Two months later, at noon, Hu Juan was teary-eyed on the platform of Yuanzhou Railway Station, and Sun Ziming sighed lightly and put down her luggage and gently stroked her little head.

"Juanzi, don't cry, I'll be back for the New Year. During winter break, I'll pick you up from school and we'll go home together."

"Brother Ziming, you must write to me, you must come to pick me up."

"Definitely, after you graduate, I will take you to the capital and take the entrance examination to the conservatory."

……

With a whistle, Hu Juan looked at the distant train and burst into tears, chased the train and ran away, and squatted on the ground like a child and cried. Sun Ziming, who was next to the car window, looked at the figure on the platform, and his heart was uncomfortable and his eyes were sour, this is the person who made him regret it in his previous life!

……

Two days and two nights later, Sun Ziming got off the train with his luggage and found the school bus with his familiar way.

"Hello senior brother, I am a freshman in the eighth-sixth grade Chinese department, my name is Sun Ziming."

"You are Sun Ziming? Are you getting better? My name is He Qiangguo, level 85! ”

"Okay, Senior Brother Xie Xie cares."

Sun Ziming looked at He Qiangguo with some sadness, three years later, this brother will fall in a pool of blood, which will become a nightmare that he has been lingering for more than twenty years. Putting down the luggage, Sun Ziming followed He Qiangguo to receive other freshmen, looking at this experienced freshman, He Qiangguo couldn't help asking: "Ziming, I don't think you look like a student, but a bit like a teacher!" ”

"Qiangguo, you're really right, when I took a break from school, I was a substitute teacher for half a year. If you don't mind, you can call me Mr. Sun! ”

"Get out! Lao Tzu is now your authentic senior brother, boy, call a senior brother to listen to it! ”

The two greeted the new students while laughing, and He Qiangguo really convinced this original classmate and now his junior brother. A child in a mountain village is actually better than himself, a Jingyouzi, and he can talk in a good way!

"Strong country, I trust you with something".

"Say".

"After a while, my third brother will come to the capital to look for work, can you help me get a temporary residence permit or something?"

"Simple, I'll take him then. As soon as you kid heard that my son was a public security officer, he climbed the pole, and he has a future! ”

He Qiangguo's father is the political commissar of the Public Security Bureau of Haidian District, and it is really not a big deal for him to get a temporary residence permit. He Qiangguo agreed, and at the same time peeked at the beautiful female freshman in front of him with his eyes, she was the woman who jumped lightly from the tall building.

……

With those memories, Sun Ziming found all the friends who sang, drank, and fought when they had nothing to do. On the weekend, everyone came back drunk from He Qiang's country and sat on the roof of the dormitory building to count the stars and look at the moon.

I don't know who started and talked about love, and a group of young people talked happily.

"Ziming, do you have a goal? There are two good ones in your class, especially the one named Jiang Li."

Sun Ziming, who drank high, also returned to his youthful and frivolous years, showing off proudly.

"Lao Tzu is not as good as you, all are theoreticians, and Lao Tzu's wives are married!"

Everyone didn't believe it, so they pressed Sun Ziming and added punches and kicks for a while, forcing him to take out the photo. Sun Ziming was not hypocritical, took everyone to the dormitory, and took out the book from the drawer. He Guosheng snatched it, took out a photo from the book, and everyone's heads went up.

In front of the common Badaling scenery of the Great Wall, Hu Juan's little head was lying on Sun Ziming's shoulder and smiling like a flower, which stunned everyone.

"Tell us, where is this girl?"

As soon as He Qiangguo's words fell, another photo fell out of the book, and Sun Ziming picked it up and clamped it again, his face turned gloomy and sad.

"This is uncle, right? Hey, nine times out of ten, life is not as expected, don't think too much, people have to look forward. Uncle doesn't want you to be like this, we live well, and they will be at peace in heaven."

It was Zhang Haijun who spoke, who also lost his father a few years ago, and he understood this pain very well.

Sun Ziming wiped the moist corners of his eyes, regained a smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, it's all over." Don't you want to listen to us? Brother is teaching you the experience today, so that you will not become a dwarf in action."

The young man was sad and cheerful quickly, and within two minutes, everyone listened attentively to Sun Ziming's love story.

The childhood sweetheart when he was young, the estrangement when he was young, the meticulousness and never abandonment when he was seriously ill, and his grandson told the story eloquently. When it was said that Hu Juan was ready to marry someone else in order not to drag him down, everyone couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat. When they heard Sun Ziming making trouble with the Hu family again, everyone couldn't help but applaud loudly!

"Ziming, you are really a man! A manly husband should value love and righteousness! ”

The one who slapped the table and applauded Lu was Hu Weiguo, a native of Guangcheng, Guangdong Province, who later became a rich man in this group of brothers, the investor of Sun Ziming's first drama in his previous life, and also the investor of the last play. Thirteen years later, this brother has developed, and everyone has touched his light and responded to the needs of these classmates.

"And then?"

The questioner was Zhang Haijun, who also lost his father, and he had already returned to the army by the time of the ******** three years later. When Sun Ziming was in the most difficult time in the capital, he happened to be transferred to the General Staff of the capital, and half of his monthly salary was spent on Sun Ziming.

"Later, I became a substitute teacher. Hu Juan is a very poor learner, and she can't even remember a pressure formula."

"Then how did she get admitted to the normal school? Elementary secondary school is much more difficult than high school! ”

This is called Yang Guozhong, a native of Liao Province, of mixed Chinese and Soviet descent, and can speak authentic Russian. If you don't listen to his Northeast accent, he is an old Soviet man, relying on his relatives over there, and later became a big man who traveled back and forth between China and Russia. After making a fortune, he invested in a movie that could not be released to Sun Ziming, but unfortunately he died under the stray bullet of the gangsters in Liao Province.

"Hu Juan is a musical genius, you can memorize a piece as long as you listen to it three times! I helped her with music and took the art class of the normal school."

"You're going to make music, so you're going to put on a show for everyone."

As soon as he heard this, He Qiangguo became interested, and took out a harmonica from Hu Weiguo's bed. Sun Ziming also played the harmonica, wiped it, and began to blow. There was a low passage through the door, a sad Russian-style melody sounded, and everyone seemed to see the vast plains, the heavy snow, and the dense birch forests and reluctant lovers.

After a long time of the sound of the piano, everyone woke up like a dream, and this piece is completely different from traditional music. Although the Russian style maintains its melancholy and simplicity, it obviously has a Chinese-style shallow singing. It's the melody of a song, and it's a melody that everyone hasn't heard before.

"Ziming, what kind of song is this? You wrote it yourself, right? ”

Oh no, Hu Weiguo's mother is a teacher at the Guangcheng Conservatory of Music, and she studied Russian music. Sun Ziming stubbornly admitted that he wrote it, and the name is "White Birch Forest", which tells the story of a pair of lovers during the war.

"Sing it to everyone".

Sun Ziming had no choice, so he had to sing a cappella to everyone, although his voice was not good, but he was finally not out of tune.

'White snow drifts in the quiet village, and pigeons fly under the gloomy sky.

The birch tree engraved those two names, and they swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day, when the war reached his hometown, the young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier.

Don't worry about me, sweetheart, wait for me to come back, in that birch forest.

The sky is still overcast, there are still pigeons flying, who will prove the love and life of those who have no tombstones.

……

The long road was coming to an end, and the girl was already gray-haired.

She often heard him call to his pillow: "Come, dear, come to this birch forest"

At the time of death she murmured: "I came, waited for me, in that birch forest"'

Hu Weiguo's musical talent is extremely high, and while Sun Ziming sings, he is writing music quickly. As soon as the song fell, he just finished memorizing it, sorted out his memories again, and handed the score to Sun Ziming.

"Is there a mistake?"

Sun Ziming looked at it, shook his head, and wrote the lyrics under the score. Hu Weiguo took the accordion off the wall and muttered it to the score a few times, and the low and sad sound of the piano sounded.

'White snow drifts in the quiet village, and pigeons fly under the gloomy sky.

The birch tree engraved those two names, and they swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day, when the war reached his hometown, the young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier.

Don't worry about me, sweetheart, wait for me to come back, in that birch forest.

The sky is still overcast, there are still pigeons flying, who will prove the love and life of those who have no tombstones.

……

The long road was coming to an end, and the girl was already gray-haired.

She often heard him call out to his pillow: "Come, dear, come to this birch forest."

This is the real music, a simple love story made him interpret the sad and tactful, the piano sound fell for a few minutes, and the indoor and outdoor applause.