to the old days

Shen Peilan's mother scoffed, "He fished for three days and posted the net for two days. Teacher Hu told me last time he met me that he was out of his mind. "

"I'm studying hard." Shen Peilan came out from the back of the house, wearing his white mask. When the sun was high, he was wearing a black cashmere sweater, with a part of the collar of his white shirt exposed, holding a spatula in his hand , "Teacher Hu wants to carry out political campaigns himself, so he has no time to control me."

"Then you can't slack off, you have a skill, and it won't be hard to go to the countryside to jump in the queue." Shen Peilan's mother patted him, then turned her head and said to Hang Qiuze, "Qiuze, you should also learn the violin, this violin is so good, play it It's a pity here."

Shen Peilan went up and plucked the strings, and the strings rang, "Well, the sound is pretty good. If you go to learn it, you might be able to join a publicity team when you go to the county school in the future."

Hang Qiuze was still looking at his toes. To be honest, he didn't have much interest in the violin. He didn't even think about moving it out and trying to play it these days, but he still nodded stiffly.

Shen Peilan smiled and learned from Hang Su, "Uncle, when I go to the propaganda team tomorrow, tell Teacher Chen?"

The violin was shining brightly. Hang Suxue glanced at it and sighed, "In this case, learn it hard."

Hang Qiuze still didn't talk much. He squinted at the afternoon sun and nodded slightly. Like a thief, he picked up the violin that had been in the sun for less than a quarter of an hour, and ran back to the room to hide it, as if hiding some dirty thoughts.

In those days, three catties of fruit candies and a bag of fruit could be exchanged for a teacher. Teacher Chen was an old man. No one knew who he was, only that he lived in a big city when he was young, and when the revolution began, he was raped. □ was assigned to such a small town as a teacher.

Since then, his future has been ruined, but the old man is optimistic. He can dance ballroom dances with black leather shoes and tuxedos, he can learn to broadcast by listening to the radio, and he likes studious children very much.

On the first day when Hang Qiuze was sent to the teacher's compound, the old man lay on the rattan chair and said seriously, "Do you want to learn the violin well?"

He said without hesitation, "I want to join the publicity team in middle school."

Old man Chen opened his eyes wide, "It's good to be ambitious."

In this way, Hang Qiuze smoothly worshiped him in a daze.

It is not easy to learn something, and it is even more difficult to learn it well. In the first week, I ran to the teacher's compound after school every day, constantly corrected my posture, adjusted my position, and then pulled out a syllable like killing a pig, and then Old man Chen's endless lessons.

"Turn your head to the left, facing the strings...not to make you tilt to the left! That's a shoulder rest, not a pillow!"

Hang Qiuze gritted his teeth, remained silent, and continued to adjust his position, carefully pulling out a vibrato on the strings. Old man Chen held the tea mug, squinted his eyes, and continued to fiddle with the position of his hands.

Old man Chen treated him very well, so he also studied hard.

A month later, he finally learned how to play "Ave Maria" on the violin stutteringly. When Meifen played the violin, she was always relaxed and intoxicated, as if she could control the brown object freely. Hang Qiuze It is very difficult to control, very hard.

A year later, he has been able to pull out the canon completely.

Two years later, he was able to play the violin in the palm of his hand like Meifen, and his eyebrows and eyes opened instantly. He became more and more like Meifen's shadow, with a delicate and elegant face, with a beauty that boys shouldn't have .

This made Hang Suxue more and more afraid, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, because in terms of personality, Hang Qiuze is still a boring gourd. Except for going to school, playing the piano, and engaging in political activities, he rarely speaks, and he only talks to the newspaper office. The people in the courtyard were a little smiling—this was completely different from Meffin, who liked to socialize and flew around like a butterfly.

☆, 004

In November 1976, the sun was westward, and the song ended. Hang Qiuze breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the piano clean, put it in the box, and waited for old man Chen's comments.

He was playing Sarasate's "Song of the Wanderer," one of the yellowed scores in the violin case.

Shen Peilan stood outside the threshold of the room, wearing a black backpack and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was already 180 tall. At that time, Shen Peilan was already a sophomore in high school and was about to graduate.

Old man Chen was covered with a thin blanket, closed his eyes, and tapped the semiconductor radio regularly with his knuckles. A few standard mandarin voices came from inside. Hang Qiuze knocked his head back and smiled at the door. Shen Peilan Thumbs up to him, obviously listening to all the violin music.

"It's time for you!" Old man Chen patted the radio and grinned. He was old, but in two years, half of his hair was bald, and white stars grew out, but his momentum remained undiminished. "The radio said, The college entrance examination will be resumed immediately! We are going to have college students here again, Peilan, don’t you think so?”

Old man Chen has long been used to Shen Peilan taking over the compound of Hang Qiuze's return club like a "door god" for two years, and he also knows that Shen Peilan's grades have always been top-notch, and the end of the gang will undoubtedly give these children a bright future.

"Yes." Shen Peilan smiled shyly, "I'm preparing to take the college entrance examination, and Qiu Ze still has two years to prepare."

"This kid is really a geek when learning the violin. I heard that my mother is also a good violinist in the art troupe. How about going to a music academy?" Old man Chen said to himself, "The song of the homeless is majestic."

"The Conservatory of Music doesn't necessarily want me." Hang Qiuze closed the box silently. He didn't really want to go to the Conservatory of Music. The year Shen Peilan joined the publicity team, Shen Peilan just graduated, and the two of them didn't even meet each other. Waiting for him to go home in the teacher's compound, maybe he even gave up the violin long ago.

Shen Peilan would never go to the conservatory of music, so it didn't make any sense for him to go. Since he was a child, he relied on things he was used to. Once he lost them, it would feel very uncomfortable. This is the only thing he can do. abacus.

"The violin is ready, there is naturally a good school for you, and it would be nice to become a musician in the future, don't be like me, who gave up painting halfway, and can only go to an ordinary school." Shen Peilan walked in and brought him a bag with a smile. The Lei Feng cap topped with sea tiger velvet just happened to cover the ears, so it was quite warm.

Hang Qiuze was startled, took off his hat a little awkwardly, and said a little annoyed, "I have hobbies and I can't eat, so I just want to go to an ordinary school."

Shen Peilan paused her hands, hanging in mid-air in embarrassment.

Old man Chen laughed happily, "Ordinary is ordinary, but this talent can't be lost, just don't let it go to waste."

Many years later, Hang Qiuze came to know that there is such a thing as saying a word. It seems that his life is destined to be entangled with the violin for a long time, although at this time, he still regards the violin as a plaything, not a living. Tool of.

The two walked back side by side. Hang Qiuze was still not as tall as Shen Peilan. It seemed that no matter how long he was, he could barely catch up to half his head. When he grew up, he was rarely led away by Shen Peilan, and he was always afraid Looking directly into Shen Peilan's eyes behind his glasses, he also likes to walk with his head down, counting stones, shaking the piano box, or kicking yellow mud.

So he didn't see how the girl appeared, a paper bag fell into Shen Peilan's hands, and then the oriole man's unique sweet voice sounded in his ears, "For you, it's colder this year. I knit one for my father, and the rest of the wool is black, and my family has no one to use it, so I made it for you..."

Huang Li is the braided braid who once saved him, now she has taken off the dazzling green clothes of the Red X Soldier, and is wearing a crisp Lenin suit with a belt tied around her slender waist. Stretched out, the whole person is filled with the unique youthful feeling of a girl, explaining the origin of that paper bag incoherently.

Hang Qiuze took a look, it was dark inside, Shen Peilan took it out indifferently, it was a black scarf, the wool was very thin and airtight.

The meaning of a girl's family giving a boy a scarf couldn't be more obvious, more straightforward than sending roses now.

Idiots can't see your thoughts, Hang Qiuze looked at Huang Li's blushing face and said silently, Huang Li seemed to have just seen him and the piano case in his hand in a panic, and hurriedly grabbed the straw, "Qiu Ze is out of class, the street The Kou wonton shop should have been closed, and my sister will take you to eat."

Shen Peilan grabbed the scarf with a difficult expression on her face, "You don't get paid for nothing, this..."

"You are the class monitor, and you usually get tired of collecting homework and doing activities." Huang Li heard the meaning in his tone, and hurriedly came up with a set of excuses.

Hang Qiuze stood silently beside the two of them. He really wanted to eat wontons, but he felt that the price of the wontons would be too high if it was Shen Peilan's.

Oriole grabbed the hem of her clothes, her nervous face almost turning red like a pig's liver.

After a while, Shen Peilan said, "Well, I'll accept it first."

Hang Qiuze was disappointed.

A sweet smile appeared on Huang Li's face, and the two pear dimples showed that she had regained her good mood and hadn't forgotten the promise of wontons, "Qiu Ze, let's go, let's eat some wontons."

Hang Qiuze suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was a devil.

Fortunately, Shen Peilan spoke up, "No, I should have already prepared dinner at home. If I eat outside, I will be scolded when I go home. I don't want to bother you to knit a scarf and spend money. I will treat you another day."

"Really?" Little sparks clearly burst out in Huang Li's eyes.

"Really." Shen Peilan put the scarf into a paper bag and carried it in her hands, as if she wanted to hold Hang Qiuze, but the movement of her hands finally turned into grabbing the sleeve of his black woolen coat, "Let's go first, the newspaper office Those old men are very angry when they start, and they dare not go back late."

Hang Qiuze was taken two steps away by him, and behind him was Huang Li's happy voice, "Then it's settled!"

Shen Peilan responded without turning her head, and dragged him into the alley in a hurry, but did not go straight back to the courtyard, but stepped on two pieces of black tiles and brick debris, and went straight to another street. .

"Why did you accept the scarf?" Hang Qiuze couldn't help it.

"If I don't accept it, she has to go to school to block me, believe it or not?" Shen Peilan hurried forward, her head down, unable to see her expression clearly, "I grew up with her in the mud, what kind of temper does she have? I'm clear."

"Then why don't we go back?" Hang Qiuze was puzzled again.

"Don't you want to eat wontons?" Shen Peilan was puzzled, "That greedy look on your face almost makes you cry."

"Oh." Hang Qiuze once again ended the topic with one word. He doesn't like to talk and finds it troublesome to talk, but in front of Shen Peilan, he always wants to find something to say. Life is too boring and there is nothing to say. Interest In terms of hobbies, Shen Peilan doesn't read comic books, but has started to read some English novels to prepare for the college entrance examination, and she can't talk to each other. Every time at the end, it starts with "why" and ends with "oh".

There are quite a few wonton stalls in the small town, scattered all over every corner. In front of the stall is an iron sheet with three words crookedly written in red paint, "wonton shop", a big pot filled with mist, Countless cat ears jump up and down in the boiling soup.

It’s not expensive, it costs five cents a bowl, and you can eat it on a low stool. Hang Qiuze grew up in Beijing, and he knew pot cakes and donkey rolls. When he first arrived, he was dazzled by the exquisite snacks everywhere in the south. , but after eating mahua, sticky balls and other weird things, he still likes cat ear wontons the most. The pink and white ones are floating in the shallot soup, and the color alone is satisfying.

"Why don't you want to take the music school." Shen Peilan looked at him, pounding the spoon in the bowl, preemptively.

Hang Qiuze swallowed the wonton whole and shook his head.

"Playing the violin is so good, it's a pity not to play." Shen Peilan looked at him, then at the violin box.

Hang Qiuze was so depressed that he only cared about the wontons in the bowl.

Shen Peilan didn't ask any more questions, he picked some meaty ones and put them in Hang Qiuze's bowl, and suddenly said to himself, "It's good to go to a university with me, and I can have someone to take care of me."

Hang Qiuze coughed desperately a few times, he was out of breath, and his face was flushed red from behind his ears.

"Are you so reluctant?" Shen Peilan was a little unhappy, but she reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and immediately burst into laughter, "Forget it, it's up to you."

"Sister Huang Li, what are you going to do?" Hang Qiuze had no choice but to change the topic, "Do you want to have sex with her?"

"Pfft—" This time it was Shen Peilan who spouted out, "I haven't passed the college entrance examination yet, but you're starting to think about my date."

"Oh." Hang Qiuze suddenly had the pleasure of snatching food from a tiger's mouth, and it was rare to laugh a little silly.

"What are you thinking?" Shen Peilan looked up at him, frowning, "Smiling like two hundred and five."

"It's nothing."

Hang Qiuze suddenly raised his head and let out a breath of cold air into the sky, the white color gradually scattered, leaving no trace.

☆, 005

The downfall of "□□" seems to have returned to Qingming overnight, the town has been bustling for a month and still refuses to stop, and the newspaper office is busy with long articles, but all this seems to have nothing to do with Hang Qiuze, going to school mechanically, leaving get out of class, Learning the piano, lying on the bed thinking about the future.

Hang Suxue habitually laid the floor in the newspaper office, and Aunt Cai habitually waited until 06:30 to call him down to drink a bowl of corn porridge. Tonight, Shen Peilan did not come to old man Chen's piano room, nor did he return to the compound on time. An unexpected visitor.

Old man Chen gritted his teeth and introduced the person behind him with a cheerful smile, "This is Mr. Duan, a teacher from Shanghai Dance School. I taught him the violin."

"You flattered me." Mr. Duan spoke with a Beijing accent.

In Aunt Cai's eyes, the people from Shanghai are all big shots, so she hurriedly moved out the stools for them to sit on, and poured tea and sunflower seeds very courteously.

"Come on, kid, show Teacher Duan a canon in D major." Old man Chen has a kind of self-familiar ability.

Hang Qiuze didn't know why, but he usually followed what old man Chen said. He had almost mastered the piece of Canon since he was a child. When the first note escaped from the strings, Mr. Duan's expression gradually changed from serious and reserved. Become intoxicated to enjoy.

The rhythm entered the second half, but Hang Qiuze became more and more irritable, because it was getting dark outside, and the notes under his hands flowed out completely spontaneously, without any mistakes or emotions at all.

"Stop." Old Man Chen yawned suddenly.

"Crunch—" With a sound, the bow made a piercing long hiss on the string, and Hang Qiuze stopped in frustration.

"How is my child?" Old man Chen turned to ask Mr. Duan with a smile.

Mr. Duan did not dare to disobey his teacher, so he applauded, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I am at his age and have been in school for a while, so I can't do this."

"Is that enough to go to your school?" Old man Chen was still smiling.

"Of course the one you teach is qualified. Once the culture class is over, I will guarantee him to enter the opera house in the future." Mr. Duan vowed, wiping his sweat.

Hang Qiuze opened his eyes wide, wanting to say something, he clenched the piano in his hand, "I..."

"You don't want to go?" Old man Chen put his hands behind his back and squinted, "What do you want to go to?"

"I have to discuss it with my father." Hang Qiuze was at a loss for words.

"That's good!" Old man Chen waved his hand, "Come and find me after discussing."

Aunt Cai came out with a pot of boiled taro in salt water. Seeing that the person had gone far away, she stared and said, "Son, you are going to become a great success."

"I don't want to." Hang Qiuze cherished words like gold, and retreated into the room with the piano in his arms.

It was another day when the windows were covered with icicles. He leaned against the wall and flipped through the daytime newspaper. The news of the death of Mao Zedong occupied a large page, and the red flag covered him, becoming the last glory of this great man in his life.

Looking up at the window, there was no snow this year, and Hang Suxue's room could not see the stage.

Someone barged in without knocking, stumbled and lay on the unused box opposite the bed, glasses on one side, the cashmere sweater was stained with wine, the old woolen coat was in a mess, and the neck was messed up. He was wearing the black scarf, which was mixed with the extra shirt at the neckline.

"Shen Peilan?" Hang Qiuze raised the kerosene lamp and squatted beside the box. Soon, he smelled the smell of low-quality liquor on Shen Peilan's body, and also saw the messy hair and the red marks on the side of his mouth.

"What did you do?" Hang Qiuze couldn't help taking a step back, trying to avoid the red mark in his eyes.

There seems to be a strong wind outside the window, and the leaves of the sycamore tree are rattling.

"Graduation party." Shen Peilan answered quickly, "I saw Huang Li."

"Did she kiss?" Hang Qiuze took another step back, and the red marks became more obvious. His mother also liked to rub that thing, and it was so red.

"A group of men sang to her and gave her flowers." Shen Peilan let out a long sigh of relief, "I'm being drowsy with alcohol."

"Heroes save the beauty?" Hang Qiuze's tone was rarely filled with emotion, although the emotion could not be discerned.

"No." Shen Peilan laughed suddenly, "I was going to find an excuse to return the scarf to her."

"But the scarf is around your neck." Hang Qiuze clenched his lower lip, and the leaves flew around outside the window, making the noise even louder.

"She avoided those boys and put the scarf back on." Shen Peilan was a little aggrieved, "Then she kissed her in front of a group of people."

"Hahahahaha." Shen Peilan suddenly laughed a little maniacally, leaned in front of him, the smell of alcohol flew past her nose, and her breath was warm.

He suddenly put his arms around Hang Qiuze, and said in a low voice, "Guess what's going to happen next?"

Hang Qiuze didn't speak, he didn't know what to say, Huang Li could be so bold as to give men scarves on the street, but no one thought that she could openly kiss the one she likes in front of the crowd in this era when she wears a skirt and walks on the street and people quietly talk about it boy.

Just like Hang Qiuze himself couldn't think of it, subtly, what are Shen Peilan's feelings?

To be honest, he was a little angry, but he didn't know why.

The window glass was embedded in the iron frame, and it also began to "clang and clang".

Shen Peilan tilted her head and let him go, her eyes couldn't tell whether they were open or closed, and her voice sounded like a ghost at night, "Have you ever kissed someone else?"

"No." Hang Qiuze shook his head decisively, he had never even touched a woman's hand.

The overwhelming alcohol smell covered his face, Shen Peilan rarely looked like a ruffian, he didn't even give Hang Qiuze a moment to react, Hang Qiuze froze, dumbstruck.

But Shen Peilan is not a ruffian after all, he stopped when the mouths of the two of them were still a finger-width away, exhaled hot alcohol, and suddenly smiled foolishly, "Forget it, just kidding, in the future you must find One is prettier than an oriole."

Hang Qiuze lowered his eyes, he could clearly see the red mark, jealous?Still curious?Or was someone robbing you of something you like?

The same is true of his mother, Mei Fen, and now Shen Peilan seems to be too...

So Hang Qiuze kissed him without hesitation, trying to cover the red mark, as if covering the red mark, Shen Peilan was his, Shen Peilan was half awake from the wine, Hang Qiuze was so jerky that he wanted to press through his mouth Like crushing his teeth, but he has a wonderful feeling.

When Huang Li kissed him, she was enthusiastic and unrestrained with the smell of alcohol. He just wanted to escape. Hang Qiuze was so jerky that it didn't look like a kiss at all, but he couldn't bear to push him away. He even stretched out his hand and held Hang Qiuze's tight back.

The wind outside the house is raging, and the people in the house are crazy, so crazy that they open their mouths unconsciously and simo each other

The mouth is filled with the slightly pungent smell of liquor, and the faint breath of the other party.

"Qiu Ze...", when Shen Peilan touched Hang Qiuze's half-opened sweater and touched a piece of cold skin, she finally became jittery, recovered, pushed him away, and after sweating all over, his wine was gone Fully awake.

What is he doing?Shen Peilan began to blame herself.

The feelings of young people are always passionate and unclear. Hang Qiuze is only 16 years old in three months. He is slightly autistic, doesn't like to speak, and has no minimum judgment.

But Shen Peilan was already eighteen, and he knew this clearly - he knew even more that if things continued like this, it would be hell for both of them.

Fortunately, it was just a kiss that a drunk can pretend to be nonchalant after drinking, he secretly rejoiced.

"You should go back to sleep." After sitting there for a while, he waved his hand wearily, directing Hang Qiuze to go to bed as usual.

After Hang Qiuze was pushed away by him, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he shrank at the foot of the table as if resisting, buried his head deeply, and still didn't make sense of the words, "Mr. Chen asked me to be admitted to a school in Shanghai, and I came today."

After a pause, "Maybe you don't need to go to high school, come with me to Mr. Chen's house tomorrow, and discuss it with my father."

"Okay." Shen Peilan left a word, and his back finally disappeared outside the door.

☆, 006

The trees in the teacher's compound had peeled off a layer of bark, and the sound of the radio that could be heard from far away was extremely quiet. They came this time, but they did not see old man Chen. Pointing to the side of the fallen leaves at the door, "Old Chentou Town Hospital is hanging water."

Hang Qiuze shivered, "What happened to him?"

Aunt Guanfang sniffed, "What's the matter? When people get old, fallen leaves return to their roots."

The two of them didn't delay, and hurried to the south, the town hospital was not far away, and they were familiar with the way of dealing with minor illnesses, so they rushed in all the way, and Mr. Duan was sitting at the door of the ward, looking inside on tiptoe.

When Mr. Duan came from Shanghai to visit his teacher, he stayed in the teacher's compound. The old man fell down while having breakfast. Gelo, epoisentolalmaavvampar", the sound stopped abruptly, and when Mr. Duan ran out of the room with a toothbrush in his mouth, the old man sat on the rattan chair with his mouth wide open like a dying fish, trying his best to breathe air.

Now the old man is lying on the hospital bed with a bottle of unknown water hanging on it, and the slow-flowing transparent liquid in it seems to be able to turn into life.

Soon, people from the newspaper compound also came, exchanged pleasantries and then left in a file. They discussed and shook their heads. Unfortunately, the old man did not live a good life in his later years, and his life was about to die.

Hang Suxue was carrying a box of chicken cakes, looking hurried.

"Dad." Hang Qiuze's voice trembled.

"Don't cry." Hang Suxue patted his son's head, and went to the bedside to see the old man.

The hospital had a strong smell of disinfectant. Hang Qiuze and Shen Peilan sat on the blue reception chairs, watching the adults bustle about.

"Could Mr. Chen just die like this?" Hang Qiuze sniffed.

A hand was stretched out from the wide sleeve, holding his through the bristly woolen material, a warmth spread out, they were sitting very close to each other, and people in the hospital were hurrying to and fro, they would not notice such a situation. corner.

"No." Shen Peilan said in a low voice, clenched her hands a little more.

Hang Qiuze didn't answer, but shook hands firmly. The two sat stupidly from morning until noon, when Hang Suxue came out, and said to them with a tired look, "Let's go to the cafeteria with Teacher Duan to have a meal. Teacher Chen has an explanation."

Four people, four sets of bowls and chopsticks, several dishes of cold dishes, everyone was silent, and finally Hang Suxue spoke first, "Qiu Ze, Mr. Chen said that you are his last apprentice. He is very optimistic about you and hopes that you will continue to learn." Violin, I discussed with Teacher Duan, you go to Shanghai to study, I also support..."

"How long?" Hang Qiuze interrupted Hang Suxue.

"It's not that you won't come back." Hang Suxue pondered, "If you develop well, you can stay in Shanghai, which is also a way out."

"Then I won't go." Hang Qiuze also answered decisively, "Go to high school and go to university."

"Then enter the factory as an apprentice? Throw the violin aside and use it as a display?"

Hang Qiuze was stunned, and it was Shen Peilan who spoke, with a firm tone, "You shouldn't be abandoned in this small town."

"Peilan is right." Hang Suxue persuaded.

Mr. Duan, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth, "Don't force him, it's not sweet to force him, but I have something to say, the children that the old man has taught all his life are a new force in our literary and art circles , the future is immeasurable, you have to think about it, child, no matter how many people ask for it, they will not be able to get it."

Hang Qiuze reached out to Shen Peilan for help. To be honest, he didn't want to leave. He hated frequent moving. Every time he left a place, the people and things in that place no longer belonged to him. Instead, he had to adapt to a completely new thing.

She didn't catch anything in her hand, and she was empty. Shen Peilan clenched her fists and put them in her padded jacket pocket.

Hang Qiuze seemed to be completely defeated, "I'll think about it again."

Thinking about it again, it was actually a dying struggle, Hang Qiuze knew it very well, because the next day he saw Huang Li sitting next to Shen Peilan's mother under the newspaper compound, neatly rolling a bundle of wool in a bamboo basket, seeing him come out, Smiling into a bright flower, "Qiu Ze, we have all heard about it. When you go to Shanghai, remember to give us some wedding candies door to door!"

Shen Peilan's mother was also laughing, knitting a gray sweater in her hand, "Qiuze is promising, much better than my family's."

Hang Qiuze walked to them silently, moved a bench and sat down, "Did Shen Peilan tell you?"

"No, he's happier than you." Huang Li smiled at him, "Shanghai is a big city, and art groups are very popular nowadays."

"Where's Shen Peilan?" Hang Qiuze curled his wool with his head down.

"He?" Shen Peilan's mother didn't realize it, "he's making up English lessons at school, preparing for the college entrance examination."

"I'll go find him and come back for dinner." Hang Qiuze suddenly put down the fur ball and walked out.

"Hey." Shen Peilan's mother stretched out her hand, but there was no one at the door, "This child, Peilan will be back in a while, and I have to look for it."

Huang Li lowered her head and straightened the thread on her lap, "The two of them are as good as brothers, maybe they are going to play somewhere."

There were not many people on the road, and they all looked in a hurry. Hang Qiuze suppressed an unknown anger, and the yellow mud road under his feet was kicked out of dust.

The gate of the county high school was open, and the old guard stopped him with his hand, "What are you doing?"

"Look for a classmate." Hang Qiuze paused in a daze.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" The doorman pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Hang Qiuze was a little dazed by his question, it seemed like this, he never took the initiative to look for Shen Peilan, he only knew that every time he finished learning the piano, he could quietly wait for Shen Peilan to pick him up.

"The English classroom in the second year of high school..." Hang Qiuze asked in a daze.

Before the old guard could speak, Shen Peilan's voice called out, "Qiu Ze, what are you doing here?"

"It's your friend." The old doorman looked at Shen Peilan with a smile.

"My brother." Shen Peilan still smiled shyly and kindly.

The old guard nodded thoughtfully, "Go back, it's getting dark."

At the back of the county is a vegetable garden opened up by the reform movement, with things like beans and cucumbers planted, its head drooping from the frost, there are no street lights, and few people pass by.

"Pa -" Hang Qiuze was slapped.

The slap was not heavy, but it was enough to stun Hang Qiuze. He hung his head and shook his unsteady body. The side of his mouth was bitten by Shen Peilan, and there were bloodstains.

"Why are you crazy?" Shen Peilan opened her eyes and her voice trembled, "We are all men!"

"So you're going to have sex with Huang Li, and drive me to Shanghai by the way?" Hang Qiuze wiped the corner of his mouth, which smelled fishy, ​​but unexpectedly it didn't hurt very much.

"I'm not driving you to Shanghai, you can come back anytime you go to Shanghai."

"Come back to see your love and affection?" Hang Qiuze tugged on his sleeve, "What are you thinking? Did you tell the truth after drinking that day? Or did you just drink too much and use me as a pastime?"

"I apologize to you." Shen Peilan said in a deep voice, "I drank too much."

"Drink too much?" Hang Qiuze clenched his sleeves, unable to believe it. He even hoped that Shen Peilan could hesitate a little. Hesitation means room.

But the reality told him that Shen Peilan didn't give him any leeway.

"Qiu Ze, calm down and listen to me. When you go to Shanghai, you will meet beautiful girls and marry them." Shen Peilan almost begged, "You don't have that kind of affection for me. Puberty, when you wake up a bit you will know..."

"Really." Hang Qiuze loosened his sleeves, lowered his arms a little bit exhaustedly, turned around and walked towards the county center, "If I'm finished waking up, will I still like you?"

"No." Shen Peilan lowered her eyes, her voice could not hear the waves.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

He didn't look at Shen Peilan's expression, but ran away in embarrassment, sober?He let out a breath of white air, yes, since ancient times, there seems to be no such thing as them in ethics and morals. Playing actors and raising men are all scolded by others. Shen Peilan is good to everyone, and it is understandable that he likes being with him.

Really like a couple, can it be done?two men?

Hang Qiuze bit his lip, and finally felt a little pain, he compromised, since Shen Peilan made him sober, then he can think about the next thing after he sobers up.

The surrounding trees were withered and cold. Back in the newspaper compound, Hang Qiuze sat there all night with his violin in his arms. When Hang Suxue came back, he was almost scared to death by his son with disheveled hair.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Hang Suxue asked suspiciously.

Hang Qiuze stretched his waist and stood up, "I'm going to Shanghai."

☆, 007

Hang Qiuze went to the hospital alone.

This kind of place experiences the cycle of life and death every day, which makes people feel an inexplicable sense of peace.

Old man Chen was a little more energetic than before, he leaned on the bed and listened to the opera, the script was familiar to him, but he couldn't name it, old man Chen didn't like to be interrupted while listening to the opera, so he consciously sat aside.

"A Dream in the Garden, Zao Luo Pao." Old man Chen turned off the radio contentedly, "The most famous one is also the hardest one to sing."

"En." Hang Qiuze lowered his head and peeled an apple. It's time to talk about going to Shanghai, he thought.

"Do you still want to learn the violin?" Old man Chen narrowed his eyes.

"think."

"That's good." Old man Chen nodded with satisfaction, "Have you brought it?"

Hang Qiuze took out the piano from under the chair.

Old man Chen leaned on the bed and reached out to take the piano, quickly tuned it, filled it with rosin, and then put it on his neck, which was as dry as an old tree. Hang Qiuze's eyes widened.

Old man Chen is weird. During teaching him, he just kept telling him how to adjust it and how to feel the atmosphere of the score, and he seldom played it by himself.

He has a set of rhetoric that the qin has the feelings of the qin, and the qin that does not belong to him will not be able to pull out the feelings even if it is pulled by force. Hang Qiuze was born with this qin, so he should cherish it.

His skinny knuckles were as nimble as snakes, jumping on the strings. The moment old man Chen started to play the tune, he seemed to be no longer an old man in the corner of a small town, but an undisputed winner standing in the middle of the orchestra pit.

Hang Qiuze had never heard of that passionate and enthusiastic piece. Later, even after searching for his whole life, he couldn't find the score of this piece.

When old man Chen finished playing and the nurse came to hang up the water, Hang Qiuze recovered from his stupor and walked out with the violin in his hand.

"Boy, you will be a teacher!" Old man Chen smiled at him.

"Yes." He nodded to old man Chen.

It's a pity that old man Chen didn't see him leave the teacher. When he dozed off, his loud snoring stopped at four o'clock in the morning the next day.

The crowd was looking at the flowers, crying when they should cry, and laughing when they should laugh. After crying and laughing, everything is as pale as boiled water, and Hang Qiuze is as pale as plain water. After crying, I don’t know how to express it. I just know Kneeling in front of the dark coffin in white, like a fool.

Old man Chen was unaccompanied, and Mr. Duan paid for all the funeral expenses. After cremation, he was simply buried in the local area, which was the old man's instructions during his lifetime.

On the third day after Hang Suxue organized the farewell banquet for the old man, Hang Qiuze took the suitcase and violin that accompanied him to Shanghai with Mr. Duan.

During this period, Shen Peilan, besides pulling