Liu Qingyuan was lying on the bed at home with his arms on his pillow, although it was just a broken wooden board on a few bricks, but it finally gave him a place to live. Like Ling'er, he was an orphan, and his family died when he was very young, and according to the elders in the village, he was born with cancer. This made him a little less worried at this time, and he could walk more chicly.

"Ahem." The pain in his lungs is getting worse and worse, smoking hurts, and it hurts if he doesn't smoke, Liu Qingyuan still lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke, in the swirling smoke, he remembered the teenager who was bent on forming a band, "Ling'er, his kind of sworn appearance of not forming a band is very similar to us before." But he was much richer than we used to be, and he lived in a big villa at a young age. What do you say rich people play music charts? You don't know? I don't know. ”

"And that little girl, who sings so well, is very similar to you, but not as beautiful as you. She's probably the most talented in the band. But she looks too simple, so it's better not to make her debut. It would have been nice if we hadn't made our debut and had been living here. At the very least, I can still sing and play the drums freely. If you're here, I'll quit smoking. ”

"But how can there be so many ifs in this world." Liu Qingyuan's mind fell into reverie again, and in a trance, he heard the sound of the old wooden door being knocked, and he was unhappy to pay attention to it, "Ling'er, don't make trouble, I'm a little tired." ”

"Uncle!" A crowd rushed in, scaring him to his deathbed.

"It's you!" He stood up, rubbed his eyes, and readjusted to the light coming in from the door that had not been opened in a long time, and the little children had come to the door.

"Uncle! We want to see you. Lin Zhiyi also took the lead in saying that on the way here, he heard Zeppelin tell the story of him and the female lead singer of the Tumbling Band all the way, and they guessed that the uncle's regret might be related to the lead singer named Qu Ling. But it was said on the Internet that Qu Ling had depression and passed away. So how can they help the uncle, they didn't come up with any good solutions, but the road came to an end.

"I have something to see, you might as well rehearse well if you have time." Liu Qingyuan just wanted to send these little children away quickly, so that they could lie quietly. They scared Ling'er away.

"Master!" Zeppelin suddenly fell to his knees, and his second illness was committed again, "As long as you are willing to pass on to me what you have learned all your life, when you are dying in this world, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you." ”

Hearing these words, Liu Qingyuan just wanted to die immediately, but this rotten lung refused to let him go.

"Hurry up." Lin Zhiyi pulled up Zeppelin, "Uncle, we didn't mean that, saying that you were dying." ”

"No, no!" Lin Zhiyi hurriedly changed his words, "What we mean is that you don't have much time in this world. Phew. Lin Zhiyi became darker and darker, and looked at Zeppelin who refused to stand up in annoyance, "What kind of head do you say you are driving?" ”

"That's enough, I know, you're here to send me to the end." The uncle clutched his chest and said bitterly.

Qian Wenwen, who was quick to see, saw a pile of medicines on the table next to her, and she found painkillers from them. She wanted to pour water from a cup for her uncle to drink, but found that the kettle was empty. "Zeppelin, you go and boil some water for Uncle."

"Okay." Hearing that the goddess called him, he didn't need others to pull him, so he immediately stood up and went to find an electric kettle. But where did the electric kettle come from in this wilderness.

"Use this." Yuan Shanshan found a pot with a blackened bottom and a coal stove in the courtyard behind, and picked up dry branches from under the tree, broke them and put them inside. Draw a match and throw it inside, and the stove will be surrounded by fire for a while, then fill the pot with water, put it on the coal stove, and wait quietly for the water to boil.

"Wow! You'll even use this! Zeppelin gave a thumbs up.

"Haha, I'm from the countryside, of course I will use pull." Yuan Shanshan was a little proud.

Qian Wenwen was not to be left behind, picked up the basin and poured it full of water, soaked the rag and began to wipe the table, chair, and bed for the uncle, not caring at all that the sewage was stained with her newly bought windbreaker, "I'll help you!" Lin Zhiyi wiped the front window that Qian Wenwen couldn't reach, and when the cloth went down, the black window turned transparent, "I just thought that this black glass was specially bought to prevent peeping?" ”

"Haha!" Qian Wenwen was amused by Lin Zhiyi.

"You ...... Stop! Liu Qingyuan used his last strength to stop these little children from messing around in his house, but the sound was too small and was directly ignored by them. In the end, he simply gave up the struggle and lit a cigarette on the bed.

Before the flame burned, it was extinguished by Qian Wenwen, who was idle, "Uncle! Smoking is bad for your health! Eat this apple! ”

The box of apples was sent by the village director when he visited the poor households, and it has been left in the corner of the wall and has not been touched. Fortunately, it was cold and not bad. Qian Wenwen washed it, peeled it, cut it into pieces, put it in a bowl and handed it to her uncle.

"I don't eat it!" Liu Qingyuan stubbornly lay back on the bed. But I couldn't bear it for a while, but I couldn't bear the loneliness in my mouth, and I secretly tasted a piece of apple, because it had been left for a little longer, it was a little crispy, but the sweetness was stronger. It's so delicious, the taste buds that have been ruled by the bitter smoke for a long time finally taste a hint of sweetness, how can you stop there, one piece after another, and after a while, a plate of apples will be eaten.

Liu Qingyuan was embarrassed to ask for more, even if he was a dying person, he still wanted face.

He turned around, and his originally dim home was suddenly brightened by the cleaning of a few imps. In the sun, you can see dust flying in the air.

"Give." Yuan Shanshan brought a glass of warm boiled water, "I let it sit for a while, and it's not hot." It's ready to drink. ”

"It's painkillers." Qian Wenwen also brought the pills, those that Liu Qingyuan gave him when he was in the hospital, the doctor stuffed them, they couldn't save his life but could make him better, it was an older doctor, and he usually looked serious, but he bought these medicines for Liu Qingyuan at his own expense.

Liu Qingyuan swallowed the pill with warm water, and his mind was dizzy. After lying in bed for a while, he suddenly felt that the cancer cells in his lungs were gone, and he had a healthy lung. However, he also understands that it is just an illusion created by the drug paralyzing the brain.

"Ling'er, I want to hear you sing."

Yuan Shanshan heard him muttering like this, and she asked Lin Zhiyi, "Can you find the songs of the previous uncle's band?" ”

"Wait." Lin Zhiyi flipped out his mobile phone, the signal in the village was not good, and he ran back and forth inside and outside the house several times before downloading the masterpiece "Like Dust" by the tumbling band. He sent the song via Bluetooth to his phone, which now belongs to Yuan Shanshan.

Yuan Shanshan turned on the player, and Qu Ling's beautiful singing voice like a nightingale seemed to have passed through life and death and years to this room. After listening to it once, she sang to the music on her phone:

I am a dust,

At the beginning of time,

already exists.

I have freedom,

I have life,

Fly freely in the universe.

Until I met you,

I lost everything,

But I also learned love.

This is the first song Liu Qingyuan wrote to Qu Ling, which is very bland and does not use a few chords. But he thought about the lyrics for a long time, and reached the highest level that only he could achieve with nine years of compulsory education.

"Ling'er." He stopped the sadness that welled up in his heart, and he couldn't be embarrassed in front of these little boys. "Stop singing. It's getting dark, so go back. ”

"But you haven't told us what you want?" Zeppelin anxiously asked, "Master, please tell me what I have to do to become a world-class guitarist!" ”

"I'm a drummer, how do I know?" This kid named Zeppelin plays the guitar well and can hold up SOLO, but this person is so annoying, "If you want to ask, ask Tang Feng!" ”

"Is it Tang Feng, the lead guitarist of the Tumbling Band?" Tang Feng is a name that only exists in history like Liu Qingyuan, "Soon after you left the band, he also retired from the entertainment industry. "There isn't much information about Tang Feng on the Cape Forum, he is an extremely low-key person.

"Really?" After Qu Ling's death, Liu Qingyuan was no longer able to care about others, even if he was once the best brother, he had no contact. On the day he left the band, Tang Feng saw him off, and the two drank a lot of wine with cigarettes. Tang Feng asked him what else he knew about Qu Ling's death. Liu Qingyuan didn't say a word, he didn't dare. The only way to drink is to drink hard.

Tang Feng said that he used to like Qu Ling too. But he saw that Qu Ling only had Liu Qingyuan in his eyes when he sang. Tang Feng also said that he went back to his hometown to find a girl, gentle and considerate, and would cook good dishes, without Qu Ling and Liu Qingyuan's band, what is the point of staying?

Liu Qingyuan, who was drunk, didn't listen to a word of these words. Maybe, because of this, Tang Feng dared to express his chest directly.

Liu Qingyuan got up, picked up the coat he casually threw on the chair, and took out a short and fat Nokia mobile phone, an item that belonged to the last century like him.

"Didi, Didi." He flipped through the address book, "You can remember this number, and if you have any questions, call it." ”

"What is this?"

"Tang Feng's call."

"It's been more than ten years, have you been in contact with him?"

"Nope."

"Is this call still working?"

"Probably. Why are you so verbose, do you want it or not? ”

"Yes!" Zeppelin replied categorically. He took out a ballpoint pen and notebook and carefully wrote down a string of numbers reported by Liu Qingyuan, and confirmed with him again and again, "Is this really Tang Feng's call?" ”

Annoyed, Liu Qingyuan wanted to tear up his notebook with his hands, "Listen, classmate." I only have one wish, that you don't bother me in the future, okay? ”

Hearing Liu Qingyuan say this, Zeppelin's heart was a little lost, and he stared at his little eyes and asked, "Uncle, am I really annoyed?" ”

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Liu Qingyuan softened again, after all, he was just a child, "It's not so annoying, it's just that there are too many problems." ”

"Uncle, it's getting dark today, and it may be difficult to get a taxi here. Let's go back first. Lin Zhi also relieved Zeppelin.

"Hurry up, I beg you not to come again."

As if they hadn't heard this, the little kids replied, "Uncle, we'll come back to see you when we're free!" ”

"Huh. That was not what I meant. ”

After Lin Zhiyi and the others left, only him and Ling'er were left in the house, and Ling'er covered her face and snickered on the side, "Haha, what a group of cute children." This was the first time she had happily mentioned the word child, as if she had let go of the burden in her heart.