Chapter 625 Revisiting the Old Place 6

1.

Coming out of the old school building full of memories, Spring and Sun Li returned to the school communication room.

The two of them wanted to ask the old man who was the janitor about the home address of the former high school homeroom teacher, and by the way, they went to visit this respectable and amiable teacher who had spent three years of high school with them.

But the old man who watched the gate told Spring and Sun Li that Huxian No. 2 Middle School had just completed the education and personnel reform yesterday, and the teachers were tossed enough, so the school announced that it would be closed for three days, and there would not even be a teacher on duty in the school during these three days.

Because of the bad weather and the fact that it was getting late, Spring and Sun Li discussed it and dispelled this idea, and the two of them decided to make a special trip to Huxian No. 2 Middle School next time, and then get together with the teachers.

2.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Spring and Sun Li drove on the way back to the county seat.

The sky was still drizzling, and the sky was still gloomy, just like spring and Sun Li's state of mind. Because of the memories and sentimentality, the mood of the two people became heavy, and the pace of going home was much slower, and the journey home seemed to be much longer.

Sun Li drove, and Chun was still sitting in the co-pilot's seat, staring blankly at the wipers swinging back and forth on the windshield, and didn't speak for a long time.

Sun Li also obediently closed his usual chattering broken gong mouth, and drove the car intently, letting the car glide forward slowly and silently, trying not to disturb the spring, not to disturb the memories and dreams in the memories of the spring.

After a long time, Spring sighed lightly and sat up straight, reached out and took a cassette tape on the steering wheel, and put it into the car tape recorder casually, and then gently pressed the playback button.

···

You say I'm like a cloud and unpredictable

Actually, you don't understand my heart

You say I'm like a dream, flickering far and near

Actually, you don't understand my heart

You say I'm like a mystery and can't see clearly

Actually, I don't care about hiding my true heart

I'm afraid that I can't afford to be affectionate to you

So I don't dare to get too close to you

You said you were going to travel far away and were secretly sad

Don't let you see the eyes of crying

···

The song was not finished, and the spring burst into tears again.

Tong Ange's crying singing voice once again made Spring's heart swell with an indescribable sourness, and Spring's heart fluttered back to seven years ago, back to the parting when he graduated from high school, and the graduation party that made Spring taste the taste of parting for the first time.

Seven years ago, it was also such a drizzly day, when Liu Qing stood in front of Spring in a white dress and yellow dress, when Liu Qing's slightly hoarse and euphemistic singing voice was floating in the classroom, and when the lyrics of the song "Actually, You Don't Understand My Heart" hit the heart of Spring word by word, Spring was completely stupid.

Spring doesn't know what Liu Qing is thinking at this moment, and I don't know how much this song contains the thoughts of this indifferent, arrogant but empathetic girl?

At this time, there was only one firm thought in Chun's heart, Liu Qing's song "Actually, You Don't Understand My Heart" was sung to himself!

A rain, a song, for the spring and Liu Qing relationship completely ended!

The next day, Chun and Liu Qing went their separate ways. Liu Qing returned to the county seat, and returned to the mountains where he was born and raised in the spring, two people who were not in the same world, and there was no intersection after parting.

This song, this rain, this sad mood... How similar are all these things? How many times have this situation and this scene been repeated in the mind of spring? It's a pity that seeing things are sad and seeing the scenery is emotional, but everything is wrong.

3.

It was already more than six o'clock in the evening when I returned to the county seat from Huxian No. 2 Middle School, and in this short journey of thirty kilometers, Spring and Sun Li walked for more than an hour.

After arriving at the county seat, Sun Li drove the car directly to the reserved hotel according to Liu Xiangyang's notice on the phone.

In the hotel, Liu Xiangyang and two college classmates who came to participate in the training class had already ordered food and wine and were waiting in the box.

In the spring, in this seemingly nonsensical laughter, I once again felt a strong sense of classmatery. The purest feelings really have nothing to do with money and power, it is only related to the hearts of each of us.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet ended, and after Sun Li and Liu Xiangyang sent Spring back to Liu Xiangyang's dormitory, the two of them said goodbye.

Tonight, although there was not much drinking in the spring, there was a deep drunkenness. Because of pure friendship, because of beautiful love, because of that strong nostalgia... These have long been intoxicating to spring.

After Sun Li and Liu Xiangyang left, Spring stood alone in front of the window of Liu Xiangyang's dormitory, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly, but his thoughts had already returned to the place where he revisited in the afternoon, back to the familiar campus, the respectable and amiable teachers and classmates, and the longing lover...

On the several cases by the window are placed on the rice paper and pen and ink used by Liu Xiangyang to paint on weekdays, looking at the white rice paper and smelling the strong fragrance of ink, there is suddenly an urge to splash ink in spring.

After some thought and several considerations, Spring wrote the "Moon Guazhou" that he had just written.

The wine is slightly drunk, climbing the Red Mansion, how many spring and autumn, the slanting wind and drizzle are just like his daily scene. Tears when I was young, tears today, how much affection?

Looking at the vertical and horizontal swaying ink on the rice paper, like flowing clouds, Spring threw down the pen in his hand and smiled sadly. This smile is full of how much helplessness, how much bitterness, and how much affection in spring life?