Short Story Network | Time: 20 12-08-03

Zhang Haisheng, a poet who wrote warm words such as "Facing the sea, spring blossoms", bid farewell in the coldest way. It turns out that death does not lie in how brilliant the smile is today, nor in how warm the words are at the moment. Death is only about the heart that can't be touched and hugged. I know that it is a corner forgotten by the world, a corner forgotten by you, and it is also my only stubborn insistence.

The car roared by, and the dust raised choked my throat in the oblique afterglow. Three or five teenagers with cigarettes and hair covering their eyes passed by. They are shirtless, wearing slippers, rolling their trouser legs, and maybe holding a wine bottle in their hands. I saw youth running away behind them, like a wounded hedgehog, on the rampage.

Occasionally I can see some melancholy eyes, under the tree, on the platform and on the bridge. When I passed them, I felt helpless and fragile. I don't want to admit that I am like them, but I really want to give them a hug. Those souls need hugs. They just need a silent and warm hug.

When cherry red was all over the tree, I saw the smiling young man playing guitar and singing under the tree. The clean and warm sound, like a drop of dew, falls on the lake and ripples. Many times when he passed me, I really thought we would write a beautiful story. So, one day I stood behind the young man and listened to him sing that song. I asked, "Can you sing a song" Dancing and Flying "for me?" He looked coldly, and then nodded. So a story of that late spring was told as I expected, until the last cherry blossom withered the next year.

It starts with cherries and ends with cherry blossoms. Such a perfect anniversary, end to end. The cruelty that people sometimes inadvertently show will be deeply painted in their hearts, such as youth. He still took me under the cherry tree and told me to leave. He said, I can't play the guitar and sing to you anymore. I was cold and nodded. As surprised as he was at first, but not in the same mood. Well, I finally know that no one can play the guitar and sing to me from now on. So I turned away silently, without crying, decadent, missing or forgetting.

One year is enough. Use a year to make yourself better than before, have a stable job and a good salary. Time is dull, work is dull, and the so-called running water state is probably like this. In the third season of yellow leaves with the wind, I passed a musical instrument store, which seemed to be newly opened. Through the big floor-to-ceiling glass window, I saw a girl singing sadly with her guitar. If you see something and think of someone, it just fits the situation. All the memories belonging to the cherry blossom season slowly overflow. No more pain, but my heart is still shaking.

I hesitated for a moment, and then went in. In the middle of the hall is the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. The musical instruments are arranged neatly and orderly, and the pattern is very pleasing to the eye. The person in charge of the musical instrument store is a thin woman with long hair reaching to the waist. When I walked in, I greeted her with a smile. The long floral cotton skirt gives her an elegant and classical literary atmosphere. She said that you have a classical charm and are suitable for learning guzheng. I am noncommittal and smile. My eyes rested on that row of guitars, and I couldn't help reaching out and touching them. Six pointed star He once said, I only play the piano for you. Now, I walk alone. An agreement like an oath is not cherished enough, and so are those who have loved it deeply. That's it: love is inseparable, and if you don't love, you will die. So, can Encore afford to be seriously injured?

"I'm going to learn guitar." This woman was very surprised at my choice. It turns out that many things are not what you see, hear and sometimes even what you want. Whether I can't let go or I'm paranoid, I'm always so eager to choose, and I secretly make up my mind ... a word, an expression and a choice will tell a story. You and I can't predict the latter story. ......

"West Africa, you are imprisoning yourself." To some extent, it's hard for me to let go of the past, but now I'm at peace, and I should have understood it. I silently bypassed the seven parties and went straight to the platform on the corner. I kept silent all the time. He can guess 89 points, not to mention the past, I think he understands me. But after all, many feelings have been dusty. Don't want to open it. Cowardly or not.

Fingertips grind out blisters, and the cone hurts. Sitting in front of the window all day, fiddling with the strings repeatedly, until those bright blisters burst and began to have another degree of pain. I know it's outside the door, but I can't open the door at the moment. In that case, he will see how lonely and sad I am, and I will get unnecessary sympathy. Indifference is almost cruel, and I am hurting people who are good to me intentionally or unintentionally. I really thought it was for his own good. Finally, I can only apologize.

May. It's time for the iris to be crowded. I stroked the scabbed wound on my finger and felt numb and painless. The guitar is just huddled in the corner, covered with dust. Dare not touch, don't want to see. I rushed over, picked up my guitar and grabbed the door. How can you be so weak, how can you promote the building to be strong? Lucifer, how could you?

"Qi Fang, please help me lose my guitar." I stood at the door with my guitar in my arms, but I didn't dare to look him in the eye when I spoke. I know his face is surprised at the moment, and I know that I am trembling with guilt.

"Don't do that. West Africa. " Qi Fang's hand reached out to the guitar, but I subconsciously held it tightly.

"Give it to me." I looked up at his smiling eyes and slowly released my hand.

Sitting on the stairs together, gently stroking the strings. He said: "West Africa, don't make yourself feel bad like this. Would you let me sing for you if I could? " I sat next to him, completely taken aback by his words. I'm surprised. I've known him for more than 400 days and nights, but I didn't know he could play guitar and sing! Vaguely guess the story behind. "... fly gently, fly gently, sadness flies with the song, I can't help but want to tell him what I think ..."

I never knew that his fingers could play such a beautiful song, but his voice was so sad. I learned some stories that day. Beautiful, sad, sad story that makes people want to cry.

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My mother was so opposed to me learning guitar. Her angry eyes were enough to make me uneasy and I lost sleep for many nights. I don't know why, every time I want to ask, I suffocate in her sharp eyes.

Early spring three years ago. The sun shines lazily into the window, warm as a song. On such a warm day, I felt cold for the first time. "Qifangxue is very disappointing. He doesn't even know the most basic notation. ""impossible. " "Why not? I think it's better not to learn ... "said the female teacher I admire. What else is behind? It doesn't matter, does it? ...

In the end, I couldn't hold on in the tiny gap. I sold my guitar, began to concentrate on writing my thesis on the eve of graduation, and looked for a job after graduation. Mother is much gentler, life slowly passes and everything is so quiet.

Some people you thought you would never see again, but then you met them unexpectedly. You should never dig the meaning behind some stories, and some stories you didn't know at that time don't need to be mentioned later. Many times, we will be "known" about something, and what is "known" is always what you don't want to know. For example, the teacher I thought I would never see again made me know what made me sad again: everything was just because of my mother's request. I really want to know, but I don't want to ask questions. I'm afraid there will be another reason behind this that shocked me, so I don't know what went wrong.

Suddenly, my mother was seriously ill and her life was dying.