Yang Rushui guessed that this should be some diary or something, the girl put her beloved things and secrets in a box and hid them under the tree, and waited until one day this secret was dug up again and rediscovered, in order to remember her lost youth......

Tang Hong touched the harmonica, the outside of the iron box was already a little rusty, and he didn't know how the harmonica was. After twisting the keychain with his slender fingers, he found that it felt good to the touch, and it should not have rusted yet, so he put the harmonica in his pocket and planned to take it away, and after doing this, Tang Hong finally turned his gaze like the stack of paper.

"What's written in there?" Yang Rushui has been paying attention to all this, his eyes are motionless looking at the box, he is quite curious, he just doesn't know if Tang Hong is willing to share it with him, and he asked only when he saw that Tang Hong didn't move for a long time.

"Actually, there's nothing in it, it's just some song sheets." Tang Hong handed the iron box in her hand to Yang Rushui, she saw that the other party's eyes seemed to want to see it, so she generously moved the thing in front of the other party, anyway, it was not an unsightly thing, so it would not be hidden.

Yang Rushui took out a few pieces of paper of different colors from the box, opened one of the papers, and found that it was a sheet music drawn with a black pen, and there was quite a lot of content on it, with dense handwriting, including staves, guitar tabs, and even crooked lyrics.

Tang Hong also took out a piece of paper, opened it with both hands along the crease, looked at it quietly for a few seconds, and sneered: "This is a song I wrote by myself before, I was young at that time, I didn't understand anything, I didn't understand music theory, and the lyrics didn't make sense, but I just liked it very much, and I saved a lot of it and finally put it here." ”

"Before I left school, I put these things in boxes and hid them in the hollows of the trees and I thought maybe this thing would ...... That is, my masterpiece will be discovered by someone who is destined to do so. She sighed as she spoke, looking at the ink marks on the paper, there was a little more nostalgia in her eyes, this melancholy look, Yang Rushui even suspected that if there was a cigarette, the other party would light it.

Yang Rushui didn't know why the other party looked so sad, all he could do was to look at the score in front of him intently, and was surprised to find that it was full of cynical things, full of rebellion. But soon he figured out the trick, this kind of lyrics are indeed in line with the author's age at the time, but although the content in it is clumsy, it is not without bright spots.

Although Tang Hong's works are a little immature, they are full of spirituality, Yang Rushui commented while reading the music in his heart. There are many people who can play the piano and sing, but there are very few people who can compose, and even fewer people can compose good tunes.

"Have you been through something that has happened? Why do I find your music full of sadness? Yang Rushui pondered and said, he noticed that although the style of these songs was very rebellious, he didn't know why there was a very strong negative emotion inexplicably, like someone was screaming, someone was shouting, which made people feel irritable.

"Huh? You can see that, too. Tang Hong touched his chin. Quickly snatched the song sheet from Yang Rushui's hands, folded them one by one, put them in the iron box, and hid the iron box behind him, looking at Yang Rushui cautiously and vigilantly

Be careful not to let the other person look at it again.

Yang Rushui was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss. The girl snorted out laughing, waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, you don't have to be nervous, you guessed right, something did happen to my family at that time, and then I finally had to leave Gaoyang High School for some reasons, I thought I was actually quite heartless, but I didn't expect the real psychological state to be seen by you back then." ”

"Whereever, it's good if you can come out, I think you're really talented in composing, are you still persevering?" Yang Rushui asked with a smile, skipping the question just now. He noticed that although Tang Hong looked indifferent, he shouldn't want to bring up the old things again.

"Well, of course, a lot of good tunes have been written." Tang Hong said proudly. As she spoke, she put the red iron box in her backpack, put the piano bag behind her back and said to Yang Rushui, "What are you doing here?" Why not move on to the previous thing? ”

The sun had set in the west, and fiery red clouds had drifted in the sky, echoing the yellowing of the sycamore leaves. It's not too early, if she stays any longer, it's going to be dark, Tang Hong has to remind the people around her about this, and she is also curious about what Yang Jinshui is doing here?

Yang Rushui quickly reacted, he originally came here to play the piano, why did he forget about it, so he patronized and paid attention to the guitar girl next to him, and even forgot the purpose of his visit. So he looked for his direction in frustration, continued to go deep into the woods, and noticed that Tang Hongtou, who was still following him, did not look back.

"It's so late, aren't you going back? Although the bus doesn't stop until after 9 o'clock, I didn't bring a flashlight, so you probably didn't bring it either. Tang Hong saw that Yang Rushui had been walking deep into the forest and reminded. The way they get along now is like that kind of friend mode, the nature of both parties is almost exposed, and there is no kind of holding it.

"It's okay, it's still too late, we'll leave before dark." Yang Rushui glanced back at Tang Hong, who was stubbornly following behind him. "I came here to find inspiration, the environment here is quiet, the key is quiet, it's good to come here to play the piano." Yang Rushui went to those old men in the park, although it is not bad to play the piano indoors, and he should stay in the house to blow the air conditioner in the summer, but Yang Rushui still prefers to play musical instruments in the natural environment, which is more convenient for him to feel the aura of heaven and earth.

The saying that the aura of heaven and earth is actually quite mysterious, in short, Yang Rushui likes to practice the piano in a natural environment, such as in the pavilion in the park before, but those uncles are too enthusiastic, and there are many people in the park, so he found such a place, and he wanted to relax and play the piano, only when there is no one, can he really relax wholeheartedly.

Playing as if no one else is a realm, but only when there is really no one around, that is the real relaxation and comfort. Yang Rushui smiled and pinched a sycamore leaf that fell in front of him with his fingers, and said to Tang Hong: "It's all here, I want to play a tune and go back." ”

A few birdsong echoed in the woods, and the quiet woods seemed to welcome guests with a gust of wind, and the sycamore leaves on the trees were overwhelmed and fell with the wind. The wind was blowing Yang Rushui, Tang Hong looked at the posthumous and independent man in front of him, and felt that he was

A fairy, or has lived all these years and lived ...... Governor.

Yang Rushui found a rock, this rock has a smooth surface, sits on the side of a river that is not more than ankle shallow on the way, and there is no moss, which is especially suitable for sitting. So Tang Hong watched Yang Rushui climb the stone with the zither in his arms, and he looked a little struggling with his hands and feet, and couldn't help but sweat for him.

"What tune are you going to play?" Tang Hong asked. She was now standing not far from Yang Rushui, rubbing her palms together with her hands, looking looking forward to it. Maybe she was tired of walking, and the guitar behind her was taken off by her and placed next to the rock where Yang Rushui was sitting.

Yang Rushui groaned for a while, and asked the other party rhetorically: "Don't you play it?" You must have a guitar in your bag, and I want to hear you play those tunes. He didn't know why he suddenly lost interest, but wanted to hear the other person play the guitar.

"Huh? Looks like you're still interested! Tang Hong said a little narcissistically. But no, although I also want to be beautiful...... Although I want to make a song for our friendship, I have an electric guitar in my bag, so ......" Tang Hong rubbed his head, and in order to prove the authenticity of his words, he also unzipped the package to press into the water to look at his guitar.

Yang Rushui Nunu mouthed, put his hand on the strings, played the first note of the night, and then the other hand immediately pressed the strings, and the freshness stopped. The sound of the guzheng is different from the guitar, and Tang Hong, who didn't see that the other party's mood was wrong, felt like this.

"Ahem, please stay away, I want to play myself for a while." Yang Rushui said reservedly. "You don't want to see me?" Tang Hong said a little sadly. "No, I'd rather be alone for a while." Yang Rushui coughed and said. Tang Hong was a little helpless now, it seems that some people are indeed like this, and they don't like to be listened to by others.

So Tang Hong had no choice but to discuss and say, "Then I'll go and stand in the back?" I'm standing right behind that tree, and I promise you can't see me, you can't hear my breathing, and I want to hear you play. After speaking, he pointed to a plane tree about thirty meters away behind Yang Rushui. Yang Rushui nodded, thinking that this would be fine, as long as he didn't let himself see him.

After Tang Hong left, a few seconds after the university, she heard the sound of a guzheng behind her. She hadn't reached her destination yet, although Tang Hong was speechless, she didn't make any extra movements, she still honestly walked to the tree agreed before, and then squatted under the tree, listening to the sound of the piano constantly floating in from a distance.

Yang Rushui played the phoenix, which had no other meaning, but because there were plane trees everywhere, he naturally thought of this guqin song that had been passed down for a long time. This song is so famous, there should be no one who hasn't heard it, right? Yang Rushui thought.

And at this time, Tang Hong listened to scratching his ears and cheeks. She really didn't know what this piece was, she just felt that the music was intermittent, quiet and hypnotic, and she didn't know what it was expressing. Tang Hong is such a cool person, he likes rock and roll heavy metal, and he originally thought that he should have a little bit of music cells, but he didn't expect to feel sluggish when he heard this music.

"Moham! Is this the legendary sound of beauty? This is the reason Tang Hong found for her discomfort.

A good husband is a late bloomer