(1) "How to make me meet you, in my most beautiful moment." This is the sentence in the first and only love letter Tutu wrote to me. Although I know that this sentence is not original by Tutu, but from a poem by a famous poetess, every time I think of it, I still sigh. When Tutu met me, we were really in the most beautiful moment, the most disgusting and most dazzling youth. She was my first love. At that time, I was still a non-job student in the Department of Electronics. I dropped my homework a few days a week and went to a bar in the city center to sing.A guitar and a decent voice are all my performance tools.

Later, like-minded people gradually joined in, first Zhang Muer and then monsters. The monster is the bassist and Zhang Muer is the drummer. We formed a band called Twelve Nights. It wasn't a very famous bar and the venue was very unprofessional.Simply put, it is impossible to have drums every time, and it is not possible to use bass all the time.So most of the time I was still alone, plucking a few simple chords and singing some popular or old-fashioned songs. In fact, the income from singing in bars is not high, and what I care about is not money, but the feeling of being able to sing in the dark.

That noisy and lonely feeling is infinitely close to freedom. In that place where everyone has their own concerns, no one actually cares about your sorrows and joys, all they hear is singing.If they are lucky, of course they occasionally recall this moment in their lives, and they will suddenly remember that there is someone singing like this in the lonely and empty background; they will not remember the appearance of this person, but the distant and vague singing will make them Melancholy. This is the music in my heart. It may never be in people's mind like food, clothing, housing and transportation, but it can secretly record all the time of life.At least, when I recall every period of time, there will be music in the background.Life is such a long and turbulent road, only singing can make people rest-later, I will deliberately mark each period of time with music, so that I will not forget it.

For example, the day I met Tutu, in my memory, was marked as: Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny. Because her arrival was overwhelming, by accident, and by fate, I couldn't hide, and of course, I didn't want to hide. It can also be said that she has always been there, and she is a frequent visitor to this small bar.I've seen her vaguely before, but at that time she was no different from a girl who likes to go to bars. She was well dressed, had flashy eyes, and was always hanging out with some boys who didn't look like good people. I've never been a fan of girls like this.At that time, I was twenty-one years old and had my own expectations for love.I stubbornly think that my future girlfriend will be that kind of classical girl, with black hair and dark eyes, cheerful, kind and gentle, and of course, very beautiful.

Before the day I met Tutu, I knew nothing about fate. My working hours start at eight o'clock and I sing intermittently for three hours.Then, the bar owner bought me a drink and paid me my wages for the night.That day I lowered my head and drank a glass of orange juice. The night was a bit late, and the music in the bar was replaced by explosive dance music. With the bizarre faces under the lights, I was actually a little drowsy. What woke me up was the sound of wine glasses breaking, and the vocals suddenly became sharper.Someone is fighting!Some people ran, some fought, and it was chaotic.This is a common thing in bars, and I am used to it. My first reaction was to go to the boss to settle my wages. When I rushed to the bar with my guitar on my back, I heard a man screaming: "You just leave like this? How dare you Go? You go, I killed your whole family!"

It was not particularly clear in the dark, but I still saw that his round head was attacked by a glass of liquid of unknown origin, and his few remaining hairs were glued together by the liquid, which was very interesting. Since it's funny, of course I'm going to laugh. The guy who suffered immediately pointed the finger at me: "What are you laughing at? How dare you laugh? Are you with her?" He waved his stubby arms, and several people surrounded me. I think the situation is wrong. , without thinking too much, with a right uppercut, he knocked down one neatly. Before I had time to regret my impulsive behavior, I saw one of the people around me pull out a switchblade.I overturned the table next to me, shattered the bottles, and screamed at the bar.The man flashed by and rushed towards me with a knife in his hand. I clenched my fists and was ready to fight, but at this moment someone grabbed my sleeve and shouted in my ear, "Run!"

Then, she pulled me and started running.It was a soft and boneless little hand, which made my heart tremble. I just carried my guitar on my back like this, clumsy, and my brain was short-circuited by that hand.The group of people chased them out cursing, the sound of crackling footsteps was chaotic, and the people around them asked heavily, "What if you can't run away?" How could it be impossible to escape? I am familiar with every alley here.I pulled her and quickly turned into an inaccessible alley, went deep and passed through an abandoned gatehouse, and after a turn, there was a busy avenue, bright and noisy, extremely safe.

We pause for breath.She bent over, pressed her hands to her knees, looking exhausted. To be honest, I was also quite tired, but I finally had the leisure to look at her.First of all, she is a woman.Secondly, she is very cold, and the morning and evening in the late summer are already chilly, but she is still wearing a short skirt, showing two well-proportioned and beautiful long legs. For the sake of my legs, I decided to be polite to her: "Are you okay?" I asked transactionally. She doesn't answer. "Are you okay?" I raised my voice. She suddenly raised her head and stared at me, that kind of straight stare, her eyes were watery and bottomless, I was stunned for a moment.

"Is it really safe?" She asked, timidly, with a little tentative meaning. After getting my affirmative answer, she froze for a second or two and started laughing out loud.I've never seen a girl laugh so presumptuously, she rubbed her legs while laughing, and at the same time she didn't forget to tease out of breath: "Hey, do you think the new hairstyle I designed for that scorpion is cool?" Not cool?" "Hey," I felt the need to figure out the whole story, "who are you? What's your name? What do you do? Why are those people bothering you?"

She suddenly restrained her smile and became more serious. "You don't know me?" She pointed to her nose, "Are you sure?" I am sure. She froze for a moment, judging whether I was trying to make her happy.Then, she finally figured out the situation with a puzzled look on her face: "Then why did you mess with them? Why did you save me?" I swear, I didn't mean to!All my mistakes are just that I have too much sense of humor, so that I accidentally fall into the trap that fate has planned for me long ago. "I thought you had your eye on me too, God." She sighed idiotically, "I didn't know you didn't!" Then she patted my shoulder hard, "Dare, you are a good person!"

I rely on! I almost turned around immediately and left this bad girl who felt so good about herself to blow off the air, but by accident, I didn't.Instead, she and I began to walk slowly along the curb. She still hadn’t recovered from the life-threatening run just now. I guess she was the kind of person who became more nervous as she became more nervous. Express meaning. However, even so, I finally figured out slowly, what is her name, what does she do, and of course why the group of people wanted to clean her up. It was a bit of a drama, but she really entered my life. "What's it called?" I pressed and pressed my curiosity, but couldn't help asking. "My name is Tutu, the picture of Tutu. I study in a municipal vocational high school, majoring in accounting, probably because I really don't know what I'm studying." The above is her opening remarks, very confused, very Tutu characteristic.But she was beautiful, and I had to admit it when I was a little shaken enough to measure her correctly as a boy looks at a girl.She was dressed in black, and I have never seen any girl wear black so stylishly. She wore a long obsidian bracelet exaggeratedly on her wrist, and she kept raising her hands to brush the hair on her forehead , looks really bright. "You also know, what are the good books for vocational high schools? Boys comment on the 'four beauties' when they have nothing to do. I am one of them, and," she added with some complacency, "is also the most beautiful." "Then those boys will fight for me. In fact, they don't necessarily like me very much, but they just like to fight. Is it good to have face? But, anyway, I'm used to boys fighting for me. If I don’t fight, I feel like I have nothing to do, and life is very meaningless, really.” "Vanity." I commented. "Vanity is vanity!" She didn't care, "Isn't life all about being vain?" She walked in the evening wind with her head held high, like a proud deer, with an indifference that disdain to explain to anyone. "Do you think it's terrible to fight like this today? Actually, those hooligans are also here. Didn't I just spend thousands of dollars on him to buy a sling? After spending his money, he thought he could do something to me? Kill him My whole family, I don’t even know where my whole family is, thank you so much.” "Thousands of slings! Miss!" I was mad. She turned her face very sensitively: "Miss? You said I am a miss? Keep your mouth clean!" Probably my innocent expression made her realize that she was overprotective immediately. She grabbed my skirt, a little proud, and a little He timidly condescended to explain to me, "Actually, he hasn't even held my hand, really. I've seen that kind of man a lot." I gently pulled the skirt out of her palm.No matter how beautiful she is, we really are not the same. Sayu la la, let's go. (2) I walked quickly with my guitar on my back, looking for the stop sign of No. 62. Our school is in the suburbs dozens of kilometers away, and the bus is the only one.But she followed me so firmly that I had to turn around and suggest to her, "Can you go home by yourself?" "Go home?" she laughed. "Are you talking about my father's house or my mother's house? My father's house is in Shenyang, and my mother's house is in Chongqing." She put her hands on her waist, and she was a little provocative, "Or do you mean the dormitory? I'm sorry, my roommate just put me Throwing things out because her boyfriend was chasing me." I looked at her in disbelief and she looked at me with a mocking expression on her face.There wasn't a trace of pain on her face, and I kind of suspected she was lying. "Well," I said, "I'm sorry, but..." "But you're going to miss the last bus!" She said briskly, "So you're a good baby. If you miss the last bus, you won't be able to go home. I want my mother..." She frowned and made a crying face. I'm not a child, and you used aggressive methods?A 62 just happened to come over, and I didn't even bother to call her again, and I was about to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as I took a step. "You!" she yelled behind me, "you're not enough friends!" Who are you friends with?Sorry, sorry, do I know that guy?One of my feet was already on the bus. At this moment, someone pulled my guitar vigorously. I lost my center of gravity and fell down. I staggered several times and leaned against a tree by the side of the road. Look at her again, she is smiling and gesticulating "go go go" to the bus conductor. The bus left.I want to cry but have no tears.She was still the same, looking at me with a half-smile but not a smile, as if she was asking: "Now, what should I do?" I was annoyed: "Tell me, what do you want to do?" "You saved me, you must be responsible to the end." "I shouldn't have saved you, I was wrong, can I change my career?" "It's too late." I didn't bother to talk to her, sat down on the curb and started checking my guitar.This is my baby and eating guy. I just hit a tree, a person, and a wall. I don't know if I hurt my muscles or bones.I dialed a prelude, but fortunately, everything is normal. "I've heard you sing, your voice is broken, but you still have feelings." She sat down next to me in a sluggish manner, and I moved a little away to keep a distance from her. "What did you play just now? It sounds familiar." She had nothing to say. "Norwegian woods." I try to be as polite as possible. "Oh, I know this, what Wubai is that!" She immediately hummed feeling good about herself, "Let me take your heart off and try to melt it slowly..." "Stop, stop!" I couldn't bear it anymore, "This is the Norwegian Wood of the Beatles, Norwegian Wood, can you be a bit cultured?" "You are educated, but you can sing!" She was not to be outdone. Sing and sing, afraid of you.I opened my voice, and the first sentence "I once had a girl" shocked her.I am secretly proud.Hehe, to be honest, I am quite handsome when I play the guitar and sing, and I am recognized as the most girl-friendly one in the "Twelve Nights" band. I have also received dozens of love letters in the past six months. She looked at me in the dark, I saw those familiar admiration in her eyes, and asked her stinkingly: "Are you convinced?" "Damn it," she actually swears, "what's the point of singing songs that no three people in the world have ever heard? If you want to sing other people's songs as your own, or simply write them yourself, that's brilliant!" "You are blatantly jealous." I said, "I have to catch the last bus back to school Happy, please stay with me." "What time is the last bus?" She asked with a smile. "Eleven thirty." I looked at my watch, there were five minutes left. "Actually, you might as well sing me another song." She suggested. "why?" "Because your watch is broken." Only then did I take a closer look at the old watch on my wrist. It has been with me for three years. Although it has been in water a few times, it is still in good condition overall.But now, poor thing, the watch glass is broken into pieces and the hands are motionless - a by-product of that uppercut, it seems. Looking back now, I was not very annoyed at the time, on the contrary, I felt a little lucky.That was the case that day. I met Tutu, and then everything was prepared for our meeting. It was a bit of a coincidence, a bit weird, but it was just a sweet foreshadowing. The watch broke and time stopped.So she stays in my life. A literary youth like me is destined to pay something for such a bourgeois feeling.When I was sensitive to this, I felt unpromisingly uneasy, so I decided to go ahead and walk home. Of course she followed. I continued to walk, and she continued to follow. By the turn of the second street corner, I stopped.Turning around, she tilted her head and smiled at me.It seems that this girl is determined to cling to me today. "Why are you following me?" I asked nonsense. "Sing one more song?" She came forward and shook my arm, "Can I order a song?" I pretended to be modest: "I have a bad voice, forget it." "Fake modesty." She hummed. After humming, she began to sing by herself.We were walking and stopping on the side of the road bored, and she hummed intermittently all the way. At first, it was just some messy and out of tune phrases. Jumping from one song to another, the last sentence was still my sun, and the next sentence immediately became Jay Chou's ability to talk all kinds of things is amazing. When she started to sing a song with concentration, I can't remember.It is likely that she will only sing the climax, but it can be seen that she likes this song, so there is a kind of focus that she didn't realize when she sang.That kind of concentration attracted me to look at her secretly. She raised her face slightly, her fair skin was soaked in moonlight, and there was a kind of holy light in her eyes.Yes, that’s the word, holy. Although it seems extremely exaggerated today, it was absolutely true what I felt at the time.I am really glad that I punched that punch, because whoever dares to violate such a beautiful girl is heinous and unforgivable. In my memory, at that moment, everything was completely silent. In my world, there was only Tutu's singing. She sang seriously: "Ah, if we can't be together forever, at least give us the courage to miss and hug each other." Right, so that you can understand the traces of my heart..." Thinking about it later, I just lost in this song.It was Lin Xiaopei's "Heartbeat", but when she sang it, she immediately tagged it as Tutu.It was at that moment that I realized that her voice was unrivaled, with strong bass and treble, slightly hoarse, and sounded a little nervous, but it didn't detract from its charm. Feeling that I was listening attentively, her singing stopped abruptly.She glanced at me secretly, and even looked a little embarrassed, but her mouth was as strong as ever: "How about it, I'm better than you if I just hum." "You like this song?" I changed the subject. She thought about it. "Actually, I like that movie. The people in it are so pitiful. They obviously love each other, but they keep misunderstanding and misunderstanding, hesitate and hesitate, and accidentally pass the whole life. The handsome guy turns into an old man, which made me cry to death in the movie theater." I am silent.I have also watched "Heartbeat", and I still remember that at the end of the film, Zhang Aijia looked at the old photos on the plane. The past was full of clouds and clouds, blurring the youthful and smiling face.After a long time, I rewatched this movie and suddenly realized, oh, it turns out that pain is a necessary journey in life, and loss can be seen in the same way. But until today I didn't tell Tutu that "Heartbeat" is also my favorite movie.I don’t know why, maybe I’m afraid that I like it, which is a bit of a deliberately flattery, or maybe I’m afraid that she will think that a boy who likes to watch literary films lacks masculinity. In short, when you like someone, you will become like that Worrying about gains and losses is unreasonable. After she finished singing, I asked her affectionately, "Are you tired?" "Talk to me in this tone?" She raised her head up. "Are you trying to pick me up? Have you forgotten that we just met tonight?" The stinkiest girl in the world! But how do I see her getting cuter and cuter? "Let's do this." She seemed to think hard for a while, and then said, "You saved me tonight, so I should thank you anyway, even though I'm a beautiful woman, even though you saved me voluntarily, even though I Not very rich, although I am already very tired tonight, but I still plan to invite you to drink soy milk!" Drink...soya milk? This thank you is a bit of a novelty. "What?" She said strangely, "Has no one offered you soy milk?" "No." I honestly shook my head. "So," she patted me heavily on the shoulder, "try it out!" She exerted a lot of force, and my shoulder collapsed when she slapped it. I couldn't get up for a long time, but there was a sweet and sour feeling of pain.Experiencing this inexplicable feeling, I, who has always been cool, did not express any objection to this, and followed her.She pulled my sleeves and walked vigorously in front, her long hair was casually tied into a beautiful bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth neck.I was sort of a celebrity in school back then, and got the attention of a lot of girls with my guitar, but I was, really, never in love.Being pulled by her like this, I seemed to be pulled into a dream. I didn't know if I was awake or dreaming. I guess I must look stupid enough. Within one stop, we saw a town god's temple snack. It seems that she really knows the way as she said.She continued to walk to the counter with ease and said to the waitress: "Two cups of soy milk." The expression was as generous as if she wanted two cups of bird's nest. I have already found a table as far away as possible to sit down, and she walked up to me with a soy milk: "This is the first time I have spent money on a treat this year." "Thank you." I said seriously. "And you, you sing well, but you just can't let it go." She took a sip of the soy milk and began to point fingers at me, "How can you become a star in the future?" "I never wanted to be a star," I had to tell her. "Huh?" She opened her eyes, "Then why are you singing?" "Singing is for the sake of singing." I don't know how to answer.Talk about "music" with someone you just met, please, I'm not that gross yet. She looked at me with interest, and stirred the soy milk with a straw: "Actually, I really want to be a star." "why?" "Because it's a waste for me not to be a star. Every day, people who are not as good as me jump around on the TV all day long. You don't feel bad, but I still feel bad!" Since what she said was actually true, I did not refute it with dignity. "But how are you going to be a star?" I asked. "I can go to the imitation show," she scratched her head without shyness, "Do you think I look like Vivian Hsu? I'm just a little taller than her." "You are prettier than her." "I know this, I don't need you to remind me." I pour.Then I was embarrassed, so I had to bury my head and drink soy milk.The small cup was quickly sucked to the bottom.This made me even more embarrassed, because I always felt it was a sin to occupy a table in a restaurant without eating or drinking.What's even more hateful is that Tutu immediately found my empty glass and shouted in a fuss: "Oh my God, drink so fast? Please, do you think you are the Loch Ness monster?" There were not many people in the fast food restaurant. When she yelled so earth-shatteringly, all eyes were on us. "Well, let me teach you a way to use the leftover soybean milk to last until dawn." Seeing me like this, she felt a little sorry. "That's it, look," she licked the straw lightly, "only drink a little at a time. You have to protect the beautiful things so that they don't disappear too quickly. That's how I am! So every time The next day, I still have a big cup of soy milk, I can drink it in one gulp and then go out, I feel the air is so fresh, life is so cute!" "What if it rains?" I asked in an ugly voice. "It can't always rain." She said with certainty, "By the way, I don't know your name yet?" "Lin Nanyi." "explain?" "Lin, Lin of the woods, Nan, Nan of the South, one," I looked at the table and said, "One for a cup of soy milk." "Hahahahaha, like the heroine of a literary film." She wrinkled her nose.Then she raised the cup of soy milk, happily: "Okay, a cup of soy milk in the southern woods, for our meeting, cheers." Maybe something should have happened that night. But nothing happened. Both Tutu and I were so sleepy, lying on the table in the fast food restaurant, sleeping like two dead pigs.I woke up once in the middle, Tutu’s young and beautiful face was almost close to mine, she slept so peacefully, like a little baby, for a moment I couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch her flimsy buttocks Cheek, but nothing after all. At six o'clock, I was awakened by the sunlight coming in from the window, and she was the same, stretching comfortably.I was a little embarrassed, but she was generous: "Good morning. Did you rest well last night?" I nod. "You're lying, how can you sleep well in this kind of place?" She smugly grabbed my braid. But I didn't want to defend myself, I just stared blankly at her.Her face was wrinkled just after waking up, but her eyes were as clear as a lake in April. In my memory, that was her most beautiful moment. "Hey, are you stupid? Nothing to say?" She reminded me, "I'm leaving!" "Goodbye," I said, but my heart was filled with sadness.Maybe I should have said another word, but God knows, I couldn't say anything.Goodbye may be forever, this beautiful girl who has only one day in my life. But suddenly she stretched out her arms and hugged me hard. "Thank you, Lin Nanyi." She opened her mouth like a cannonball, as if afraid of being interrupted by me, "Thank you for saving me, thank you for staying with me all night, you don't know that waking up alone in a fast food restaurant in the morning How terrible it feels to wake up and see you for the first time, it feels like... like... In short, it just feels good, good, it's never been so good, you know?" When she let go of me, her eyes seemed to be a little wet, and then she really drank half a cup of soy milk in front of her.Then she straightened her expression, trying to look like "it's a wonderful world" because, otherwise, she simply didn't have the courage to go on with her life. I secretly pinched myself in disappointment. Is it a dream?Not a dream? "Goodbye, Lin Nanyi!" She raised her hands high to say goodbye to me. In the days to come, I know that this is a unique posture of Tutu.She was so happy when she said goodbye, as if what awaited her in the next second was not a separation but a sweeter reunion. And that day, in the twilight morning light, her raised arms were like a pair of wings, and in the fresh morning wind, she seemed as light as if she was about to fly. At that moment, I was sure I was in love with her. But I was still so unpromising, I didn't even dare to ask her for her phone number, I just watched her, from a darker light and shadow to a brighter light and shadow, and finally walked out of my world.