Hold on, thighs!

Sitting on the beach in Tahiti, I watched the waves roll over and recede slowly.It was already dusk here, and the locals held a bonfire party on the beach, reveling with backpackers from all over the world.

I chose a quiet place to sit down, staring at the burning bonfire.

I heard that they are going to hold a wedding, whether it is in the Netherlands or the United States, or any country that recognizes this wedding as legal.

Great, Qianqian is going to hold a wedding.

Finally, finally married himself out.

"Hey, girl, what are you thinking?" A young backpacker came over and said in not particularly fluent English.

I looked up and saw the color of his hair and eyes, he should be Asian.

I smiled and said in Chinese, "Nothing."

The backpacker was a little overjoyed, and immediately said in Chinese, "Are you Chinese too? Me too! What are you doing sitting here? Let's play together?"

I want to say no to running and jumping around the campfire, which will make my body exhausted.

But looking at the friendly smiles of the people not far away, I changed my mind, and unexpectedly nodded, and said with a smile, "Then let's go."

The backpacker pushed my shoulders and pushed me over. Immediately, two local people surrounded them. They held hands with each other and formed a huge circle around the campfire. There were people playing drums and singing outside, and the people in the circle circled around. Campfire dancing.

After dancing for an unknown amount of time, I stopped. Everyone looked at me suspiciously. I tried my best to restrain the urge to cover my stomach and squat down. I smiled at them, "Why don't I play the guitar to accompany you?" ?”

The crowd cheered.

A local guy kindly handed me an acoustic guitar right away.

I sat down, put the guitar in my arms, and plucked it twice, the sound was clear and loud.I said to the locals who had been singing just now, "You sing, and I will follow."

The locals were a little unbelievable, "The tune is difficult."

I smiled and nodded, "I know, I just listened to it once, and I already remembered it."

The locals spoke in doubt and hummed a tune.

I lowered my head and played along with her melody.

Everyone looked at me in surprise, and after realizing it, they held hands and jumped up again.I followed their beats, changing the rhythm and tone of the plucking at any time.Slowly, they also sang together.

look at them.

I suddenly remembered the first time I accompanied Qianqian.

As a freshman in high school, military training, the school required each class to present a chorus program.A certain person is always unable to keep up with the rhythm, and dare not speak up when being ridiculed by classmates in the class, so he can only stay in the classroom after school to practice secretly.

I also like to stay in the classroom to practice guitar after school, so I have paid attention to it a few times.

To be honest, every time I sang it was worse than the last time.

It can be said that there is no sense of music at all.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I said to her, "Xiang Qianqian, you really can't sing at all."

I thought she would be angry and annoyed after saying this, and I was ready to be ridiculed by her.Unexpectedly, the girl nodded vigorously, and spread her hands as if she had found a confidant, "Yeah! I really can't sing at all!" Speaking of this, it seemed that she suddenly noticed me, confused, "Hey, classmate, who are you?"

"..." I was speechless, I lowered my head and plucked the strings a few times, ignoring her.

She retracted her head embarrassingly, and continued to compete with the song.

I held back for a long time, but I still couldn't help but say, "Xiang, I was the freshman representative who gave the speech at the opening ceremony, don't you remember?"

She tilted her head, and seemed to be thinking hard, "Representative of freshmen?"

Seeing her earnestly remembering, I actually raised a little expectation, sat up straight and waited for her to suddenly realize.

"On the day of the opening ceremony..." she pondered, "I overslept and missed..."

"..."

Seeing me fall silent, she approached me with a playful smile, "Student, why don't you give me another hint!"

I took a deep breath and said, "I stand in the same row as you during the military training. I am the head of the row and you are the tail."

You should know now!

Who knew that she blinked her eyes, gave me a slap, and said with a shy smile, "Oh, the people in front are so tall, how can I see that, look at you, you actually said something I don't know."

I was stunned by her fist, and I couldn't recover for a long time. I clutched my aching shoulder and said in disbelief, "You hit me?"

She hit me again, "Look at what you said, is this still a beating?"

I snorted, and endured the punch firmly.Get ready to put your guitar away and get out of this place.

"Hey, don't go, classmate!" She grabbed my military training uniform.

"What else do you want?" I took two steps back, clutching my shoulders, and looked at her warily.

"You can play the piano." She smiled flatteringly.

I immediately understood what she meant, and shook my head again and again, "I won't!"

"Oh, you're talking nonsense!" She smiled coquettishly and punched me again.

I:"……"

While I was still blinded by those three punches, she had already pulled my arm, pushed me back to the seat, and stuffed the guitar into my arms, "Do me a favor, classmate, come and play the piano for me." Come and sing, look, how romantic."

"Romantic..." I gritted my teeth, but still didn't utter the swear words.

Sighing, "Then you remember my name, and I will play it for you."

She nodded frantically, "Say it!"

"Ren Qingliu." I said.

She nodded heavily and patted her chest, "I remember, come on, play the first bar first."

I calmly asked her, "What's my name?"

She opened her mouth, and suddenly talked to me from left to right, "Hey, your eyes look like crescent moons when you smile."

"What is my name?"

"Your voice is also nice, so gentle and soft."

"What's my name?" I asked one last time.

She was crying, "I didn't pay attention just now, can you say it again::>_<::"

"……"I knew it.

"Ren Qingliu." I almost gritted my teeth and said my name.

Xiang Qianqian raised her head and said, "Okay, your name is related to mine, I will remember it."

I have a headache, "Where is the connection?!"

"Your surname is Ren, and my surname is Xiang. The hearts of the people turn to each other. Look, your heart is with me."

"..."

"The clearness of the clear stream, the shallowness of the shallowness. The clearness and shallowness can form a word. You see, there are many connections."

"..."

I flipped through the sheet music and said blankly, "Let's get started."

Then I started to play. After playing for a long time, when the whole song was about to end, she still didn't enter. I was a little angry, "You are singing!"

She was even angrier than me, "You tell me when to come in!"

"..." I wasn't going to argue with her, "When I count to three, you start singing."

"Ok!"

Doing it all over again, I finished the intro and said, "One, two, three..."

She puffed up her cheeks and shouted vigorously, "Unity is—— strength—this strength, unity~unity is—— strength—, this strength is——iron, and this strength is——"

My ears were buzzing, so I stopped and stopped her, "No!"

"Why is it wrong!"

I sang, "That's how it should be."

She stared, "Isn't that what I sang! It's the same as what you sang."

"..." I felt that I had been insulted like never before.

"You sing along with me." I said.

Then without waiting for her to refute, she played and sang, and she didn't say much, and sang along with me.Her voice quality is not bad, but she can't use her breath, which should be one of the reasons why she can't find the key. With her joining, the song has another feeling, until her voice overwhelms me, and then puts me The tape ran away...

I was really angry, "Can you keep your voice down, why do you want to overpower my voice, you see, it's out of tune now!"

She was aggrieved, "Your voice is too soft, which makes me feel masculine unconsciously."

"... Get out." I still cursed out.

"Student Qingliu, can you come and practice with me every day from now on?"

"Of course not!" I refused.

"Then it's settled!" She didn't care at all whether I agreed or not, and she hooked me up on her own, "See you after school tomorrow!"

"..."

"You sing so beautifully!" A voice beside you suddenly sounded.I suddenly retracted my thoughts, and the people around me stopped at some point and surrounded me, while I was humming the "Unity is Strength" just now.

I immediately apologized, "Sorry, I was distracted!"

"It's okay!" The backpacker just said with a smile, "You sing really well, and your voice is really good. This familiar song can still be sung like this. It's so good!" Thumbs up.

The locals asked again, "Are there any songs to sing?"

Before I could think about it, a tune was plucked on my fingers.This tune is exactly the song that accompanied Qianqian to record some time ago.

I sang out, the surrounding was very quiet, everyone looked up at me quietly.Not far away, the campfire was crackling and burning, and the sea breeze was blowing gently, which added a different atmosphere to my chords.

"People who can't be together

It would be nice if we didn't meet

i don't know love

won't be so heartbroken

i want to be with you

even if my body dies

even if my mind dies

i still want to be with you

found out at last

no one together

better than never met

......"

At this point, I secretly added a sentence according to the melody, "Although you are the one I can't be with, meeting you is my greatest luck."

***

The next day, I packed up my things and prepared to embark on a new journey.

Yesterday's backpacker saw me and came over to say hello and compliment me on the song I sang last night.

After hesitating for a while, I still said, "Then can you do me a favor."

"You say what you say," the backpacker said with a hearty smile, "I will help you with anything!"

I took out a stack of written postcards from my backpack, "Here are my written postcards. If you pass by these places and there happens to be a post office, can you send me a postcard?"

The backpacker took it and glanced at it briefly, "It's really quite a lot, how much have you written?"

I laughed, "I don't know. But I probably wrote about the places you're going. You don't need to send them too often, just one post every two or three months. Just let someone know that I'm still traveling happily." gone."

The backpacker nodded and smiled again, "That person is very important to you, so why don't you mail it yourself?"

Why not mail it yourself?

I also want to post it myself.

I also want to really enjoy every beautiful scene after the postcard.

I even want to tell her about every beautiful scenery I have seen.

However, I can't post so much.

"Because at that time..." I probably won't be here anymore.