“…… Futu Tower, broken several layers, whose soul was broken,

The pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait a little longer, history turns,

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play, a song of guzheng ......"

After writing the score, Jing Jian began to write the lyrics silently. Wei Yingzhi stood behind Jing Jian, looking down from his shoulder, and saw Jing Jian's serious side face. While reciting softly, he said, "Yes...... Sing it to me?"

Jing Jian tilted his head, smiled slightly, and continued to write while humming softly:

“…… The rain is coming, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep,

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees,

What reverberates on the slate is, wait a little longer......"

Listening to the tune quietly, Wei Yingzhi wanted to speak and stopped. Chinese style pursues the ancient rhyme, and the ancient rhyme is a specific state of mind. Let the storm and rain make my own mind, let the earth shake and the mountains will return to dullness. It is a kind of breath of time, the precipitation of years, poetic and picturesque light ink and watercolor.

Wei Yingzhi's level of appreciation is actually very high. The origin of family learning can be said to come from a scholarly family. Although, like today's various literary youth, I like popular new poems, but I can still appreciate those ancient rhymes and ancient poems.

In all fairness, the lyrics aren't great, they're too plain, and there's a patchwork of rhyme. But on the other hand, it seems to be in the broken language, with a hint of artistic conception. And this is from Jing Jian's hand? Wei Yingzhi looked at Jing Jian's side face, bit her lip, and couldn't help asking, "Can you say it, your ingredients?"

"Our ancestors have been poor peasants for generations, and there is infinite poverty. Jing Jian smiled, he understood Wei Yingzhi's thoughts, "Didn't you say that the game is a small work?

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After drying her clothes, tying up her long hair that had just been washed, and ignoring the frolicking of the other two crazy girls in the dormitory, Zhao Xia sat down in front of her desk. As soon as he opened the blank letter, he was hugged by someone behind him: "What do you write to your brother——!?"

As soon as she heard this accent and laughed wildly, Zhao Xia knew that it was Qin Zi, the Sichuan girl in the lower bunk: "Why don't you go to the dance party?"

"Go, like a pack of hungry wolves, and come back. Giggles!" Qin Zi replied with a smile.

"That's not right, you cadres should lead by example, become a little white sheep, and save you. "In school, Zhao Xia and Qin Zi have the best relationship. Compared with Zhao Xia's quietness, Qin Zi is more lively and still works in the Youth League Committee. And tonight, it is the first dance party organized by the Youth League Committee this semester. However, such a student ball, a girl like Qin Zi at the school flower level is particularly popular, plus Huaqing has always had more porridge and fewer monks, Qin Zi was very annoyed by being entangled, so not long after the opening, she hid back in her dormitory.

"Who is it for?The one you are married?How are you two going when you go home this time?" The play is also measured, Qin Zi does not affect Zhao Xia to write private letters, so he sits and lies on his bunk. But when it's time to gossip, there is no ambiguity.

"What are the two of them? Just engaged. Zhao Xia said shyly. More than a year ago, when freshmen filled out the "Admission Form", Zhao Xia didn't know how to fill in the "marital status". Maybe out of shyness, maybe she didn't want others to know, maybe she had some other thoughts, so she honestly made it, and finally filled in "engagement". Although the form was changed to "unmarried" after being accepted, the form became a small area of fun.

In addition, when filling out the college entrance examination volunteer form, Zhao Xia was "unmarried" at the time, so in her file, she was completely innocent. Then Zhao Xia also concealed it, and no one suspected that she was married. Only Qin Zi and a few other friends knew that she had an engaged partner in her hometown.

Of course, in many places in the 80s, engagement was already equated with marriage, and repentance was just as much like divorce. As for the condemnation of repentance or divorce, it is extremely terrible. It's also unimaginable to us now.

"Why do you want to arrange a marriage? I want to be a new woman with an emancipated mind. Qin Zi is half joking, half serious. She still knows some about Zhao Xia's family situation, "Wang Chengwen from the next class asked me to talk, are you interested?"

"Don't mess around. Zhao Xia was distraught.

"That's right, there's more acne on my face. Giggles——! you can make tofu skin. Giggles...... "Physiognomy associations seem to be everywhere.

Zhao Xia countered with a smile on her face: "Your own spring heart is budding, don't take me." Tell me honestly, who do you like? This girl went out to run errands for you. ”

"This girl is naturally beautiful, and she is also introduced?" Qin Zi took out a letter and shook it, "Another one." Too immature to consider in college. After finishing speaking, Qin Zi didn't even look at the courtship letter and threw it aside.

Zhao Xia glanced at her: "A vicious woman with a ruthless heart, another heart is broken." ”

"It's called cutting through the mess with a quick knife. Qin Zi was not ashamed, "To be serious, I heard that we will have a public study abroad quota next semester, so when the time comes, I will think of ideas and get you a qualification through the Youth League Committee." You should keep your mouth tight, usually review more, strive to get admitted together, and then go abroad together. ”

"Study abroad? Is that true?" Zhao Xia was pleasantly surprised. Of course, she is very willing and yearning. But suddenly, I thought of my husband Jing Jian, remembered the words when we were separated, and thought of the 100 yuan in my bag that I found out when I got off the train. Mind is in turmoil!

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Wei Yingzhi chewed the lyrics and hummed along gently, feeling that she had been overwhelmed and confused. Songs don't really care about whether they are good or bad, they only care about whether they can resonate. When I think of my youth, I rushed back to the countryside with my parents, discriminated by my teachers and bullied by my classmates, but the happiest thing was to hide at home and look at the books left at home.

Finally, I got good grades and became a substitute teacher after graduation. Maybe it was a fate, met the educated youth in the city, attracted each other, talked about literature, and gradually became heart-to-heart, but when he returned to the city, he ruthlessly left a sentence of "break up!", and in his own crying, everything passed away with the wind.

After further study, he entered the second middle school in the county, and returned to his hometown mansion in the county seat after implementing the policy. Although he is already from the county, he is getting farther and farther away from the former him. There is nothing more mourning than the death of the heart, but why, I can't let go of it?

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Jing Jian again, and wrote lyrics as if he was playing a game.

“…… The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate takes root and is we.

Listening to youth, ushering in laughter, envying many people,

The annals of history, gentle and unwilling, are too ruthless to write......"