Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Accidental

I fell in love with him almost from the first time I saw his name. At that time, I was an introverted and silent little girl, with no friends or social relations, and my biggest hobby was reading.One night, he stayed up all night to finish reading a borrowed book, and he was the author of that book.His book brought me the joy of being born again, and let me know that there is a person in this world who never knows me, but can speak every word to my heart. He is my most respected and beloved person. Woke up overnight, I wrote him a long letter with tens of thousands of characters from dawn to noon, but I still couldn't express my joy. I took out the guzheng and played it all afternoon, and forgot to eat.That was the happiest day of my life since I can remember.

In the past ten years, I have changed from a taciturn little girl to a big girl who is good at singing and dancing.In summer, I went to Dalian with the troupe to perform.On the eve of departure, I saw a news in the newspaper that packed my luggage, saying that this year's book fair has invited famous writers from Hong Kong, and they will come to the book fair to sign books on a certain day of the month. Looking at the time, it is actually today. I was so shocked that I greedily read the news that was less than a hundred words over and over again, then threw my luggage away as if awakened, turned around and rushed out.When I arrived at the book market, I ran to the southwest corner of the second floor based on my intuition, and I saw a large slogan: Welcome famous Hong Kong writers to sign books.Although I have bought all his works published in the mainland, but at this moment I still don't hesitate to buy a whole set of his essays and stand in line behind the crowd waiting for autographs.

Time passed little by little, and I was getting closer and closer to the idol in my heart. I looked around worriedly, afraid that they would hear the sound of my heartbeat.Finally, I clearly stood in front of him, and there was only a table between us.He bowed his head and asked with a friendly smile, "Where do you want me to sign?" I was almost suffocated, and tremblingly turned the book to the title page. The moment he bowed his head to sign, I mustered up the courage to say my name and said, "Teacher, I have known you for ten years, and ten years ago, I wrote you a long letter of more than 10,000 words."

"Oh?" He raised a long eyebrow and smiled.That smile pierced through me like lightning, and I could barely think or breathe.He doesn't remember me, he's pretty much my life, but he doesn't know me at all, maybe he never read the letter, maybe he just read a few lines and threw it in the wastebasket.He is the most important person in my life, but I am just a drop in the ocean among thousands of admirers. The people behind were getting impatient, so they gently pushed me and said, "Miss, get out of the way after signing." I moved out of the way mechanically, watching him sadly, smiling, asking, and signing everyone.Life is suddenly light as smoke at this minute, and I can't help but think of a word: groupies.Actually, I'm just a groupie.

The next day, the troupe set off as scheduled.My ticket was the lower berth, and I hurriedly hugged my piano for fear of being bumped into. In the crowded carriage, I dodged from left to right and was in a panic.A gentleman next to the berth asked kindly: "What kind of piano is it? Put it on my bed first. I am on the upper berth." "It's Guzheng." I raised my head to thank, but was suddenly stunned, my eyes widened in disbelief, it was him!The person I admire most like a star!He saw my expression and knew that I recognized him. He smiled and said, "There are not many girls playing Guzheng now." He paused and said, "This is the first time I have returned to the mainland. People say that Dalian is beautiful. I made a special trip to learn about it, so I can brag to others when I go back.”

I couldn't believe it, and still couldn't recover from the shock: "But, why did the teacher sit on the hard sleeper?" "Why can't I take a hard sleeper?" He laughed, "I always think that if you don't take a train, it's not travel, and if you don't take a hard sleeper, it's not a train ride." Yes, this is his language style!I finally had a sense of reality, and smiled shyly: "Actually, I just saw you yesterday. I asked the teacher to sign it at the book fair." "Oh?" He raised a long eyebrow and smiled. My heart ached, he forgot me again.But his smile still shines into my heart so deeply and truly, like a dazzling lightning.I prayed to God in my heart: If he can let him remember me, I am willing to do whatever it takes.If let him remember me!

I talked to him about his books and their influence on me.I recited the sentences in the book like a few treasures, and told him: "I have never had any friends, but the teacher's book is my confidant who has been with me for more than ten years." Arriving in Dalian, we broke up at the station.I looked at him, so reluctant.He helped me carry the piano all the way, then handed it back to me and said: "I have a friend who works in the Lijing Hotel, and I will live there. Don't forget to notify me when the show is on." I kept his words in mind. Before the performance, I specially asked for the tickets in the front row and delivered them to the Lijing Hotel in person.However, I didn't have the courage to find him, so I just entrusted the service desk to pass it on.I'm afraid, afraid that he will forget me again when we meet.I can't bear it!

For him, my performance that day was superb.I don't know whether he is in the audience or not, but he has a mountainous position in my heart.I play for him alone. The sound of my piano is full of anticipation and talk, and I almost weep. Backstage, the head of the group sent a bouquet of flowers and told me: "A gentleman gave it to you." I took it and saw the card on the bouquet, it was the teacher!He really came! I ran out of the dressing room excitedly, and saw his stalwart figure standing in front of the door like a mountain!He looked at me with a smile and said gently: "If I were 20 years younger, I would pursue you."

My heart "flickered", and I was slightly lost.His tone is so casual, I know at this moment, if I want, we may have a story, but, is that what I expect?Ten years of anticipation and heart-to-heart promise, is it just for flirting? That afternoon, we chartered a car to tour the Binhai Road.Dalian is indeed beautiful, so beautiful that it feels unreal.The natural sea and artificial decoration make Dalian a fairy tale.In front of the big white stone bridge, the driver stopped and said wisely: "This bridge should be walked on. There is a legend in Dalian that if two people walk across this bridge hand in hand, they will love each other forever."

What a beautiful legend!We looked at each other with a smile, and really got out of the car and walked forward arm in arm.When he got to the middle of the bridge, he stopped and looked at me affectionately.The sound of the waves hitting the shore, the sea breeze blowing, everything is so beautiful beyond imagination.Then he put his arms around me and kissed me.I shivered in his arms and responded passively.His kiss is skillful and experienced, and he is familiar with it. I suddenly wanted to cry, I didn't know how many girls he had kissed.Among them, how many can cooperate with him in a tacit understanding, and how many are as young and immature as I am at a loss.However, in his eyes, all kinds of performances are probably the same as they are used to, right?How can I be a different one among his many women?

I was sad, so sad that I didn't even want to tell him, in fact, this was my first kiss. That night, he took me to the gold jewelry counter in Victory Square, and casually said, "Choose a gift for yourself." Those gold jewels made my eyes dazzled, and what was even more confusing was my heart.I took him by the hand and walked out of the shopping mall. I went to a stall selling hand-knitted nylon parapets in front of the door. I picked out a parapet tied with countless concentric knots and said, "I want this." He froze for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly: "Actually, I'd rather you talk about money with me." I looked up at him puzzled. He patted my head and smiled: "There is a saying in Hong Kong: Big chickens don't eat fine rice. The more unwilling to talk about the role of money, the more powerful it is. Talking about money, always There is a number. Whether you are willing to pay or not depends only on whether it is worth it or not. It is countable. But you are in love with me, that is not my specialty." He laughed "hehe", "My feelings have long been It’s all given to my hero.” Like ten thousand arrows being fired at once, the sound of piercing through the air is clearly audible, and my heart feels painful. However, his smile still moves my heart.I looked up at him and murmured, "Teacher—" before I finished speaking, tears came down.Oh, I'm so worthless. He waved for a car and took me back to the Dalian Hotel where the troupe stayed.I knew he wanted to take me back to the Lijing Hotel, but my refusal to talk about money frightened him.He changed his decision, which made me feel relieved but lost. Before getting out of the car, I looked down at my toes and said, "Teacher, our group will go back on Thursday. Can I see you on Wednesday afternoon? Let's go to Laodong Park to see the lotus." On Wednesday afternoon, the wind and rain were cloudy, and there were few tourists in Labor Park. I thought maybe he wouldn't come, but I was still on time for my appointment.On the stone table of the pavilion in the middle of the lotus pond, my zither is placed. I am dressed in white and I vow to leave an indelible impression on the teacher. The sound of the piano is like water, flowing through the rain curtain and winding back, attracting the teacher of Tsing Yi Paper Umbrella.For a moment, I forgot the time and the age. I thought it was the broken bridge of the West Lake. I thought it was Xu Xian who came to give the umbrella. I thought I was a white snake who had practiced for thousands of years. I looked at him, looking at him, wanting to look him into eternity.This is my confidant, the confidant I wait and watch with my life!I was so unwilling to believe that the teacher who taught me what is sincerity and what is love, his feelings and behavior, would not have a little truth. "Break the Yaoqin with its tail cold, and Ziqi won't play it to anyone anymore. The spring breeze is full of friends, and it's hard to find a bosom friend..." I sang and burst into tears.The ancient song of high mountains and flowing water is about the loneliness and longing of the ages. I hope the sound of the piano will awaken the memory of the teacher and remind him of his love and sincerity.I believe that he was once the most emotional and intelligent teacher, otherwise he would not have written those touching words.He was only fettered by fame and fortune, he just forgot his true nature for a while, but I hope my piano sound will tear a gap in the net of fame and fortune, so that he can remember everything that is true! He put away the paper umbrella and stood in front of me like a mountain, pressing down, pressing down, he smiled: "I seem to see a painting." The song has stopped, the rain has not stopped, one song is over, the lingering sound is lingering, I stood up, held the piano flat, and confided word by word: "Teacher, in the world today, there are as few women playing Guzheng as women who don't talk about money, but , no no. Maybe you don’t hear Guzheng very often, but if you do, please cherish it and remember me..." Lifting up the piano, I smashed it heavily on the stone table, the sound of broken strings was no different from the sky falling apart. Breaking the Yaoqin and Jiaoweihan, Ziqi will no longer play it to anyone!Looking at the teacher again, I turned around and left amidst lightning and thunder, everything, teacher, I just ask you to remember me! After that, for a long, long time, I never played the piano again, but I would still hum that song often: "Everyone is a friend with a spring breeze, and it is difficult to find a bosom friend." My confidant, teacher, what happened to him? One day, when I was bored, I turned on the TV, and suddenly I saw my teacher, who was a guest host for a reading program, and he said: "Once, I met a girl by chance on the train, and she said that she didn't have many friends, but I The article, but his confidant for ten years. Well said! Writing is precisely for..." I suddenly burst into tears. He remembered!He finally remembered me—an admirer I met by chance on the train. For me, he is almost my life's belief; for him, I am just an accident. oh by chance...