"I've never played that guitar I wrote for you."

1

Later in the night he woke up again, and the basement was dark as usual, and it was thicker than ink during the day.

He sat in the dark, stunned for a moment, silent, drinking the loneliness that had been lost in the dark night. Then he leaned sideways and fumbled for a phone from under his pillow, using his only remaining hand.

Left hand.

The pale blue light of the mobile phone screen reflected on his face, and his cheeks floated in black, blue and pale like a hungry beast. He lightly pressed the key with one hand and pressed it all the way to the SMS level. This is a straight board machine that was listed at the beginning of the century, and it is very old.

He stared at the words in the text message on his mobile phone, the water at the bottom of his eyes did not pass the spring forest, and the lines at the corners of his eyebrows rose from the northern desert.

It's really a shame.

Although forty years old is not confused, it is easy to exchange for fourteen-year-old confusion.

And his decadent face is so traceable, silently watching the moon rise, the moon falling, silently watching the hourglass dripping, the years silently disappearing in the second hand, silently eroding his beautiful appearance in the early years. The suspicious thing is that his two eyes are still as beautiful as spring stars, and they can still burn the prairies.

The flame that never went out in his eyes was perhaps the mysterious power hidden in the text message, which made him haunt his dreams for more than ten years.

When I first received this short message, that year, he was still a young man in his prime.

The last ringing of the mobile phone was so faint, but after more than ten years, it reverberated in his body, like the rapid explosion of lightning that repeatedly grabbed him out of his sleep.

2

"Yang Guo, Yang Guo."

That year, Cheng Ying called him like this, anxious and affectionate. He stood in the middle of the city, his ears were as deaf as nine, and he only held his mobile phone with one hand.

Yang Guo has never cried in his life, and he doesn't cry much, but the sadness in his heart is so Dafa, and there is no room to pour out. He resisted the sorrowful sea of the howling waves in his chest, breathless, and bitterly bitter.

Yang Guo was silent, and Cheng Ying accompanied him, and Yi's cheeks were red from the cold. No matter how strange the people who came and went in the city looked at the two of them, Yi never gave up on him and asked for independence, and he didn't show the slightest trace of disgust at the end. At dusk, the twilight is as blue as the condensed seabed, and the buildings are dark.

After the sun completely sank the city, he heard Yang Guo burst out of his mouth like a levee: "Why sixteen years?" ”

Even if he said it lightly, anyone could recognize the accumulated farewell, it was too thick and too thick for him to fake.

Cheng Ying cried.

Yang Guo didn't cry, Yi cried for him, tears were like a scoop, as if the person who suffered the parting was Yi instead of him. In the end, Yi squatted down and sobbed softly, Yi felt sorry for Yang Guo, why did Zaohua bully people like this?

Yimo loves Yang Guo, and almost everyone knows about it, but he pretends not to know. From the beginning, Yi had no choice but to choose loneliness, but why did he have to endure sixteen years of loneliness?

The loneliness of two people, if they can't make up for each other, will be infinitely magnified quadratically.

Yang Guo only smiled lightly, pulled Yi up with one hand, Cheng Ying wiped away his tears, Yang Guo said, "Why are you so stupid? The two of them walked out of the downtown area and found a wooden chair under the sycamore to sit on, it was a light night, the wind was very bleak, and there were not many people on the boulevard. Cheng Ying said in a sad voice: "When can life not be bitter? ”

Yang Guo still covered up the pain with a smile, still chic as the wind: "Is it bitter?" It's only sixteen years, I'll just wait for Yi. ”

Cheng Ying stared at Yang Guo thoughtfully. He is still as unruly as he was when I first met. I remember that the spring breeze was curling at that time, and it was just right in March, Cheng Ying was listening to the spring in the peach blossom forest, and suddenly heard someone chuckling, and glanced northward, and saw a corner of the robe, the clothes fluttering, flickering in the crimson peach blossom shadow, a teenager with a guitar on his back.

I don't know if it's providence or coincidence - Cheng Ying was reading "The Book of Poetry: Qi Ao", and happened to read the sentence "There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting, such as learning, such as pondering", and suddenly met this young man who was solemn in the cloud forest, how could it not be as appropriate as the poem?

Alas, seeing the gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it.

The young man went around Beilin, but found nothing, and then came back again, and asked gently: "This girl, may I ask, is Mr. Huang not there?" ”

"Three days ago, Master went to the sea to give a, and he hasn't returned yet."

Cheng Ying closed the book and chewed the words to answer the young man's inquiry. Yi lowered his head, and the petals of the wind swept down, falling all over Yiman's neck.

The young man sighed, with a meaningless expression, and suddenly smiled lightly and said, "The peach forest is too beautiful, and it will be indefinite." ”

Cheng Ying looked up in amazement, the young man had already gone away.

Will there be no time after that? Is it with me, or with this ignorant peach forest?

Cheng Ying was inexplicably worried, looked south, and saw that it was cloudy, and the blue sky was flooding up from the seaside, and it was estimated that it would soon rain.

Rain? Cheng Ying was worried about the young man, went to the house to get an umbrella, and chased after the young man.

At the corner of the peach forest near the sea, I saw the young man standing quietly on a sea stone against the wind, his sweatshirt fluttering, and his expression was full of energy. Not far away, accompanied by a girl in a sundress. Cheng Ying suspected that Yi was the young man's wife, so she was sad, slightly sour, but still approached the past, pretending to be okay and said, "It's going to rain, give you an umbrella." ”

The young man bent his eyes and smiled, very brightly, and said, "Thank you, girl, put down the umbrella, and you can go." ”

Cheng Ying saw that the young man didn't glance here, and his heart was confused, stubbornly turning his face away, looking at the sky, but he didn't listen to his words.

Suddenly, I heard the sundress girl laugh and say, "It's really a mistake to see Yang for life!" The girl was completely sneering, and her ears felt that the blade was sharp, and Ibi's laughter was rampant.

Yang Guo, Yang Guo. Cheng Ying whispered the name in a daze.

The girl said in a coquettish voice: "Yang Guo, where has your little dragon girl gone?" ”

Unexpectedly, such a fluttering sentence was like a thunderbolt that thundered down in a hurry, and Yang Guo was defeated and destroyed in an instant. He hugged his head hard, bent down, and gritted his teeth vigorously, defending against some kind of pain.

Cheng Ying was stunned.

The girl looked at Yang Guo with a face full of enjoyment, and her eyes were smiling with endless aftertaste. Suddenly, he glanced at Cheng Ying and said, "You also want to taste this kind of ...... What is the taste of longing? ”

As she spoke, a slender embroidery needle appeared between the girl's fingers, and the tip of the needle shone coldly—and at this time, the showers fell like petals.

The sea rain was urgent, Cheng Ying soaked his clothes, the wind swept away Yi's hair, the umbrella at his feet had not been given to Yang, Yi didn't remember to open it, his eyes only looked at the charming needle in a daze.

Let the rain clear the grievances, let the wind be frivolous.

"What does it taste like...... It's really refreshing. I don't know when, Yang Guo has regained his human appearance, with an untamed smile on the corner of his mouth, made an eight-pronged hand, and said: "Li Mochou, if you don't taste it, it's a pity." ”

The girl sneered: "You, you don't have a good time to live, and you are still playing poor." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Ying's heart suddenly became cold, and he stared at Yang Guo with a heart, and saw that he was still smiling calmly: "Actually, my mouth is very sweet, but it's a pity that you are not blessed to kiss him." ”

Li Mo's sad face turned pale. Yang Guo chose a sea stone to sit down, the sea rain was pouring down, he wiped his face, turned on the guitar, and waited for death in style.

The more comfortable Yang Guo is, the more he despises life and death, and the more Li Mochou can't do anything about him.

The rain became more and more fierce, Yang Guo played the guitar and sang a ballad, facing the long coastline and the sound of the piano. The wind blows and the peach blossoms float. Gradually...... He stopped singing, his five fingers grabbed the neck hard, his whole body tightened, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead burst out, and it seemed that he was in pain again. Cheng Ying watched silently, rushed closer to him a few steps, and suddenly stopped, biting his lip, wanting to help him, but stopped being reserved.

"Well, my aunt misses you so much."

Li Mochou deliberately learned the accent of Xiaolongnu, and what he said lingered to the bone. Yang vomited blood suddenly, and the large rocky beach was covered with more vivid than peach blossoms.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, wiped the blood from his mouth, waved his hand, and said to Li Mochou: "It's not this time, I vomited blood, not because I missed it, but because I was disgusted by you." ”

Cheng Ying was worried about him, but at this time, he was amused by his words and laughed softly. Li Mochou was angry with Yu Yi, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Little girl, haven't you seen enough?" The left and right hands suddenly waved their fingers at Yi, and two cold flashes came out, shooting Yi's eyes from two ways.

Cheng Yingwan didn't expect this woman to be so vicious, and the two needles broke through the heavy rain curtain, and it was instantaneous, and Yi forgot to dodge. Suddenly, a figure floated over, like a falling eagle, and hugged him.

The needle was all driven into the butterfly bone of the man's back.

Yang Guo has a way to go from Yi, even if he wants to save Cheng Ying, after all, he can't go as anxious as the flying needle, and the reason why he arrived at the last pass is because he has been paying attention to Li Mochou's hands in advance, but when he saw Yi's index finger twisted slightly, he predicted that the flying needle was going to be sent, and got up to block it before the needle, so that Cheng Ying was saved from dazzling misfortune.

Cheng Ying was hugged by Yang Guo, and her heart was filled with some emotion. Yang Guo gradually felt weak, his body slid down, and he knelt weakly in front of Yi.

Tears drifted out of his eyes.

"Girl, don't cry, okay?" Yang Guo knelt, his face was bloodless, still chuckling, and said, "At least you have to help me up before crying." ”

Cheng Ying hurriedly helped him sit on the stone, and Yang Guo said, "Girl, you have to do me another big favor." ”

Cheng Ying looked at him with wide eyes, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Help me scold her, I don't have the strength to shout." Yang Guo smiled, replied to Yi's eyes, and said, "Don't worry, she has no needles in her hand." ”

Cheng Ying didn't know how to scold when she was young, so naturally she didn't help him, she said, "I'll take out the needle for you." As he spoke, he was about to pinch the tail of the needle that was exposed outside the butterfly bone.

"Don't touch it, it's poisonous to quench the needle."

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment, and then cried again.

Yang Guo knew why she was crying, so he comforted: "Girl, don't worry too much, I, Yang Guo, have already been infected with this poison and will die soon, so it doesn't hurt to take two more injections." ”

But Yi's crying still didn't stop, Yang Guo had to smile bitterly, let Yi's tears fall like a light rain, and he looked for the umbrella everywhere, and sat and bent down to pick it up, it took a lot of effort to reach it, and his demeanor was not graceful at all.

“…… My name is Cheng Ying. When Yi didn't cry, he said this, but for some reason, his tone seemed a little worried.

"Well, Miss Cheng, hello."

"I'll write it to you." Yi picked up a peach tree branch and wrote her name on the sea stone, but when it was written, it was the word "Yang". Yi blushed and couldn't write anymore.

Yang Guo didn't laugh at her at all, but comforted her seriously: "I will remember your name, and I will come to you when I grow up in the next life and ask you to invite me to dinner." ”

Yi cried and laughed.

What Yi didn't know was that when he said this, he was in a lot of pain, and whenever his temperament was revealed, he had a terrible headache, but he held back and didn't let her see it.

3

"Yang Guo, if you hadn't saved me that day, how good it would be."

Cheng Ying looked at the plane trees in the winter night, which were far less beautiful than the peach groves on the seaside that spring.

"Then don't I have a good sister?"

The evening breeze ruffled his forehead hair and covered his eyes, and Yang Guo teased it with his own hand to see the pedestrians coming and going on the boulevard. However, there is no figure as immortal as Yi's. The Yi in his heart is naturally his wife.

Therefore, there was a hint of laughter condensed at the corner of his mouth, looking extremely lonely.

"Good sister......" Cheng Ying chewed on this title in her heart, and thought bitterly: "But I don't really want to be your sister." ”

"Although you blocked the love flower needle for me that day, the love poison still didn't spare me. On the contrary, it is deeper than the love flower needle, and there is no cure - you saved my body with your life, but my heart and soul ...... and I will follow you. ”

The more Cheng Ying thought about it, the more lingering he became, especially when Yang Guo was by his side, he could reach it with his hand, but he never belonged to himself.

Later, Yi said: "I still have to thank Li Mochou, at least Yi let me meet you, Yang Guo." ”

Yi always called him by name, and refused to call him "brother".

Yang Guo wrinkled his eyes, the moonlight was everywhere, like white grains of salt, and he also remembered that day that year.

That day, he was injured by Li Mochou with a love flower needle.

Speaking of Li Mochou, Yi's story is the same tragic, Yi originally had a tricky year, just because he fell in love with Lu Zhanyuan like a demon. Lu, a medical doctor, has been developing a drug for several years that is expected to regulate the hippocampus's emotion-related circuitry in the brain, where the applicator will be able to control his or her emotions by controlling his or her neural activity. It enables people to choose whether to love or not to love, and to control joy, anger and sorrow more rationally.

But unexpectedly, when the drug was tested, something went wrong, which stimulated the hippocampal circuit, and most of the hippocampal structure was damaged, but it was in the opposite direction, so that whenever the emotion moved, it was uncontrollable, and the brain was in severe pain, which was difficult to resist.

Li Mochou regarded Lu Zhanyuan as better than himself, and when he saw him suffering, his heart hurt a hundred times, and he went to seek medical advice and medicine. Lu Zhanyuan has been ill for a long time, and it is inconvenient to travel, so he cannot travel far away. Li Mochou wandered the world alone, his heart was bitter for his sweetheart, but his temperament changed greatly, and he used a needle to quench the medicine and stabbed people everywhere. made the Mo Shangren suffer from longing, and Yi Hao gloated.

One day, Yi passed by the city of Broken Gut on the shore of the East China Sea and heard a legend that there was a peach grove to the east of the city, which grew densely along the coastline, and the peach blossoms filled the sea at the spring equinox. There is a strange old man living in the peach forest, his surname is Huang, and he has two hobbies in his life, and dispensing. However, the only blows to himself, dispenses medicine and rarely heals people, which is very evil. Therefore, it is known as the Eastern Evil.

The East Evil is not easy to heal people, let alone come to the door for diagnosis and treatment, but it happened that Li Mochou met Long Yang and the two, seeing that the two had a strong affection for each other, he couldn't help but be jealous, and after following him for a few days, he found an opportunity to acupuncture Yang Guo, and the concentration of the quenched medicine was extremely high, leaving him only a day of life, forcing him to go to the peach forest to ask for medicine from the East Evil.

Listening to Cheng Ying, the East Evil is blowing a flute at sea, and Yang Guo knows that his life should be extinct, so the sentence he said in the peach forest, "The peach forest is too beautiful, and there will be no time in the future", is really indefinite.

It's just that Cheng Ying didn't understand until later that there would be no time in the future, what a painful sentence of despair.

Yang Guo said it so lightly.

Li Mochou stayed outside the peach forest, planning how to take the medicine, but when he saw Yang Guo returning empty-handed, he was disappointed, so he exerted all kinds of emotional teasing on Yang Guo and tortured him, but he was scolded by Yang Guo in various ways, and he was angry and had no temper.

Yang Guo recalled this, reminisced about it, and said: "Fortunately, God doesn't want to accept my little life, and it happened that day, your master took advantage of the rainy day to return to the peach forest......

"Actually, on that day, I was afraid of death in my heart." Yang talked about the past, debunking the pretense of being strong that year, he saw that the night was getting thicker, and said with a miserable smile: "If you die, you can no longer accompany my aunt to Hokkaido to play in the snow, go to Chengdu to eat spicy, go to Dunhuang to see the sky, and find a mountain city to live in seclusion." ”

"If you're dead, you're dead, how can you have the next life."

After that, Yang Guo stubbornly looked up at the night sky and stopped talking for a long time.

4

The next day, Yang Guo said goodbye, carried a guitar, and wandered the world ever since.

But every year when the moon is full in the cold winter, Yang Guo will always come back to Broken Intestine City, go to the basement to stay for a few days, and go to the downtown area to wait for Yi. The little dragon girl left on such a full moon night in winter, leaving a text message and never heard from again.

"Sixteen years later, when we meet again, I will give you back a city."

For this short message, he never changed his phone, even though more than ten years have passed, the Nokia 8210 has long been outdated.

In order to wait for Yi, he never changed the number, even though for more than ten years, no number came in from the mobile phone.

The phone has been silent for more than ten years, and he has been silent for more than ten years.

Yang Guo put his phone in his trouser pocket, lifted his guitar, and pushed open the basement door. Walking out of the corridor, the wind in the winter night was cold and dry, and my face hurt when I blew. Yang Guo stepped on the ice ballast on the road, gurgling, and the street to the Ruthless Park was empty and empty. When crossing a section of the bridge, Yang Guo stood for a while, and the wind was blowing against him.

Sixteen years is a light way to say, but it takes 16 years to stay up like a butterfly flying across the Pacific Ocean.

After 16 years in the sea, aren't butterflies tired?

As the night dawned, he was alone around the bridge. More than 10 years ago, they often came to the bridge in the morning to eat bean juice, and there were many breakfast stalls at that time, but now they are long gone. Often things hurt people the most, but now that things are wrong, can people still be wrong?

After sixteen years, will Yi really come back to the city by then?

When I arrived at the Desperate Park, the same track Banqiao frost was always like this in the early morning of winter. Yang Guo found a secluded place and began to practice the guitar. Playing the guitar was his forte when he didn't have both hands in the past. After the amputation of his right arm, he felt that he was a waste of heaven and earth, and he could not climb the lattice with his left hand and cooperate with his right hand to rotate, so he was once shelved and did not play. When he couldn't find the little dragon girl, he had nothing to rely on, and he was stubborn, so he had to practice playing the guitar with one hand, and he didn't stop for more than ten years, hoping to pop up the lonely city flying snow in the past.

Yang Guo, who is not a left-hander, has to accompany him with his left hand for the rest of his life.

When he first practiced playing the guitar with his left hand, Yang Guo spent three years before he became proficient, and after three years, he was able to play a complete northern ballad.

Later, wandering along the 30,000-mile coastline, he played all the way to the sound of the fiery sea, and in another five years, when he played in A major, the sound of the piano was equal to that of the evening tide.

In the next two years, he played with his fingers, and the sound of the piano was louder than the sound of the tide. People who have heard it say that when his guitar is plucked, there is the sound of wind and thunder.

In another four years, when the bullet is low, it is like a breeze blowing snow, and when it is heavy, it is like lightning and thunder.

Now another two years have passed, and it has been sixteen years. For sixteen years, he only relied on the guitar for his life, not talking about the past, not talking about ideals, and not causing any trouble.

I finally survived the days without Yi.

The morning breeze woke up, the shadows of the trees swayed, Yang Guo played an old song in the park, thinking that in thirteen days it would be sixteen years, and he would meet the little dragon girl at that time...... As soon as I thought that the reunion was imminent, my heart couldn't help but be ecstatic, my hands trembled, and I played a few wrong notes.

On the west side of the birch forest, by the cold pond, there was a girl who was closing her eyes, practicing swans, and when she mispronounced, Yi suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at it a few times. Yang Guo didn't pay attention, played a few more songs, and saw that there were more and more tourists in the park, so he put away his guitar and prepared to leave.

The girl was still half a way to finish, and when she saw that Yang Guo was leaving, she stopped practicing, ran over, and said, "You're the guitarist of the basement band, right?" ”

Yang Guo hasn't heard anyone mention the "basement band" again, it's been more than ten years, he is not the one who holds on to the past, and the girl asked again: "Are you Yang Guo?" ”

Yang Guo was suspicious, he and Xiaolongnu Qin Se combined with each other, Yi sang, he played, formed a "basement band", and released a few songs, but they were all stage names for external use, and their real names were never mentioned. How did this little girl know that her name was Yang Guo?

After a little bit of thought, he understood, and said, "Little sister, who are you Huang Yaoshi?" ”

"You mean my grandfather?"

Yang Guo smiled, and another kind of warmth suddenly warmed up in his chest, he recognized Yi.

Sixteen years ago, when this girl was born, he took Xiaolong Girl to Taolin to celebrate her birthday. Huang Yaoshi doesn't like to make friends, and there are few people who can enter his eyes in his life, so there are few people who come to celebrate his birthday.

But no one wants to play mahjong with Huang Yaoshi, usually when it is his turn to roll the dice, he relies on the flick of his fingers, and the dice have to be turned for three or four hours before stopping. Just watching the dice spin makes people sleepy.

When preparing for the luncheon, the little baby girl, that is, Xiao Guo Xiang, cried very much and did not breastfeed. The little dragon girl was helping in the kitchen, and when she heard the baby girl crying, she hurriedly lost the dish she chose, and came over to coax the child and hummed a song to Yi.

How do you know that Xiao Guo Xiang's coaxing doesn't work, but he likes to listen to Xiaolongnu singing, staring at the watery eyes, don't cry, don't make trouble, and raise his fleshy little hands, grabbing the tips of Yi's hair to play.

From then on, whenever Xiao Guo Xiang cried, Huang Yaoshi inserted the music tape of the "Basement Band" into the player. When the guitar plays, the child's cry stops, and it is tried and tested.

The Basement Band only released album tapes and never appeared in the media, but Huang Yaoshi knew their true identities.

Now this little baby girl is already very Tingting, with a watery appearance, Yi said: "Big brother, I have been your fan for 16 years." ”

"The band has long since dispersed, and it's hard for you to remember."

"Remember, I still have that tape about you."

Yang Guo hehe: "It's an antique." ”

"Big brother, can I go to your basement and have a look?"

"Okay."

Yang Guo is not a twisted person, he was frivolous when he was young, but now he is nearly middle-aged, and he is gradually becoming colder and more silent than before.

When he arrived in the basement, he turned on the light, Guo Xiangdong looked west, and saw a doll on the table, the old one, he couldn't help but pick it up and take a closer look, and said, "Big brother, is this your child's toy?" ”

"It's not."

At that time, Xiaolongnu was also happy with Xiao Guo Xiang, and she specially brought it back for a few days, and Yang Guo followed the diaper to wipe her buttocks. This doll was also bought by Yang Guo for Xiao Guo Xiang to play with.

If the little dragon girl hadn't left, they would have had a child, probably not much younger than Yi.

"Big brother, I'm going to ...... in a few days Big brother! Guo Xiang saw that Yang Guo was stunned, and called him again loudly. I'm going to do the swan dance at the rooftop party, will you come and see it? ”

"Let's see."

For more than ten years, Yang has been used to a cold and lonely life, and he really doesn't want to disturb the world and make any fun.

"I'd love to have you coming."

Guo Xiang said seriously, staring at it with autumn-like eyes, which made Yang Guo hesitate, and for a long time, he said, "Okay." ”

Guo Xiangyi smiled happily.

Yang Guo took Yi to eat morning food, sat in the store, and looked at the street outside the big glass, a few miles away is the downtown area - sixteen years later, the old place is reunited. The place where the little dragon girl said is there.

Guo Xiang sat opposite, drinking bean juice and playing with his mobile phone, and suddenly his head came to the front: "Big brother, I'll add you to WeChat, right?" ”

Yang Guo smiled bitterly, took out a non-smart straight phone, and showed it to Yi.

Guo Xiang smiled very knowingly, and no longer mentioned it, Yi put on headphones to listen to the songs in the mobile phone, only listened with his right ear, and left his left ear for Yang Guo, occasionally Yi hummed out a sentence or two, and the melody was light. Of course, not his song.

Basement bands only existed in the era of tape listening, and when digital music became popular across the country, no media company could get permission from the band and upload it to the online music library. So much so that all his songs can't be downloaded on mobile phones, and they are almost extinct in this era.

If you don't keep up with the times, it will be history.

However, he would rather be history than dance with mortals.

Lonely people are proud, so they deserve to be alone.

Yang Guo glanced at the clock on the wall, and walked to the position of 8:23 without slowing or hurrying. Yang Guo thought a little distressedly, why did he walk so slowly, why did he get closer to the day of reunion, but the more he lived like a year, no, it should be like a century.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and Yang Guo touched his pocket too nervously, no. It was Yi's mobile phone that rang, and Yi answered: "Hey...... I didn't go back after breakfast...... With whom? Hehe, you would never have imagined...... He was carrying food and couldn't answer the phone...... Ah, you're so good...... Okay, I'll tell him. ”

After Yi pressed the phone, he said to Yang Guo, "My grandfather wants to see you." ”

Yang Guo nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go visit his old man's house." ”

Yi was still wondering: "I didn't say it was you, why did my grandfather guess that it was you at once?" ”

"Who else will be the person who can't answer the phone with a dish, but me, a one-armed person?"

Guo Xiang suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, apologetically, and then, the voice overflowed from between his fingers, and he said in a buzzing voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." ”

Yang Guo laughed, thinking that the little girl was very interesting, put down the chopsticks and got up and said, "Let's go." ”

In the past 16 years, Yang Guo has wandered alone, refusing all old friends, avoiding all the past, only loving the world, and only stroking the guitar, which has become his exclusive style. Now that the little dragon girl is coming back, Yang Guo's heart is like the wind blowing the clouds, and he has a good mood to see the old man.

When he arrived at the peach forest, Huang Yaoshi was not in the forest house, but there was a flute sound and another sound of iron kite from the shore. Yang Guo ran to the beach and saw a person with a flowing figure, dressed in the sea breeze, who was Huang Yaoshi.

And there is another person, holding an iron kite, with extremely long hair, ancient clothes like snow, so he looks vast. But they don't recognize it.

Huang Yaoshi's, like the rise of the tide, made people drunk when they heard it.

The man played the kite like a thousand horses leaping into a valley, which shook people's ears and made people feel irritable.

The decisive battle is in the sea, and thousands of waves are stacked on the shore.

Yang Guo hated that he couldn't bring the guitar and piano, and it was a great regret to miss such an opponent.

After listening to it for a while, I felt that these two people had wonderful musical skills, often rising one level after nine days of dancing, and then rising another level, I couldn't help but fly with pride, and suddenly felt that someone was holding my clothes, looking back at Guo Xiang, Yi happened to be carrying a guitar, and did not speak with a smile.

Yang was overjoyed, thinking that the smart little Nizi took over the guitar, tuned the strings, and played it.

Between the flutes and the kites, there was another sound of guitar.

The wind blows the stars and scatters the desert, and the sword returns to the bullfighting to move the lonely city.

Ten minutes later, the man in white stopped playing the kite, and his angry face was as colored as clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Huang Yaoshi put the flute upright, threw it to Yang, laughed, and lost badly.

Huang Yaoshi turned his face to the man in white:

"There are times when the breeze is more mesmerizing than the snow."

The man in white bowed his head and raised his head again, like an epiphany of a monk, and said:

"I see."

After speaking, he did not pick up the kite, did not say goodbye, and walked west.

"Where are you going?"

"The sunset of the White Camel Villa, no one has seen it for a long time, I have to go back."

After the man in white walked away, Guo Xiang smiled happily and said adoringly: "Big brother, you are so powerful." ”

Yang Guo smiled faintly, and then kowtowed to Huang Yaoshi: "Late Yang Guo, thank you for your mercy." ”

It turned out that Huang Yaoshi was able to admit defeat by blowing the flute, not because he was invincible, but because he noticed that Yang Guo's residual poison had not been purified, and the sound of the flute had the magic power to cause people to reverie, so he was afraid of provoking his love and poison, so he stopped blowing the flute.

Huang Yaoshi was very pleased to see that he could understand his own thoughts, and said, "The children can be taught, and the children can be taught." ”

The three of them walked to the forest house together, the peach trees along the way looked bleak in the wax moon, and Yang Guo said on the way: "Some time ago, I walked through Emei, where the cliffs were snowing, and the wind was sweeping and the clouds were very similar to this seaside. ”

Guo Xiang listened to it and longed for it, and wanted to go. When they arrived at the forest house, Huang Yaoshi asked the maid to boil white water, and sat opposite Yang Guo at the door to talk.

Boss Guo Xiang was unhappy: "What about the tea?" When the big brother comes, will he only drink boiled water? ”

Huang Yaoshi took a sip of white water, his demeanor was fluttering, and he said, "He understands." ”

Yang Guo gently raised the bowl and smiled like clear water: "There is a light taste." ”

Under the corridor of the forest house, several strings of wind chimes are hung, and when the sea breeze blows, the wind chimes ring, very pleasantly.

Yang asked about Cheng Ying, and Huang Yaoshi said that Yi went to Tibet and did not come back for more than ten years. Yang Guo listened to it, silently attended the meeting, he understands Yi, Yi Ai Cangyang Gyatso's poems, Yi believes in reincarnation, Yi has been in Tibet for so many years, can he find the sixth Dalai Lama in Yi's heart?

Ande and Jun are absolutely anon, and they are exempt from teaching life and death to be lovesick.

"Love is too bitter, I hope Yi can get silence from the Sanskrit sound of Lhasa."

Yang Guo blessed Yi like this.

Guo Xiang listened to it in his heart, was fascinated, and muttered in his mouth: "However, bitterness has a bitter taste." ”

Although what Yi said was similar to Yang Guoshicai's words, one was indifferent, the other was persistent, and the mood was very different.

Yang Guo sighed in his heart, this little girl, I am afraid that I will be burdened by love in the future.

A large piece of wind poured into the house, the winter was already strong, Huang Yaoshi cherished the juniors, asked Guo Xiang to go to the inner room to be warm, and talked to Yang Guo: "After more than ten years, I heard that you have wandered for 30,000 miles, is the world good?" ”

"The scenery is too beautiful to say."

The two of them were silent, and each drank his own water. Huang Yaoshi put down the bowl, considered how to say certain words, and after thinking about it, he asked purposefully, "When will Yi return?" ”

Yang Guo knew who he was talking about and said, "It's almost there." ”

Huang Yaoshi didn't say any more.

Yang Guo didn't say any more, looking at the silver-white sky outside the house, I don't know why, his heart was a little panicked inexplicably, and there was a feeling that he didn't have a landing, obviously Yi was coming back soon......

"Don't wait any longer." Huang Yaoshi saw through his panic and said ruthlessly: "The sixteen-year contract is the time limit that Yi gave you to forget Yi, Yi will not come back, you have to let yourself go." ”

Yang Guo parted his face and said silently, without saying a word, he got up and walked to the eaves outside the house, standing in the sea breeze of ink, his right sleeve was empty, floating backwards. He looked at the sky, but he couldn't see it.

At lunchtime, Yang Guo was still standing motionless, Guo Xiang missed Yang Guo and wanted to serve him food, Huang Yaoshi shook his hand and said to Yi, "No need, he can't eat." ”

Under the northern sky, he listened to the wind chimes for a day.

At night, he played a song on the guitar, the style was depressed and crazy, it was a new song for himself, to pour out the worries and loneliness in his heart.

Guo Xiang was fascinated by what he heard, and he shed tears for some reason.

Huang Yaoshi was taken aback, this guitar was played like Guanglingsan has never been seen again, and asked, "What kind of song is this?" ”

Yang Guo whispered: "Those who have lost their souls, only farewell." With that, he walked away without looking back.

Guo Xiang wanted to chase after him, but looking at his back like a beast, he stood still, and his heart hurt inexplicably.

Twelve days later, Guo Xiang's school held a fireworks show, and the stage was set on the roof of the school building. Guo Xiang, as a representative of the third and fourth classes of high school, wants to perform ballet, swan dance, and solo dance, which is the last program and the finale.

Yi has been practicing for a long time, and now he stands on tiptoe and turns around, it is really light and beautiful, as if he is really about to fly like a swan. Yi wanted him to see the moment when Yi was flying.

Yi kept looking at the audience backstage, counting face by face, he hadn't come yet.

Yi hoped that time would be slower, or even slower, so that he could return slowly.

But Yi is going to perform on stage, and he didn't come after all. Obviously......

Yi stood in the spotlight, the music slowly rose, Yi slowly bent his hands, winged, his body slowly spread, as the music gradually became lighter, the small piece of world under the spotlight, there was a swan who was sadly understated.

Yi tiptoed, jumped lightly, spun and landed, danced, danced, and a tear floated out of Yi's eyes as she turned. The close-up of that second on the big screen is incomparably beautiful.

Everyone was stunned.

The music gradually reaches its peak, but it comes to an abrupt end.

Yi was stunned, helpless, looking at the backstage where the player was shelved, someone pressed the disc button, it was a female classmate in the same class, and Ping Suyi was jealous of Guo Xiangmu Xiu Yulin. Yi shook the music disc at Guo Xiang, stared at it defiantly, and then broke it with a sneer.

A swan dance without music would be like a shell without a soul. Even though Yi dances beautifully, but this group of ordinary people below, if there is no music infection, how can they appreciate the unbearable realm of high places?

Guo Xiang is destined to make a fool of himself.

Anyway, Yi doesn't care.

Yi calmed his mind and danced, like a mime.

Suddenly, there was a burst of guitar sounds, low, like a murmuring outpouring, which happened to be in tune with Yi's dance, and it was in full swing. Yi smiled, and Yi's ears recognized the sound of the harp.

The guitar is played very gently, Yi dances movingly, when Yi is trying to jump faster, the guitar sound is already tight, when Yi is tired, the guitar sound is slow.

No need to be reminded, the guitar and Yi are very tacit.

Everyone stood up, clapping and shouting, but the sound of the guitar still lingered in everyone's ears, not drowned out by the applause.

After Guo Xiang took a curtain call, he hurriedly went to find Yang Guo, but there was still no him in the audience. This side of the teaching building is splendid, but the diagonal building is dim, and it seems very lonely, and you can't see anything when you look at it from here. Yi suddenly understood, took the elevator down the teaching building, and ran to the diagonal library.

On the open roof of the library, Yang Guo stood in a landscape, hidden in the dark, looking at the lights on the other side, seeing Guo Xianglai, he was not surprised at all, Yi was very smart, and he could naturally guess.

"Big brother, I know you won't lie to me."

"Just come to my alma mater to have a look, it's nothing."

"You ......" Guo Xiang was surprised.

Yang Guo said: "Yes, I also went to school here, in the second year of high school, I fell in love with my teacher, and in the third year of high school, I was ordered to drop out. ”

"And then?"

"Later...... Then I married Yi. ”

"So, where did Yi go?"

"I don't know." Yang Guo said, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said: "But I know that Yi is half me, I am half Yi, sooner or later we will be put together." ”

Suddenly, a big flower bloomed in the night sky, and it was the roof of the school building that set off fireworks, one, two, three, four.

Guo Xiang raised his neck to see, the sky was burning, such a beautiful fireworks, blooming, beautiful in an instant, and then died in a hurry, falling into colorful colors, turning into cold ashes all over the ground.

Yi suddenly wanted to cry. The fireworks are destined to be extinguished, and he is also destined to go.

"Tomorrow, my wife will be back." Yang Guo stared at the hot sky, the bottom of his chest was warm, and said, "Yi is very happy with you." ”

The little dragon girl must not have imagined that the little baby girl is now so big.

When the fireworks fell, Yang Guo accompanied Guo Xiang to talk, and then sent Yi back to the girls' dormitory.

The campus was as peaceful as ever, the night was fragrant, the moon was almost full, and the night was really beautiful.

When he was sent to the door of the dormitory, Guo Xiang said a little childishly: "Sooner or later, one day, I will go to the Emei you said to have a look." Yang Guo smiled and didn't speak.

On the second day, Yang got up early in the morning, rinsed his teeth, covered his face, and rushed to the downtown area.

But there was already a girl waiting in the downtown area.

Wearing a pink down jacket, when he looked closely, a beautiful face was revealed from his coat and hat, it was Guo Xiang.

"I'll wait for Yi with you, don't you say that Yi is very happy with me?"

After eight o'clock, the city was noisy, and people came and went, and no one paid attention to the two of them. Today's news was playing on the video wall, saying that a cold snap was approaching, and it was snowing heavily in the southernmost part.

The weather was quite cold, Guo Xiang put his hand into his jacket pocket, listened to the song with headphones, and Yang Guo stood in the crowd of people coming and going, wearing a dress made by Yi sixteen years ago, which looked very outdated.

There were nine long rings at the end of the pedestrian street, there was a big bell tower, which would tell the time on the hour, and it was nine o'clock, and Yi had not yet come, so it must have been that Yi had not yet risen. Yi always couldn't sleep well before, so he had to sleep for a long time.

To the north, a few wild pigeons were scattered on a row of roof tiles in the rising sun, and they did not fly; Wrapped in winter clothes, people walk through the north wind to the subway platform; Buses come and go, go and come again; The scent of lilies wafts from the diagonal flower house.

At ten o'clock, Yi still didn't come, presumably Yi should be wearing makeup.

Eleven o'clock - did I forget to look at the date, otherwise why is it so late?

Guo Xiang was tired of standing and found a flower bed to sit down and rest. At twelve o'clock, Yi was a little hungry, so he went to the fast food restaurant to buy two bento boxes and ate them hastily on the street in the downtown area. Another bento, Yang Guo never moved his chopsticks.

In the afternoon, the north wind blew and the lead clouds lowered the sky, and the whole city was darkened. Guo Xiang shivered from the cold, and before he could do so, pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. Yang Guo said: "Little sister, you go back first." Guo Xiang raised his little red face and said, "I don't!" ”

The wind was tight, and the snow was heavier, sweeping across the downtown area, and the snowflakes were rolling on the ground like cotton wool. Yang Guo was worried that Guo Xiang would be cold, so he said, "Little sister, you go to that coffee shop, sit by the floor-to-ceiling window, and help me look at the people coming from the north, okay?" ”

"What about you?"

"I'm going to be here...... When I came, I was the first to see me. ”

Guo Xiang is very considerate of people, and knows that if he doesn't go, he will be very worried, and he doesn't want him to be distracted and worry, and he doesn't want to increase his worries.

I went to the coffee shop and ordered a cup of warm coffee, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, held the cup, warmed my palms first, and a group of snowflakes flew in, crashed into the floor-to-ceiling window, and floated away silently.

Most of the pedestrians hurried home, and on the street, he was the only one, standing alone in the snow.

After an afternoon of snow, his hair, his eyebrows, his shoulders, his padded jacket, and his cotton shoes were all white. He didn't drink the hot coffee sent by Guo Xiang, and it gradually froze.

In the evening, the bell rang six times, and Yi did not come.

The twilight snow has rendered the ending.

At this moment, Yang Guo was like an arrow piercing his heart, his internal organs were so bitter, and gradually, the only remaining love poison began to attack, and he had no pain for several years, but this time the mountains and rivers of pain changed color.

"After that, the first note was wrong, what do you think?"

"Later, I can't find the key, let's go to the park and sit down."

"Come on, the clothes are sewn, let's give it a try."

"Don't make a fuss, come on, I'm going to put on a mask, and I'll let you kiss it later."

"The iron plate duck intestines on the pedestrian street, my family's favorite food, oh boss, it's more spicy."

"One, two, three, I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday...... What, not today, that cake ...... Can I still get a refund? ”

"Come on, I really didn't remember your birthday because I didn't eat cake...... Oh well, I was wrong, but the cake was really delicious. ”

"Later, my aunt misses you, come and let me kiss it. Come on, I'll count to three, one, two...... Hmmm! ”

"I'll tell you a secret - I love you so much...... No, I didn't steal your bento...... Well, just ate a little bit...... They all said that they love you very much, and they beat me, hum! ”

"Later, if you can't find me in the future, come here, I like to stand in the downtown area and wait for you to come to me."

My mind is full of the words that Xiaolongnu used to babble, it was just ordinary at the time, but now it has a hundred thousand times more warmth.

He clutched his head and knelt on the ground in pain, almost fainting, and the blood he vomited stained the ground red with snow, and suddenly he roared like a wolf with his neck up to the sky.

Guo Xiang saw all this in the floor-to-ceiling window, tears fell down, and Yi thought like a knife in his heart: "Love, don't deceive people too much." ”

Yi ran out of the coffee shop and went to the snow to help Yang Guo, Yang Guo savagely pushed Yi away: "Don't come here!" "The eyes are full of fierce light, like a beast.

Seeing that Yi is Guo Xiang, he gradually reined in his beastly nature and said, "You haven't left yet." ”

Yang Guo's heart was like numbness, and he didn't shake off the snow on his body, and he was depressed. He didn't want to talk perfunctorily, and he didn't say goodbye, he walked back and forth in the snow, squeaking on the ground, and his footprints stared deep into the snow.

This is the second time Guo Xiang has seen his lonely back. In the heavy snow, the evening street was dark, the street lights were on, and Yang Guo walked far.

5

Case Diagnosis Sheet

Name: Little Dragon Girl.

Gender: Female.

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Diagnosis: Confirmed, HIV infection.

Consultant: Huang Yaoshi.

Date of diagnosis: 24 December 2001.

remark

The plaintiff's lawyer filed the following complaint: The results of the diagnosis should be kept confidential and used only for the purpose of collecting evidence in the court for the rape case against Yin Zhiping. If there is malicious dissemination and infringement of the party's reputation, its legal responsibility will be pursued.

6

"Yang Guo, the prescription is ready. During the period of taking the medicine, you need to try your best to recall all the memories, and the medicine will erase the relevant memories according to the active areas of the brain, and you will not remember the Yi after the medicine. Forget, and the love poison is cured. ”

"No need. Didn't Guo Xiang say that bitterness has a bitter taste. I can miss it, and I feel that there is a taste of life, even if it hurts...... For a long time. ”

"I expected you to be so stubborn, okay, since you like to enjoy abuse, then I'll take you somewhere."

7

Spring.

It's actually a little early to say that spring, the cherry blossom trees in the suburban cemetery have just budded, and the dotted red bones are dotted with branches that have withered for a winter, which is not enough to give people a surprise, plus this lawn is not too verdant, and the birds in the forest are too silent, how to say it - the scenery of this cemetery is barely okay.

There are as many cherry blossom trees as there are tombstones in the cemetery.

Next to a monument, there is bound to be a cherry blossom tree clinging to each other. Every year during the Qingming Festival, the cherry blossoms of the falling branches shade a large cemetery, like a crimson cloud, stacked on top of another crimson cloud, and the tomb sweepers walk under the burning clouds.

But today there are only two people who come to sweep the graves.

An old man with fairy wind bones, and the other is a one-armed man, with messy hair and a big beard, he is also very fan, about the fan of a beggar.

The two of them were sacrificed to the same tomb, and the owner of the tomb was a woman.

The one-armed man stared at the yellowed picture of the tombstone, his eyes wet and speechless.

"Before leaving, Yi said, I hope that in these sixteen years, you can have another family. Yi thought that sixteen years was enough for you to forget about Yi. ”

The one-armed man remained silent.

"When Yi left, he asked me to say that if you can't forget Yi after sixteen years, let me give this to you."

It's a tape.

The one-armed man recognized that this was the tape that Yi had used to record the tape.

After the old man put the tape in the player, he excused himself for a walk, and avoided it far away. He understands that there are things that cannot be shared.

The one-armed man sat down in front of the tombstone, and the spring wind was so soft that it gently blew his hair, which had not been cut for months, like snow on the ground.

Listening to the tape, there was a recording from sixteen years ago, and the person who spoke was now in this tomb.

"Long time no see, my son, I didn't expect you to let go of me, why are you so stupid, my son. Now, you're sixteen years later, and I'd love to see what you were like then...... I hope you're not so thin. It's Chinese New Year's Eve in 02 on my side, it's New Year's Eve, you listen, firecrackers are being set off outside, and you should also be watching the Spring Festival Gala at this time. Zhao Benshan's sketch is so funny, I don't know why I can't stop crying when I look at it. Recently, I have been suffering from a fever and my condition is getting worse and worse. You don't have to worry about me, but when you hear my voice, I'm already a handful of dust, and it won't hurt anymore. I heard that people will return to the world to see again after seven days of death, and you won't be afraid of me, will you? I'd love to see you again...... It's really good to think. I promised to return one of your cities in sixteen years, I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise. Actually, I want to go to the appointment in 16 years, and have the rest of your life...... That's it, I'm ......."

The person in the recording choked up and struggled to hold back the crying, and in the end, he couldn't speak.

The one-armed man faced the sky, tears ran out of his eyes, and he ran out uncontrollably.

It was the first time he shed tears, and the tears rolled to the ground and warmed his fingertips.

———— end.

Postscript:

I admit that I did desecrate the classics, but I still couldn't hold back. Jin Yong is the stranger I have ever respected in my life, and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is a story I like very much, and my conscience has begun to hurt when such a good story is tampered with beyond recognition. I know that many people want to scold me, scold me for not knowing the height of the sky, and scold me for having an axe. Alas, actually, I would like to say that you are right.

This clumsy story was written at the end of July, but only three months later, Jin Yong died of illness in Hong Kong.

On the day the old gentleman died, he was watching "Kamakura Story" at night, and Weibo suddenly pushed bad news, saying that Mr. was gone. Immediately afterwards, my heart paused for a second, and the next second, sadness came up, my heart hurt as if I was being pulled by someone, and I really didn't have the mood to watch the movie.

I've been sad for a long time, and the people who gave me the rivers and lakes, why did you leave like this......

In fact, an unknown person like me doesn't even have the qualifications to meet the old man Pingshui, but he is reluctant to let the old man leave for a complex. He's given me too many dreams......

I like the character of Yang Guo, especially Yang Guo, who has become more and more silent after sixteen years of cold days. Jin Yong gave him flesh and soul with a pen, so that his story can endure the years like wine.

At the end of the Condor Heroes, Xiaolongnu turned out to be alive, reunited with Yang Guo at the bottom of the cliff, and had a good home.

But this kind of ending is not Jin Yong's intention, originally Xiaolongnu died sixteen years ago, and Jin Yong arranged a little Guo Xiang for the rest of Yang Guo's life. However, the protests of thousands of readers were obstructed, and even crowds protested in front of Ming Pao. Jin Yong couldn't bear to make readers sad, changed his original intention, and obeyed public opinion, which is why we have the "Condor Heroes" we see now.

Jin Yong is merciful, but I seem to be very cruel, in the end, I wrote Xiaolongnu to death, and it is the most embarrassing way to die.

arranged such a pure little dragon girl, I have AIDS, it turns out that I am such a bastard. (No wonder no one wants to listen to my story.) ）

In this cruel ending, the first person to be hurt was myself, and at the end of writing, I also finished all the words with tears in my eyes, and my grief was difficult to suppress. So, although I told the story mediocrely, at least I told it with my heart. Even if you can't move the second person, at least you move yourself.

Moving Yang Guo from the Southern Song Dynasty to the 21st century is my wishful thinking. Even if Yang Guo does not have peerless martial arts and does not have a gloomy ecstasy, he is still infinitely charming, and it will still make girls miss Yang Guo for life when they see him. But my pen has never been able to describe his full charm, because I am too talented, sorry.