Chapter 5 third chapter

The last call tonight is from a girl. "Is it Channel A? I want to play a song on the piano." The girl said. "Our program has no such precedent." Xia Xinju said. "I'm going to play "Longer" by Dan Fogelberg." The girl was already playing the piano on the other end of the phone. In the control room, Qin Niannian was waiting for Xia Xinju's instructions, ready to hang up the phone at any time.However, Xia Xinju lowered her head and did not stop the girl.The girl's piano sound wafted through the live broadcast room through the phone.She didn't play particularly well, but the song was long.

"Why do you want to play this song?" Xia Xinju asked. "I hope he'll hear it." "Who is he?" "He is a man who loves me very much." "where is he?" "I don't know." The girl began to sob. "This is a happy song!" Xia Xinju comforted her. "It's a lie! It doesn't last forever." The girl said with a sob. "I made an exception to let you play the piano here, please don't cry? The show is coming to an end, do you have anything to say?" The girl was silent. "If you have nothing to say—"

"I want to say—" hoarse voice. "Hurry up!" "I want to say, don't squander love, love will be exhausted." Xia Xinju took the earphones off her head, supported the table in front of her with her hands, and stood up slowly.Qin Niannian poked his head in and asked, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." Qin Niannian handed her a package and said, "That person sent you another oil painting." Xia Xinju has been hosting this program for two years, and since more than 700 days, every once in a while, a person signed by S. E．Zhai's listeners will also send in an oil painting that he himself painted.Each painting is also carefully matched in a frame.

"Why did you let her play the piano just now?" Qin Niannian asked. "Because it's Dan Fogelberg's Longer!" she said with a smile, maybe not for the girl, but for herself.This is her and Qiu Qingzhi's song; it is the beginning and parting song.She misses this song so much.Everlasting, of course, is a lie.A while ago, she met Qiu Qingzhi.That was the first time she met him after breaking up with him.At that moment, she knew how much this man loved her before. She remembered that when the two were together, one day, after they made love, she fainted from hunger, and Qiu Qingzhi cooked a bowl of Yangchun noodles for her to eat.She was sitting by the bed, holding the bowl of noodles with both hands, and there was a crystal oil flower floating in the surface, from which she saw the teardrops rolling down on her eyelids.

"Don't be so nice to me," she told him. Do you say that when you don't love someone very much?She knows that she is not worth it. On the day of the reunion, she found that she had always loved him.But, maybe it's too late at that moment?Together, she squanders his love for her, draining and trampling him dry.That love has drained away, leaving only bitter memories. It's impossible to go back. She opened the package in her hand, it was S. E．Oil painting sent by Zhai.Inside the painting is a window.There is a pot of green flowers by the window.It's late at night, and outside the window are tall buildings one after another. The window of one of the buildings is not a window, but a woman's longing face.

She sat slumped, resting her head on her hands, staring at the painting for a long time, isn't this just herself?She suddenly felt that her eyes were moist and hazy, and a teardrop gushed out of her eye socket and dripped on the painting. S． E．In the oil paintings given to her by Zhai, the protagonist of each piece is also a woman with her hands folded around her chest.No matter how the background changes, the woman always lowers her eyelids, has a small face, a thin nose, and her mouth is tightly closed, as if she is always missing someone. This painter must be a man, right?She thought he was a man.Every time, there is also a small card in his package, which simply says:

"I like your voice, keep working hard!" Over the past two years, these encouragements have never stopped.His oil paintings are beautiful.Day after day, Xia Xinju became more and more curious, what kind of person is he? Inside the package, there was a green card. This time, there was an address and two lines written on the card. The boutique was less than ten minutes from her home.It's too late today, tomorrow, she's going to have a look. When she left the radio station, the night was dim, and she seemed to see her own face on the wall of the tall building opposite, a face that missed others.Missing others so painfully, you can't go home, you can only wander and wait at other people's windows.

The next day, Xia Xinju came to the Jingjing shop.This is a small fine crystal shop, selling ceramics, stones, picture frames, and oil paintings.The clerk was a boy with a nose ring.When she pushed the door and went in, the boy swayed his body to the music. "Just look around," the boy said, chewing gum. Xia Xinju saw many sheets of S. E．In Zhai's oil painting, the protagonist of the oil painting is still the woman with her arms around her chest.She folded her arms and stared blankly at the paintings. "Will Mr. Zhai come here?" she asked. "gentlemen?"

Xia Xinju's heart sank suddenly, and she asked with a disappointed expression: "Is the painter a woman?" "It's a man." It turned out that the boy couldn't hear what she said just now.Just be a man.She hopes that he is a man, although he may be very old or ugly; however, she longs in her heart to be cared and admired by a man for a long time, so that at least she can prove that she is an attractive man. woman. "Mr. Zhai comes sometimes," said the boy with the nose ring. "Then I'll come back another day." A few days later, Xia Xinju came to the boutique again.

"Mr. Zhai just left." The boy with the nose ring recognized her. Maybe, she didn't have the fate to meet him.She stood in front of his oil painting in despair, she probably won't come again.A man's voice said from behind: "I forgot to bring my flute." "The lady is looking for you," said the boy. Xia Xinju turned her head, the man who just walked into the store, tall and with a warm smile, seemed to be only a few years older than her. "Hello—" Xia Xinju said. "Miss Xia—" The man was a little shy, and also had a look of surprise.

"Are you the one who sent me the painting?" she asked. "Yes, it's me." "Your paintings are beautiful." "Thank you." "Is it selling well?" "It's not bad, it all depends on Niu Niu to sell it for me." "Niu Niu?" She didn't know who he was talking about. He put his arms around the boy's shoulders and said, "The one with the nose ring, what is it if it's not a cow?" The boy put his finger on the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly. "His name is Abby." Zhai Chengxun said. "I like listening to your show, too," Abby said. "Are you a painter?" she asked. "I'm just painting casually. My job is to build houses." The man handed over his business card. His name was Zhai Chengxun. Xia Xinju took the business card from his hand, her heart skipped a beat.He built the house, didn't her first love, Meng Chengxi, also build the house? "Your show that night was very touching." Zhai Chengxun said. "What day do you mean?" "The day I made that girl play the piano." "Is it her piano sound or what she said is touching?" "It was a touching decision to have her play the piano on the show. I imagine one day, if I want to sing a song on the show, you'll let me do it." "But you can't sing too badly, can you?" she joked. "I sing 'Longer,' and you make me sing." "How do you know?" "You often play this song on the show." He smiled understandingly. "You are my most loyal listener!" She blushed. "I like to hear your voice. It is a kind of gentle comfort that can heal many wounds." He lowered his head, then raised it again, and said sincerely. "It's a pity that I can't heal those of myself." Why would she say such things to strangers?Perhaps, he is not a stranger, they have already known each other in sounds and pictures, and this day is just a reunion. After a moment of silence, she said, "I'm leaving." "I'm leaving too." When the two of them left the boutique together, Xia Xinju saw that Zhai Chengxun was holding a black, rectangular box in his hand. Didn't he just forget to bring his flute, so he ran back? "Do you play the flute?" "I teach flute in an instrument shop." Xia Xinju shook her head in amazement: "You have so much work to do." "It was my friend who taught the flute. He went on a trip, and I was just a substitute." "Do you play the flute well?" "It's okay to teach young children." "I used to know a friend who played the guitar very well." She was referring to Qiu Qingzhi. "Have you ever learned an instrument?" "I'm too old to learn any musical instrument now, right?" "There is a girl in my class who is about your age. You won't be too old to learn." She smiled: "I'll think about it carefully—" "Miss Xia, where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?" "No, I live nearby. Goodbye." When she turned around, Zhai Chengxun suddenly said from behind: "There seems to be something in your hair—" "Really?" When she turned around, Zhai Chengxun raised his hand behind her head, turning into a palm-sized red rose. "For you—" "I didn't expect you to be a magician." "Amateur." He smiled and jumped into the taxi. That night, Xia Xinju kept the roses in a transparent short cup and placed it by the window.How long has it been?She has never been so sweet as she is today.I really want to fall in love!A woman loved by a man is the most precious. Then one day, she didn't have to go to work, and when she passed the boutique at dusk, Zhai Chengxun called her through the glass. "Oh, why are you here?" Xia Xinju walked into the store and found that there was only Zhai Chengxun in the store. "Today is the weekend, and Abby has an appointment with a friend. I will help him look after the store. This store is opened by my friend, and Abby is the younger brother of the owner." She looked at the wall, only one of his paintings remained. "Your paintings are selling well!" "That's right! There's only one left." "Why do the women you draw like to put their hands on their chests?" She asked curiously. "I think the most touching thing is when a woman hugs herself." She suddenly saw her own reflection through the glass behind him. At this moment, isn't she holding her hands on her chest?She couldn't remember whether it was her own movement or the woman in the oil painting. "What you draw seems to be the mood of longing." Zhai Chengxun said shyly, "I understand the feeling of longing." "It seems that your longing is bitter." "Should it be bitter?" "Yes." She had to admit. After a moment of silence, she asked: "Are you really a magician?" He smiled: "My father's elder brother, that is my uncle, he is a magician, he taught me magic tricks, I can only know a little bit." "Can you teach me?" "Why do you want to learn?" "Want to make people happy!" she said. "That's a good reason! It's the same as the reason why I learned magic. At that time, many children wanted to learn magic from my uncle. One day, he asked us: 'Why do you want to learn magic?' At that time, some children Say: 'I want to be a magician!', some children said: 'I want to change a lot of things for myself!', and some children said: 'I want to change away annoying things!', only I said: 'I want to make people Happy!', my uncle said: "Okay, I'll just teach you one!" The purpose of magic is to make people happy." "Does your uncle still perform magic tricks?" "He's gone." Zhai Chengxun shrugged and said, "Now, I'm his only apprentice." "Are you going to change a lot?" "What do you want to change? I can change it to you. Or, what annoying things do you want to change away, and I can change it for you?" "Didn't you say that magic is meant to make people happy?" "I'm making an exception just for you." Xia Xinju thought for a while and said, "Can I tell you after I think about it? There is only one chance, and I don't want to waste it." "OK." She knew that Zhai Chengxun couldn't change the miss away, nor could he change the time back for her.In that case, she couldn't think of anything she wanted to change. One night not long after, she finished the program and came out from the radio station, and saw Zhai Chengxun pacing under the elm tree outside the radio station, and he seemed to be waiting for her. "Why are you here?" she asked. He said shyly, "I want to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow." "where are you going?" "Germany." "Going to work?" "Yes, for three weeks." Xia Xinju was a little strange, did Zhai Chengxun come here specially to wait for her to tell her this?He has only been away for three weeks, and it's not like he won't come back; and they haven't reached the stage of saying goodbye to each other yet. She looked at Zhai Chengxun, he was a little weird tonight.His smile is a bit unnatural, and his hands seem to have nowhere to put them.She was so tired that she didn't know what to say, and finally, she had to say: "Then, see you later." A moment of disappointment appeared on Zhai Chengxun's face, he nodded and said, "Goodbye." After walking far away, he suddenly turned around and said, "I promised to change something for you." "I remember." Xia Xinju said with a smile. Back home that night, she climbed into the bed of her younger sister Xia Sangju. "Why don't you go back to your own bed?" Xia Sangju asked. "I don't want to sleep alone. Why haven't I heard you go out with Liang Zhengwei recently?" "He hasn't seen me for a long time." "Isn't he your loyal follower?" "Single thinking also has a limited time limit. Maybe he gave up, just like the girl who played the piano on your show said that night, his love has been squandered by me—it's gone, it's gone." "it's a pity--" "which aspect?" "It's always good to have someone who likes you." "Who doesn't know? But, that man won't bow down before you forever. If you don't love him, he'll go." "That's fair! Remember that Zhai Chengxun I mentioned to you? He was waiting for me outside the radio station tonight. I thought it was something special. It turned out that he just came to tell me that he was going out on business tomorrow." "that's it?" "Yes, is it necessary for him to come and say goodbye to me?" "Then what do you do?" "Just say goodbye to him!" "You are terrible!" "why?" "He likes you, so he came to say goodbye to you." "It's not like he won't come back." "Maybe he wants you to tell him not to go." "Impossible, I won't do it." "People sometimes do impossible things. He likes you, so he can't bear you." "Should I tell him to stay, then?" "Isn't it already too late?" Xia Xinju embraced the pillow, thinking back to the scene outside the radio station tonight, she had a moment of happy yearning.His waiting, his shyness, and his reluctance are her long-lost love feelings.Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and said, "I promised to change something for you." He hoped that she would ask her to change the parting away, right?Why didn't she think of what he meant in what he said? "It seems like she really wants to fall in love!" Xia Sangju said. Xia Xinju smiled: "Who wouldn't want that?" "Yes, the first love is always good, and it will turn bad later." How much she would rather change the parting away?During those three weeks, she missed him almost every moment, and she has become the woman suffering from longing in his oil paintings.At the same time, a kind of sweet happiness floated in her heart again. The person far away in Germany is also missing her, right? Three weeks passed, and four weeks passed, and she deliberately bypassed the boutique many times without seeing Zhai Chengxun. Then one night, she deliberately went again.This time, she saw Zhai Chengxun.She happily walked into the store. "You're back!" she said. "Yes!" He was a little surprised when he saw her. In that moment of silence, Xia Xinju could almost hear her rapid breathing.She was waiting for him to say something.However, he stood there, unprepared.She thought, maybe it was the day of farewell, she had embarrassed him too much, and now he hesitated.So she said enthusiastically: "I thought about changing something." "What are you going to change?" he asked. She felt that Zhai Chengxun seemed a little different.He became stiff, his smile subsided, and he spoke less. "I want to be a rabbit," she said. "When I was a child, I saw a magician make a cute rabbit out of a silk scarf." "Okay, I'll teach you another day." At this moment, a girl with long hair came out from the back of the shop. "Are you Miss Xia?" the long-haired woman asked excitedly. Xia Xinju couldn't hide her astonishment. "We enjoy listening to your show," said the long-haired woman. "Sisi is Abby's older sister." Zhai Chengxun said. "Miss Xia, what do you like, we will give you a discount." When she was talking, she was next to Zhai Chengxun, like a couple who had been together for many years. Zhai Chengxun has a girlfriend, why didn't he say it earlier?But maybe he didn't need to tell her? They've only met a few times, he's just one of her listeners, he's just someone who's been encouraging her for two years. "I went to the United States to study for four years. In the past four years, Cheng Xun wrote to me every week. He is a rare boyfriend." Sisi said. Why did Sisi tell her this? All the thoughts in Zhai Chengxun's oil paintings are also thoughts about Sisi, right? Zhai Chengxun avoided Xia Xinju's gaze.The person in front of me is not the same person as the person who said outside the radio station that night: "I said I would change something for you."He's not the one who made a rose in her hair the first time they met.She is too affectionate. How many days later, Xia Xinju played "Longer" again on the show. Perhaps, what she missed day and night was another man, and she just hoped for a new love to save herself.Because it's not Zhai Chengxun who loves, she no longer feels embarrassed, but has a ridiculous helplessness.There was a moment when she thought that a rabbit coming towards her was going to run into her arms; however, when she opened her arms, the rabbit slipped away from her.There is another person behind to catch the rabbit, and that person is its owner.And what about herself?She didn't want a rabbit, what she wanted was a hug.