"Are you starting over? I am even more eager for the future. Did this young man understand love in the past? As if it was not enough, will growth evolve? I also have freedom of belief. Do I love this young man? Is this flower blooming..."
The faint appearance of a familiar song made me stop. The voice was so familiar, my heart was beating loudly, the flow of blood made me boil, and my back felt hot. Some sweat.
I slowed down my pace, tried to take a few steps forward, and looked at the figure sitting not far away. She was holding a guitar and playing and singing. Her Cantonese was very good, even comparable to her.
I clenched my back molars and stared at the lonely figure with stupid eyes. In the darkness, there was only an insignificant light shining on it, but her singing voice was melodious and long, skillfully crossing the strings. The color of that guitar made it impossible for me to take my eyes away from it.
Like a nail, it has nailed me firmly. At this moment, my heart is very bad and I feel very uncomfortable. This song "Spring Bridge and Zhiming" makes my mind dream back to that year.
During the summer vacation of my sophomore year, Gu Wei and I went to Guangdong. In more than a month, we have mastered the Cantonese language. Although we are not very proficient, we can become proficient in Cantonese through hard work. .
This is something I can't forget. The summer vacation in Guangdong was the happiest summer vacation I spent with her. Unfortunately, things have changed and I was completely ruined by the sudden dross. It happened a long time ago, and hearing Gu Wei's Cantonese voice again touched my heart.
She and I sang the song "Chunqiao and Zhiming" every day in Guangdong. The first time I heard this song, I was already impressed and couldn't wait to learn Cantonese. I was just getting started. , and only knew a few words, "Shit-eating Lei Lei." "What?" "Duelei Lao Mou."
After learning Cantonese, Gu Wei led me to rent a recording studio, He sang a cover of the song "Chunqiao and Zhiming" with me, and it is still in my cell phone.
But this time, she sang very sadly. I am not Zhang Zhiming, and she is not Yu Chunqiao. We just love the story in this song, and never reflect ourselves, let alone take it in, because that At that time, we did not realize that the song came to an end until now.
I leaned against the street lamp and listened quietly not far behind her. I hadn’t heard her sing for a long time. It was a long time. I wouldn’t bother her. I was the only one standing in the dark. In the lamp, it was clear that we met in Suzhou a few days ago. Although some unpleasant things happened, it was no longer that important in my heart.
Nowadays, our identities are completely different from each other. If we act ambiguously, it will cause harm to many people. This is something I don’t want to see and I don’t dare to experience.
She played it over and over again, repeating the song, even her voice was a little hoarse. I also ate one lollipop after another, and the wrapping paper was scattered on the ground, like One cigarette after another is extinguished.
When I reached into my pocket again, the lollipop was completely gone. My heart still couldn't calm down after all. In my mind, I was urged to step forward and talk to her again and again. A few words, but every time I wanted to step forward, my conscience held me back.
Every time I hesitate to speak, it is my inner struggle. The left and right are unbalanced. I am caught in the middle, which is very distressing.
Suddenly, she hugged the guitar and cried.
She was still mumbling the lyrics and wanted to finish the song. Her unclear voice and unsatisfactory tears made her physically and mentally exhausted and her voice became hoarse. Since I came, She sang 11 songs in a row without stopping too much or taking a sip of water.
I didn’t understand why she stayed here. I started to think, could it be that she had a conflict with Jiang Rowen? Or was it Jiang Ruowen, the beast, who beat and scolded her? This would be impossible if you were to put her in someone else's shoes. Gu Wei is a strong woman with high self-esteem. In terms of family wealth, she can completely overpower Jiang Ruowen.
Jiang Rowen would not have been in seclusion for many years just to beat and scold Gu Wei after getting her. He is a smart man and thinks about this more clearly than me.
After all, I still didn’t hide it. I couldn’t bear it, and I couldn’t stand by and watch. The heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching feelings involved me, making it impossible for me to love the person I once loved deeply. The girl turned a deaf ear.
After hearing my footsteps, she suppressed her cries and said in a hoarse voice: "You are finally willing to come over."
"How did you notice that Is it me?"
I sat next to her and she said: "You blocked my light and completely covered up the insignificant light."
She wiped her tears and her fingers were wet. I took out a tissue and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
"Don't say polite words between us, it's strange."
"But weren't you like this before? In my heart, the feelings between us flow like air, as if we have nothing to do with each other. You walk on your sunny path, and I walk on my single-plank bridge."
I lowered my head, and Gu Wei said that. Yes, after I experienced the shock at the wedding, I regarded our deep love for each other as if it were air. I no longer mentioned every detail of Gu Wei and I's past with anyone, just as a passer-by, because doing so could Let me forget the pain for a short time.
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I sighed, said nothing, and stared at the Suzhou River in front of me with a sad expression.
"Why are you here?"
She wiped away her tears and looked with me.
"Nostalgia."
This word has many meanings and represents many things.
We were silent. There was no topic to talk about. She said nothing and I said nothing.Everyone knows the hearts of both parties and the mistakes they have made.
She took out her cigarette case, held a cigarette in her mouth, and fumbled in her pocket to find that she didn't have a lighter.
I took out my lighter and lit a cigarette for her. In my field of vision, her face was wrapped in darkness, except for the burning cigarette. The white mist it emitted was in the darkness. It is very prominent, it burns its own body and gives us a little bit of light.
At this moment, I saw Gu Wei's face clearly. It was very haggard, with red eyes. There were two shocking tears on Bai Zhe's cheek.
She is a little unskilled, and the amount she smokes may be large or small.
I also took one with me, took out my own Jiangnan Yun, squeezed the popping beads of the cigarette holder, lit it and took a puff. The faint fragrance of tea came, pouring nourishing water for my soul.
But suddenly my throat itched and I coughed, violently.
"Stop being so aggressive."
Gu Wei said lightly. I shook my head and continued to smoke after I calmed down a bit.
She was not an old smoker. A novice would not finish the cigarette completely. After she smoked half of it, she pressed it on the ground and rubbed the cigarette butt a few times until it was extinguished. Get up slowly.
"How about... going to the Duxing Bar for a drink?"
She picked up the guitar and asked me.
"Go on your own. After smoking this cigarette, I have to go back to bed. I have to pack my luggage tomorrow, and then..."
"Tch, love, don't you?" Go, don’t pull me down.”
She interrupted me decisively, showing no interest in my packing. She turned around, carrying her guitar, and headed towards the Porsche Panamera parked not far away. .
After pressing the car key, the headlights flashed twice, she opened the driver's door, put the guitar on the passenger seat, and sat in.
I witnessed everything, and before I finished smoking the cigarette in my mouth, she suddenly turned on the car lights, and two bright lights shone on me, irritating my eyes. I instinctively raised my hand to cover it, and she opened The car passed me by and disappeared into the darkness not far away.
I was left alone to blow the cold wind...
The surroundings returned to silence again.
I took off the cigarette. The faint scent of tea had dissipated. I pressed the cigarette on the ground and rubbed it until it went out. My eyes glanced at the half-extinguished cigarette beside me.
The afterglow of smoke and unburned tobacco were scattered on the ground. I couldn't help but sigh.
When I raised my head and looked at the direction in which she drove away, I could only see the dim lights in the distance, and could not see the traces she left behind. Perhaps they were corroded by the night, or perhaps they were isolated by the ravines between them. .