Qiao Rongcheng stood on the corner of the street, with a white shirt and black pants, a ponytail, a strand of hair hanging down, he didn't seem to care, his chin was on the cheek rest of the violin, his eyes were half-closed, and he was holding a bow in his right hand to pull the strings. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The distant and gentle music is as soft as flowing water.

At his feet, the black case opened, and five or six people stood scattered around, stopping to listen. An old lady carries a basket, and half a baguette leans out of it. The tall father, with a curly-haired brown and yellow hair riding around his neck, grabbed his son's two ankles, and the father and son stopped to look at it with a grin. A backpack couple, standing quietly hand in hand.

Xu Shuangchuan stood farther away, and after being surprised, she suddenly understood why Qiao Rongcheng didn't go to his school in advance and wait for the start of school directly, but to find a prosperous city to transition for a few months, and the street music always had to be densely populated.

Some people passed in front of Qiao Rongcheng, listened for a while and looked at each other, and then still walked forward, while some people stood still after listening. Qiao Rongcheng was unmoved, standing on the street, as if standing on a one-person stage, immersed in his own music.

Xu Shuang fell in his heart with infinite admiration.

At the end of the song, people applauded and threw some money into the piano case on the ground, Qiao Rongcheng carried the piano and bowed slightly, looking calm.

Xu Shuang saw that the people were scattering one after another, and he was also preparing to leave quietly. At this time, Qiao Rongcheng raised her eyebrows, and she had no choice but to smile.

Qiao Rongcheng also smiled and nodded.

The two of them greeted each other from a distance. Xu Shuangchuan hesitated to go up and say a few words, thinking that he was working to earn money, and he was afraid that it would be bad to chat, so he turned around and walked a few steps.

When the music sounded, she subconsciously looked back, only to see Qiao Rongcheng resting the violin on his shoulder again, pulling the strings with a bow, and playing seriously. Xu Shuangchuan secretly admired, he was talented in one song, one song after another, the interval time was so short, playing the violin seemed easy, such a song after song, but the degree of hard work was not small.

The old lady who was about to leave stopped again, turned back, and the little hairy head that was riding on her father's neck turned her head, and glanced at it with a smile, and the father and son walked elsewhere. Xu Shuangchuan was about to continue walking, and suddenly felt that the song was indescribably familiar. She listened attentively, and suddenly remembered that it was jasmine.

What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, fragrant and beautiful, fragrant and white people praise, let me pluck you and give it to someone else's house.

Under the clear blue sky, the music is fresh and soft, a little cheerful, and gently excretes a trace of melancholy lingering, sometimes like jumping in a circle under the flower tree, sometimes like watching and envy in front of the tree, Xu Shuang listened to the music, and couldn't help humming silently with the beat in his heart.

The jasmine tree in the green space next to her house is in bloom.

Xuanchun loves jasmine, and once when she came back from a walk after dinner, she happily washed a bowl-like goldfish bowl and inserted a thin branch with a white bud into it. Xu Manting only said: "Isn't it okay to pick flowers?"

"When the king saw me, she bent another one and gave it to me. Xuan Chunhua said happily. At that time, Grandma Wang was only in her sixties, in good health, quick in action, and picking flowers was really not a problem.

"That's what you want, so Grandma Wang broke and broke it. Xu Shuang said in her belly, she was close to her mother at the time, but she heard her mother shouting: "Grandma Wang, what are you doing? Oh, the jasmine flowers are blooming so well? If you want it, I will also take one back and incense it, thank you, thank you." ”

"Frost is tired of doing homework, and smelling the fragrance can refresh you. Xuanchun Hua happily held the goldfish bowl and put it in the room of Xu Shuang.

Xu Shuangchuan pouted helplessly at Jasmine. She had always thought that her mother had done a little obscenity. In a weekly diary assigned by the school, she wrote about this incident, and the title was that her mother and her neighbor's grandmother were flower thieves, because she described the tangled mentality that she wanted to stop but couldn't stop more delicately, and she also got a five-pointed star.

What a beautiful jasmine.

Standing on the street, the music flowed around her, Xu Shuangchuan was homesick, a good violin, and when she reached the slow end, she heard the sadness of the erhu.

Scarce applause fell, Xu Shuang stood on his own, did not applaud, and looked straight in the direction of Qiao Rongcheng. He bowed his head in motion, the corners of his lips curled.

Xu Shuangchuan felt that she had to thank Qiao Rongcheng for letting her listen to such a beautiful song in vain.

At dusk, the light on the balcony is getting darker and darker, Xu Shuang put down the needle and thread, straightened his waist, pinched his neck, looked at the cloth bag sewn with a third in his hand, half regret and half annoyance, the stitch is so ugly that it can't be seen, but there is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the cloth bag must continue to be sewn down to make a pillowcase, otherwise the small needle will always poke on the cloth, which is always a risk factor.

Xu Shuangchuan sighed softly, rubbed his astringent eyes, and decided to rest for a while before continuing to dry. She got up and moved the stool back to her room and went downstairs to pour water.

"Huh?" There was a yellow light leaking from the attic, and Xu Shuang lowered his head and asked, "John, are you back?"

Qiao Rongcheng leaned out half of his body and looked under the movable board. "Just came back. ”

Xu Shuangchuan nodded, she was on the balcony and didn't hear the footsteps of the wooden ladder. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, what about you?"

"I ate earlier than Aunt Jie's today. ”

Qiao Rongcheng put the violin down, climbed down the wooden ladder, and said with a smile: "Then today I am the last." "He came back late and missed Huang Jie's dinner time.

"Your violin plays beautifully. Xu Shuangjiang leaned on the wooden ladder and praised it bluntly.

When Qiao Rongcheng heard this, he looked at her carefully, and couldn't help but say, "Really?"

"Really, I think it's good. ”

"Thank you, thank you. Qiao Rongcheng laughed and said modestly, "I am at the level of the rehearsal of the Children's Palace, I saw that you left after listening to Jasmine, I thought it was terrible, I came out to offer ugliness, and even the neighbors couldn't bear to listen to it." ”

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm going to have something to do when I come back. Xu Shuangchuan said frankly, with great admiration in his eyes, "I used to sign up for the Children's Palace, but I was rejected by the teacher, you are really amazing." ”

Qiao Rongcheng listened happily: "What is so good about me? ”

Xu Shuangchuan was half curious, half concerned: "Is it okay today?

"It's okay," Qiao Rongcheng has a good income and is very interested, "I'm going to buy a bicycle and go around Amsterdam, it will definitely be more lively." ”

Xu Shuangchuan said with a smile: "It just so happens that a classmate of mine called in the afternoon and said that her roommate wants to sell bicycles, do you want to go and see it? ”

"Great, why don't you take me there tomorrow?"

"Okay. Xu Shuangchuan said sincerely, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, we have to take care of face if we don't have an acquaintance here, everyone can be very straightforward." ”

Qiao Rongcheng leaned on the wooden ladder and smiled: "I know." He was grateful, "I've been asking you for help lately." ”

"It's just a gesture. Xu Shuangchuan said disapprerovitically. (To be continued.) )