Chapter 67  (68)

Old K's return date has finally entered the countdown. He gave away all the books that could be given to others, gave Ru Meng a few poetry collections, and left all the tapes in a drawer to me. The dozen or so disks of porn that I saved in the dormitory over the past four years were sold to my juniors, and many unwanted clothes, including the silly school uniform, were packed in a cardboard box and sent to the Hope Project office. After finishing his funeral affairs, the day before he left, he played a game of football with Ru Meng and me wearing the broken sneakers he bought when he entered school.When it was dark and it was time to go back, he actually smiled and took off his pair of stinky old shoes that hadn't been washed for four years, placed them neatly next to the goalposts and gave a military salute. He wanted to follow us back to the dormitory with his big feet bare. For some reason, he turned around and sat on the ground suddenly, hugging the gate post, crying sadly.

That night we borrowed a good tape recorder and went up to the rooftop, where we played guitar and sang songs all night. Old K asked everyone to search their guts and think of all the campus folk songs they had heard. After singing it again, he said he would never listen to them again.When the recording started, everyone came to feel the emotions one after another, and they all took turns talking to the tape recorder with a lyrical tone of reciting poems and talking nonsense. "Xiaolou, let's play the song "Last Winter" again?" When the sky was getting dark, everyone was feeling sleepy, and old K suddenly whispered to me, "After playing this song, this guitar is yours. Yes, how is it?"

We both loved the poignant and beautiful "Last Winter" prelude crazily. When we were sophomores, we spent a whole weekend in the dormitory before picking up the scores of the two guitars. When we meet a pretty girl, we both use this piece to pretend to show our hands "occasionally". finish playing. "Xiaolou, don't cry. When my buddy comes back from the United States, let's take the guitar and go to the bar that didn't pay us. Is it? It’s so fucking enjoyable, I really want to go to our shitty university again!" When we left in the afternoon, old K was very calm and didn't turn his head back all the way. After getting on the train, he checked that it was still early, and played two games of "pig arch" with us.

We stood under the window after we got out of the car, and he told us both a dirty joke that he had learned on the Internet. With a long sound of "boom", the train started immediately, and old K suddenly stretched out his hand fiercely out of the car window, stretched out half of his body, stared at us, and yelled our names over and over again. , accompanied by the faster and faster train, crying heartbreakingly.