Robben really kept his promise and arranged for me to be in a room called "Oil Painting" in the "Sky City", the room was gorgeously decorated, all kinds of electrical appliances were available, and the space was spacious.

The reason why the name of the room was named "oil painting" by Robben is because the walls of the room are covered with Raben's paintings, such as the green and verdant mountains, the clear lake as blue as the sky, the beautiful and lovely dancing women, and the colorful autumn autumn leaves...... Warm and cold is the essence of oil painting, under the illumination of natural light, the bright part is warm, the dark part is cold, the contrast between cold and warm produces space, and the space makes the two-dimensional plane oil painting have a three-dimensional sense, the icing on the cake is that the warm retro lighting of the room gives life to the oil painting, on the wall like a group of women whispering to me, some women are quiet and elegant, like a whole season of snow water melted into her eyes. Some are enthusiastic and unrestrained, she smiled and the wind all over the mountains wanted news. Some of them are naturally soft, as if I was touching a cloud when I was leaning towards her............

Robben's wedding was scheduled for October 4 for a simple reason: Xitang was crowded with tourists during the National Day Golden Week, and sometimes it was even crowded. Luo Ben and Shen Yan'er's friends arrived in the "Sky City" of Xitang City one after another. On the evening of October 2nd, a guitarist came to the "Castle in the Sky".

With long gray hair and messy beard, the whole person exudes a faint vicissitudes of life in the space. Robben saw the comer, took out a pack of Liqun from his bag, and immediately handed the cigarette to the guitar man.

The guitar man put the guitar on the table, then smiled and took the cigarette and lit it. "Robben, I didn't miss the appointment, I didn't want to miss your obligatory performance here even if I turned off several commercial performances." "Bring this Smallman of yours to the show, and my wedding will be in full bloom." Robben then turned around and introduced Shen Yan'er to the guitar man present, as well as me, Lin Jiage, Shen Jihao, Qiao Bing'er and others. As soon as Ye Wei came from the upstairs room, Robben looked at her and said, "Her name is Ye Wei, she sings very well, you two can cooperate."

"Hello everyone, I'm Lu Chenyang, from Chengdu, Sichuan, a guitarist in an unknown underground band." The guitar man greeted modestly and won the favor of the group of people present.

Qiao Bing'er on the side suddenly said: "Brother Chenyang, come to a song!" Qiao Bing'er is a sophomore art student, an eccentric, outgoing and cheerful girl. By chance, I came to Xitang to live in the "Sky City" and was attracted by Robben's paintings, so I simply lived in the "Sky City" for a month, during this period, Qiao Bing'er and Robben's views on art hit it off, and the two guided each other and created together, and later Robben recognized Qiao Bing'er as his sister. After Qiao Bing'er shouted, a group of people around also began to coax, and other guests of the inn also stopped to watch.

"Alright then, I'll be ugly." Lu Chenyang was not hypocritical, and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table after smoking. Then he carefully opened the piano bag on the table, and a Smoman classical guitar appeared in front of everyone, and many people present gasped.

After all, this guitar from Australia usually sells for more than $20,000 internationally, and today's greatest classical guitarist John Williams, today's most popular classical guitarist Yang Xuefei, and famous guitar composer Štěpán Rak also use Smallman guitars.

The reason why Smokeman guitar can attract a large number of first-class performers and celebrities is naturally inseparable from its incomparable performance effect, so the people present are also looking forward to Lu Chenyang's performance.

The guitar is an instrument, not an art student and a tool, Lu Chenyang's guitar has no bells and whistles, the backplate side panel of the quaint primary color, and the panel with slightly mottled scratches make this guitar full of the thick vicissitudes of time.

Lu Chenyang held the guitar and began to play skillfully, Robben explained to the people around him: "This is 'Memories of the Alhambra', the masterpiece of the famous Spanish musician Terrega's masterpiece.

The listeners in the inn nodded their heads again and again, perhaps most of them had not heard the song "Memories of the Alhambra", but they were impressed by Lu Chenyang's performance, and lingered in the sound of the guitar.

Lu Chenyang's whole piece is played with the wheel fingers, thus revealing a vibrating lyrical tune, showing the colorful style and beautiful sound of the guitar, which makes people feel that the scenery of the Alhambra palace is delicately depicted, and it also gives people deep feelings and reminiscences. The melody in the song flows slowly in the scattered harmony, full of tenderness and romance.

At the end of the song, the people who listened with bated breath were still immersed in the echo of the guitar. It wasn't until the last note lingered and a visitor outside the inn applauded that the listeners woke up from their trance and applauded. "Thank you all for the applause!" Lu Chenyang put down the guitar and then bowed elegantly for curtain call.

The phone vibrate, I glanced at it casually, but my eyes didn't want to move away for a long time, "Xiao Chenzi, I'm in Xitang, I'm sending my son to Fengqiao, whether you come or not, I'll wait for you!" For a while, the nickname of Xiao Chenzi sounded again after three years, which made me return to some scenes in the past: the farewell party ended so happily, and the classmates and teachers were drunk again, hugged again and again, and said that the future was still promising. People walked away from the tea, leaving her and me, staggering in the silhouette of the forest path, with a swaying back.

"Xiao Chenzi, let's go to a university in the northwest together in the future, so that we can see the snow-capped mountains every day, and you and I can dance in the snow in winter."

"The northwest is too far, I just want to stay in the south, how good is the south, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the south is like spring all year round, be obedient, stay in the south."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, we walked without speaking, let the volatilization of alcohol, inciting my sadness, that night, the word breakup was said by myself downstairs, no wonder, we always love to quarrel, breakups are always on our lips, separation seems to have become inevitable. When we filled in the volunteers, we had already cut off contact with each other, and fate played tricks on us and the song with Song Dongye: You are snowing heavily in the sunny sun in the south, and I am like spring all year round in the cold night in the north.

I vaguely remember that at the end of summer, I met with her to watch the people who came back from the fields at sunset, or in groups of three or five, or chasing chickens and ducks, or carrying hoes on their shoulders, and the sunset passed through the gap between the two mountains, like pearls falling from the lead bloom, dyeing a layer of memory filter for this pure people, their wrinkles disappeared, the corners of their clothes fluttered in the wind, they smoked dry tobacco and danced with the sun on the road, soaring in the sky. 

She stood on the bridge that I heard was two hundred years old, facing the mountain, which also loved her, casting a large shadow on you. Her figure is reflected in the river. Slender, graceful, and pure, these words are not enough to describe her, I only know that she has formed a harmony with the mountain, with the river, with the small bridge, and even the ancient sword hanging at the bottom of the bridge, or the sparrows in the sky, and the rice, corn, peppers, and watermelons in the fields.

She has a beautiful face, green silk and supple silk, and her clothes are fluttering, so many people say that the cabbage has been arched by my pig. I came to her silently, and said nothing, for a long time, until the ducks flapped their wings and came ashore, until the moonlight filled the valley, until the cottages were lit up with yellow lights, and until the dogs barked. I looked into her eyes, full of affection and tenderness. Teardrops wet the eyelashes, and in this endless darkness, you and I seem to travel through time and space.

I hugged her into my arms, you sobbed quietly, distant dreams, you are close at hand. I lifted your head, approached your face, stroked your hair, and kissed it, mixed with her tears, mixed with her reluctance, and they all wandered sadly in their mouths. In the depths of this water is long-term affection, and I parted with her calmly and joyfully. This moment is a deep affection in heaven and on earth.

Later, they went to the east and west, Gannan and Sichuan, and the people around them left and went, and the sheets were changed and changed. My countenance was vicissitudes and melancholy. Passing by the Wuyang River, I realized the sorrow of the ancient town. Beer and folk songs came in the wind. 

I woke up from my memories and found that I hadn't forgotten her, just like the night sky hadn't forgotten the stars, her gentleness was like water, and I was an ignorant old man wandering the rivers and lakes. Passing by her mountains and seas, it failed to take away her human sophistication.

The voices of the people were noisy and the crowd was scattered. Rush by. I lit a yellow fruit tree, and the ashes dissipated. "Brother Robben, I have a friend who has come to Xitang, I'm going to meet her." I shouted at Robben, Robben is a sensitive person, and I am a person who is not good at hiding his emotions, loneliness mixed with sadness is written on his face, Robben said: "Go, come back early, we will wait for you, by the way, call your friends too."