Early Saturday morning, Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan took the high-speed train to Hangzhou.

When he came to Jiangdong by high-speed train for the first time, Fang Yan wanted to find Su Su, and he was in a nervous mood, but now, he only felt down-to-earth and satisfied. Yuan Yuan hadn't slept enough, so she snuggled up to Fang Yan all the way, holding his arm and sleeping.

The last time he went to Lu Dacheng's house, he didn't buy anything, and he regretted it. This time to find Old Man Ma, Fang Yan brought a bottle of wine, which Lao Liu had treasured for many years. It's not expensive, but it's delicious. Lao Liu has repeatedly emphasized that the more expensive the wine, the better.

"Uncle Ma?"

"You're here!"

The community where Ma Shengguang lives is easy to find, and there is a large garden in front of the building, half of which has been converted into a vegetable patch. At 9 o'clock in the morning, the old man Ma was wearing a big straw hat and was busy in the vegetable field, his hands covered with wet soil.

The sun is dazzling, the air is moist and fresh, and the neighborhood is exceptionally quiet.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I ate it, I got out of the car and ate it just now. ”

"What did you eat?"

"Uh, McDonald's. ”

From the garden directly into the balcony, is the old man's living room. The whole wall of the living room is a bookshelf, and there is a study next to the living room, with a shiny upright piano against the wall, a large desk, and two walls of bookshelves behind it.

Old man Ma took Fang Yan to visit the house. A study piano room, three bedrooms, and a spacious living room. The decoration is relatively simple, but it is warm and comfortable, and it feels like home.

Old man Ma personally brewed two cups of Longjing tea that had just come down in spring, and the green leaves flew up and down in the glass, and the faint sweet fragrance instantly dispersed. While he was talking, Old Man Ma's wife came back with a small cart, and she had just bought a bunch of vegetables.

"Xiao Yan is from the north?

"Yes. ”

Old man Ma is just 61 years old, and he looks like he is in his 50s. His wife looked younger, slender, and wore loose clothes at home, not quite like an old lady. Her eyes were very bright, she couldn't stop looking at Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan, and smiled kindly: "That's right, let's eat dumplings at noon." ”

Fang Yan thought that after he was released from prison, he had not eaten dumplings. In prison, it is often eaten, and the prisoners gather together to mix noodles, chop stuffing, wrap it in front of a long table, and then let the master chef of the canteen cook it.

"Auntie, don't be busy. ”

The wife's face turned blank and said, "Don't call aunt, call aunt." ”

"Auntie......"

The aunt grabbed Yuan Yuan and didn't let go, and praised her for her good looks.

Old man Ma took Fang Yan to the garden, tending to the flowers and plants, and pruning the branches and leaves. Fang Yan couldn't imagine that there was so much work to be done in a garden. He bent over and worked under the sun until noon, and he was actually so tired that he was out of breath.

Yuan Yuan followed Aunt Ma to make dumplings in the kitchen. She is a southerner, and Mu has a habit of eating dumplings, and it is the first time she has made it. She looks stupid, but she learns quickly, and the little dumplings she wraps are flawless.

Fang Yan pointed to a large piece of dumplings and asked, "You made all of this?"

"Fried noodles. Yuan Yuan smiled proudly.

The famous singer Ma Yue also came back at noon and had dinner together. In addition to the steaming dumplings, Aunt Ma also fried a few home-cooked dishes, all of which tasted very good.

A table of people was eating lively, Ma Yue asked east and west, Fang Yan's restraint at the beginning was long gone.

After being released from prison, he felt at home for the first time. and Yang Zhenyu are friends, Uncle Qin Yun is always serious, Lao Liu is always not serious, Ji Shanshan always wants to take care of him. But Ma Shengguang and his wife were calm and kind, sitting at the dinner table, Fang Yan felt indescribably comfortable.

After eating and cleaning up the table, Fang Yan glanced at the piano bag leaning against the wall and asked Old Man Ma, "Shall I play the piano for you?"

"No, no, you two take a nap and go out to play. ”

"Play?"

"That's right, go to the edge of the West Lake. Old man Ma took out half a bag of bread slices from the refrigerator and handed it to Yuan Yuan. "Feed the goldfish, they like bread the most. ”

Aunt Ma pointed to the guest room and said, "You little couple will sleep in this room at night." ”

Fang Yan shook his head and said, "Auntie, this is resolutely not good, we have all booked a hotel." ”

Ma Yue greeted on the side and said, "What kind of hotel do you live in, it's so expensive, you can retreat." ”

Fang Yan felt that it was too inappropriate to live in Ma Shengguang's house for the first time. But the family was very enthusiastic, and after persuading hard, Yuan Yuan agreed for Fang Yan.

The two stood on the edge of the West Lake, the waves of the lake rushing to the shore, and the golden and red goldfish gathered in schools in the water, flicking their tails, exhaling in big gulps, and the water bubbles gurgling up to the surface.

Yuan Yuan squatted down, tore off a piece of bread, and threw it into the water, the bread spread out on the water, and the small fish opened their mouths frantically and ate it all in an instant.

"They are so cute!" Yuan Yuan chuckled.

Fang Yan felt that he had come to Hangzhou to take a class with Ma Shengguang. I can't think of just working in the garden, eating, and playing in the city. It's weird. Standing by the lake and blowing a small breeze, he felt his body completely relaxed.

Yuan Yuan's half a bag of bread slices were fed, and the little goldfish were still not satisfied, and they circled under her shadow. The two walked around the city for a long time holding hands, forgetting the time, and did not go back to Old Man Ma's house for dinner until the evening.

After dinner, Fang Yan took out his guitar.

The whole family sat on the sofa in the living room. Old Man Ma was not surprised by the tattered mottled marks of the guitar, he took a closer look at the guitar and praised: "The wood is very good." ”

Fang Yan played the piano at will, out of control, and played for more than an hour. He felt that his sentences had a lot of baroque flavors, and it was no wonder that he played with Kong Lei for two hours yesterday, and his head was full of all kinds of Bach words and sentences.

Old man Ma had a calm face, an unfathomable smile, and his fingers tapped lightly.

“……”

After playing the guitar, Old Man Ma also said a word of guidance.

The bed in the guest room was very soft, and Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan were lying on their sides facing each other, in the dark, not daring to make any intimate moves.

"We stayed at Mr. Ma's house for the first time, how bad it is, it will cause trouble for them. ”

"Nothing bad......" Yuan Yuan said in his ear.

The next morning, Fang Yan played the guitar to Old Man Ma again, but he still listened with a smile and didn't say a word. Fang Yan was a little bottomless, he felt that he was playing the piano against a huge abyss, and there was no echo at all.

Yuan Yuan has been following Aunt Ma, learning to cook, and talking non-stop.

"Hehehe. Old man Ma smiled innocently.

In the afternoon, Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan left Old Man Ma's house and took the high-speed train back.

"We'll come every weekend from now on. Yuan Yuan looked at the huge telephone pole speeding by outside the window and asked.

"No, every other week. ”

"Then I'll go with you. I promised Aunt Ma to learn how to cook with her, as well as steamed buns. I'll make a lot of delicious food in the future and feed you. ”

Old man Ma has lived most of his life and has many stories. He talked a lot with Fang Yan, but few words were related to music. He made an appointment with Fang Yan to come to Hangzhou once every two weeks to be his companion.

They didn't get along for a long time, and when they said goodbye, Fang Yan actually had a feeling of reluctance. Back in Jiangdong, Fang Yan still felt in a trance: I didn't eat less, but what did I learn?