Mei Yujun and I sat in the private room of the bar, although this private room was so out of place with the style of the bar. Through the one-way glass, Xiao Lei and Lao Lin sat on a seat on the side of the stage, although the private room was extremely quiet, but it could still be judged from their constantly swaying bodies that the music had become stronger.

"Meimo Village is my father, Brother Chang, and I am his youngest daughter. Mei Yujun tried to adjust his emotions, but his tone was still a little shaky, pulling me back from my previous memories.

I didn't dare to look at her moving eyes, so I lowered my head and asked, "Xiaomei, you already recognized me?" Uncle Mei is still okay?"

"My father passed away five years ago. She sighed, took out a delicate little notebook from her satchel, slowly opened it, took out two yellowed photos from it, and handed them to me.

These two photos must be some years old, perhaps because of repeated rubbing, the corners are covered with raw edges, and there are some small cracks on the surface. But I only glanced at the image in the photo, and it was already in place.

I'm all very familiar with the people on the first sheet. There are four of them, standing at the back of the picture, the figure is thin, the vicissitudes of life on the face can't hide the resolute look, although the eyes are looking into the distance, but the arms are outstretched, hugging the three young people of different heights in front of them.

This is my father, and the three young people in front of me are me, the eldest brother, and the third brother. At that time, my eldest brother was supposed to be in his early twenties, my third brother was sixteen, and I was only seven years old. My eldest brother disappeared when he was thirty years old because of the excavation of Dingling, and he had been working in the field for a long time before that, and rarely returned home, so that my memory of him was a little blurry.

Looking at this old photo at this time, I found that the eldest brother was almost half a head taller than his father, but he was very thin. Generally speaking, a young man in his twenties is the time when he doesn't know the taste of sorrow, but there is a maturity and stability in his eyes that does not match his age, but at the same time there is a faint melancholy.

It's no wonder that in my childhood memory, there is almost no impression of my eldest brother talking to me.

My father once told me that he always felt that the eldest was not suitable for a family education, because he was too introverted, not good at communicating, and even a little gloomy.

But I don't know why, the eldest brother is very interested in home learning, and after graduating from high school, he didn't take the university entrance examination, and studied the collection of books at home every day.

And his talent is even more amazing, whether it is Feng Shui, the pulse is self-taught, and later began to study Qimen Dunjia and plum blossom easy to count, his father knew in his heart that he couldn't stop it, so he poured his heart into teaching, and let it be.

But it turns out that his father's previous worries were not unreasonable, and the eldest brother was also because of his dedication to family learning, so he entered the Dingling archaeological team at the end of the fifties and mysteriously disappeared when he was about to succeed.

The third brother was still a young man at that time, and in the photo, there was sunshine between his eyebrows. He was placed high hopes on the family by his father, and the burden on his body was also the heaviest since he was a child. He only finished elementary school, and began to follow his father for a moment. Although he didn't have to go to school, his father gave him much heavier schoolwork than the rest of us.

The third brother told me more than once that he didn't really like home schooling, but his father asked for it, and he could only accept it. In fact, what he envied more was our happy life on campus.

Fortunately, he is a natural optimist, very good at making fun in suffering, and has a lot of tenacity. Although his talent is far inferior to that of his eldest brother, he has always been diligent and diligent.

But fate is like this, often giving you some appearance full of inertia, but in fact, there is an unbearable fate inside.

Lotte's third brother has been diligent and persistent for half his life, and all the passing is only half an hour. So much so that I walked into the deep subway culvert several times later, and I always felt that the third brother would definitely be able to get out of it.

And the photo in front of me, I remember that it seems to have been taken in five or three years or May Fourth, a vague impression, that year we went to see the ancestral house in Sichuan, and then think about it carefully, it seems that there was indeed a scene in Meimo Village, and my father talked every day until late at night, but only stayed for a few days and left.

And the black-and-white photo in his hand is likely to be taken by Meimo Village back then.

The photo locks in the moment of time, but the person in the photo can never guess where this time will take him.

Looking at and thinking about it, my eyes couldn't help but moisten, I raised my head again, and asked Mei Yujun: "Xiaomei, I was only seven years old when I took this photo, and you can recognize me just by this photo when I was a child, it's been half a century." ”

"Brother Chang, do you now understand why I must insist on calling you that? Before my father left, he handed me the photo and told me that you are the last heir of the Chang family, and if I encounter something difficult, take this photo and give it to you, and you will definitely help me. ”

"My father actually has a deep relationship with me, my mother died soon after giving birth to me, my father pulled me up alone, when he left me, you don't know how desperate I was, but fortunately I have this photo, I know that I still have a relative with a different surname. ”

"Actually, I have been drifting in Beijing for eight years, but fortunately I have not encountered any problems that I can't get over, although I know that the distance between us may be less than ten kilometers, maybe one day we just pass by, but I have never mustered up the courage to find you. I've always carried this photo with me, and I've seen it many times over the years, so the first time I met you at a bar, I guessed most of it, and then I verified it with Officer Ray. ”

I nodded to Mei Yujun, but there was a strange warm current in my heart, and I couldn't help but reach out and gently pat the back of her hand twice.

"It's good to find it, it's good to find it, I also went to Hangzhou once a few years ago, your Mei family's old house, but unfortunately you all moved away at that time. It's just, Xiaomei, why did you get into rock and roll?" I picked up another photo while chatting with Mei Yujun.

This photo should have been taken later than our family's group photo. The paper was much lighter abrasive, but it was still a black-and-white photograph of only two people, one was my father and the other was Meimo Village.

My father's hair was slightly gray, but he was in good spirits, with a bamboo cane in his hand and a rolling mountain range behind him. The mountains are covered by pine and clouds, which is more like the mountain scenery of Jiangnan or Shudi.

Mei Mocun looked much younger than his father, but he wore a green military uniform, a military backpack on his back, and a water bottle. He was so thin that his military uniform looked a little baggy, and his eyes were extremely sharp, and he did not look at the camera, but looked sideways in the direction of the mountain top behind him.

But I don't know why, after decades, the photo itself is not clear, and I can still feel a strong sense of worry in Meimocun's eyes.

Judging only from the clothes and equipment of the two, they are not just touring the mountains and rivers, but more like participating in a field surgical examination.

I flipped through the photo, and there was a line of pen and small letters on the back of the photo, "In September 1965, I went to Emei again with Brother Cheng'an." ”

Cheng'an is my father's handwriting, which was unusable in those days, and not many people knew about it. Emei, Emei, I really can't remember that my father went to Emei Mountain with Meimo Village in six or five years, at least my father never mentioned it to me. It's just that the political atmosphere has begun to be tense at that time, what made my father and Meimo Village get together and drive thousands of miles to Emei Mountain?

From the time my father mentioned Meimo Village to me, I felt that this person was very mysterious, and seeing the photo from her daughter's hand today not made it clear to him, but made me more and more puzzled, he and his father have been close friends for so many years, but why do I know nothing about what happened between them?

Mei Yujun seemed to have guessed my thoughts, and had regained her flat tone, and began to speak slowly.

Meimo Village gave birth to Meiyu-kun very late, in the year my father's accident. She also had an older brother, thirteen years older than him, who died in the line of duty in eighty-two, and her mother died of illness the year after giving birth to her, and she was raised by her father.

Thinking of the past in my family, I couldn't help but shake my head, the Chang family and the Mei family really have a deep relationship, and even the encounters are so similar.

Because of the old woman, Meimo Village dotes on Mei Yujun, which is not only material, but also a kind of spiritual indulgence.

Perhaps because of the lack of maternal love, Mei Yujun is very precocious, and has a strong sense of self, excelling in her homework since she was a child, and began to be exposed to Western rock music in high school, and was admitted to NTU in college, but at that time, music has been deeply implanted in every cell of her, and she also began to teach herself to play the piano, sing, and began to create.

Mei Mocun took advantage of his vacation to often go to Nanjing to see his daughter, and naturally knew her hobby, but he did not stop her from pursuing rock music, which was regarded as a flood beast at the time. Instead, he bought her a guitar, bought all kinds of music materials, and constantly encouraged her.

By the time she graduated, she had formed a well-known local rock band. Originally, the school assigned her to stay in school to teach, but Mei Yujun knew in her heart that she would either go north to Beijing or south to Guangzhou to engage in music, and rock music could only go to Beijing.

She resolutely refused the assignment from the school and went to Beijing with two companions.

(Great Wisdom, different causes should not be born from different fruits.) If one who can be born, all different dharmas should be born together, and there should be no difference between the other dharma and the dharma that can be born; now there is a difference, how can the clouds be born from different fruits? Great wisdom, if impermanence is a dharma, it should be the same as what is done is impermanence; since impermanence, all impermanence dharma should be permanent. --Ranga Sutra)