"Mom, look, someone has replied to me!" Little Luo Jiuxiao threw down his schoolbag, jumped up and down with Xia Danxin's reply, ran into the kitchen with a cigarette, raised his little head and looked at his mother expectantly.

Today's teacher said that Tibet replied to the letter, Luo Jiuxiao stirred the corners of his clothes uneasily, sat cramped in his seat, and watched the students get the reply letter continuously, and lowered his head in some frustration. She thought that there would be no reply of her own, until the teacher came over and gave her a reply letter that said to Luo Jiuxiao.

"The child who replied to me is called Xia Danxin, a boy, about the same age as me, he said that he is willing to make friends with me......" Luo Jiuxiao held up the envelope, his crooked crescent eyes kept blinking, gesturing with great interest, completely immersed in the joy of having a pen pal.

It's good, the mother smiled and nodded, reached out and touched Luo Jiuxiao's head, and a thick distress slipped through her eyes.

"Oh, by the way, he said he really liked the sticker on my envelope, I'll buy some more, and give him more next time I write a letter. Luo Jiuxiao patted his head, grabbed his little hand, and hurriedly turned around and ran back to the house.

Not long after, Xia Danxin received a letter from Luo Jiuxiao. Xia Danxin was surprised to find that there were not only a lot of cute stickers in the letter, but also a few photos, which were high-rise buildings in Shanghai and fishing boats on the Huangpu River.

"It's good that you have a chance to come here," Luo Jiuxiao introduced to Xia Danxin affectionately in the letter, and a magnificent picture scroll appeared under Luo Jiuxiao's pen.

For Xia Danxin, he has never seen a building as high as hundreds of floors, and he has also fantasized about the colorful words on the building that will keep changing, Luo Jiuxiao said that the banks of the Huangpu River sing every night, and the endless flow of steamers is walking on the river reflecting the red lights, a strange scene.

"The most powerful thing we have here is the Potala Palace for Zampu, that's where we worship, but it's not high," Xia Danxin kept biting the end of his pen, sitting at his desk and thinking about how to answer Luo Jiuxiao's question about his hometown.

"The sky here is indeed blue, like Grandma's blue silk cloth, but it's not as exaggerated as you say, the sun is very hot here, and we often can't open our eyes...... Luo Jiuxiao carefully read Xia Danxin's description of Lhasa, sighed at the customs there, and looked forward to one day flying to that comfortable and pure place and meeting that stupid and stupid Xia Danxin.

But Luo Jiuxiao didn't know that what Xia Danxin was looking forward to most was not for her to come, but for him to go.

"I met an uncle the other day, he looked sloppy and depressed, but that uncle said he was very happy. Oh, by the way, he can also sing, his songs are so good, he says he wrote it himself, and he also says he's a bard. I think it's cool to be someone like him, and if only I could be like that in the future. ”

Xia Danxin likes to sing, and is as good at singing as her grandmother, but she likes to sing more than her grandmother.

"When I was a child, my grandmother always liked to sing, and now I like it, my grandmother sings happily, and sings when she is unhappy, and my grandmother can sing a very beautiful singing voice at any time, and my grandmother said that songs are a way of communication that goes directly to people's hearts. I also like to sing, and our people say that I follow my grandmother and that I have a beautiful voice. I knew from TV that there was a singer job, and I ran over to tell my grandma, but my grandma was not happy... No longer let me sing, and I won't sing myself. ”

The bard that day plucked Xia Danxin's heartstrings and took root in his little heart, he knew that his aunt would not let him, so he could only confide all his troubles to Luo Jiuxiao through letters.

At this time, Xia Danxin and Luo Jiuxiao have been corresponding, and in Xia Danxin's heart, Luo Jiuxiao, who has never met, is the closest person in the world except for his grandmother. Although he is of a similar age, Luo Jiuxiao is always like a big sister, helping him solve his puzzles, telling him about the prosperity and magic of the world, and even the things that Xia Danxin has in his heart, Luo Jiuxiao will always find ways to accompany him to achieve it.

Then he must be singing very well, if only I could hear it one day. Luo Jiuxiao unfolded the letter, supported his head with one hand, stared at the letter with his head tilted, slightly distracted, and after a while, he lay on the table with a sad face, thinking for a long time, and suddenly a spirit got up and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the room.

I must help Xia Danxin realize his wishes, and I can't let him be like myself. Luo Jiuxiao stretched out his hand and wiped his dusty little face, gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

For Xia Danxin, Luo Jiuxiao is his dear relative, and for Luo Jiuxiao, Xia Danxin is also a dear relative.

Luo Jiuxiao's mother heard the sound of ping-pong in the room, pushed the door suspiciously, and looked at her daughter with inquiring eyes.

Xia Danxin said that he wanted to be a singer, he didn't have an instrument, he must need a guitar to learn first. Luo Jiuxiao hunched over and took out the small vault at the bottom of the box, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shone brightly, and explained to his mother.

Luo Jiuxiao's mother didn't say a word, just squatted down to clean up the mess on the ground for her daughter, took her small vault, went out for a while and went into the house to return it to her, and then left with a broom.

Luo Jiuxiao felt that the thickness of the money in his hand was different, counted his small vault, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were a few more in it, and smiled sweetly at his mother's back.

"Danxin, you take the money, go buy a guitar and learn the score first, don't be afraid, I will accompany you on the way forward." ”

Not long after, Xia Danxin received a remittance slip, and after reading the message above, he put it up like a treasure, he was not willing to use the money sent by Luo Jiuxiao, but with that encouragement, he used his spare time to work with full motivation to make money and learn what he wanted to learn. He didn't tell Luo Jiuxiao about this, but planned to use the money to give her a big surprise after meeting her in the future.

It's just that learning music affects academics after all, Xia Danxin failed the college entrance examination and was not admitted to the school he wanted to go to. His score was too low, and even with policy bias, the school fees he could attend were a heavy burden. Xia Danxin didn't want to read any more, he wanted to hold the guitar and realize his dream, but he didn't know if he should open his mouth to his grandmother, so he could only hold the guitar silently and sit in his room and sing in a low voice.

"You go, I'll wait for you at home. One night, Grandma knocked on Xia Danxin's door, her face was much haggard, and she slowly said a few words to Xia Danxin, "The man in the snow mountain should not be restrained, just don't forget to go home." ”

Xia Danxin was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, she rushed forward excitedly, hugged her mother with tears in her eyes, and nodded vigorously.

Xia Danxin told Luo Jiuxiao the news, Luo Jiuxiao was happy for him in his heart, and the two had agreed that no matter how far the future is and what they will encounter, they will support each other to go on.