Chapter 11 Chapter.08 2002 Summer Solstice · Liu Lan · Cherry Blossom Festival

Before I knew it, it was already summer again.When the day keeps moving forward and the night keeps shortening, Li Xia knows that another long summer has begun.It seems to be my own illusion. I always feel that among the four seasons, summer is the longest. It seems that all the time has slowed down, walking slowly along the window sill, along the roadside, and along the edge of the lake. The printer was spitting out the newly typed documents again, and Li Xia read them page by page, and they were Fu Xiaosi's announcements for the next month, twenty-two of them, almost one every day on average.When turning to the second page, Li Xia raised his head, smiled at Xiao Si who was standing in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, and said, "You have an announcement next week with Qiqi, it's an awards ceremony, Qiqi is the best rookie of the year."

"Oh?" Fu Xiaosi raised his head, showing a rare smile, "That's just right, we can get together, it's rare to meet a big star like her, I haven't seen her for a long time. Am I going to present an award?" "Yeah. And it just so happens that you are the one who awarded it to Qi Qi." Li Xia nodded and continued to print the document. Not only Xiao Si, even Li Xia hadn't seen Qi Qi for a long time. Thinking about it carefully, the people around him became more and more legendary.Who would have imagined that the girl who loved to sing in school and would hold the microphone tightly when a group of people went to KTV to play is now the most popular newcomer in China.Who would have thought that the girl who painted traditional Chinese painting who was recommended to the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts is now a pop singer?Indeed, in many cases, fate presents amazing trajectories.

In fact, even Qiqi herself didn't know how she somehow became a popular female singer.That is to say, when I was participating in a singing competition in college, I was accidentally seen by a record company's manager, and then I went to an audition that I didn't care about, and then I was signed inexplicably. In just one year, he became Cheng Qiqi, who is now known by almost all men, women and children in China. Sometimes Lixia would be very proud when talking about friends, because her friends are all shining people in China.But every time Li Xia finished talking about Xiao Si and Qi Qi, a person's name would suddenly flash in his heart.The name flashed with black light, quietly sticking to the wall of the atrium, and with the beating of the heart, it brought waves of weak pain.

meet. In the whole year of high school, Yu Yu only wrote two letters to Li Xia.The letter briefly mentioned some of my life in Beijing.Although he deliberately avoids the difficult business and the unsatisfactory career, Lixia can still read between the lines that Yuyu's life in Beijing is not satisfactory. And that third year of high school, in Li Xia's memory, is the heavy gray cotton wool, pressing in the heart, lying in the middle of the blood vessels, preventing the flow of blood, forcibly accumulating despair in the heart, deep and shallow on the skin like a knife Shallow cut back and forth.

In the last days of the third year of high school, Li Xia put the two letters he met in his backpack every day.When you are sad, when you fail in the exam, when you are scolded by the teacher for failing, when you want to cry for no reason in the middle of the night, when you see yourself haggard in the mirror, when you see a girl in the first and second year of high school When we go shopping together on weekends and we can only be buried in the yellowed test papers, when the dim desk lamp can no longer illuminate the long dark night, Li Xia will take out those two letters to read.Watch it ten times, twenty times, thirty times.Li Xia even felt that if he kept watching like this, he would see more and more things.The black ink handwriting on the pure white letter paper has always been so clear, when Li Xia looks at those beautiful handwriting, he feels that Encounter has never been far away.She was always there, always standing behind her, in offbeat clothes, pierced ears, with a proud look like an ever-gorgeous swallowtail butterfly.

Those passages in the letter are deeply engraved in Lixia's heart, even without reciting, they will appear line by line from bottom to top like the subtitles after the end of a movie.What Lixia remembers most deeply is a passage in the second letter—— Lixia, I often think about whether I chose to leave Asakawa and Qingtian at that time, whether it was right or wrong.Thinking about it later makes you feel a deep sense of dread.The future is too long, too far away, and I still can't see clearly even though I opened my eyes wide.A lot of times I think I should go back to Asakawa, at least there are streets I am familiar with, the camphor-covered campus, the ever-gentle Qingtian and the ever-kind you.But what if you go back, you will leave Asakawa after graduation from high school, and go to another city.You will have your own dazzling life and a brighter future.And I don't want my life to continue in such a mediocre way, to marry and have children in a vulgar way, and then to grow old day by day.If life is really like this, then I would rather die in my youngest and beautiful years.I haven't read as many books as you, but I remember that a poet I liked once wrote Kuafu who chased the sun. He wrote: If you can't catch up, hit it.This is a saying I like very much.Filled with a sense of destruction.Maybe you're going to say I'm extreme again.But I would rather my life be a short and dazzling fireworks than an endless and inconspicuous dim oil lamp.So every time I think about it, I feel courageous again.So we all have to work hard, and when the wind and snow are blowing, we have to grit our teeth.

During the long summer vacation after graduating from high school, Li Xia recalled the smoky time just passed, and was full of gratitude for meeting him.In Lixia's heart, he met someone who was always so strong, even if he was pressed so that he couldn't stand up straight, he would not kneel cowardly.That kind of power, like her singing, can make people brave.Just like MARS in mythology, Lu Zhiang once used MARS to describe Xiao Si, but Li Xia felt that the person who is really like the dark god who leads people to break through the tragedy is met. "Hey... hello!" After recovering, Fu Xiaosi had already walked in front of Li Xia, and asked her, "Why are you in a daze?"

"Ah, no, I just remembered meeting you." "Well, me too. I just wanted to tell you that I want to invite you to go together? You haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" "Well, good. I'll call her." "Hello." "...Have you met? I'm Lixia." "Ah... Lixia. What's the matter?" "Well, it's nothing, how are you? I miss you very much." "Well, it's good. Some time ago, I participated in a concert with many stars. Although I didn't appear as an important person, I'm still very happy. Anyway, work hard step by step. What about you?"

"It's okay, it's pretty good. Is...do you still live in the same place as before?" "Yeah, because I'm busy, and I don't have any extra money to exchange for a better house, so I just made do with it. I'm used to it, and I don't find it hard. By the way, what can I do for you?" "Ah, I almost forgot about serious things. There will be an awards ceremony next Friday night, and Xiao Si will give awards to Qiqi. Since we haven't been together for a long time, I want you to go with me. Are you free?" "Ah! Then congratulate Qiqi for me. What kind of award is it?"

"Best newcomer of the year in the music industry." "... Oh, that's great... I'm envious... Oh, Friday, right? No problem, I should be able to ask for leave from my job in the supermarket, and then I can discuss it with the bar owner. Anyway, there is another girl who sings, You can hit it." "Well, then I'll ask someone to drive to pick you up." "Okay...well, that's right...well, do I need to wear evening clothes? I don't have too high-end clothes. Can my costume be okay? If possible, I'll ask the company to borrow it." "...Well, no problem."

"Okay, see you next Friday!" "it is good." "Whose phone number?" Duan Qiao, who was moving a case of beer, poked his head out from behind the shelf and asked. "Well, a friend asked me to go to an awards ceremony." "The awards ceremony... what is this?" "Well, do you know Fu Xiaosi? He presented the award to Cheng Qiqi. Both of them happen to be my high school classmates." "Ah! I know." Duan Qiao came out from behind the shelf, patted the ashes on his hands, and looked thoughtful, "Which fashionable painter painted "Heavenly Kingdom"?" "Yeah." Yu Yu lowered his head and counted the accounts, and didn't want to chat further on this topic. "Cheng Qiqi is also your classmate? It's amazing...I really want her autograph." Something is slowly changing in my heart. In the sentence just now, it is slightly fermented, and some strange things are produced. The pen in his hand was scribbling on the white paper irregularly, his heart was in a mess, but he said calmly, "Yeah, okay, I'll get it for you. She is my high school classmate. Although she is in a different class, it should be fine." ". Natural tone.Expressionless face.Can't see any flaws.But Duan Qiao noticed the faint glint of despondency that flashed briefly in Yu Yu's eyes. He walked over and leaned down, facing the prisoner Yuyu's face, Yuyu was startled, and said coldly: "What's wrong with you? What are you doing?" "Why not?" Duan Qiao smiled, his eyes were as gentle as the sun, "Although I want Cheng Qiqi's autograph, but if I had to choose who to sing, I would definitely choose the one named Encounter." singer." "Didn't you study architecture? What else have you learned besides learning how to cheat on girls?" With a mocking tone, his heart was like a reed in a mess in the monsoon.He is also a careful person, and he can hear his own frustration. "Also learned how to cheer others up when they're down, and how to tell when a girl really hates you and when she's just being blunt but deeply grateful for you...I'm very popular at school .” Duan Qiao turned around and continued to carry the beer crate, muttering something.Then he turned around and rushed to Yuyu with a proud expression of "don't thank me". Met and gave him a blank stare.When she lowered her head, she blushed slightly.That short "thank you" was not spoken, but it was repeated in my heart, like the echo back and forth in the valley. After answering Lixia's call, Yuyu realized that six years have passed since he first saw Lixia.My sixteen-year-old self is now twenty-two. Even Duan Qiao in front of me has known each other for four years. He has changed from a young boy who just entered the big city into a young man with a Beijing accent.The boy who used to worry about exams has already won three architectural design awards and is now directly promoted to a master's degree in architectural design.That big boy with a youthful expression and movements, that big boy who would stick to the glass window and look at the heavy snow outside in surprise, that big boy who was confused by the tortoise and the hare, now also has a sharp-edged and mature face. face.The once thin body has become strong now. On a crowded bus, you can use a pair of arms to circle a quiet space for yourself to stay in easily. The once hairy chin is now green. When kissing It will also be slightly irritating. Three full years have passed since he said "I love you" to himself for the first time. Those past events that I no longer remember for a long time, all surged up from the depths of my heart, and I felt subtle changes, as if time suddenly turned back, and everything reversed and returned to the original.Those long summers, those luxuriant camphor trees, those things that I thought I would never think of again, were all pulled out of my memory at this moment.Like a black and white negative, it reflects a familiar yet unfamiliar world. When Li Xia and the others were about to graduate from high school, they met and went back to Asakawa quietly once. At that time, I had just had a falling out with my manager, and my singing in a five-star hotel was frustrating, and my life was extremely difficult, and everything was not as smooth as I imagined.At the end of each month, take out various bills and start to calculate how much money you need this month.No matter how you calculate it, the money is not enough.Again, it's still not enough.Count again.Forget it!Afterwards, I started to feel sour. He stood up and wanted to pour a cup of hot water, but knocked over the desk calendar beside the bed.The thick desk calendar was scattered, and on each page there was a message I wrote to Qingtian.After leaving Asakawa and coming to Beijing, every day I meet, I will write down what I want to say to Qingtian on the desk calendar, which has formed a habit.In a lonely world, in a silent world, being able to talk to someone is the only comforting color in a pale life.When I met, I picked it up and turned it back page by page—— "Qingtian, winter in Beijing is colder than I imagined. Asakawa is further north, how can it be warmer than Beijing? I don't understand. I really want to ask you, but you are not around." "I took a chance to perform today. I'm so happy. I wanted to call you, but I couldn't muster the courage anyway." "Today, I saw a man wearing a red coat on the street, which was exactly the same as yours. I somehow followed him for a whole street, and then I lost it." "Do you think I am an annoying person after all?" ... When I turned over page by page, I realized that I had been away for such a long time.Those annoyed, frustrated, and weak, broke through the warning line in an instant, and tears slapped on the back of the hand, which is the temperature that has not been seen for a long time.And how long has it been since I cried? Met sat on the floor all afternoon, the setting sun slowly cut through the window, changing the light and temperature of the sky.The room was not lit, and it was dark after sunset.In these huge darkness, Yu Yu thought, I'd better go back to Asakawa. Walked cleanly. Thinking about it carefully, after half a year in Beijing, there is nothing to take away.What kind of luggage did you bring, and what kind of luggage did you bring back.Is this a kind of sadness?Can you say that my life in Beijing for the past six months has no meaning, that I have gone around in circles and returned to the original point? But there is still one more burden, and it is a big one. Encounter watching Duan Qiao who was whistling beside him, and sighed silently in his heart. I originally wanted to say goodbye to him kindly, but I didn’t expect that he would go to Asakawa to take a look at him, because I usually heard too much about the camphor in that city, so I wanted to see it without a whole piece. It's a sunny city, and it just so happens that the school is having a Universiade this week, and there are other substitute clerks in the convenience store, so I follow them shamelessly. Yu Yu originally wanted to tell him that he would never go back to Beijing when he went back, but on second thought, it's better not to say anything. The sun outside the window hangs high.The train made the familiar dull sound of rattling and rattling.Yu Yu turned his head, the sun was shining on Duan Qiao's side face, half of it was immersed in the shadow, and half of it was completely unnoticeable under the sun.With a high nose bridge, the whole person looks very energetic.The two dimples at the corners of his mouth became faintly visible when he was sleeping peacefully, and those two obvious dimples could only be seen when he smiled.I used to think that boys with dimples are too delicate and untrustworthy, but Duan Qiao doesn't give people such a feeling. It's childish at best, I think. Then I got a little sleepy.The sunshine in early summer always brings drowsiness.Met fell asleep leaning against the car window.When I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw a continuous stream of camphor trees.On both sides of the road, in the center of the community, at the entrance of the building, and in the green space between cities, there are all these wanton greenery. Asakawa, after half a year, when he stood on this familiar land again, Yu Yu couldn't tell how he felt.Everything that happened in Beijing in the past six months was like a dream, blurred and kneaded together to emit a dim white light.But now it's like waking up from a big dream, being slightly dazed by the sunlight that pierces the eyelids. Surrounded by Duan Qiao, he waved his hands and said, "It's so beautiful, it's the first time I've seen such lush camphor trees!" An ordinary sentence stirred up waves in Yu Yu's heart.At that moment, Yuyu unexpectedly remembered the description of his father in the diary left by his mother. At that time, the young father also suddenly said: "It's so beautiful, it's the first time I saw the sea!" Weird idea.I was taken aback.He would inexplicably think of his father.And that's weird enough.Is this the brat in front of you?Do not make jokes.Encounter snorted self-deprecatingly. "What are you doing?" Duan Qiao turned his head and asked with wide eyes when he heard the voice. "Why not," Yu met stood up, "Hurry up and get off with your luggage." "Come on," the tone refused to give up, "The sound of you exhaling through your nose can be heard by the deaf, hurry up, what are you doing?" Encounter and Duan Qiao agreed, let him not follow her, and she should take a good stroll in Asakawa.Because Asakawa is not big, I don't worry about Duanqiao getting lost.Encounter left her luggage in the hotel where she was staying, and then went for a walk on the street alone with a backpack on her back. Walking on the streets of Asakawa again, the familiar and strange feeling created layers of transparent halos in my heart.Asakawa is still so quiet, it seems that in another thousand or ten thousand years, it will still be like this, always a summer covered by camphor, with strong heat, wrapping people's lives in various poses and with different expressions.The wind is still running along the corner, and there are still many children walking quickly with their schoolbags on their backs and their heads down, looking at their toes. The schoolbags are filled with heavy test papers and reference books, their hair is tied up and they have long ponytails. The legs come and go freely, and the eyes trace red along the road.When seeing the gate of Asakawa No. 1 Middle School, Yu Yu woke up as if breaking out of a dream, why did he come to this place again. He didn't tell Lixia that he was coming back, and he still didn't want to disturb her.It should be the college entrance examination soon.From Li Xia's letter back to himself, it can be seen that the third year of high school is really a day like purgatory.Extreme lack of sleep, high-intensity mental consumption, fragile friendships, secret rivalries, admission places to prestigious schools, all good faces revealed ugly faces in the third year of high school. And at this moment, what is Lixia doing? Is it still the same as before, in the classroom where everyone left, listening to Fu Xiaosi help her explain her difficult chemistry problems?Oh, probably not, Lixia has already transferred to liberal arts.Are you walking through the lush camphor trees with your lunch box towards the school cafeteria, or are you standing on the balcony and looking at the science building opposite, just like you were looking at the liberal arts building when you didn't leave?Or sitting by the lake in the school, carrying those long English entries.Or are you walking alone through the sunny but extremely long corridor outside the lecture theater? All the imaginations are formed in the mind in an instant, and then disappear in an instant, and new imaginations are generated.However, these are only in my own imagination, and I dare not walk into the door when I meet them. The twilight is all in one.The light gradually dimmed.Occasionally, some commuting students would push their bicycles out of the shed, ride them out of the school gate, and ride into the downtown area of ​​Asakawa along the downhill mountain roads lined with camphor trees. Those students passed by the side they met, looked at them occasionally, or simply ignored them.At that moment, Yuyu felt that he had never been integrated with this place, and those young boys and girls were the masters of this place, and he seemed like a passerby many years ago.At that moment, sad emotions slowly spread from the bottom of my heart, like a chemical experiment on diffusion done before, a drop of ink dripped into colorless pure water, and then slowly, slowly, stained a glass of water. into black. In fact, in the idea I met, I should go back to Asakawa silently, find Qingtian, the only person I trust and can show weakness in front of him, hold him and cry, and cry all the grievances I suffered in Beijing Come out, and then return to the peaceful life with Qingtian before, and don't tell Lixia that they are back, and have been quietly waiting for them to graduate from high school and leave Asakawa.She didn't want Lixia to see a failed self, and tell them that she had come back after Lixia and the others went to another city. But at the moment when Yu met and walked to the door of STAMOS, these imaginations were like water splashed in the middle of the hot road in the scorching sun, and turned into white steam and evaporated, leaving no trace of water. Like it never happened. When I met and saw Qingtian walking out of STAMOS holding a girl's hand, my heart was like a quiet lake deep in the forest, without a single ripple, even after the violent whirlwind, the water surface was still as smooth as a mirror.Knocking back with the knuckles of your fingers will echo in the forest with a hollow knocking sound, like someone knocking on a closed door.The mirror reflects the once splendid years and the person who bestowed them. In front of him was Qingtian's stunned and panicked face, his handsome facial features showed a flustered and astonished expression, which was still so clear in the dim twilight.At the moment his expression changed, he quickly let go of the girl's hand, and then froze in the air in embarrassment.The girl noticed the strange change in the atmosphere in an instant, first raised her head and looked at Qingtian, who seemed to be petrified instantly, and then followed Qingtian's motionless eyes, and saw the girl standing not far in front of Qingtian, with messy short hair , a deadpan face, and a rucksack that slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "snap".Familiar color, familiar style, and the exact same backpack hanging behind the door of Qingtian's house. When meeting saw the two clenched hands let go, there was no joy, and even a strong disgust and deep despair.She even thought it was a bit ridiculous, Qingtian, what do you think if you let go of your hand at such a time, would it make any difference?In the face-to-face embarrassment, what is it if you let go of your hand like this?Is it because my heart owes me, or because I can't hide my panic? But when these thoughts were still lingering in Yuyu's mind, when these thoughts were still surging fiercely, another simple action happened, and this action, in front of Yuyu's eyes, seemed to be often seen in movies. The slow close-up shots appeared, bit by bit, bit by bit, eating away the flesh and bones under the body. In that slow-motion shot, Qingtian raised his hand slowly again, groping for the girl's hand, then held it even harder, and firmly never let go.Like a demonstration, like showing off, like a display, like a flag planted on the hill of victory, at that moment pushed the encounter into the bottomless abyss. The world returns to darkness at that moment.And in my memory, the handsome boy who gave him a ring with gauze wrapped around his fingers, the senior who blushed and called his name on the stairs of junior high school, and the young boy who was sleeping beside his pillow breathing quietly, at this moment, Died in the boundless darkness. A thousand birds flew past. Bring the most gorgeous funeral in summer, and also take away the memories lost in the years. There is a vast expanse of white land left, on which the sunlight tramples out a void of pain. It seemed that there was no need to speak anymore, but he still greeted abruptly, as if another self was talking to himself. "Qingtian... are you okay?" "Well, it's okay... are you back?" "No, it's just a work holiday in Beijing, come back and have a look. Your girlfriend?" "Well, her name is Lin Tian. She is also singing at STAMOS now." Also sings in STAMOS. The word "also" pierced hard in my heart, like the skin test I did before the injection when I was a child. The sharp needle picked up a layer of skin, and then quickly injected painful toxins. "Hello, my name is Encounter, and I was...a former classmate of Qingtian, from junior high school. After graduating, I went to Beijing." The girl looked flustered, she didn't dare to answer, she subconsciously leaned behind Qingtian, that kind of weakness, all boys should want to protect it.Even myself, there will be slight fluctuations in my heart.So, I deserved that no one wanted me, how could such a strong character gather in a girl's body. "Meet you, how are you in Beijing?" "It's okay, I also sing there, and I have participated in several concerts, I also have fans!" The forced smile is filled with false happiness in the night. "That's good... I'm still worried about your bad life, ha, it's useless to worry." The expression of relief, the handsome facial features, the familiar smell from being close, everything is still the Qingtian in memory, the sentence "I'm worried for nothing" made a big hole in my heart, and blood gushed out.You can't smell the smell of blood in the air. "Well, I said when I left that I will live a good life. I have been such a child since I was a child." Just as the strong smile was struggling, suddenly a long shout appeared behind him, following the long "meet" in the air, a boy with neat short hair ran over, with a clean face, and Qing Tian He is of average height, and the travel bag on his back gives off a sense of nomadism. "Haha, I actually bumped into you, huh?" Duan Qiao looked at the embarrassing scene in front of him, touched his head, pointed to Qing Tian and Lin Tian, ​​"Your friend?" "Well," the smiling face appeared again, as naturally as holding Duan Qiao's hand, "Qingtian, Lin Tian." Yu Yu leaned her head on Duan Qiao's shoulder, and continued, "My boyfriend, Duan Qiao." Duan Qiao almost lost his balance and fell, but luckily Yu Yu supported him and pinched his arm hard. Is it a hint?Forget it.Duan Qiao is also a smart boy, so he generously stretched out his hand towards Qingtian, "Well, hello, I'm the boyfriend I met, she must have been very headstrong before, she caused you trouble, please give me some advice .” On the faces of the two boys, one had a bright smile and the other was disappointed and sad.Qingtian looked at Yu Yu with a bright smile in front of him, and felt infinitely lost in his heart, as if he was thrown from a tall building, never touching the ground, falling and falling, every time he felt that he should fall to the bottom, his flesh and blood would be bloody. But it continued to fall, endlessly. "Hi, my name is Qingtian, I'm a senior I met before, please give me your advice." Hands clasped together.They are all the powerful arms of boys full of blood vessels.Both are knuckle-protruding fingers.However, one hand was clean and blank, and on the ring finger of the other hand was the extremely familiar ring.A ring that was exactly the same as his own. Meet quietly put the hand wearing the ring into the pocket, lowered his head, thinking in a trance, this is really a perfect farewell, like a handover ceremony. Qingtian turned the corner of the street, he who had been silent just now suddenly squatted down and sat on the ground against the wall, his throat was choked and he let out a sobbing sound. How can you appear in front of me again?How can I think of you again? How can you wish me happiness as if nothing had happened? How can you forget so many things that I can't forget? Qingtian felt his eyes hurt, and wiped them with the back of his hand only to find tears in his hand.When he looked up, he saw many birds flying in the evening sky. Met, why didn't I walk with you back then?You who thought you were self-willed at the beginning, now it seems that there is nothing that cannot be tolerated. It's just that no one gave up, and everyone said goodbye together and walked in different directions without looking back. So the setting sun closed the heavy door.No one can push it away. When I meet you walk with your head down, try to think about other things.Otherwise, tears will fall. On the other hand, Duan Qiao beside him walked with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and he could see that he was slightly excited. "Hey," my face was a little red, and two dimples appeared at the corners of my mouth, "how about I really be your boyfriend. I will be a very good architect in the future! Although my family is not very rich, I will Work hard to make money..." "Don't follow me!" The sudden outburst of emotion scared me even when I met myself.Duan Qiao stood there in a daze, not realizing what was going on.Seeing Yuyu going further and further away, gradually disappearing into the crowd, I felt lost in my heart. Duan Qiao muttered to himself: "You must think I'm joking, but... I'm serious." The injured face, the expression of innocence, gradually melted into the night of Asakawa, and flowed into a sad song between the camphor and the dense branches and leaves of the camphor. When I left Asakawa by train, I met the platform that was constantly receding outside the window, and a voice in my heart said to myself, this time I really left, really, I left.Tears flowed down his cheeks and into the corners of his mouth.It turns out that the bitter tears described in literary works are all true. Yu Yu turned around and suddenly saw Duan Qiao's particularly sad face.In an instant, Li Xia's face when he saw him off half a year ago emerged from the depths of his memory, overlapping with Duan Qiao's sad eyes in front of him, and his sad emotions were instantly magnified.Just when Yu met her throat was so choked that she couldn't speak, she heard Duan Qiao's short but clean voice. Architecture is a frozen note. Sound is a solid promise. The train was emitting white smoke, and amidst the long whistle, Duan Qiao said: "I love you." "Hey," being patted on the head, he pulled out from the long memory, as if he had a dream, a long, long dream, "what are you thinking about?" "No." He lowered his head and sorted out the accounts. "Don't be stubborn," Duan Qiao grinned, revealing childish dimples, "I allow you to cheat mentally for three minutes." "Then I thank you." "You're welcome." Duan Qiao was half angry and half angry with her, so he turned around and continued to move things. Encounter looking at Duan Qiao, the heart seems to be crumpled together by gentle hands. I am no longer that unruly and willful girl. But this kind of me has nothing to do with you. The awards ceremony that day was very successful. When Fu Xiaosi came on stage, many of his book fans shouted. The host even joked that Fu Xiaosi looked more like a star than a star.Qi Qi was wearing a red evening gown, her hair was tied up high, and her whole body was radiating light.Li Xia looked at the two of them standing on the stage, and for a moment even felt that they were a good match.This feeling even made me feel funny. Later, when Qiqi sang, she no longer had the voice of a girl in high school, but now Qiqi's voice was full of popular femininity.In the thunderous applause of the audience, Li Xia turned his head and saw the envious light shining in Yu Yu's eyes, as well as the tears accumulated in his eyes. Li Xia turned his head to look at the stage, and couldn't bear to watch Encounter again, because such an encounter made people want to cry. Lixia thought, Qiqi's current appearance should have appeared in the dreams she met countless times.I hope that one day, God can bestow glory on Met and give her the light all over her body. After the evening ceremony, a group of people went to KTV to drink together.This KTV is opened by F of Litong Media. F is currently one of the best managers in the domestic music scene, with countless popular singers in his hands. A group of people opened a PARTY private room inside, and then chatted and chatted, drank and drank, punched and punched, and made a fuss.Li Xia even felt as if he had returned to the high school graduation carnival, when all the people were as crazy as they are today. Later, Li Xia drank a little too much, so he called Encounter to sing.Because since high school, Lixia has never heard Encounter's singing again.Even when they came to Beijing later, the two of them didn't meet many times. When they met, they just sat down to drink and chat. Li Xia started to cry while chatting. Every time they ended up running out of the coffee shop when they met each other. Otherwise, everyone would look at these two young and beautiful girls like animals, one with tears in her eyes, and the other blushing in embarrassment, so Lixia had to drag Yuyu to sing a song today, Yuyu couldn't hold her back, so she had to hold the microphone and start singing. At first, Li Xia yelled at everyone to stop talking, and went to slap everyone one by one to tell them not to punch and drink, and listen to music first, it would be a huge loss, but no one paid any attention to her.Seeing that she was drinking too much, Fu Xiaosi pulled her to his side, hugged her, and told her to stop jumping and screaming, "If others don't listen, let's listen." But after I met and started to sing, the voice of the crowd gradually became quieter. In the end, no one spoke in the entire PARTY private room. Those who drank, punched, chatted, and drunk, They all raised their heads slowly amidst the singing. I met them but didn't look at them, I closed my eyes and immersed myself in my own world.In the end, Li Xia stopped making trouble, and curled up obediently in Fu Xiaosi's arms.As for Qi Qi, she stood quietly in the corner with no expression on her face, but it could be seen that she was listening to Yu Yu's singing very attentively. Those gorgeous singing voices, like the ones I sang for myself on my birthday in the first year of high school, clearly emerged from the air, and there were large expanses of rapidly changing strange colors in front of my eyes.Li Xia felt a dull pain in his chest, it was the kind of soreness that was shaken away.这么多年过去，遇见的声音依然高亢嘹亮，穿透厚厚的云层，冲向遥远的天国。 在最后歌声结束人们爆发出的掌声里，立夏在角落里捂着嘴小声地哭起来。 回到家的时候已经凌晨三点了。 躺在床上睡不着，手上一直拿着那张名片看来看去。借着床头灯可以清晰地看到名片上F的名字和所有的联系方式。耳边反复响起F的话：“如果你想做歌手的话，就联系我。我觉得你可以。” "I think you can." 遇见觉得离开浅川独自来北京时的那种沸腾的感觉又回来了。全身的血液仿佛都燃烧起来，带着不可抗拒的热度，冲上黑色的天空。 那些蛰伏了几年的理想，又从心里柔软的角落里苏醒了。 在那个颁奖典礼结束仅仅两天之后，报纸上就开始莫名其妙出现傅小司和七七的绯闻，那张傅小司在台上拥抱七七表示鼓励的照片频繁地出现在各家报纸上。 工作室也开始天天接到记者的电话，问傅小司是不是和当红歌手程七七在一起。立夏每次都是说没有没有，解释到后来就越来越火大。挂了电话心里就在念：不！他的女朋友是一个年轻可爱善良诚实的助手！是助手！ 气得胸闷。每次抬起头都看到傅小司一副事不关己幸灾乐祸的样子，还咧着嘴笑，立夏就更气，搞得好像没他什么事一样。而每当这个时候，傅小司就会过去抱抱她，说：“这种事你也要生气啊，不是已经在这个圈子里这么久了么？还不习惯这些胡说八道的东西啊？” 立夏想了想也对，前段时间立夏的另一个朋友也是被莫名其妙地卷进一桩绯闻里，立夏还取笑过那位朋友呢。现在事情落到自己身上，虽说是心里明白，可总归不甘心。 后来七七也打电话过来，两个人在电话里你一言我一语地大骂记者，骂了一通觉得解气了，心情就变得很好。立夏心里觉得七七还是像以前高中时的那个样子，什么事情都跟着自己站一边，喜欢同样的东西，大骂同样的东西，尽管现在是大明星，可是在立夏眼里，七七还是和以前一样善良而可爱的。 挂掉电话之后，立夏回过头去看到傅小司一脸放光的样子，甚至嘴角都忍不住要笑出来。立夏觉得肯定有什么事情，于是上下打量着傅小司，傅小司都被看得不自在了。 立夏笑了笑，说：“嘿，小子你捡钱包啦？” “不是啊。”傅小司咧开嘴笑了笑说，“他要回来了。” “他？谁啊？” “陆之昂。” “……真的假的啊？！你什么时候知道的呀？” “就在你刚刚和七七在电话里大骂的时候啊，我打开信箱，就看到他发给我的Email了。明天下午四点的飞机到北京。” "So fast?" “嗯……这小子也是刚刚才告诉我的呢。立夏你去跟公司说一下，把我明天的通告都推掉吧。” “嗯，好，我现在去。” 傅小司站在高大的落地窗边，望着脚下的北京城。 抬起头，很多的飞鸟从天空飞过去。天空显现出夏天特有的湛蓝。一些浮云在天上缓慢地移动着。从陆之昂离开，到现在，一晃已经四年过去了。自己都没发觉，还一直觉得陆之昂的离开似乎是半年前的事情，他的音容笑貌在记忆里都如从前一样的深刻。 可能是因为彼此一直都在写信联系，而且从小到大那么多年培养的感情，所以即使分别了四年，比起以前的相处，也只是一段短暂的时光。也许对于别人来说，四年足够改变一切事情，可是对于自己和陆之昂而言，仅仅是一次分开旅行。各自看了些不同的风景，各自消磨了一小段人生。 而那些刻在香樟里的回忆，永远都像是最清晰的画面。 闭上眼睛，他还是站在校门口的香樟下提着书包等着自己放学。 他还是会在黄昏的时候和自己一起把自行车从车棚推出来然后一起回家。 他还是会和自己一起穿越半个城市只为了去吃一碗路边的牛肉面。 他还是会和自己拉着宙斯去大街上随便乱逛。 从高二起就穿XL号校服的他依然会取笑比他矮大半个头的自己。 依然会和自己打架打到满身尘土满面笑容。 依然会在游泳池里拍打着水花，沉默地游着一个又一个来回。 所以他其实从来都未曾远离过。他一直都在这里。 举目望去，地平线的地方是一片绿色，应该是个公园。那些绿色绵延在地平线上，渲染出一片宁静的色泽。已经是盛夏了。家乡的凤凰花，应该又是开出了一季的灿烂了吧。 傅小司想着这些，眯起眼睛笑起来。 电话在这个时候突兀地响起来。 立夏在的时候都是立夏接电话，可是这个时候立夏不在。傅小司把电话接起来就听到一个陌生的声音。那人问：“傅小司先生在吗？” “在啊，我就是。” “我是风云日报的记者。请问您看过一本叫做《春花秋雨》的画集吗？” “嗯，有啊，一年前我在网上看过前面的部分。” “您觉得怎么样啊？” “嗯我觉得很好啊，而且我也尝试过那种风格，很漂亮呢。” “相对于你而言，《春花秋雨》的作者应该比你名气小很多吧，几乎没有人知道她的。” “嗯，好像是哦。” “那你们画画的人会在创作中模仿别人的绘画风格吗？” “嗯，应该都会吧，像我们从小开始学美术的时候都会临摹很多老师的画作呢，然后要到自己真正成熟了才会形成自己的风格，并且也一直要不断地学习别人新的东西，才能充实自己啊。” “那你认识《春花秋雨》的作者么？” “不认识。没接触过呢。” “那你想要和她联系吗？” “也可以啊。” “好的谢谢您。” "You're welcome." 所有的问题都是陷阱。 所有的问题都隐藏着预设的技巧。 所有的对话都是一场灾难。 傅小司像个在树洞里冬眠的松鼠，沉浸在甜美而温暖的睡梦中，却不知道暴风雪已经逼近了树洞的大门。他还沉浸在对陆之昂的回忆里，时而因为想起两个人好笑的事情而开怀，时而因为想起以前难过的事情而皱起眉头。 他不知道，在自己的前面，是一条大地震震出的峡谷，深不见底。 而一切都是龙卷风袭来前的平静假象。地上的纸屑纹丝不动，树木静止如同后现代的雕塑。那些平静的海水下面，是汹涌的暗流，推波助澜地翻涌着前进。