The hotel where she works has also become a frequent place for me, and I have adapted to the environment and no longer feel cramped and uneasy. When I was working in Qiupei, I wandered around the hotel except for all the places where I needed to swipe my room card. There is a book room just down the lobby with free tea and coffee, and more magazines and bestsellers that are not to my taste - but the tea is very much to my taste. The first time I passed by the bookstore, I was deeply fascinated, but the decoration inside made me think it was a consumer area, and I didn't dare to go in or ask. When I chatted with her during her work break, she told me that the bookstore was completely free, including the first cup of tea. The first time I went inside, I fell asleep looking at a financial magazine, which I had read with my class president when I was at school. I slept so badly that I was woken up by Qiu Pei and found that I was covered with a blanket - it was covered by the staff inside.

The piano in that banquet hall has greatly improved my piano skills, but it is still only at the beginning stage, and if you want to play independently, you still need to practice for a long time.

"It's like you said it yourself. Qiu Pei said: "You are just slow to get started." ”

The longer I stayed at that hand-drawn company, the more freedom I had in my work, and I didn't go to the company once in a while when I had nothing to do, and I wasn't penalized. I had more time to rest with her at the same time, and before I became acquainted with her, her life was simple, as if there was only a piano. I don't know what she's doing when the door is closed and I'm in the house—probably memorizing pages and pages of boring sheet music. As we get to know each other better, her life becomes more colorful and cheerful. I took her to all the famous places in the city, as well as interesting places that I discovered on my own. Her sense of direction is extremely poor, and she has never judged the right direction except for the sunrise and sunset, where she can tell the east and west by the sun. Once, I was waiting for her under a row of sugar palm trees across an intersection, and when I told her the direction on the phone, she walked in the opposite direction for more than twenty minutes, taking more than half an hour for something that would have taken only one minute.

Every trip is planned by me, she is completely compliant, and every time she goes out to play, she is full of novelty and happy. My ability and familiarity with the city is entirely due to Yingxiu. I sometimes tell Yingxiu exactly what he said when he introduced a scenic spot, and sometimes even the tour route is exactly the same, and I copy it completely. I also discovered a lot of new and interesting things. The first time I took her to the sea, it was the same place I used to go to when I first came to the city, with sandy beaches and rocks, and the abandoned iron boat was always tethered there. I hope she likes that place, she doesn't think it's interesting. said that he grew up by the sea since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything new about it. I understood why Yingxiu explained to me why there was no one in such a good environment. For some, things that are too ordinary are treasures for others, and so is the formula for happiness.

The city is hot and humid all year round, and the heavy rain is said to fall, and the orange alert for high temperature and heavy rain is issued at the same time, as if the wind is blowing the sea directly into the city. We must bring umbrellas when we travel, we brought two at the beginning, and only one at the end. I like the long-handled umbrella, which looks like an old gentleman in a movie, and it is very memorable. When it rained, we clinged to each other under our umbrellas, and it wasn't until one time a young girl threw an envious look at us under a sugar palm tree that I felt that something was wrong, that we were not lovers. But it happened, and I let it continue, and over time, I fell in love with the feeling of her clinging to my body.

I took her to see a crocodile for the first time, tearing up half a longhorn goat in a shallow swamp at the zoo, which cost a hundred and fifty dollars to see the show, and she thought predators were too cruel. We spent a speedboat in our purse, and I spent a dozen hours learning how to steer her, and I drove her to an island where I almost got hit by rocks from a cliff below. The cliffs were covered with nests of unknown birds, and bird droppings covered the entire cliff, white as if they had been brushed with a mutilated brush. When we saw the alder on the island, I was amazed and told her that it was a very valuable species, that she didn't know how it came to be here, and that there was no protection. She suggested that I call the authorities to protect her, and at first I agreed with her idea, but in the end I didn't. We sat under the coconut trees by the sea and watched the sun sink into the ocean in the distance, twilight. Walk through the ever-wet city hall square flower path to see the dance performances of ethnic minorities. Participating in the annual coastal marathon, she gave up less than three kilometers and took a taxi to the finish line to wait for me. I was left behind by more than 80 people, and in the end I only won a medal called the "End-of-the-Course Award". But as luck would have it, as the exclusive authority of those who persevered to the end, I raffled a mountain bike worth 5,000 yuan. We sold our bikes and bought an electric piano. She is excellent in the water, she dives into the water like a fish, she has the right to swim for free in the pool of the hotel where she works once a week, and can take one person with her. The first time I went down to the pool, I sat down one underwater step after another to the bottom of the pool, holding on to the mosaic walls of the pool in fear, not daring to take a step. The water went up to my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe, like I had encountered a nightmare in my sleep. The second time I got used to the difficulty of breathing caused by the water pressure, she started to teach me how to swim. She taught me to dive first, bury my whole head in the water for five seconds, and then learn to float on my stomach. I drank an unknown number of sips of water from the pool, but I still didn't learn to float on my stomach, and since then, I've vowed never to swim again. But after a few years, I learned to swim.

The city is very large, and at first it seems that you will never be able to finish it, but when you go to all the fun places, you find that in fact, no matter how big the city is, there are corners and corners, until there is no end to the sea.

She is also planning her life, and after many discussions with her family and weighing the pros and cons, she decided to become a music teacher. She bought a lot of revision materials to prepare for her teaching certificate. During that time, she spent more time reviewing after work every day, and spent less time guiding me, most of the time I watched the scores and practiced by myself. The electric piano is more realistic, the sound quality is better, I practice it well, and she occasionally puts down the book and comes over to guide me. The days pass smoothly, people don't take the initiative to think about the future, can't feel the passage of time, forget the waste, think that everything is as tough as ever, always as they hope, and never sink.

She often fell asleep in my bed while reading revision materials, when my house was already air-conditioned, and her cold body curled up together. I covered her with a blanket, the warmth made her gradually stretch out, the blanket wrapped her body in a bumpy figure, and she lay on the bed for a long time. I stopped practicing, I would pick up a book and read it, and the damp heat would make the pages damp, and when I opened it, the smell of ink mixed with the smell of dampness came out - it smelled good. The damp and soft pages make it possible to turn the book without making any sound. One day, I was also drowsy while reading a book, and I also fell into a deep sleep next to her. I woke up in the night, and the lamp on my desk where I was reading glowed white, illuminating the corner of my desk. The blanket was over me, and she sat on the table reading her revision materials.

I asked her what time it was, and she told me eight thirty o'clock, and I remembered how long I had slept for four hours. She looked at me and tried to say something, but she stopped and continued to read. I cleared my mind, sat down in front of the electric piano, and turned down my voice – I would turn down my voice when I practiced in the evening, press the first note, and play "The Melancholy of Love" that I was practicing.

"Why are you playing this tune?" she asked.

"Because I'm practicing. I said, "You have to be proficient." ”

Halfway through the game, she walked up behind me and hugged me from behind, her chest soft against my back, her face poking over my left cheek, pressing against my cheek, and her left hand grabbed the fingers of my left hand and pressed them on the keys: "Pianist, you are not doing this fingering right." "The smell of her shampoo echoed through my room, and the smell was even stronger when she was pressed against my face, and her hair hung down on my shoulders.

Until then, all I knew was that our relationship was starting out unusual, but I preferred to believe that it was just an illusion under the enduring sound of the piano, and that I had been trying to convince myself that it was supposed to be. I used to think about what kind of friends we would become, what kind of point would be there when all the hidden would be revealed, I thought of many possibilities, but I never thought that she would hug me from behind one night. I was caught off guard, hoping that she would keep holding her, and that she would leave the moment my heart jumped out of my mouth, all my hopes were for the fact that I didn't know what was going to happen next. My fingers were stiff, my left hand was grasped by her, and my right hand was repeating four notes mechanically, and the sound was monotonous and distant against the backdrop of the lamp next to me. I couldn't speak and didn't know what to say. She kissed me on the cheek.

"Should I call you a painter or a musician?" she said, "Do you know where you put your left hand when you first went to sleep?"

"I don't know. I swallowed and said, "I slept deeply." ”