuit of dreams may not necessarily lead to success, but Sun Yuanjun is not the kind of person who will give himself a chance to regret.

That night, I called Song Yu and chatted for an unprecedented half an hour, and I had something to say, and there was still more to say.The two of them even chose the songs for the competition.

But the next day Song Yu told him that he could not participate in the competition.And it was a call from a public phone booth.Sun Yuanjun asked him why he didn't use his mobile phone to make calls, but he hesitated and refused to say.Asked why he couldn't participate in the competition, he said that his mother said that the senior high school entrance examination was about to take place in the third year of junior high school, and he couldn't waste time.

Sun Yuanjun had no choice but to threaten: "If you don't tell the truth again, I will go to Sichuan to find you."

Song Yu had no choice but to follow suit. He forgot to bring his mobile phone that day, and his mother saw the text messages on his mobile phone.

15-year-old Song Yu was forced to come out in this way.Song Yu talked badly and talked badly before he persuaded his mother not to tell his father.But the premise is that there is no mobile phone, and you can never contact Sun Yuanjun.

So Song Yu said: "I can't go to the draft, you and Li Si go, I will cheer for you!"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time, and Sun Yuanjun choked up and said, "Did your mother hit you?"

Even though he knew that the other party couldn't see him, Song Yu still shook his head: "My mother is reluctant to hit me, after all, it's her own." The truth is, the broom mark on his body is still aching from yesterday to now.

From that year, Sun Yuanjun and Li Si started their draft career with guitar and bass on their backs.First of all, parents and schools are not supportive.Adults' ideas are often relatively traditional, that everything is low-grade, only reading is high, playing music and doing art seems unreliable.What's more, Sun Yuanjun is a student with particularly good grades, and Li Si's grades are not bad, so if he takes a slanted sword, if he fails, the possibility of his studies being ruined is very high.Because the parents didn't support it, Sun Yuanjun even went to a local well-known bar to sell and sing for more than ten days in order to save the travel expenses for the registration.When I went to school to ask for leave, the head teacher Lao Qin’s face was almost stretched longer than that of a donkey, but no matter what, Sun Yuanjun still wanted to give it a try. There may be only a few chances to change one’s destiny in one’s life, how would you know if you don’t try it? ?

After all, just being a good student is not all Sun Yuanjun's dream.Wanting to be successful, chasing fame and fortune, wanting to be recognized by more people, this is the common nature of human beings, and Sun Yuanjun is not exempt from it.

From the second semester of the second year of high school to the first semester of the third year of high school, it was the days when ordinary middle school students accumulated knowledge and worked hard to prepare for the college entrance examination. However, Sun Yuanjun and Li Si went to various auditions across the country. Usually, there is no problem in passing the audition.But the upcoming competition has seen almost everything. After all, this kind of national event held by the TV station has a lot of masters. There are even college majors who major in vocal music to sign up, and there are even famous singers who are going to remake it. , Sun Yuanjun has also seen someone who is obviously inferior to him in everything, but still ranks very high every time. Later, he realized that although his own conditions are not very good, there is a strong support behind him. This is the so-called airborne force.

However, compared to myself, he really has nothing. All he has is a youthful and handsome face, but the entertainment industry has never lacked good-looking young people.He had seen other singers' gorgeous transitions or high-pitched voices when they sang, and his more literary rock was really not popular at all.Sometimes even when facing a stage with many people, he would be subconsciously nervous. More than once, the judges in the audience commented harshly on him that "only one face is worthy of the audience". Compassionately commented that let him study hard and stop wasting time on music...

At that time, Sun Yuanjun didn't know how he stepped down from the stage. He and Li Si stayed up all night in the hotel that night. , as if instantly smashed to pieces by reality.Li Si was one year older than Sun Yuanjun, and he had to be more mature, comforting him like a big brother.

"You, you are too conceited and too strong. How can someone's life be smooth sailing?"

"Really?" Sun Yuanjun smiled wryly.

"That's right, you have been living in the worship of girls and the praise of teachers since you were a child. You are like a god. Do you think you are really a god?"

Sun Yuanjun thought about it for a while, he didn't know what girls thought of him, but in Song Yu's heart, most likely they worshiped him as a god.

So at that moment, I really wanted to call him again.

In fact, Song Yu's mother read the text messages between them, but the specific content was some ambiguous words such as "I miss you so much, I miss you to death". Song Yu has been guaranteeing that he and Sun Yuanjun are definitely not what she thought. In addition, she had a very good impression of Sun Yuanjun, so she silently forgot about it.

Song Yu occasionally uses the mobile phone, but he no longer dares to post any interesting content.

Sun Yuanjun looked through the contents of the mobile phone inbox one by one, nothing more than "Have you eaten?" "Today my mother made my favorite braised pork trotters, and I ate a lot." "I have grown to 1.7 meters five! "This math test is so difficult. I can't do the next three big questions. Is this a question for people?"

Looking at these boring and warm daily life, it seems that his favorite child, the cutest child in the world, is acting like a baby in front of him at the moment.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the number that was so familiar that he could recite it by himself dialed him.

"Sun Yuanjun, I can go home for Chinese New Year this year!"