Chapter 41 serenade at dusk

What a beautiful Fuxinggang, what a beautiful evening. Of course, Fuxinggang is not only beautiful at dusk.Morning, evening, morning, noon, afternoon, every time of day is equally beautiful. Wake up in the morning, fold the military blanket into a neat piece of dried tofu, eat two large steamed buns of white flour that people who are on a diet can’t even touch, and then start raising the flag, doing morning exercises, and going to class. For lunch, eat at least twice as much as usual at home. In the afternoon rehearsal, everyone was very serious, and every moment of every day was serious and happy.

But what I can't forget the most is the dusk, the dusk of Fuxinggang. "At dusk, your words are beautiful and turned into songs." There is a girl a little older than me, with a pair of small eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth, who always likes to sing this song at dusk. She sings and I listen. Just finished class, just took a shower, just washed off the stinky sweat, the summer heat has just passed, and the gorgeous sunset has just blown from the distant mountains, and the wind still carries the fragrance of leaves. I accompanied her on the small road to Fuxinggang, and I listened to her singing, singing softly.

What she sang is not a song, what she sang is a dream that people will never forget. Thinking about it now, it seems that it was seven or eight centuries ago, but it seems like it was yesterday. Until now, I still don't know what kind of emotion I had towards her at that time, I only know that we were both happy at that time, we had neither purpose nor request when we were together, we didn't do anything, sometimes even Say nothing. But we both know each other is very happy. The play lasted for three days, and after the curtain ended on the last day, everyone in the audience dispersed, and those on stage also dispersed.

We come from different schools and different places. We have lived together for five weeks. Now the show is over. We are lying on the stage in a row, facing the rows of empty seats below the stage. Just a moment ago, it was such a lively place here, but suddenly the music has come to an end, and we all have to go our separate ways. ——My friends who were lying on the stage with me that night, how did you feel at that time? At that time, we may not even know how we felt in our hearts, but since we parted that night, everyone seems to have grown up a lot suddenly.