(a)

s made a charge gesture to the two of us. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I look at you, and I feel you wince invisibly. So I shook my head at S.

He looked at my eyes for a moment, then turned back to Xiao Song and said, "Up!" ”

Xiao Song giggled, but there was agreement in his eyes.

You looked at Xiao Song, and then at me. Then you smile and say, "When have you ever seen me dance?" ”

Another boy encouraged, "It's easy to dance. The guide can hug Xiao Song and turn around. ”

He said, "It's just a big deal to stomp on her shoes." She's fast, she'll dodge herself. ”

Xiao Song giggled again and smashed a ball of yarn in his hand towards him.

In the midst of this fight, I saw your gaze on me again.

I see longing in your gaze: you long for me to enter into your arms.

You see the same longing in my gaze.

Once again, our gazes are entangled, inseparable.

At this time, we heard another boy say, "How about giving the guide a round of applause and encouragement?" ”

And so, crackling applause rang out.

I was awakened, I looked at you and smiled, and then applauded with them.

But my applause didn't have any strength, and I felt that my whole body was soft, and it had been melted by you.

(b)

You're a little overwhelmed by the applause.

You stand there for a moment, and then, you come up with a solution.

You say, "Well, there is no music and no dancing." I'll play for you, you're done. ”

You say, "Isn't there just one more person?" I'm old, don't let me make a fool of myself by driving ducks to the shelves. ”

Xiao Song smiled and objected: "If the guide is old, how should my mother calculate it." ”

Still, you said that you wanted to play an accompaniment, which aroused a lot of interest.

I only knew you liked music and were familiar with sheet music, but I didn't know you could play it.

I couldn't help but ask, "Guide, how do you want to accompani?" There are no musical instruments. ”

You look at us and smile.

You say, "Close your eyes and do a magic trick for you." ”

When we opened our eyes, we saw a silver instrument in your hand: a ten-hole harmonica.

(c)

That's the day I knew you could play the harmonica.

On the night of Bosan, you blew a melody to the applause.

Since then, it has been etched in my heart forever, like all the memories of you.

As this melody rings in front of the fire in the hut and drifts in the air towards the cold snowy peaks in the distance, the snowflakes of my love fall in your sky, and you are surrounded and surrounded by their splendor and beauty.

There is a moving light on your face.

There are ripples in your eyes.

You poured the breath of life into that cold instrument.

While you play, you can't take your eyes off me.

Music finally unlocks the careful locks that have imprisoned you, you finally forget when and where you are, and you finally don't hold back the impulse you want to express in your heart.

You poured out your voice to me in this "jazz" style "Moulin--Rouge".

As I listened to you pour out to me like this, tears blurred my eyes, and a very, very old sadness suddenly welled up in my heart.

With tears in my eyes, I listened to you breathe in the music, and it felt like we had bypassed the present time and held hands in a distant past.

I hear every small hesitation and every faint tremor in your melody.

My dear, we've been waiting for each other for too long.

Every time we go through thousands of tribulations and finally get together again, there is always something separated, and nothing happens between us.

We always did nothing.

We always care too much about each other, so we always refrain from it.

Even a kiss from the other person, I never waited.

(iv)

That night, our cabin was going to sleep in a joyful dance.

What reverberates in my ears at this moment is the last song you played that night.

That day, I was in this melody, and I was carried around the room by the s.

I'm in the crook of S's arm, looking in a daze that keeps looking in your direction.

My eyes fascinated the close S look.

When Xiao Song and their pair spun a little farther away from us, I heard S say at my neck, "When will a girl look at me like this?" ”

I didn't understand what he was talking about.

He said, "When is the girl I like looking at me the way you look at me?" ”

He sighed softly, "If there is a day, I will die blindly." ”

My face was red to the base of my ears.

S said softly: "Let me tell you a secret, I like Banhua Xiaoxia in the next class." ”

I looked at S with wide eyes.

He squeezed his eyes at me and said, "Confidential." Each other. ”

(5)

Later, we talked about the harmonica many times.

You told me that you learned to play the harmonica when you were 12 years old with an uncle from a troupe who lived next door.

You were very obsessed at one point, and you felt like it was the thing you were most obsessed with besides guns and drawing.

Your father is not very much against it, but he is not very supportive of your hobby.

He always said lightly: "This thing is too vulnerable, if you like musical instruments, you should also like a more powerful one." ”

When he said this, your mother objected.

Your mother said, "It's not about the cannon, the more powerful the better." This kind of thing is particular about touching people's hearts. ”

In the midst of your parents' little arguments, you continue to disassemble the piano without saying a word, and continue to study the internal structure that makes it sound.

During the Spring Festival when you were 14 years old, your mother quietly gave you a gift.

When you open that little silver box, you're too surprised to believe your eyes!

You've seen a lot of harmonica varieties in the box that you've never seen before!

In addition to the ten-hole harmonica that is common in stationery stores, you also see accented harmonica, polyphonic harmonica, chromatic harmonica, chord harmonica, echo harmonica, bass harmonica, copper horn harmonica...... There are a lot of them.

You stand in front of the little box with these harmonicas for a moment, and then you hug your mom without saying a word.

Your mother was in tears at the sudden hug of yours.

That day, your mother said to you, "Music keeps a soft and warm heart." Mom knows that you will be brave. Mom hopes that while you are brave, you will always have a warm heart. “

You say you left the house without having time to pick up anything. This box of harmonicas was also left at home.

Later, you asked someone to give your mother a message, hoping to get this box out.

Your mom would have agreed, but at the last minute she hesitated.

You say she may be worried that you'll never come home after the box is taken away.

She said to the person you had entrusted to him, "Sooner or later, he will still have to go home, and I will keep it for him." ”

"That way, when he's out there, when he wants to express something, he's homesick," she said. ”

You say, after listening to what your mother brought, your heart trembled.

You haven't played the harmonica since. (To be continued.) )