Cheng Xiaoyu pushed open the glass door and pulled Xia Shamo into the studio, where a white Steinway grand piano was placed opposite the balcony, and the evening breeze in Los Angeles in April followed the pace of the two, and the soft wind blew the curtain into a flag. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Cheng Xiaoyu opened the piano bench without saying a word, sat in front of the piano, he let go of Xia Shamo's not so delicate hand, opened the lid, and played the first note under Xia Shamo's quiet and peaceful gaze. (BGM - "Summer Wind" QQ Music / Wen Lan, Netease Cloud / Liu Ruiqi Version)

Cheng Xiaoyu wears glasses at home, he sits by the piano in a white round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt, waving his slender and white hands, Xia Shamo stands on the piano, his thin body line and the sinuous piano outline a harmonious picture.

The night is quiet, and April in Los Angeles is like early summer in Shanghai.

Yeah… En…

The July wind is lazy

Even the clouds are getting hot

Soon the day after tomorrow was sullen

After a cloud it rained

Woo… Yeah…

The temperature climbed to the point where it could no longer be tolerated

I simply closed my eyes

Let the imagination change as you like

Cheng Xiaoyu's slightly lazy and tranquil voice and the sound of the piano keys jumping were intertwined, like the wind in Xia Shamo's ears, she was not looking at his handsome side face intently, but following his gaze, as if in the vast weather, looking at the boundless starline in the distance.

Xia Shamo likes nights like this, and she remembers that Cheng Xiaoyu said to him: miles.to.the.horizon. But.on.a.clear.night.I.clear.night.I.can.see.millions.of.lights.years。 (On a clear day, we can only see the horizon at most 4 miles away; but on a clear night, we can easily see stars millions of light-years away.) ）

Although it is not a lonely foreign country where they met each other, Xia Shamo can find the feeling of being dependent on her mother in Cheng Xiaoyu, what kind of feeling is this?

Even if you meet in the crowd of people, you can recognize at a glance who is the indispensable person in your life, just like no matter how she escapes, she can't do without music, which is this sense of fate.

Xia Shamo had read a book about love before, and she read very few idle books, because she had to study hard! She was not a smart person in her studies, and she could only rely on hard work to make up for it.

But Duras's "Lover" is the only book about love that she has read quietly under the covers.

She liked the opening sentence and can still recite it word for word: I'm old. One day, in the hall of a public place, a man came up to me, he offered to introduce himself, and he said to me: "I know you, I will always remember you." You were very young then, and everybody said you were beautiful, and now, I am here to tell you, for me, I think you are more beautiful now than you were when you were younger, when you were a young woman, and I love your devastated face more than you were then. ”??

Instead, she said, although you are perfect at the moment, I prefer Cheng Xiaoyu, who is a little fat, can make jokes, and is shy.

Now he's flying around in the sky, he's going to the best hotels in every city, he's surrounded by sexy and beautiful hipsters, he's chatting and laughing with the cover characters in magazines, and he's going to have to deal with all sorts of things back home.

He is not the little boy who handed her soy milk, everything he gave her was more expensive than she imagined, but the rarest thing for her was the bottle of soy milk for three yuan and five cents, and the most common memory was the embarrassment of him carrying her and pedaling her women's bicycle to escape from school.

Whether he was growing too fast, or whether he was too slow, was a question that made Xia Shamo occasionally slightly frustrated, and she walked with clumsy steps, but she was almost out of sight of his back.

Sometimes the two of them were on the same plane, and they looked out of the same glare window, looking out into the darkness and countless beacon lights—arriving at a stop on his busy schedule, she watched him busy, and felt that she had lost him even though she was so close to him.

The scene is full of two people walking together

My face is also gently pressed against your chest

Hear the heartbeat Wo...

Caring about me as hot as the weather

I will always remember the summer wind

Say you love me clearly

I see your cool smile

There are also times when I am shy

The summer wind is blowing warmly

Through the hair and through the ears

You and my summer

The wind whispered

When Cheng Xiaoyu sang this paragraph, the voice was really like a warm mountain wind, blowing through Xia Shamo's soul.

She is willing to pay, but sometimes she can't figure out what love looks like, and what Cheng Xiaoyu looks like in her heart, now she feels that she understands something.

She wanted to say out loud: "I like you, not only because of the way you look, but also because of the way I am with you;

I like it, not only because of what you do for me, but also because, for you, I can do it;

For you pass through the wilderness of my heart as easily as the sun penetrates through crystal.

She is the girl who loves to wear dresses who likes the summer wind, the girl who fantasizes about walking on the playground with his sweaty hand, the girl who thinks about having several children in the future to teach them what instrument to learn, the girl who wants to watch him grow old until he lies down in the grave together.

If she could turn back time, she would definitely confess in the summer of graduation under the camphor tree with the sound of cicadas, facing the shade of the swaying tree, stepping on the cool bluestone slab - she failed to do so, which is something she still has some resentment about.

But now this song makes up for all the shortcomings in her heart.

Looking at the deep starry sky outside the window, there was a feeling of emptiness and desolation in Cheng Xiaoyu's voice, and she felt that Cheng Xiaoyu was flying with her voice, which reminded her of the poem "Birds and Fish" written by Cheng Xiaoyu in high school.

She wondered why Cheng Xiaoyu could write about the obviously hostile relationship so romantic, she never told him, she always stood by the window of the classroom and secretly watched him leave the school, even if she looked down, it was a gesture of looking up.

This song filled with the atmosphere of the old days completely ignited Xia Shamo's memories, which made her feel that she could spend the rest of her life just by relying on these memories, she held the piano and sang a harmony for Cheng Xiaoyu, although she only listened to the chorus once, she was very familiar with adding more beautiful melodies to Cheng Xiaoyu.

The collaboration between the two was seamless.

Gentle lazy sea breeze

Blowing to the high peaks

The front of the warm wind mountain

It blew into a mountain wind

Gentle lazy sea breeze

Blowing to the high peaks

The front of the warm wind mountain

It blew into a mountain wind

Why aren't you there

Ask the mountain breeze and you will come back

Xia Shamo feels that she is extremely lucky, the luckiest thing is that all her stories belong to Cheng Xiaoyu, at this time the story of her youth has ended, she has properly collected it, and another story with him has begun, maybe it will not be so smooth, but she will wait, chase, and manage with her heart.

Much of the stronger love is hard to put into words, and can only be experienced slowly by a small heart, and when the heart stops beating, it is all lost, perhaps lost in the waves, perhaps buried in the jungle, perhaps condensed in the window of an old building in a foreign land.

But for Xia Shamo, the person she liked has always been in the summer of 17 years old.

Cheng Xiaoyu stopped playing, there was silence all around, he looked up and saw Xia Shamo's eyes with a shallow tear stain, glowing with colorful halos under the light, which reminded Cheng Xiaoyu of a sentence in the "Book of Songs": There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears for her, and said with a somewhat pitiful smile: "This song is called "Summer Wind". ”

Xia Shamo grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's hand that had not yet fallen, plucked up the courage to lower her head and pecked him lightly on the lips.......

There was no better time than this moment, and she had to remember the feeling of her first kiss, his cold lips, the white T-shirt and black slacks he was wearing, the glasses he was wearing in front of a white Steinway piano, and the milky and grassy scent of avocado on the corners of his mouth.

These details had to be etched into her mind, and she wanted it all to be measured not even by an oath.

Xia Shamo's heart was beating fast, because she had never been so bold and active, but she, now, now, didn't want to regret it when she recalled it in the future.

I am summer, you are the wind, and I am an unfinished dream.

(What happens next?)