In the evening, I woke up from my slumber, my skull heavy and still tearing and aching inside.

Walking slowly to the window, the Xitang Wupeng boat ripples on the rippling river, shuttling through all kinds of bridges and holes, the tourists on the boat and the pedestrians on the bridge reflect each other, constituting a harmonious scenery of "the upper and lower shadows connect the moon on the waves, and the people cross the water and the sky".

The young partner who takes pictures and kisses under the eaves, the sunset love who steps on the bricks and stones and holds hands and supports, the Xitang people at this moment are noisy, and they are the most fireworks in the world. Suddenly a poem came to mind:

The smoke curls and the fragrance of the seeds, and the green tiles ask the moonlight.

The alleyway echoes the passenger step, and the stone bridge curves to explore the cabin.

Commenting on a Jiangnan rhyme, Wu Yu has a few Jiashan tones.

The fan half-covers the past, who is looking for a dream to visit Xitang?

I went downstairs, maybe it was the reason why the "Sky City" was full, the living room was deserted, Xia Yao and Ye Wei were nowhere to be found, and vaguely remembered that the smoker and Lu Chenyang lost the game yesterday, and they drank a lot of wine so much that they were drunk and unconscious, and it is estimated that the two of them are still sleeping soundly, so the huge "Sky City" is only watched by the voice of the aunt at the front desk.

"Xitang recalls, followed by the alley. The flowers and snow fly obliquely on the bluestone slab, and the sound of the trampling sound is long to send the attic wind. Looking back, it was raining. ”

So I casually walked into a few deep alleys, and when I stepped into them, it was like reading pages of ancient chronicles, listening to them tell the vicissitudes of Xitang Ancient Town. Come to Shipi Lane: a thin and long alley squeezed out by the pink walls and tiles, framing a thin and long sky.

Walking aimlessly, wandering in the lush woods, crossing in the crowded places, walking for a while, there was an inexplicable sadness in my heart, so I stopped and smoked cigarettes, and a pack of cigarettes I just bought soon bottomed out.

The night was darkening, and the sky was dark. I stood on the bridge and watched as the water reflected the lanterns and the water flowed brightly into the distance. The mobile phone vibrate, I took out the mobile phone was Robben's voice call, and after connecting it, Luo Ben's voice came: "Xiao Chen, where are you, we are back to Xitang, tonight is Zheng Fang and Lu Chenyang's open-air impromptu concert, come back quickly."

"I'm here at Shipi Lane, I'll be right back." Hanging up the phone, I walked towards the "Castle in the Sky".

Turning a bridge, I saw the "Sky City", and from a distance, I saw Robben, Smoker, Lu Chenyang, Shen Yan'er and others running in and out of the inn, building a simple singing platform.

The owners of several guitar and antique shops around the "Sky City" also came to the scene to help set up the sound equipment, which is incompatible with this scene: Xia Yao, she stood on the bank and looked at the flowing river, and her pale green long skirt brought out Xia Yao's clean and elegant complexion, her eyes were elegant and quiet, and her eyes looked back at the flowing waves, like a pretty Jiangnan woman; But there is a trace of stubborn ripples, and the delicate black hair is scattered softly on the shoulders, slightly soft and with the charm of a daughter from the southwest.

For the thing that made Xia Yao cry last night, my scalp swelled, and I don't know what kind of mentality to face Xia Yao again: Remorse? Never in contact with each other? Or is it cheeky and business as usual? I walked over with my head on my head.

"Yo, yes, I thought you didn't get up!" The smoker said as he threw out a piece of wire in his hand.

"Go, go, when I woke up, you and Lu Chenyang were still asleep in bed, you two, hey, the way you two intertwined in bed made me almost think that you were sniping in the middle of the road last night." I deliberately turned up the volume to joke, trying to let Xia Yao hear, as for the reason, it should be from the primitive courtship behavior of animals to show themselves.

"Xiao Chen, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, Zheng Fang and I are innocent. The bottom line of being a good man is to be as guarded as jade! Lu Chenyang said in a serious and righteous manner.

"Chenyang, you're not kind, if you can't find a girlfriend, you can't find a girlfriend, and you have to make a high-sounding reason to cover up your single state that you can't find a girlfriend." Robben walked in front of us and made us laugh, Robben spread out cigarettes and handed them to us, several people took the cigarettes and lit them, and Xia Yao was still on the shore looking at the flowing water without saying a word, which made me feel lonely.

"You big men know how to smoke every day, I suspect that your lungs are black, especially you Xiao Chen, your body is full of smoke smell, do you want to use cigarettes to smoke yourself into bacon? Can't you just smoke less? Yan'er is still there, and the child in the belly can't smoke second-hand smoke! Ye Wei came over and scolded us, and then she took Xia Yao's arm and said, "Sister Xia Yao, let's go in, don't mess around with this group of people." I turned to look at Ye Wei, Ye Wei gave me an angry white look, and I could only laugh dryly.

The simple stage is lit up and shines like a pearl in the dark night. The sky was slightly dark, and in the intricate alleys, on the quiet bridge in the distance, even the people in the awning boat stopped paddling, as if they were going to an appointment, and they all stayed in the "city in the sky", like moths yearning for light around the stage. Looking forward to, waiting, each with a ghost............

The smoker walked up to the stage and set up the microphone. He held the mottled guitar, and his quiet appearance in the light was like a trance dream. Plucking the strings of the guitar and playing curved parallel lines, the prelude travels through the air, vibrates in the cochlea of the crowd, and travels through the depths of the psyche. The crowd fell silent, some sat on the stone steps of the "Castle in the Sky", some took chairs and stools from the guitar shop next door, some poked their heads out on the second floor of the inn across the river, some stepped onto the shore from the awning boat, some stood on tiptoe around the water, and some sat directly on the ground and looked up at the smoker...... They tacitly agreed without saying a word, turned on the flashlight on their mobile phones, and created an impromptu atmosphere for the night:

Did I tell you?

My girlfriend inside Peugeot

Let me show you the photos

It's the girl with big breasts

…………

You asked me curiously

When are you going to get married?

I'll shake my head and tell you

I still love her now

The voice of the smoker has always been gentle and infectious, which makes people always speculate that he has experienced many unknown past tortures. In this night, his emotions seemed to have been brewed to a climax, perhaps he also remembered the happy time with his wife, maybe he also missed the body fragrance and white velvet hair on his wife's body, and maybe he fantasized about the children who had learned to write without his wife who had a difficult birth............

There was no one at the scene to speak, some people became gloomy, and seemed to recall the memories of the past that belonged to him, some people had tears in the corners of their eyes, some people looked into the distance, and the crowd was immersed in the song of smokers and couldn't extricate themselves. I looked at Xia Yao, who was sitting next to Ye Wei, and from Xia Yao's eyes, she was not sad or happy, like a very cold and unrestrained teacher, who did not eat fireworks in the world, staring at the smokers on the stage and singing.

simply turned his head and watched the smoker continue to play and sing, looking at the smoker singing affectionately on the stage, how many times the smoker had wandered because of the helplessness of life, how many times in the sleepless night, he picked up the old guitar and gently hummed the unforgettable song to accompany him through every empty and lonely night.

At the end of the song, the smoker took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it.

Lu Chenyang took the stage with the guitar, looked around, he picked up the microphone and said: "Although I play a classical guitar, but the smoker sings a ballad, then I will also sing a song "Anhe Bridge" today, whether there is an audience who can play the drums, I need an African drum or box drum to work together."

No one came on stage, so I walked up, and the owner of the guitar shop next door, Lei Zi, took out an African drum from the shop and handed it to me, and I went on stage and tried the sound of the African drum - excellent.

The drum beat of the song "Knock, Click, Knock, Knock, Click......" was looped 66 times, a total of 396 times, each of which was heavily struck on the heart, and the matouqin lasted from 2 minutes 04 seconds to 2 minutes 34 seconds for 30 seconds. The beautiful horse-head fiddle is short-lived, the mediocre drum sound is more evocative, and life is mediocre everywhere. While I was playing the drums, my eyes were fixed on Xia Yao's position:

I know those summers

It's like youth that can't come back

In place of dreams, it can only be difficult to reluctantly

I know bragged bulls*

will also laugh with youth

Leave me trapped in the city to remember you

Let me take another sip of autumn wine

…………

The concert continued, Ye Wei unexpectedly sang an English song on stage, Qiao Bing'er really didn't change her smart and clever came on stage to sing a children's song to make people laugh, Shen Jihao, Lin Jiage The couple sang affectionately, and the audience also sang on stage. Most of the people who come to Xitang are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, they may be wandering singers in the world, maybe they are artists who come to Xitang to heal their wounds, or they may have bizarre memories full of stories one after another, and singing is the catharsis of all emotions.

The train at three o'clock in the morning, the concert ended at twelve o'clock in the morning, the crowd dispersed, I also packed my luggage and said goodbye to the people of the "Sky City" one by one, unexpectedly, Qiao Bing'er actually cried when hugging me, parting has always been sad, the group watched me leave, I pretended to wave goodbye casually,

I used to envy people who played the guitar and wandered around. Now that I have grown up, I have found that only people who are disheartened and have no worries can walk so freely and be relieved to face so many partings! Obviously, I can't.