to the old days

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Book Title: Waiting for the Past

Author: Gan Ling Tayue

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In 1974, in a mountainous and watery town in the south, an ordinary person met another ordinary person, and the original ordinary life became irretrievably messed up.

Let go and leave, wandering for ten years, Hang Qiuze wandered around Vienna with a violin, went to Schönbrunn Palace without that person, was the so-called true love he met in Moscow really true love?

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The stories I heard during the visits were written out, and it is better to be alone than to be abused by others.

Content tag: feel lost

Search keywords: Protagonist: Hang Qiuze; Shen Peilan┃Supporting role: Zeng Wuli; Oriole; Shen Aomu┃Others:

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☆, 001. Early years

In 1974, the year was too ordinary to be added. The Soviet Union launched an unmanned scientific space station into the earth orbit. China and Gambia had just established diplomatic relations. The President of the United States visited Japan for the first time. The revolution was in full swing. It doesn't matter, no one cares which deep-fried dough stick stand in Beijing was blown up by hooligans this year, and no one cares how many thermos bottles in the school's office were blown up, and how many teachers were laid off.

It’s the beginning of winter, and the trains from Beijing are passing by, and when looking at the fields after the rain through the glass windows covered with mist, you can only vaguely see the new yellow and emerald green colors. I can't tell whether the new yellow and emerald green is the plump rice or the rotten leaves of the straw thrown in casually.

Even after many years, he felt that it was not a good thing for him to meet that person on such a misty day, even if he stretched out his hand to wipe off the mist to see clearly at once , and retracted his hand in fear.

The winter of 1974 was also the first time they met.

There are many mountains and waters in the south. When it is cold and the twelfth lunar month, the temperature is even more poignant than that of the big ice balls in the north. It is not dry and cold, but a kind of unspeakable damp and cold, the kind that thousands of worms crawl in the bone marrow. clammy.

This is an ancient street connected to a long-dried ferry. The age is innumerable. Some people say it is the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and some say it is the Cao Wei Dynasty. After the liberation, it is still prosperous. It is just at night, and there are little red lanterns hanging , Lighting up a large area of ​​the road.

A man with a pair of brown glasses was wearing a crumpled short jacket and was carrying a yellow suitcase with mottled leather. He was going from house to house, squinting at the door numbers. He was carrying a thirteen-year-old man beside him The child—the same wrinkled padded jacket, some black cotton shoes that don't fit well, a pair of small hands frozen into carrots, is holding a black wooden box that is half his height.

The boy's face was blue and purple from the cold, but he didn't say a word, his forehead had already been covered with frost, his eyes reflected the red lanterns all over the street, they were extraordinarily bright and beautiful, but what barked was a pool of black paint Lacquer of stagnant water.

The man walked staggeringly, seemingly not familiar with the high and low terrain here, and the boy staggered to follow, even though the man dragged and dragged him without saying a word.

Soon, a gleam of joy flashed under the man's brown glasses, and he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the family.

"Who is it?" A woman's impatient voice came from inside the door.

"I'm Hang Suxue from the newspaper office. Mr. Zhou Chong called me!" The man slapped on the wooden door desperately like straw.

The boy raised his eyes and looked around. There are two-storey green brick houses in a circle. There is a small pond in the middle, and there is a platform on the pond. Illuminated by red lanterns, revealing a strong red.

Compared with Beijing City, it is more simple and elegant.

The door opened with a creak, and a woman in her 40s poked out half of her disheveled head, wearing a half-washed white jacket, and glanced at the man and the boy, "What's wrong with this?" son here?"

"The car just arrived." Hang Suxue accompanied him with a smiling face, "Mr. Zhou Chong told me to come here as soon as I arrived in Runzhou."

"That's right." The woman yawned, and glanced at the man's slightly shabby attire, "Everyone is brought here, it really seems that the rented house is a shelter for a newspaper office."

"Where is it, where is it." Hang Suxue was a little embarrassed, "It's dark today, and the child is shivering from the cold. Can you let us in first, and please arrange a place to live?"

Only then did the woman notice the small child, maybe the boy's purple face with cold aroused her motherhood, and the woman frowned, "Come in, we have arranged it earlier, I thought the car in your city Don't go, who knew it was a day early, thanks to my careful thinking, I prepared it earlier, otherwise you two will have to sleep on the floor tonight."

Hang Suxue hurriedly led the boy into the room. The room was burning with charcoal and it was very warm. The blood on his body seemed to be alive immediately.

The boy continued to look around with those wandering eyes. This place should be a wealthy family's house, with wooden stairs beside him, and a huge portrait hanging in the main hall, blue brick floor, short red candles, and his eyes moved to the wall The few paintings and calligraphy hanging there are elegant and lively, and the paintings are small bridges and flowing water, rice fields and mulberry hemp. Compared with the north, they are a little more gentle and delicate, and a little less rough and heroic.

"Don't look, the one who drew this picture is also a child." The woman handed over a brass key impatiently, "It's the second room from the left upstairs. I want hot water to burn in the patio downstairs."

Hang Suxue hurriedly took it carefully, he knew better than anyone the principle of being dependent on others, not to mention dragging a child, he slapped the boy on the head, "Qiu Ze, thank you, auntie!"

The boy was looking at the painting when he was shocked suddenly. The wooden box almost fell out of his hand, but he caught it tightly again, and said a little dullly, "Thank you, auntie."

Hearing his thank you, the woman finally relaxed her brows, and her voice softened a lot, "Your child, you also go to elementary school, right?"

Hang Suxue touched the boy's frozen head and smiled a little shyly, "Yes, he will be in the sixth grade soon. After this winter vacation, I will take him to the school in the town to report for duty."

"Tsk, the young owner of this house is in the second year of junior high school. If the two of you can play together, it would be nice to have a companion." The woman stroked Hang Qiuze's head affectionately, and suddenly said, "I almost forgot to say, A few people from the newspaper office live in the front, and the Shen family’s own home in the back, don’t mess around and make trouble.”

"That's natural, that's natural." Hang Suxue continued to nod and bow.

The woman happily wandered into her room on the first floor, and immediately snored loudly. Hang Suxue finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his face also suppressed a smile for a moment, "Let's go, go to sleep."

Hang Qiuze stumbled upstairs with Hang Suxue, but his eyes were still glancing at the two paintings, which carried the poem and the artist's small seal. He squinted his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly. He had no interest in these things after all. , but staring at him as if possessed, as if something in the painting was beckoning to him.

It wasn't until Hang Suxue pulled his collar impatiently that Hang Qiuze, as if returning to his soul, reluctantly hugged his wooden box, went upstairs, and closed the door.

The room is very simple, with a single empty wire bed, a wooden table and a luxury lamp, and a wooden box with long-lost paint, and two thin quilts, which are barely enough It's a bed.

Hang Suxue turned on the tile-green desk lamp, and stuffed the peeling suitcase under the bed, "Go to bed and sleep, I still have some materials to sort out."

Hang Qiuze didn't have any extra reactions. He took off his little jacket slowly, and sat down on the side of the bed slowly. Because he was still holding the wooden box in his hand, his movements became more and more difficult, even a little funny .

But he was still relentless, holding the box in one hand, and took off the cotton trousers that were a little too small on his body with one hand.

The wooden box was unstable, knocking on the edge of the bed.

"Can't you let it go for a while?" Hang Suxue was finally turned around by the noise, but was startled suddenly when he saw his son.

Then, he walked to the bed and held the child tightly in his arms, "Don't cry, it's fine without your mother, we two will live well in the future."

Hang Qiuze seldom cried. He seldom cried since he was born, because he seemed to be born with a smiling face. When the other children were crying loudly, he just looked around with a pair of black eyes , and then smiled at his father with a toothless mouth.

Maybe it was because his mother was still there at that time, maybe it was because at that time, his mother hadn't met the wealthy businessman who left her husband and son to live a good life abroad.

She didn't even see Hang Qiuze again. When his father picked him up from school after work, the two of them bought two taels of fatty meat from Tianqiao and went home to make dumplings. No toothbrush was left, the only thing left was the wooden box on the hanger that was not taken away.

Hang Qiuze finally had enough crying, stopped crying, and fell asleep in his father's arms.

Hang Suxue stuffed him into the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt tightly. Still feeling that it was not enough, he took out a patched military overcoat from the suitcase and put another layer on the quilt. He pulled out the wooden box and opened the lock with a "click".

Inside is a mahogany violin that is as shiny as new. Two pieces of brand-new rosin have not been opened. There are some yellowed music scores stuffed in the corners of the box. It was an engagement gift for the beautiful wife of the art troupe, and now she is lying here in despair, every string is full of irony.

He will never forget the magnificent appearance of Mendelssohn when he saw Meffin holding up the violin, just like he will never forget the neighbor who said that he saw Meffin and a big boss in a suit going in and out of high-end suits at the entrance of the alley. Same goes for restaurants.

Same bed, different dreams, he doesn't blame her, because Mendelssohn should have been in a romantic foreign country, shuttling under the sycamore leaves, sleeping on the velvet in the old castle, instead of staying with him in the dilapidated teacher's compound. For wages, I bought two taels of fat meat and was complacent.

"Dong dong" came a slight knock on the door.

"Mr. Hang? Are you asleep?" The voice was that of a child, immature but cautious.

Hang Suxue hurriedly closed the wooden box, put it aside and opened the door. Outside the door stood a tall, thin boy with gentle and handsome features, holding an enamel pot in his hand, which was steaming and smelling of meat.

"Mr. Hang?" The boy was wearing a fashionable plaid beret and a black jacket, with an indescribably refined aura.

"You are?" Hang Suxue asked suspiciously.

"My name is Shen Peilan, and the newspaper office is renting my house." Shen Peilan still smiled gently, "I heard someone knock on the door just now, and my mother asked me to bring you some porridge made tonight to warm your stomach... ..."

"Hush—" Hang Suxue raised a finger, let him into the room sideways, and pointed to Hang Qiuze who was curled up on the bed, "he just fell asleep."

Shen Peilan looked at the child shrunk like a cat, and asked curiously, "Your son?"

Hang Suxue dusted off the non-existent dust on the box, and motioned Shen Peilan to sit down, Shen Peilan put down the porridge, but kept his eyes on the child, and said in a low voice, "He's so small."

"Twelve, not too young." Hang Suxue sighed, "As soon as the winter vacation is over, it's time for fifth grade."

"Jinshanhe Elementary School?" Shen Peilan smiled shyly, "I'm fifteen, and I'll be in the second year of junior high school after the new year, and I happen to be on the way with my middle school, so I can take him to report, and there are no other children in the yard. "

Hang Suxue raised his head in surprise, and said thank you. The children taught by the scholarly family, before or after liberation, are respected in any era. He immediately turned his head to look at Hang Qiuze who was nestled in the quilt , "It's great to have a companion for each other."

There seemed to be fine and dense snowflakes floating outside the window.

Shen Peilan also turned her head to look at the sleeping child in the bed, the child turned over, with tears on her cheeks, Shen Peilan suddenly grinned again.

The author has something to say: I stopped all the work I was doing, and wanted to write this story. In fact, I heard it from others. When I sat down in the classroom and saw some photos... I felt like I was on a stimulant. I wanted to tell the story of the beginning of this article and the end of the new century.

☆, 002

Years ago.

The snow doesn’t seem to be fading at all, on the contrary, it’s getting thicker and thicker. The ancient ferry has long been covered with shadows, and the sky is covered with endless white dotted with bright red, and there are people on the street with little people’s books. "Chicken Feather Letter" and "Red Lady" are hanging on the stalls.

The thin ones cost two cents a piece, and the thick ones cost a dime a piece. Two or three children squatted here with their buttocks poking out their buttocks reading, and the old man at the small book stall wore a worn felt hat whose top was washed white. Against the backdrop of the noisy firecrackers on a street, it heralds the arrival of the New Year.

"It's boring." A child muttered, "Is there any other more interesting book?"

The old man blew on his beard, "Isn't the chicken feather letter fun enough?"

"It's fun to be like the white lady." The child objected.

The old man blew his beard and stared, "There is Xiaojin Mountain next door. If I want to see the white lady get angry, I will have it in my dream at night, but I don't have it here!"

Hang Qiuze squatted down and flipped through "Zhang Side", and asked the stranger, "What is the White Snake?"

"You don't know?" Another child closed the "Tunnel Warfare" in his hand in surprise, "The thousand-year-old snake demon under the West Lake fell in love with Xu Xian, a scholar in the world, and the white lady is amazing. She even sent a flood here. Flooded Jinshan!"

"Then did they get together in the end?" Hang Qiuze's eyes sparkled, the sound of firecrackers all over the street was deafening, a peddler pushed a candy cart with foot cannons passing by, and the children immediately gathered over like ants seeing honey, and put the candy on the candy cart The car was completely covered, bluffing like a sparrow waiting to be fed.

Hang Qiuze closed the book with some disappointment, handed it back to the old man, touched the few pocket money left in his pocket, and was thinking about whether to sell a candy.

As soon as he turned around, the old man behind him suddenly clicked his tongue and said, "The monsters have different ways, even if they have children, they are still under the Leifeng Pagoda."

Oh, not being together, Hang Qiuze was even more disappointed, the foot gun car hadn't left yet, he took a deep breath of the slightly cool air, and finally decided to go up to buy two sugar cubes, but was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Qiu Ze!" Someone handed over a candy wrapped in oil paper, who ran out of nowhere, tall and thin, with a face that would never get angry, "How much money do you have, keep it Buy arithmetic books and pencils at the beginning of school, and if you want candy, go to the kitchen to get rock candy, or ask me for it.”

Hang Qiuze took the candy, held it in his hand, looked up at Shen Peilan, he obviously just came back from shopping, he was carrying two big red plastic bags with one hand, the gray jacket was newly made, and a cotton mask was stuffed into his chest pocket Inside, a section of white gauze was exposed, and a hand-woven pure black scarf was exposed at the neckline.

After the new year, Shen Peilan is already 16 years old. Boys at this age grow fast and are already a head taller than him. Among a group of skinny and dark children, he looks fair and handsome, always carrying a Confucian temperament, Although this temperament is not popular in this era.

"Where have you been?" Hang Qiuze said in a low voice, hesitating for a moment, but he still stuffed the candy into his pocket, and put it together with his precious few cents.

Shen Peilan, however, led him back with a little excitement, crossed the side road, and looked out to see if there were any passing bicycles, "I'm going to the vegetable market to buy some cloud cakes and fish heads. Tonight there will be fish head stew soup. I'll send it to you in time."

"Did the white lady get together with Xu Xian in the end?" Hang Qiuze seemed to rekindle hope, staring at the fish head who could no longer spit bubbles and opened his eyes wide, staring at the world through the bright red plastic bag , the bull's head asked the horse's mouth wrongly.

"Have you gone to see The Legend of the White Snake?" Shen Peilan wondered.

"No, I heard from the little man's book." Hang Qiuze held Shen Peilan's hand tightly, not too warm, but with a unique touch.

"It's good to see." Shen Peilan smiled, "Not together, the white lady is a monster. Many years ago, there was a stage show in which it was said that monsters can't be with people, so the white lady was pressed in the Leifeng Pagoda. under."

"Really." Hang Qiuze lowered his head, suddenly feeling sad for the two people in the play.

"Don't be downcast for the Chinese New Year." Shen Peilan patted him on the head. The two of them had already entered the old ferry, and after walking two more roads, they were in the newspaper compound. The smell of preparing dinner was already wafting from every household, "That's all fake. Yes, otherwise you said that the water is flooding the golden mountain, why are we doing well here?"

"Oh." Hang Qiuze suddenly lowered his head, and the old stage was exposed in front of his eyes again. The first time he came, there were still red lanterns hanging on it, but now there are some white papers flying in the wind, and the beams have been smashed , half of it fluttered down, like the ashen skin and white beard of an old man struggling to breathe, and the two signs that read "Right is right and wrong is also true, true and false are true". I know which corners are dragged to be used as firewood.

As if he had just gone through a catastrophe, Shen Peilan covered his eyes and whispered, "Don't look at it, people don't let people stop during the New Year."

Hang Qiuze obediently followed him in the darkness, "Why did they tear down the stage?"

"Sweeping all ghosts and monsters, destroying the four olds." Shen Peilan replied in a low voice, with some helplessness, "They think it's the dross left over from ancient times."

"Why is it dross..." Hang Qiuze was about to ask, but his mouth was covered again, and a fishy smell mixed with jasmine's cold air rushed into his nostrils.

Taking out the key, opening the door and entering the house, Shen Peilan let go of his hand with a long sigh, "From now on, you can't ask or tell others about this, you know?"

Hang Qiuze felt slightly regretful, but still nodded. He didn't understand what the "broken four olds" were, but he understood that the theater stage was not dross. It is dross.

But he knew that Shen Peilan's words must be correct, so after hearing it, his eyes unconsciously looked at the two paintings of Shen Peilan.

One is written "The spring breeze is the first class for a young man's heart, and he can't help but feel leisurely." The small seal reads "Lan Sheng", and the other only has a small seal, and the space for writing poems is blank.

"Why don't you write poems on it?" Hang Qiuze and Shen Peilan started talking, as if they could only start with why.

"What about that?" Shen Peilan was bending over to fetch water, "I haven't thought about what to write."

Hang Qiuze's questioning ended like this again, he suddenly touched the candy wrapped in butter paper in his pocket, as if thinking of something important, he ran upstairs "deng deng deng" and took out the cotton coat At this point, Hang Suxue was still working on tomorrow's manuscript in the newspaper office, so there was no one in the house, so he pulled out the dark wooden box from under the bed and stuffed the sugar and the music into it. Together, they carefully buckled the copper buckle of the box, pushed it back, and then became dazed.

He had seen a play, but it was when he was three or four years old, riding on his father's neck, in the old theater, Yang Guifei with pink face and red lips, Du Liniang in pink clothes, all the people in the room clapped their hands stiffly, But later the play was stopped, and he had never seen a stage, not on the ground, let alone on the water.

It's a pity that when he came, he was gone before he could catch a glimpse of the white lady.

At nightfall, although there were no gongs and drums, the atmosphere of the New Year was getting stronger and stronger. There was a sound of keyholes turning downstairs. Hang Qiuze jumped up from the bed and ran downstairs in a hurry. Aunt Cai came in. The woman who opened the door for them for the first time was dressed in weather and frost, with cautious eyes like a mouse stealing oil.

"It's noisy outside again." Aunt Cai rubbed her hands, seeing Shen Peilan couldn't stop complaining, she looked up and swept the room again, saw Hang Qiuze on the stairs, and waved her hands like a duck, "Don't listen to me, kid Let’s go to bed after eating later, all the great writers are working in the newspaper office tonight, so we may not be able to come back, it’s just the three of us tonight.”

Shen Peilan frowned, "Whatever they want to make a fuss about, as long as we don't go out, it's fine."

"If they don't go out, they will also come to check the chairman's quotations." Aunt Cai reluctantly took out a red book from the grocery basket, and said, "I am illiterate, young master, you are literate, teach me to recite it."

Shen Peilan soaked the fish head in the water, soaked it in tofu, and then came out, opened the book, and taught Aunt Cai to recite it word by word.

"The world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis it is yours. You young people are full of vigor..."

"The world is yours, and it is ours, but.....in the end it is yours...you young people..."

"It's not young people, it's young people." Shen Peilan corrected softly.

"Hey, my brain." Aunt Cai patted her head, "I just learned a little bit, and I can only say something simple like 'all reactionaries are paper tigers', that's all."

"It's okay, take your time." Shen Peilan comforted.

Hang Qiuze sat down on the stairs, propped his chin and stared at his side face, yawned big, and followed the back slowly in his heart, and began to doze off after carrying the back.

After Aunt Cai finished reciting a short section, the wooden stairs under her buttocks were also covered with heat. In a daze, there was that fishy smell mixed with jasmine fragrance in her nose. She picked him up with both hands, and then "creaked" "The ground went upstairs and was put into a cold cellar, and then a soy sauce bottle filled with hot water was stuffed into the quilt. The warmth began to wreak havoc on every pore of the body, and more and more sleepy bugs .

"Bang bang bang—" There were several loud knocking on the door downstairs, and he opened his eyes in a daze. The old cotton mop was next to the bed, and the barbed wire bed made a "creak—" sound.

There was a loud reciting sound from downstairs, every word and sentence, full of emotion, as if he had exhausted his strength, Hang Qiuze walked out of the door in a daze, and went downstairs, a few people in green clothes passed by, as if he was about to prepare Going out and leaving, the red badge on her arm was extremely dazzling. Aunt Cai was covered in cold sweat in the twelfth lunar month. Shen Peilan stood solemnly, seeing him coming downstairs with a trace of surprise on her face.

A child in green clothes suddenly turned around, staring at a pair of bright eyes, with pockmarks on his nose, and said seriously, "Who is he?"

"This kid...he." Aunt Cai hurriedly pulled the dazed Hang Qiuze back to protect him, but Shen Peilan had already pulled him behind him, "He is my younger brother. He has a heart problem and is still taking medicine. His brain is not good enough." It is very clear, everyone, don’t take it to heart, we have already drawn a clear line with the older generation.”

Shen Peilan pointed to her temple, slightly apologetic, then took out a prescription from her pocket and handed it over.

Among the men in green clothes, there was a young girl with a pair of knots, and pulled the pockmark at the head, "His younger brother is really not in good health, it's fine if he is young. We are fighting against the reactionaries. Their family has drawn a clear line. It is the chairman." supporters, let's go."

Mazi looked at the prescription suspiciously, and seemed to think that what Twist Braid said was reasonable, so he returned the prescription and waved his hand arrogantly, "Let's go, next one!"

Shen Peilan glanced at Twist Braid gratefully, but Twist Pigtail didn't dare to stay any longer, so she also took a deep look at him, and hurriedly followed him out.

Aunt Cai let out a long sigh of relief, slumped on the chair, wiped off the sweat from her head, and then sighed uncontrollably, "Why did you come down!"

Holding Shen Peilan's sleeve tightly, Hang Qiuze was so frightened that he couldn't move his legs.

"Almost scared me to death. Those people couldn't do anything. I almost fell to my knees." Aunt Cai stroked her chest.

"They don't come every day, it's okay." Shen Peilan also breathed a sigh of relief, took Hang Qiuze and wanted to take him upstairs, but found that he was also in a cold sweat and couldn't go at all.

"Forget it." Shen Peilan sighed, "Aunt Cai, Qiu Ze will stay with me tonight, there is no one upstairs in the front room, it's pitch black, it's not good to be scared."

Aunt Cai took a sip of tea, "That's fine, that's fine, this kid is already small and weak, so he should be able to get by, don't be so scared that he will get sick."

"No way." Shen Peilan added another bolt to the gate before leading him back to the backyard.

☆, 003

The small second floor has the same wooden walls and the same furnishings, but compared to their room, there is an extra large wardrobe and an extra window facing the outside, which is clean enough to see people.

Shen Peilan's bed was bigger and higher than the barbed wire fence. She was huddled inside the quilt, and when she raised her eyes, she could see the lake and the broken stage outside. Hang Qiuze shrank back again, his hands were still shaking, but his eyes were still Reluctance to leave the window.

"Don't be afraid, they're all gone." Shen Peilan patted his back through the quilt, and took off her jacket.

"The stage is lit up." Hang Qiuze reached out and wiped the window again. The stage was covered with a thin layer of snow. A red light flashed out like a ghost, and then gradually floated up until it reached under the carved wooden railing. When the iron hook poked inside, a small piece of dream-like red fainted on the table.

There is a girl standing in the red. The corners of the girl's eyes are crimson than the tip of her nose. The pink dress is bathed in the candlelight, and she becomes as red as blood. Her temples are shining brightly, and her voice seems to come from the clouds. Like floating out of a cloud.

"Mr. Blessings." Du Liniang twisted her hands and bent over, bowing to the nonexistent gentlemen in the audience.

"The wind is blowing, and the garden is swaying like a thread of spring." Du Liniang swayed gently with her lotus steps, flipped her sleeves, her eyes were burning.

"Stop for a while to fix the flower tin." The hair is lightly dotted with emerald green, the smile is getting stronger, and the daughter's heart is full of knots, "I don't want to steal half of the water chestnut..."

The sound pierced the clouds and broke the moon, like weeping and complaining, as if the stage and the scenery were still there, and countless people would raise their glasses and applaud loudly.

"Oops." Shen Peilan suddenly reached into the cotton slippers indiscriminately, staggered a few times, and ran out desperately.

There are clusters of light snow, and the people on the stage are still singing earnestly. The sleeves are pushed and retracted, and thousands of emotions are on the half-collapsed stage.

"It's so beautiful." Hang Qiuze couldn't help clapping, he didn't understand what it meant, he only knew that the girl on the stage was very beautiful, as if she was born with the stage.

"Where do you want to be in Youmeng, and the spring in the dark? Yanyan, where do you say this? Drowning, throwing away the remaining lives, except asking the sky!" Du Liniang finally smiled bitterly, kissed the vermilion pillar, and held a bundle of flowers in her sleeve. The hemp rope shook off, and she turned herself into a lantern, and hung it up, in the middle of the dilapidated stage, wobbly, with thick and colorful eyes, I don't know if they are closed or open, as if looking at the pool of water in front of me, Or look at those people who have been applauding on the other side of the pool.

"Julie!" Shen Peilan shouted heartbreakingly.

Hang Qiuze is stupid, really stupid, the moment when any good thing disappears into ashes is the most beautiful, just like the sparks ignited by "Teng—" on the stone road connecting the land on the pond, the magic stage and The opposite side of the stage was completely separated.

"Julie! Help!" Shen Peilan almost howled, and soon, there were people around, but no one dared to cross the fire road. The inside was Du Liniang's world, and people outside didn't want to go in, nor did they want to go in. go in.

Only a few people poured water on the stone road desperately, splashed one, stepped on another, and waited for the people to be put down in a hurry, and they were already frozen into icicles, unable to sing or dance.

The people from the newspaper office hadn't come back yet, Shen Peilan sat down on the ground, Hang Qiuze squatted down beside him, his eyes darkened, and he was blindfolded again, "Don't look."

"I don't watch." Hang Qiuze sniffled honestly, "Why did she commit suicide?"

"Because I can't live on." Shen Peilan choked up a little.

"Why can't I survive?" He still likes to ask why.

"Because the things I like are gone."

"She didn't want to leave the stage, so she liked the stage, so she died on the stage."

"how do you know?"

"Because she kissed the stage before she died."

After a while, Shen Peilan patted his head, "Let's go, go back, it's cold outside."

"it is good."

Shen Peilan's cotton shoes were still on his feet like slippers, leading him aimlessly through the crowd, the stage was full of flames, the stage was beating gongs and drums, and firecrackers were going off, and someone in a jacket murmured, "It's a pity , the well-known good seedlings in the Chongqing class back then will only be eighteen after the new year."

"What a pity." Someone's voice was extremely loud, his mouth was like a train, and he was constantly breathing white air, "I kept these rotten costumes and didn't turn them in or burn them, and I still miss these old Beijing operas."

Shen Peilan suddenly stopped and said seriously, "It's Kunqu Opera."

"What did you say?" the man glared at him.

"It's nothing." Shen Peilan finally lowered her head and pulled Hang Qiuze away in a hurry.

On the second floor of the back room, after eating a bowl of porridge, Hang Qiuze finally reached out and patted Shen Peilan's face sitting opposite, "Don't be sad, you are sad, she won't come back again."

"It's not interesting for her to come back." Shen Peilan finally breathed out a puff of white smoke, trying to elicit a smile, "Those people smashed her house and burned her costumes. His father was seriously ill. The next family It’s all gone, so it’s good to go.”

"At that time, I often went to see her to learn opera, and she was worthy of a peerless beauty."

"You like her?" Hang Qiuze was suspicious, he was suddenly a little nervous.

"No, it's just sympathy." Shen Peilan patted his head and shook his head slightly, "Go to sleep, it will be fine if you go to school after the new year."

"Then what do you like?" Hang Qiuze clenched his fists.

Shen Peilan was taken aback, and suddenly didn't know how to answer such a question. When reading, painting and writing, it was still the two orchids at home. He smiled, "There are many things I like."

"Oh." Hang Qiuze finally lowered his head and buried himself in the quilt.

Winter is coming to spring, and the new year is just over, and the humidity in the south seems to be drawn out impatiently. The whole newspaper office compound is extremely busy. Those who go to work, those who go to school, it's like an invisible whip. The dusty top that had been used for more than a month started spinning around.

No one mentioned Julie's death, as if it had nothing to do with them, and the stage on the water was so stormy that it couldn't lift a lantern anymore.

Hang Suxue piled up all the quilts in the yard to expose them to the sun, while Hang Qiuze moved the bench in the yard to bask in the sun, watching his father whip the quilts that couldn't scream with the motherboard, and some dust swirling in the air sprang out from them.

"Go ahead and take out your violin case to dry, otherwise it will get moldy." Hang Suxue coughed twice to avoid the scattered dust.

"Oh." Hang Qiuze nodded, and hurriedly ran back upstairs, took out the wooden box from under the bed, except for the violin, which contained a lot of his "treasures", including a few firecrackers from the New Year, Shen Peilan Candy for him, a dime for the new year's money given by the adults in the yard, and a comic book Shen Peilan gave him.

These things have been placed under the bed for a long time, and the musty smell is so strong that people's noses are stuffy. Hang Qiuze hurriedly hugged them, ran downstairs in a hurry, spread out all the things, and put them in the sun, which made it better.

Hang Suxue poked his head over from the pile of quilts and frowned, "Why do you take out the sugar to dry? Eat it, or it will be ruined."

"I don't want to eat." Hang Qiuze looked at his toes.

Hang Su learns to be a modest gentleman. Although he doesn't know how to take care of his son, he always accommodates him, "It's up to you."

The women in the yard were all sitting on the soles of their shoes. Shen Peilan's mother was fiddling with needles and threading, while smiling at the father and son, she glanced at the violin and said, "It's a good thing to like music. Do you want to find a teacher to learn it?"

"What can he learn?" Hang Suxue touched his son's head in embarrassment, "First pass the middle school entrance examination."

"You can't say that, what kind of songs are you going to sing on what mountain? Those children in the art troupe are more promising." Aunt Cai said, her soles were fastened, "Isn't Peilan also learning painting in the propaganda team? I remember a Chen Teacher, graduated from Shanghai Dance School."

Hang Qiuze's eyes widened.

"Come on.