All dreams are based on a common premise, survival!

——— inscription

The night is as dark as ink.

Zhao Shanhe lay on a pile of haystacks, looking up at the starry sky.

A cigarette lit up, illuminating half of his face, and his eyes began to drift.

The smoke drifted in front of him, like a milky way, and the distant starry sky was like a huge blue curtain, and the shining stars seemed to be closer to him at this moment.

Zhao Shanhe had the illusion that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the stars.

And he did.

In the end, however, all he caught was a handful of air.

The milky way-like smoke had been blown away by the wind as his hand stretched out.

A cigarette went out, and he suddenly wanted to sing.

"I, I will work hard to make me worthy of you!"

Caressing the guitar in his arms, like caressing a girl with a heart in love, he pressed a chord at random, and he played and sang:

"You in autumn, gently drifting into my heart, but I wait for you every day to see you know who I am, although the winter is cold, as if I want you to see that you have been intoxicated, when you will find that I am always with you......"

"Jiaju's song, that's not how it is sung!"

At this time, a crisp sound came into Zhao Tianhe's ears, like a spring breeze caressing the earth, cool and moisturizing.

Suddenly, Tianhe's heart shook, and his heart, at this moment, seemed to be touched by something soft, like a light veil, like a white cloud, and like a stream through a misty jungle.

Shanhe suddenly got up, and his eyes lit up.

I saw a slender and slender figure walking into the small courtyard, as if walking into the light from the shadows.

She is very beautiful, not in her perfect figure, not in her delicate face, but in her intellectual elegance and generosity, especially those eyes, like the stars in the sky, vast and profound.

Eyes intersected, and from those bright eyes, Shanhe saw that it was just a fog, however, he himself had a feeling of being taken off cleanly, and at a glance, he was seen through by that person.

For a while, he couldn't say a word, looking at the shadow, approaching step by step.

Jiang Ruoxue chuckled, without the slightest sense of strangeness, and sat down directly beside Zhao Tianhe, and said, "This piano is good, Martin, now the piano store will sell for tens of thousands!" ”

When Zhao Shanhe heard the sound, his heart was shocked again.

He didn't expect it to be so expensive.

"A big brother sent it to me!" Shanhe said.

"Oh?" A scene flashed through Ruoxue's mind.

That person, also carrying a guitar on his back, walked on the vast ice field, and the most stark contrast to the long footprint was the acoustic guitar on his back.

"I don't know who he is!" Shanhe shook his head, "It's been seven or eight years, everything is blurred, I only remember his back, he said to me at the time, I hope that one day, I am worthy of this piano!" ”

"Actually, you play well and sing well, but something is missing!"

Ruoxue looked at Shanhe and smiled, "Can you let me try?" ”

"Good!" Without hesitation, Shanhe handed over the guitar to Ruoxue.

"Qin, it should be played like this, you don't have to imitate anyone, you have to feel her emotions with your heart, the song has emotions, the piano also has emotions, you have no problem singing and playing this song, but when I heard it, it was like a resentful woman facing life and death, Jiaju's song has never had such a feeling, this one, there is a parting sentimentality, but it is very light, there is no such complaining as you!"

Ruoxue said, changed the key, and swept the strings with her slender hand.

She sang softly: "Sad you, put aside everything where you want to go, and your sincere love has long changed Menglei, but unfortunately my heart has unconsciously lost ground, and I can't deliberately love anyone on this day...... Looking back at how many dreams and smiles there are every day, looking back at how many are left in each day...... But how to start living ......"

For a while, Zhao Shanhe was stupid, looking at the woman next to him who appeared out of nowhere, listening to her singing, he felt that he was bathed in the spring breeze.

Ruoxue put down her guitar and asked softly, "How?" Does it feel different? ”

"Good, good!" Shanhe muttered, subconsciously, and took out a cigarette.

Ruoxue frowned, but did not stop it immediately, but only moved slightly and left the haystack.

At this time, Zhao Shanhe finally reacted, put away the cigarette, and said, "I'm sorry! ”

"You're not afraid to set fire to the haystack and burn the house down if you're not careful?" Ruoxue said, "I don't exclude others from smoking, but at this age, it looks nondescript!" ”

"Like this handful of hair on my head?" Shanhe said, "I just want to be different from others!" ”

"Nothing different!" Ruoxue shook her head, "Men smoke, dye their hair, dress up like girls, and wear jewelry, just to attract attention, feel superior and different, the more you want to be different, the more ...... you see"

"Vulgar, right?" Shanhe raised his head and said, "Teacher Jiang must hate me very much!" ”

"Not really! Otherwise I wouldn't have been running twice in one day! Ruoxue said.

She knew that this young man was calm and composed, and she was afraid that when she first appeared, she had already guessed who she was, and she was not surprised at all.

"In this world, there is no distinction between vulgarity and elegance, and the people who distinguish between these two things are the vulgar people in their own mouths, but they think they are elegant!" "If you want to be different, or stand out, you need to see how you do it, not by being unconventional to sensationalize!" ”

Mountains and rivers are silent.

Ruoxue said no more, and she sat down on the doorstep, her chin propped up, and looked at the outline of the distant mountains.

In a trance, she seemed to see a blurred face again.

"It's beautiful!" Wakayuki whispered.

"If you grew up here, you wouldn't feel it!" Shanhe said.

"Hmmm! Reasonable! Ruoxue nodded, she knew that the mountains and rivers meant something.

"What do you think those mountains look like?" Ruoxue asked.

"Like what?" The mountains and rivers groaned for a long time, and said, "Like a giant lying and sleeping, bound by iron chains, unable to move, unable to get up, stronger than St. Peter's chains!" ”

"You!" Ruoxue was taken aback.

"Teacher, I know why you are here, I know that you are for my good, for the good of the children of Shibazhai, and I also know that I have done wrong, but what can I do?"

Without waiting for Ruoxue to open her mouth, Shanhe continued, "Aren't the people of our eighteen villages just like the bound giants, unable to move? And the chains are stronger than those that bind the giants, and do you know what these invisible chains are? Closed-mindedness, poverty, prejudice...... It's too much, too much, but what can I do? The big brother who gave me the guitar told me to be brave, break free from the shackles, and walk out of the mountains, I also wanted to, but I still have a grandmother in her seventies, if I don't do it, what will I eat? If I don't take care of her, who will? ”

Ruoxue was shocked in her heart, this young man was really unusual.

She couldn't help but think of the peerless talent in Xiangxi, Ye Qiumeng's words: Weakness is the source of all evil.

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