The autumn breeze is blowing.

In the second year of high school, the college entrance examination will be held in less than two years. Nanming Middle School is full of highly talented students, and they have sharpened their heads to drill into prestigious universities, so they don't need to whip themselves up and study hard every day.

The news that Mo Yan won the Nobel Prize in Literature made everyone pay more attention to Chinese classes. Ouyang Xiaozhi just finished talking about "Lin Daiyu Enters Jiafu" in the text, and in the afternoon, he talked about the fifth episode of "Dream of Red Mansions" in the Literary Club.

"The capital is a good marriage, and I only think of the former alliance of wood and stone. The sky is opposite, the crystal snow in the mountains, never forget, the lonely forest of the world. Sigh in the world, the fly in the ointment is not today's letter, even if it is a case with eyebrows, it is difficult to calm down in the end. ”

A few dead leaves floated outside the classroom window, and the twigs chanted Xue Baochai's "Lifelong Mistake" in "Jinling Twelve Hairpins".

"Si Wang."

She suddenly called the roll call, and the boy stood up in a hurry and said, "I didn't desert." ”

"I want to ask you, I heard that you have already finished reading "Dream of Red Mansions", so which of the twelve hairpins in Jinling do you like the most?"

"The song "Lifelong Mistake" just now, although it is Xue Baochai who sighs, but it is also about Lin Daiyu of the 'Lonely Forest of Immortals in the World', the world often pities Daiyu and praises Baochai, but my favorite is Qin Keqing who is obscene and mourned Tianxianglou, Jia Baoyu's spring dream in the fifth episode, isn't it made in Qin Keqing's bed?"

Xiao Zhi coughed twice, after all, all the people present were minors, but he said without scruples: "Actually, the 'fairy sister' in Baoyu's dream is probably the incarnation of Qin Keqing, and Baoyu's enlightenment comes from a young woman who is much older than him." ”

"Oh, that's the end of the activities of the Literary Society, let's disperse early."

On Friday, the students were looking forward to going home, and in a blink of an eye, only Xiaozhi and Siwang were left.

"Twig, why don't you let me finish?"

"They're all kids, so there's no need to talk about that."

"yes, we're all adults."

"Say what?" She nudged Si Wang, "Sometimes, I don't think you're like seventeen. ”

"I'm forty-two years old, seven years older than you."

This truth made her face change: "Shut up!" ”

Si Wang walked out of the classroom, took his schoolbag from the dormitory, and came to the gate of the school, Ouyang Xiaozhi chased after him and said, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's fine."

Walking side by side on Nanming Road, she suddenly said: "Si Wang, last week, I saw that the desktop on your mobile phone was Jacky Cheung's 1995 concert?" ”

"Well, I went to see it that year."

Her expression was a little weird, and she squirmed for a long time before saying, "Tonight, there is a Jacky Cheung concert in the city, do you want to go?" ”

"Ah, do you have a ticket?"

"No, but you can go to the scene and ask the scalper to buy it."

"I don't even know...... But—"

Xiaozhi pretended to be casual and said, "You're not available? Or did you make an appointment with someone else? ”

"No, I'm free!"

Si Wang quickly called his mother and said that he would have to make up for classes at school tonight and would not be able to go home until ten o'clock.

"You often cheat on your mother like that, don't you?"

"What's that? My mom is the best woman in the world! And the most beautiful! ”

The two laughed and went to the subway station.

At dusk on the weekend, it became more and more crowded in the direction of the city, and I didn't wait for a seat, so I had to pull on the handrail. Fortunately, Si Wang has grown strong and tall, and she looks much younger than her actual age, no one can see that the two are teachers and students, more like a young couple in love with sisters and brothers.

"In 1995, I found that you copied a poem in class - a piece of infatuation, two places looking at each other, three or four words under the pen, tears have been five or six lines, but ask for the Qixi Magpie Bridge Meeting, the gods of the eight directions bear the mandarin ducks, ten wandering under the nine springs, the Naihe Bridge is hateful, the intestines are broken, the sorrow is thousand, and the heart is sad helplessly."

Si Wang actually recited the words written by Aunt Qiong Yao in the TV series.

In those years, a popular set of Qiong Yao dramas "Plum Blossom Three Alleys", one of which is "Ghost Husband", is a suspected supernatural story - the heroine thought that the man she loved was dead, but she didn't expect that a few years later, his ghost actually sang and communicated with herself through poetry, so that she was convinced that there were really ghosts in the world.

"Hate on the bridge of the Nai River - I only remember this sentence."

Twig didn't have any scruples, and the passengers around him could hear it, and suddenly he was drowned out by the noise.

When the subway arrived at the stadium station, just before the concert began, they went to the convenience store to buy some food, nothing more than oden, tea eggs and sliced bread. The entrance of the field was already crowded, and Xiaozhi bought two tickets from the scalper, which was actually a good position in the infield. Pushed forward by the crowd, she bought a glow stick on the way, and said loudly in Si Wang's ear: "I haven't seen a concert for ten years!" ”

"I'm seventeen years!"

She had to be almost close to her ear to hear.

Walking into the turbulent and noisy infield, looking at the brightly lit stage, Si Wangcai screamed like a high school student - and at the same time screamed at the thirty-five-year-old Xiaozhi, who was surprised that she had laughed so nymphomaniacly for the first time.

The singer appeared in a dazzling costume, first singing a song "Li Xianglan", followed by "I'm Really Hurt".

Ouyang Xiaozhi also danced a glow stick, and among the crazy audiences before and after, most of them were in their thirties, and it was rare for Nen Cheng Siwang to do this, and he seemed to be more like a fan of AKB48. The young man tore the throat of the little rooster and sang in unison with Jacky Cheung on the stage, and the little branch stuck out his tongue and made a grimace.

Feeling a hand around her back, she was about to touch the bone with some force, but instead of resisting, she leaned against him. The scent of the twigs and hair must have filled his nose, and a few strands of hair stained his face, like a silk scarf wrapped around his neck.

The singing on the stage continued, "Heart Like a Knife", "With You All the Way", "I'll Wait for the Flowers and Thank You.......

For nearly two hours, her cheeks were as warm as a warm water bag, pressed against Si Wang's chin and ears.

Towards the end of the concert, Jacky Cheung sang a song that only existed after his death - "She Came to Listen to My Concert".

"She came to my concert, first love at the age of seventeen, first date. The boy queued up all night for her, and bought a pair of tickets with half a year's savings. I sang to her heart, I sang to her heartbreak......"

A gust of autumn wind ruffled Twig's hair, and she wrapped her arms around Si Wang's neck and buried her head in his hard chest. She didn't want people to see her cry? Still don't dare to listen to the tear-jerking songs on stage anymore? She held the boy so tightly that he could breathe and could only breathe in her hair.

In the end, the song ended the concert with a song "Kiss Goodbye".

She let go of Si Wang, wiped away her tears and looked at his face, her ears full of chorus of "I kiss you goodbye in the crazy night" all around. The boy's lips were close to her, but they stayed less than two centimeters away, stiff as two sculptures.

At the end of the song, he never touched her lips.

Only then did she say the first sentence of the whole concert: "You, not a statement." ”

Half an hour later, the crowd in the stadium dispersed, leaving only Xiaozhi and Si Wang, sitting in the middle of the empty seats, with glow sticks, drink bottles and snack bags at their feet.

Looking at the workers disassembling the lighting equipment on the stage, she leaned her head on his shoulder and said softly, "Hi! ”

"What do you want to say?"

"I-don't know."

He took off his coat and covered it on the knees of the twigs in the skirt: "Are you cold?" ”

"A little."

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths: "You know what? In five years, I will be forty years old. ”

"At that time, I was forty-seven years old."

She shook her head with a wry smile and reopened her eyes to look at the autumn night sky.

Late at night, ten o'clock.

The evening wind howled fiercely, and a dead leaf fell on her face.

Ouyang Xiaozhi bit the leaf into his mouth and chewed it raw: "When you are in a hurry to bow your head and hurry, don't forget to look up at the starry sky." ”

He didn't react for a while, but she stood up and said, "Go home, Si Wang." ”