Chapter 63 Chapter Seventeen

The autumn wind is blowing. In the second year of high school, the college entrance examination will take place in less than two years.Nanming Middle School is full of high-achieving students, who have sharpened their heads to get into prestigious universities, so they don't need to be self-sufficient and study hard every day. The news that Mo Yan won the Nobel Prize in Literature made everyone pay more attention to Chinese lessons.Ouyang Xiaozhi had just finished talking about "Lin Daiyu's Entering Jia's Mansion" in the text, and in the afternoon he talked about the fifth chapter "You Fanjing Refers to Twelve Hairpins Drinking Immortal Mash and Playing a Dream of Red Mansions" in the Literature Club.

"Everything is a good marriage of gold and jade. I only think of the former alliance of trees and stones. Facing the sky, the high-ranking scholars in the mountains are crystal clear and snowy, and I will never forget the lonely forest in the fairy land outside the world. Sighing in the world, there is no fly in the ointment. Now I believe it. Difficult." A few dead leaves floated outside the classroom window, and Xiaozhi recited Xue Baochai's "Lifetime Mistakes" in "Jinling Twelve Beauties". "Student Si Wang." She called the roll suddenly, and the boy stood up hastily and said, "I'm not deserting."

"I want to ask you, I heard that you have finished reading it a long time ago, so which one of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling do you like the most?" "The song "Lifetime Mistakes" just now is about Xue Baochai who sighs, but it is also about Lin Daiyu in "Lonely Forest of the Otherworldly Fairyland". Qin Keqing from Lou, didn’t Jia Baoyu’s erotic dream in the fifth episode happen on Qin Keqing’s bed?” Xiaozhi coughed dryly. After all, all the people present here were minors, but he continued without hesitation: "Actually, the 'Sister Immortal' in Baoyu's dream is probably the incarnation of Qin Keqing. Baoyu's enlightenment came from someone older than him. A lot of young women."

"Oh, that's the end of the literary club's activities, everyone should leave early." On Friday, the students were all looking forward to going home, and in a blink of an eye there were only Xiao Zhi and Si Wang left. "Xiaozhi, why don't you let me finish?" "They are all children, there is no need to say so much." "Yeah, but we are all adults." "What are you talking about?" She nudged Si Wang, "Sometimes, I really don't think you are seventeen." "I'm forty-two years old, seven years older than you."

This truth made her face change: "Shut up!" Si Wang walked out of the classroom, took his schoolbag from the dormitory, and came to the school gate. Ouyang Xiaozhi chased after him and said, "I'm sorry." "fine." Walking side by side on Nanming Road, she suddenly said, "Si Wang, last week, I saw Jacky Cheung's 1995 concert on your mobile phone?" "Well, I went to see it that year." Her expression was a little weird, and she swayed for a long time before saying: "Tonight, there is a Jacky Cheung concert in the city, do you want to go?"

"Ah, do you have a ticket?" "No, but you can go to the site and ask the scalpers to buy it." "I don't even know...but—" Xiaozhi pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Are you not free? Or did you make an appointment with someone else?" "No, I'm free!" Si Wang quickly called his mother and said that he had to make up lessons at school tonight and would not be home until after ten o'clock. "You often lie to your mother like this, don't you?" "What? My mother is the best woman in the world! And the prettiest!"

The two talked and laughed and arrived at the subway station. At dusk, the direction of the urban area is getting more and more crowded, and I have to hold the handrail without waiting for a seat.Fortunately, Si Wang has grown strong and tall, and she looks much younger than her actual age. No one can tell that the two are a teacher-student relationship, more like a young couple in love with siblings. "In 1995, I discovered that you were copying a poem in class—one was infatuated, looking at each other from two places, writing three or four characters, and there were five or six lines of tears. , Hate is growing on the Naihe bridge, heartbroken, sorrowful, and helpless to hurt my heart."

Si Wang actually recited the words written by Aunt Qiong Yao in the TV series. In those years, a set of Qiong Yao dramas became popular, including "Ghost Husband", which is a story that seems to be supernatural - the heroine thought that the man she loved was dead, but she didn't expect his ghost to communicate with herself through poetry and poetry a few years later. , Let her be convinced that there are ghosts in the world. "Hate is growing on the Nai River Bridge——I only remember this sentence." Xiaozhi didn't have any scruples anymore, the passengers around could hear her, but was suddenly drowned out by the noise.

When the subway arrived at the stadium station, just before the concert started, they went to the convenience store to buy some food, nothing more than oden, tea eggs and sliced ​​bread.The gate of the arena was already crowded with people, Xiao Zhi bought two tickets from scalpers, and it turned out to be a good seat in the infield.Being pushed forward by the crowd, she bought a light stick along the way, and she said loudly in Si Wang's ear: "I haven't seen a concert for ten years!" "I am seventeen years old!" She almost had to press her ear to hear it. Walking into the turbulent and noisy infield, looking at the brightly lit stage, Si Wangcai screamed like a high school student—at the same time, thirty-five-year-old Xiaozhi was also screaming. She was surprised that she laughed so hard for the first time. So nympho.

The God of Songs appeared in dazzling costumes, first sang "Li Xianglan", followed by "I'm Really Hurt". Ouyang Xiaozhi also danced the light sticks. Among the crazy audience, most of them were in their thirties. It was rare to see Nencheng Siwang, and he seemed more like a fan of AKB48.The boy opened the throat of the little rooster, and sang along with Jacky Cheung on the stage. Xiaozhi stuck out her tongue and made a grimace. Feeling a hand around her back, she would touch the bone with some force, she didn't resist, but leaned on him instead.The scent of the hair on the twigs must have filled his nostrils, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face, like a silk scarf wrapped around his neck.

The singing on the stage is still going on, "Heart Like a Knife", "I Have You Along the Way", "I'll Wait Until the Flowers Are Grateful".... For nearly two hours, her cheeks were as warm as a warm water bag, pressing against Si Wang's chin and ear roots. As the concert drew to a close, Jacky Cheung sang a song that was only available after Shen's death - "She Comes to My Concert". "She came to my concert, her first love at the age of seventeen, her first date. The boy lined up all night for her, and bought a pair of tickets with half a year's savings. I sang her heart, and I sang her heartbroken... " A gust of autumn wind ruffled Xiaozhi's hair, she wrapped her arms around Si Wang's neck, and buried her head in his hard chest.Did she not want people to see her cry?Still afraid to listen to the tear-jerking song on stage?She hugged the boy so tightly that he couldn't breathe and could only breathe in the strands of her hair. Finally, the singing ended the concert with a song "Kiss Goodbye". She let go of Si Wang, wiped away her tears and looked at his face, and the chorus of "I kissed you goodbye in the wild night" could be heard in her ears.The boy's lips approached hers, but stayed less than two centimeters away, as stiff as two sculptures. At the end of the song, he never touched her lips. Only then did she say the first sentence of the whole concert: "You, not Shen Ming." Half an hour later, the crowd in the stadium cleared up, leaving only Xiao Zhi and Si Wang sitting in the middle of the empty seats, with fluorescent sticks, drink bottles and snack bags strewn all over the floor. Looking at the workers dismantling the lighting equipment on the stage, she leaned her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Hi!" "What are you going to say?" "I do not know." He took off his coat and covered it on Twig's skirt-wearing knees: "Are you cold?" "a little bit." She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths: "You know what? In five years, I will be forty." "At that time, I was also forty-seven years old." She shook her head with a wry smile, opened her eyes again, and looked at the autumn night sky. Late at night, ten o'clock. The evening wind howled violently, and a dead leaf fell on her face. Ouyang Xiaozhi bit the leaf into her mouth and chewed it up: "When you are in a hurry to lower your head and hurry, don't forget to look up at the starry sky." He didn't react for a while, but she stood up and said, "Go home, classmate Si Wang."