This is the spring of 2017, to be precise, Prague, I sat in a café in this bourgeois city drinking coffee, not Nescafe, but small grains of coffee from Chinese mainland, this big world is already very small, as long as you have enough money, you can buy anything in any remote and remote part of the world, legend has it that someone bought the secret of nuclear weapons manufacturing during the collapse of the Soviet Union at a very low price, let alone the small grain coffee of Yunnan? The cigarette I was holding in my finger was a Red River brand, and I only smoked this brand of cigarettes. Prague is a city full of stories and legends, and it is said that those who love each other like to come to this city to spend their love time and then freeze their love with the Prague sunshine in their life memories. But today it is raining in Prague and there is no sunshine. The sky outside the café is gradually dripping with a light rain, the rain drips down the eaves of the café, hitting the smooth and clean floor, like the jumping notes on the piano, the drip dripping is full of metal-like sound, which makes me feel that nature is the best melody, I like to listen to the wind, I prefer to listen to the rain, because the essence of music is the joy and moaning of life, in addition to these, what else will music have? Listening to the rain in Prague, I was reminded of that faraway part of the world, a paradise-like place, which is more holy and beautiful than the Shangri-La that people say, and it has a strange name called "Huisa", which is located in Honghe County, Yunnan Province, China, and the town of Huisa is actually the county seat of Honghe County. At the foot of the mountain is a river called the Red River, and the exit of the river is the countries of Southeast Asia. I don't understand why the locals didn't build the city by the river, but on the top of the hill. Some people call this city on the clouds, it is indeed the city on the clouds, after the rain, when the white mist rises from the foot of the mountain, it slowly turns into a sea of clouds, at this time the city of the sea of clouds is like a city in the sky. The songs of the Hani people in the city pierce your soul like a sharp knife. It can be said that it was the song of the Hani people who crossed the sea of clouds and bypassed the county town to reach my heart that changed my understanding of the nature of music. It is the voices from the depths of the mountains that have left my youth, dreams, love, and even life there forever. I was at least twenty years old, and I stayed there forever.

A girl dressed in a skirt and elegant manners came up to me and said in half-Chinese and half-English with a little shyness: "Sir, are you the musician of the (Chinese) Red River Valley Spring?"

The girl pointed to the TV screen on the wall and asked me about the concert "China – Spring in the Red River Valley" being played at the Sydney Opera House.

I said to the girl, "Do you look like me?" ”

The girl said, "I guess. The BBC reported that the Chinese musicians will leave Si Ni to stay in Prague for a few days, and also, sir, your fingers have been tapping on the table while listening to the rain."

I looked at this smart girl and didn't know how to answer.

The girl said happily: "It seems that I guessed correctly, you are the Chinese-genius-musician Huang Zijin?" The girl changed her shyness just now, hugged my arm and said, "I also studied music, the Paris Academy of Arts, and then my father went bankrupt, so I opened a café." For some reason, my husband's 'Red River Valley Spring' made my heart ache and made me cry. With these tears, can I take a picture with my husband?

Looking at this seemingly poor girl, she couldn't say no, so she said, "Of course you can." Tian He, the assistant sitting on the side, was about to stop it, but I signaled that she didn't have to.

The girl leaned her head against me, held the phone and slammed it for a while, then handed the phone to Tian He and said, "Thank you, help."

After the girl finished taking the photo, she said respectfully, "Can the gentleman accept me as a disciple?" I heard that the place called the Red River is more beautiful than Shangri-La, which is really fascinating! ”

I said, "Aren't you opening a café?"

The girl said, "If my husband takes me, I won't open the shop." Zhuan Er said: "It's still not good, my father lives in the hospital, and the family now relies on this café." Mr. Huang, drink it slowly, don't bother, the music is worth remembering." And left a business card saying, "My name is Mannie." ”

I looked at the back of this girl who dreamed of music, it's good to have a dream, isn't life just to live by dreams?

Assistant Tian He said: "The Beijing company has received an invitation from the Prince of Denmark, an invitation from the Moulin Rouge in Paris, and a letter of thanks from Honghe County officials for Mr. Wang's donation to Hope Primary School, as well as ......."

I interrupted Tian He's words and said, "Xiao Tian, drink coffee, and talk about it when you return from work." ”

Tian He said, "OK." Is it okay for the teacher to go back to the hotel by himself? I want to go shopping in the streets. ”

Absolutely, I say. I could tell from Tara's expectant eyes that she wanted me to go shopping with her. I gave her anticipation, the more tired she lived. I'm an old man in my fifties, and I don't know how much time I have left in this world, and to give her expectations is to hurt her, and I can't give her anything.

Tian He walked out of the café lonely and held up his umbrella,

The voluptuous back disappeared into the drizzle at the doorway.

I took out Romain Rolland's novel "Johann Christopher", the title page reads "dedicated to the free souls of all nations who suffer, struggle, and will overcome", this set of four-volume novels, I don't know how many times I have read it, I bought it at the Xinhua bookstore in Honghe County, Hasa County, decades have passed, the pages are yellowed, it follows me, it is no longer a book, but a companion, back then, or Ah Yue and I went to the bookstore to buy it. I really miss that time that has passed! Ah Yue can't speak Chinese, let alone write Chinese characters, and I used this book to teach Ah Yue to speak Chinese. "In the first part, the fog is beginning to open, and the bright sun is rising...... seventeenth of "Divine Comedy, Purgatory". The sound of the river was mighty, rising from behind the house. The rain was beating down on the windows all day. A mist of water meanders down the cracks in the glass. It was dark in the twilight of the day. There was a stuffy atmosphere in the room. "In the evening in Prague, my mind seemed to go back to the distant place that haunted me.