The fresh and bright melody resounded all over the bar, a guitar seemed to have life in Jiang Yucheng's hands, and the sunshine unique to the nineteen-year-old performed different affectionate tactful.

Everyone's eyes are drawn to the oversized curtain next to the stage, and the photos flash from childhood to adolescence in turn, recording the past that can no longer be repeated, but it is true that it has existed until yesterday.

Each photograph is like a record of a story, a past, a friendship, from the first black and white seven-year-old boy and four-year-old girl to the later color film, and then to the digital age, the two people continue to grow, or smile or silently face each other, as if they have never been separated.

Each photograph is projected with a line written on it, the date, place, and person, clearly recording how old he was that year, how old she was, what he was doing at that time, and what she was doing or thinking.

In the photo, there are also Lu Jinyu, Jiang Xiancheng and Zhan Xiaoyan, four boys and a girl mixed in the compound of the military region, one wearing a green military uniform and one gun snatched from the guards, quite arrogant and arrogant to dominate the party, happy and carefree youth.

As time passed, the children who appeared in the picture gradually grew up, and there were more and fewer people. There are more beautiful girls around the big boys, and there are fewer pairs of them holding hands, and there are only two people who remain the same - Jiang Yucheng and Zhan Xiaoyi.

From Beijing to Shanghai, from Qingdao to Xining, from the coldest and northernmost Mohe River in the motherland to Dali in the southwest where the four seasons are like spring, the beautiful scenery of the north and south of the river is presented one by one in their flying youth.

Sometimes, there is only one person in the photo, holding the camera to face the camera, and the subtitle will appear with the same line, the only thing that changes is the location - I am Jiang Yucheng, this is the smile in my eyes, we are in Hangzhou, on the shore of the beautiful West Lake. In the camera where she pressed the shutter, it was me.

The last few are clearly dated in the lower right corner, the three days since Zhan Xiaoyi disappeared.

Blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, silver beach, a long white dress with a smile facing away from the camera, facing the sea, the long skirt floats up with the wind to reveal a small slender ankle, blown by the fine sand blown by the wind, shining brightly in the sun. I couldn't see her expression, just a long black hair flying wantonly between heaven and earth, and a small palm raised on her forehead to look up at the sky in the distance. In the same white clothes and pants, Jiang Yucheng stood beside her with his hands in his trouser pockets, his straight back half a side face, and he looked intently at her raised side face.

——I'm Jiang Yucheng, standing next to me and looking up at the sky, it's still the same smile, we have grown up. Tomorrow is my nineteenth birthday, and she's about to be sixteen. Smile, your flower season, what kind of seasonal fragrance will bloom. Still standing quietly beside me, facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming.

The last picture is still the same sea, the setting sun reflects the golden red sea level, and the sky is so blue that it is thorough. Jiang Yucheng sat on the silver sand with his hands on his knees, smiling on his side in the same posture as him, leaning his head back on his shoulder, his wide eyes without focus, not knowing where to look. Jiang Yucheng turned his head and looked at her contemplatively, wanting to speak, but he was afraid of being disturbed.

There is no half-sentence explanation for this photo, only the date, which is still the day before the birthday, the sunset by the sea. The curtain completely blackened and seemed to disappear, and then white words slowly appeared, and the words were typed out—

Smile, this year, are you going to Tibet?

Before the age of 20, he traveled all over the country. Next year, the last stop, the beautiful and mysterious Kanas landscape......

Everyone is watching quietly, as if they have gone from childhood to the present day with them. What flowed in the air was Jiang Yucheng's clear and quiet singing, as if it was still in that sea, shining in the sun, and the sun was setting.

During the singing, he never smiled, just like the smile on the stage just now, standing quietly, looking extremely focused.

After singing once, he stood there and said nothing, just kept playing the guitar and stared at her intently, staring at her like a man.

The cold wine dangled from the edge of the glass and dripped on Yinzhen's trembling fingers. He stood in the corner that seemed to have been forgotten, his gaze still resting on the blackened curtain. Every time he saw a group photo of them and a sentence that Jiang Yucheng recorded with his heart, he stiffened for a minute, and his steps unconsciously retreated, until he reached the sofa and almost sat down, unable to stand steadily.

He didn't know what Jiang Yucheng was singing, but he could understand the firm and eager gaze that flashed in his eyes. He's a man, how could he not understand.

He had never known that their past was so rich and exciting, and that they would even say good things. What about twelve years?

Hugged and kissed by him, she escaped, fled to Jiang Yucheng's side, and leaned on Jiang Yucheng's shoulder. And what about him...... And what?

Sick, dreaming, can't let go.

He persistently came back to her, but ten years had passed since a dream.

The blank space of these ten years has long been occupied by the boy, filling her life. Even with those twenty-five years of royal marriage, he still couldn't find her for the short ten years she was here. The inexplicable trust and reliance she relied on him when she was a child seems to have been diluted by time and can never be recovered. Like she said, she grew up and didn't believe him.

At that time, she was so young and immature that he could barely face it, and Shang Neng stole two eggs from the house at night for fear that he would be hungry, even if it was because she didn't like to eat. Now, she has grown up, and she is old enough to be chased by boys to show her love, but she left him in the small yard for three days and three nights and ignored him, and even followed the boy who made it clear that she liked her to see the sea.

Yinzhen's eyes slowly closed, and let the darkness envelop him, but he couldn't forget those pictures. The beautiful West Lake, the three pools and the moon, the promise he made to her has never been fulfilled, but she has already been there, and a boy named Jiang Yucheng is not him.

The sound of the drum kit gradually clears up, and the rhythm becomes brighter. Lu Jinyu smiled softly and affectionately, stared at the little woman standing next to him and looked up from the audience, and sang it repeatedly. The eyes of the two people were always glued together, never separated.

Jiang Xiancheng's voice slowly joined, different from the two brothers, his voice was low and mellow, blending the electronic sound of the keyboard and the thick mid-bass played by the bass player next to him, which was strangely and exquisitely matched, more like a steady man's affectionate expression to his partner in the hustle and bustle of the world.

Hearing the ambiguous laughter and sharp whistles in the audience, Jiang Xiancheng glanced at Lu Jinyu, who was bending over and pecking lightly on his lover's lips while beating the drum, and looked at his wife who was standing aside and smiling for a moment, and suddenly played a string of variations on the keyboard.

After SOLO, the stage and the audience gradually fell silent, except for a guitar that played slowly. In the end, even the guitar sound disappeared, and only the soulful singing voice remained......

Jiang Yucheng stood in the center of the stage, the corners of his mouth hidden behind the microphone hooked into his usual smile, but his eyes flashed as hot as the summer sun. Singing in a low voice, repeatedly.

Listentothemusicofthemomentmaybesingwithme.

We-rejustonebigfamily.

Andit-syourGod-forsakenrighttobelovedlovelovedloveloved.

SoIwon-thesitatenomore,nomore.

ItcannotwaitI-msure.

There-snoneedtocomplicate.Ourtimeisshort.

Thisis,thisis,thisisourfate,I-myours.

Offstage, it was incredibly quiet.

No one made a sound or moved, not even breathing. Many of the girls looked at him with wide eyes, and the boys paid attention to the smile they made to him.

No matter how well Zhan Xiao thinks about it, no matter how hard he tries to treat it as if it has nothing to do with him, in the face of such Jiang Yucheng and those flashing pasts, he is still shocked, and there is still a trace of unbearability and helplessness in his barely smiling eyes.

Only, there was no panic.

She has always cherished this friendship accumulated by teenagers, and she doesn't want to change or let each other be hurt, but she seems a little powerless at this time. It seems that the time has really come to make a decision, to accept his loss of love, or to reject his loss of friendship.

No matter what the result is, it is the same in her eyes, only giving, not gaining. Just like the reality she once recognized, everything she likes and wants to keep will be lost. It hasn't changed in the last 16 years, and it still remains today.

Everyone knows that Jiang Yucheng likes to smile, everyone knows that he never expresses and never retreats, and she never accepts or refuses.

A pair that everyone is optimistic about, they always walk together naturally, never far away, but they also seem to have never come close.

At this moment, at this moment, she is so affectionate and attentive to publicly show her love, she is not tempted?

Everyone was waiting to see how such a Jiang Yucheng would get a response with a smile. Everyone expects a happy ending, just like no one likes to see a tragic ending.

There are many classmates and friends in the crowd who grew up with the two, and in their hearts, it is only a matter of time before they accept the smile. And Jiang Yucheng, the most important thing is patience, even if twelve years is really long, for some boys, girlfriends have already changed one after another.

The bar suddenly went dark, and I don't know who turned off the lights on the stage, and a candle lit up in the distance, slowly moving towards the front of the stage.

Zhan smiled and quietly patted his chest, his soul returned to his place, and his fingers drew a small cross on his chest, and he recited silently, "God have mercy on me, Guanyin reproduces that you are the most beautiful lotus in the world, sending charcoal in the snow to save the field is like fighting a fire, and loving you for hundreds of millions of light years will never change."

The sister-in-law of the Jiang family pushed her silver cake cart in front of her, and on it was placed the birthday cake she had made for an afternoon.

Zhan's smiling face hung even lower, almost sinking into Lin Ruoli's soft chest, and muttered, "Woman...... It's the cutest elf in the world. It is women who understand women best, and it is still women who make it difficult for women, so why should women be embarrassed by women. ”

Lin Ruoli was itched by the hot breath that kept spurting out of her mouth, pushing her smiling head and laughing helplessly and pitifully, and quietly urged, "Hurry up, die early and live early." If you grind with me again, people have to treat you as a lala, and you can really get rid of Jiang Ercheng completely. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have a sudden epiphany, his hands raised his smiling face slightly, his eyes flashed and he asked in a low voice, "You shouldn't have done it on purpose, then don't ruin my reputation." ”

Zhan Xiao's fingers reached into her waist viciously and pinched it, and said angrily: "You are just Lala, your whole family Lala." After speaking, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Ruoli took a long breath and rubbed his waist, he turned around with a smirk and held the cake cart.

Yin Zhen's closed eyes opened suddenly, and her calves moved half a step against the sofa, and she was easily found in the crowd that came forward. A small profile was reflected in the candlelight, illuminating her silhouette, and her low-hanging curly eyelashes blinked slightly. Warm, distant.

His thumb rubbed stiffly against the glass in his hand, repeatedly, the melted ice was full of water vapor on the walls of the glass, foggy, and it was impossible to see the wine that was constantly shaking and almost shaking out of it. Under the pressure and friction of his fingertips, fine water droplets were pushed out, wet the whitened knuckles, and cold condensed into crystals.

Jiang Yucheng turned around and leaned his guitar on the barstool, hiding the loss that was deep in his eyes, and still walked over with a smile and stopped opposite Zhan Xiaoyi.

I don't know who shouted, remobilizing the cold atmosphere, "This year is different, show your smile, you didn't have only one two written on your cake." It's so complicated, I'm afraid I'll have to invite a high math teacher. ”

Everyone looked at the cake full of numbers and addition, subtraction, multiplication and division symbols, and instantly burst into laughter.

"It turns out that you can't just sing, you have to solve the problem before you can eat cake. Jiang Yucheng made his own joke and looked at the cake that Zhan Xiaoyi had made for him seriously, as if he wanted to memorize the long list of number symbols in his heart.

On the square-shaped chocolate cake, there are no decorations, only a math problem, which is very long. The root number, the power, the large and small brackets are set one by one, and each group of numbers has a two, and a long string is written all over the surface of the cake. Finally, after a small equal sign, blank, as if waiting for someone to fill in the answer.