Pink Memories (short story) 2018.7.26

The walls of the eye-girl's house are painted with white paint, and the floor is covered with tiles, which looks very spacious, bright and clean. The furnishings in the living room are exactly the same as those in the city, with a couch in front of a long coffee table and two single sofas on either side of the couch. At first glance, the sofa is the kind of expensive and fashionable variety, and it is not down-ending at all. What surprised me the most was that she had not only a TV but also a telephone. Because although every family in Xi'an has a TV, there are only a few people who have a telephone.

It is during the Chinese New Year that many fruit bowls are placed on the coffee table, containing some precious toffee, tangerines and melon seeds. Xu Qing's father took out a bottle of Qu Yuan Daqu and a wine glass to pour me wine. I know that although the peasants in this mountain are not wealthy, they are still very particular about entertaining guests. In the past, it was common to serve bean tea, which was to fry soybeans and mix tea leaves, ginger, sesame seeds, and salt together to make tea. However, many people now use peanuts instead of soybeans. If you are a distinguished guest, you will also be treated with brown sugar egg tea. However, some wealthy families are more particular, so they directly entertain guests with drinks and liquor. The old man was sitting on the sofa drinking white wine and eating melon seeds.

I waved my hand and said to Father Xu that I don't drink, so Father Xu asked me to eat candy. I picked up a toffee and ate it. Father and Mother Xu had a conversation with me, and they were all about my aunt and my parents. In fact, these are words that have nothing to do with them, just because they are polite to me. As I spoke, I kept looking at the girl. The eye-eyed girl sat on the sofa next to her, not saying a word, but her eyes kept looking at me. I could tell in her eyes that she had a crush on me.

After talking to Xu's father and Xu's mother, I felt that I had nothing to say anymore. Seeing that I seemed a little restrained, the eye-eyed girl beckoned to me and led me to her room. Her room is very clean and beautiful, from the wall to the bed is full of pink, very much the warmth of a dreamy girl. The bed was made of Simmons, and the quilt and sheets on the bed were the same as new, also pink, folded flat and flat, without any discount. There are many portraits of Li Guyi on the walls. On the writing desk are some songbooks and a Xinhua dictionary. There was also an electronic keyboard on the box next to it, which was still Yamaha's. I know that this kind of electronic organ is very expensive, and our teacher uses this kind of electronic organ when he takes music lessons, and I heard that it costs more than 1,000 yuan.

I put the electronic piano on the desk and began to play the "Sweet Honey" sung by Teresa Teng, wanting to express my praise and love for Sister Qing. But my level of playing the piano is really limited, so I play a song to a great extent, but the eye-eyed girl is listening very carefully. I was a little embarrassed, so I said to the eye-eyed girl, "I don't have music cells, so you should play." The girl walked up to the keyboard and said, "Let's play the song "Pink Memories." "She played it so well, and it was a very good song. If she hadn't been standing in front of me, I would have thought it was some professional performing.

At the end of the song, I was surprised and praised her and said, "You are so good at playing, have you practiced since you were a child?" she smiled and said, "I studied music myself." I only heard that there are children in the city who study music, but how can there be children in the countryside who study music? There is a person in our class who studies music, and I heard that every Sunday afternoon I have to go to the conservatory of music to be tutored by a professor, and it costs 100 yuan for a lesson. How can a country man pay such an expense? Even if he can, he doesn't have time to run to the city twice in three days. So, when I heard her say she was studying music, I was amazed. She said, "yes, that's how I studied music." I asked, "Where did you study music?" and I heard from Liangbao that she had just graduated from junior high school.

The girl said, "I studied music at Yueyang Art College, and it took me five years to study. "I couldn't believe what she said, because she was only sixteen. At the age of sixteen, I was still in my first year of high school. I said, "So you're already in college?" she said, "it's been half a year." I said, "So how do you help your parents perform?" she said, "School usually doesn't have classes on Friday afternoons, so I take the bus home and go back to school on Sunday afternoons, and I have two or three days in between." There are also holidays and winter and summer vacations, so there is a lot of time. If I'm not at home, I'll have to ask someone else for help. ”

I said, "No wonder, when I heard you sing yesterday morning, I was stunned, and I thought that there was anyone in our mountains who could sing so well." "As she spoke, I was going to ask her to sing me two songs. She asked, "Which song to sing?" and I said, "Sing the song "Pink Memories," because I thought the song she had just played on the electronic piano was really good. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go out and sing." I was a little puzzled and said, "Why do you want to go out and sing, it's cold outside?" she said to me, "This song is a love song, how embarrassing it is for your parents to hear me singing love songs to you." I said, "Okay." "I also hope to go out with her.

We went to the living room to say hello to her parents, and then we went out together, walking down a forest path behind the house towards the mountain. The path winds its way up the hill through the forest, the ground is damp, the leaves are all over the ground, and the wind is blowing unhurriedly. She walked in front with me and kept turning back to talk to me. The forest was a little gloomy, but it was very quiet, which made her voice and smile more kind and beautiful, and her expression more amiable and lovely. Her figure is excellent, and her waist is very soft, which reminds me of the poem "Cherry Fan Sukou, Willow Small Waist". Originally, I always thought that delicate girls were cute, but I didn't think that girls with thin waists were also cute. A delicate girl makes people want to kiss, while a girl with a thin waist makes people want to hug it. And she was so close to me that I could put my arms around her so that no one could see her. However, I still didn't dare, afraid that she would be angry, afraid that I would not be like a gentleman. After all, I'm still a sophomore in high school, and I can't be like an adult on TV.

We went up to the top of the hill and sat on a meadow at the edge of the forest. The afternoon sun shone through the cracks in the trees, casting a bright light. We looked at each other excitedly, smiled knowingly, and looked a little embarrassed. I said, "Sing, in this forest, no one will hear us except us." Still a little embarrassed, she took a long deep breath and asked, "What song?" I said, "Didn't you say you wanted to sing that Pink Memories?" and she nodded and said, "Okay." However, if you can't sing well, you don't have to laugh. So saying, she began to sing:

Summer passes quietly and leaves little secrets

Pressing the bottom of the heart, pressing the bottom of the heart can't tell you

The evening breeze warms my heart, and I think of you again

How sweet and so sweet, how can you forget

Can't forget that you wrote you in a diary

Can't forget that it's still you who are in your heart

Romantic summer, there is also a romantic you

Give me a pink memory

Oh summer, summer passed quietly and still miss you

There are such beautiful songs in the world, but I have never heard them. I really feel sorry for myself. So, I said, "That's so good, you sing it again." But she said, "Forget it, I'll sing "Red River Valley" again." "I think she might think that if she sings it twice, it loses its freshness. I said, "Okay, I'll sing Red River Valley too." ”

She stood right in front of me and sang "Red River Valley" again, "People say you're leaving the village, and we're going to miss your smile." Your eyes shine brighter than the sun and shine on our hearts. Come and sit beside me, don't be in such a hurry to part. Think of my pain after you're gone, and the friends who love you. ”

Listening to her sad songs, my heart began to feel melancholy. I'm going to leave here in two days. Today is the third year of junior high school, and I told my parents that I will go back to Xi'an on the fifth day of junior high school at the latest. That is, in addition to today, there is also tomorrow, and I have to leave here early the day after tomorrow, and I can't be with my sister anymore. To be honest, before I met the eye girl, I felt that my life was uneventful, without any waves, and without any surprise. Since I met Miss Qing this morning, I have found that there are still such brilliant colors hidden in my life, and I will have this romantic and beautiful experience, just like a bright red rose suddenly budding and blooming, to bloom the most vivid and beautiful flower color. Yes, my life is beautiful because of her beauty, and blooming because of her beauty. She seems to be the sunshine, rain and dew and colorful colors of my life. Therefore, I don't want to leave her, I will feel withered and withered without her, and I will lose the best feelings and feelings in life.