I have a good friend (also a teacher friend) who is a guitarist. His surname is Zhao. He is from Li nationality in Hainan. He is very tall, about 1.8 meters, and he is an energetic big boy. The first time I met him was in Jiangxi. At that time, he and a few friends jointly opened a musical instrument store, saying it was a musical instrument store. It was more like a small warehouse with various musical instruments stacked inside, except for a few black music stands in the warehouse and more on the wall. But I feel a passion for music here, especially Lao Zhao (as I usually call him). I can see him practicing here every day, and then he will show us a passage after practice, and then I hope we can say, "Oh, good!" " . "But we usually say, Lao Zhao, will you play in Chengdu? "You can check the guitarist know terrier.
? Lao Zhao has a girlfriend named Xin (because there is a word Xin in her name, so I call her that here. Of course, sometimes I call her Shi Niang directly in front of Lao Zhao, because I also learn some guitar skills from Lao Zhao. This is a super cute girl with good facial features, especially her eyes are like stars in the sky, beautiful and mysterious. She is small and has a sense of disobedience when she is with Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao really loves her, and I have a habit with him. After exchanging guitar skills, we will buy some stew rice and start chatting with beer. Every time we chat, he never leaves Xin, and the good chat becomes the dog food scene. Lao Zhao and Xin are high school classmates or deskmates. I remember he said that in order to confess to Xin on her birthday, he secretly followed Xin after school and wanted to know her address. As a result, I was almost used as a tail by a police uncle on the road. But I finally know the location. I remember it was September 26th (Lao Zhao told me). Lao Zhao stood in Xin's downstairs, holding a guitar and singing a song written by Lao Zhao himself. From 4 pm to 1 1, he has been singing, waiting for Xin to come out and listen to Lao Zhao sing, and then say those three words to her. But that day, Xin didn't come. Lao Zhao didn't say those three words, but finally they got together. Later, when I asked Xin, she told me with a smile that she actually knew, and she saw Lao Zhao below and knew what he was going to do, but they were still in high school, and Lao Zhao's grades were not bad. She doesn't want Lao Zhao to delay her studies because of her. She knows that even if Lao Zhao doesn't say anything, she will say it one day, so she has no past, but she can do it now. After that, Xin always revealed the university he wanted to go to in front of Lao Zhao, and then studied together. Finally, on the day when the college entrance examination results came out, under the school tree, the two embraced each other, under the tree of witness, beside Na Pianhai in Hainan.
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I have a good friend (also a teacher friend) who is a guitarist. His surname is Zhao. He is from Li nationality in Hainan. He is very tall, about 1.8 meters, and he is an energetic big boy. The first time I met him was in Jiangxi. At that time, he and a few friends jointly opened a musical instrument store, saying it was a musical instrument store. It was more like a small warehouse with various musical instruments stacked inside, except for a few black music stands in the warehouse and more on the wall. But I feel a passion for music here, especially Lao Zhao (as I usually call him). I can see him practicing here every day, and then he will show us a passage after practice, and then I hope we can say, "Oh, good!" " . "But we usually say, Lao Zhao, will you play in Chengdu? "You can check the guitarist know terrier.
? Lao Zhao has a girlfriend named Xin (because there is a word Xin in her name, so I call her that here. Of course, sometimes I call her Shi Niang directly in front of Lao Zhao, because I also learn some guitar skills from Lao Zhao. This is a super cute girl with good facial features, especially her eyes are like stars in the sky, beautiful and mysterious. She is small and has a sense of disobedience when she is with Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao really loves her, and I have a habit with him. After exchanging guitar skills, we will buy some stew rice and start chatting with beer. Every time we chat, he never leaves Xin, and the good chat becomes the dog food scene. Lao Zhao and Xin are high school classmates or deskmates. I remember he said that in order to confess to Xin on her birthday, he secretly followed Xin after school and wanted to know her address. As a result, I was almost used as a tail by a police uncle on the road. But I finally know the location. I remember it was September 26th (Lao Zhao told me). Lao Zhao stood in Xin's downstairs, holding a guitar and singing a song written by Lao Zhao himself. From 4 pm to 1 1, he has been singing, waiting for Xin to come out and listen to Lao Zhao sing, and then say those three words to her. But that day, Xin didn't come. Lao Zhao didn't say those three words, but finally they got together. Later, when I asked Xin, she told me with a smile that she actually knew, and she saw Lao Zhao below and knew what he was going to do, but they were still in high school, and Lao Zhao's grades were not bad. She doesn't want Lao Zhao to delay her studies because of her. She knows that even if Lao Zhao doesn't say anything, she will say it one day, so she has no past, but she can do it now. After that, Xin always revealed the university he wanted to go to in front of Lao Zhao, and then studied together. Finally, on the day when the college entrance examination results came out, under the tree of the school, the two embraced, under the tree of witness, beside Na Pianhai in Hainan.
Xin's hands are very clever. I remember when Lao Zhao was on his 25th birthday, Xin gave him a wooden pick. She said that she got it from the tree of their definite relationship. The back of the pick is engraved with the words of the time. I watch him wear it around his neck almost every day, even if I am afraid of sleeping. At that time, our friends felt that every time they saw him holding this pick, they were eating a bowl of dog food for no reason. Lao Zhao also likes Xin very much. The things bought for Xin are also the best, so that every time we go out to eat, we always joke that he is the kind of person who starves his wife (although he is not married, we usually call him Sister-in-law Xin and so on). Xin doesn't spend money indiscriminately, and always helps Lao Zhao to scrimp and save. Lao Zhao and Xin are always holding hands. Wherever they are, they go to the toilet together.
? They are engaged. When Lao Zhao was 27 years old and Xin was 26 years old, I remember the night of engagement, and we gave Lao Zhao our last single night. There are many beautiful little sisters here. I didn't like the atmosphere very much, so I went out to a nearby Meiyijia to eat instant noodles. After a while, I saw Lao Zhao come out and left. The next day, I realized that he had no time to read it, and I thought that Xin might still be there. I was left alone to transport a group of drunks home. I was so angry that I almost wanted to unload the goods. Pack it up and feed it to my Wang Cai.
? However, after that day, ...
? Their wedding is on September 26th. On that day, Lao Zhao came to the tree where they had established a relationship, took out his guitar and finished what he had not finished that night, just to sing the song he wrote for Xin, but ... Xin didn't come ... The death notice came. On that day, September 26th, Xin was on her way to save a little girl and ended up in a pool of blood.
On the day when Xin left, Lao Zhao didn't cry or shed a tear. He can't cry. He just said to Xin's cold body, "I know you're kidding me, right?" Don't make trouble. I want to sing to you. Get up and listen to me sing. You said you must listen to me sing your favorite song. You go with me. " , but for his endless silence. After that day, Lao Zhao disappeared quietly, as if there was no such person in the world. In fact, when Xin left, there was no such person in the world ... only a lonely and sad soul lingered in this world. .....
? The second time I met Lao Zhao, it was two years later in a music restaurant in Hainan. I had a crush on a girl and went there for dinner. A Xin is also in this girl's name. Whenever I look at her from a distance, I want to go to that heart in heaven. They have star-like eyes, the same kindness and the same loveliness. I really like her. That day, Lao Zhao was sitting in the restaurant singing "Winter Night". S song. He has changed a lot. He is wearing an old jacket and his face is full of stubble. He looked ten years older, but he hung the pick on his chest and gave him what he liked. When he saw me and the girl I like, his eyes flashed obviously, but then faded. After we finished eating, Xiao Xin (. I went to see Lao Zhao, bought some braised pork and some bottles of beer, and ate them in the lounge behind the canteen. Neither of us spoke, just quietly drinking wine and not talking. Actually, I have a lot to ask, but I know I shouldn't. We all understand. Finally, Lao Zhao spoke and asked me how I was doing, and I answered him. He asked me if I liked that girl. I said yes, but he was silent. He doesn't want to be choked by the smell of smoke. When the smoke gradually disappeared from his head, he said, "Do you remember the day when you said you wanted to travel around with your guitar on your back?" It was a night a few years ago. I went to the bridge with him to sing. On the way, I asked him if he would travel with his guitar on his back. He said he wouldn't go. When I asked him why, he just smiled and said nothing. I said I had to go, and now he brings it up. Lao Zhao put out his cigarette and said, "Don't think about it, take good care of the person you like, take good care of her, say if you like, and don't let her go." He turned around, lit a cigarette and stopped talking. Still the same stew and beer, that boy is already an old man with inner trauma. That night, unconsciously, I fell asleep in that small room. When I got up in the morning, Lao Zhao had already left, leaving only a pick, which Xin gave him. I have never seen him since.
? When I left Hainan, I heard something about Lao Zhao. After Xin died, Lao Zhao came to Hainan and sat under their witness tree every day. He hasn't sung for a long time in the morning and afternoon. It was a year before he began to sing, but his songs, which he wrote for Xin, were never sung again. The next year, I saw one when I was in Yichun, Jiangxi.
Maybe he will never come back. I know he was dead the moment Xin left.
Maybe he wants me to live instead of him, just like he and Xin did before
Maybe I am him, but I am lucky.
It's almost September 26th again. I went to see the pick, which was engraved with the words written by Xin at that time. When I am old, you will sing to me, but I turned over the place where there is no lettering on the back, and a line of words appeared, cherish the present.