It was a rare sunny day, and the sun swept through the haze for several days and sprinkled the entire capital. The sky was full of clouds and waves, like piles of snow lying in the air, while on the other side, the sun was shining brilliantly, like a warm rain-soaked world. People have stepped out of their homes to admire the green trees, green grass, feel the warm sunshine, listen to the birds singing on the willow branches, and taste the fresh air and cool wind. The three conservatory students were not as idle as passers-by, they had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery, sweating profusely carrying heavy suitcases, and carried their luggage to the 15th floor of the building step by step. When the door was opened, the three of them were stunned, the room was in a mess, confetti and paintbrushes were thrown on the dirty floor, the walls were painted with all kinds of dyes, and a tall, long-haired boy with a delicate face said, "Jingya, you see that this painter has left us a dirty and messy dwelling." He picked up a piece of paper and looked at it.

"This painter also belongs to the Van Gogh figure, and he is deranged in his paintings, Wang Qi, what are you looking at?" Jingya said.

"This painter dyed the sun black, and very few painters depict the sun in this color?" Wang Qi said that Jingya also came over and said: "The scenery in the painting is so depressing, I think this painter has a big shadow in his heart, and even the beautiful scenery is gray in his eyes." ”

"Don't look at it, we're cleaning." Another older boy said.

Wang Qi and Jingya put down the painting paper and walked over, pulled down the dusty curtains, and the room suddenly became smoky, but the curtains were not torn off. The older boy said, "Sweep the floor, and I'll pull the curtains." He climbed up the window and pulled the curtain off. Like children who have done something wrong, Wang Qi and Jingya get buckets and brushes from the kitchen to wash the walls. Wang Qi said: "Fu Haifeng, what should I do if the dye brush on the wall is not clean?" Fu Haifeng came over and brushed it twice, but he really couldn't brush it off. Wang Qi scolded: "This painter is really immoral, if he can't paint it himself, why should he destroy the wall?" He pulled out a knife and scraped it hard. Jingya made three hats out of newspaper, walked over, and said, "I won't paint it, why don't you change this wall into a mural?" ”

"Good idea." Wang Qi said.

"And what kind of painting is it to make?" Fu Haifeng asked.

"There are few windows here, why don't we open a window in this wall?"

"That's a good idea, but there's no dye?" Fu Haifeng said.

"Here it is." Wang Qi found half a jar of dye and a pot of bamboos in a corner. Fu Haifeng took the dye and began to gesture on the wall, Jingya seemed to be very interested in the pot of bamboo, and said: "This pot of bamboo, no one has watered it for a long time, but it is miraculously alive." Fu Haifeng was painting curtains on the wall, Wang Qi was carrying dyes, and Jingya was watering Wenzhu. Jingya said: "You look at this pot of bamboo, it looks like us. They turned around and saw that there were three bamboos, the leaves of which had absorbed water, making them look verdant and the trunks were in good spirits. Jing Ya pointed to the bamboo branch in the middle and said, "This represents Fu Haifeng, you are the core of our scarecrow band, and the bamboo on both sides is me and Wang Qi, we must water it regularly in the future, and we can't let it wither." Both boys laughed and went back to drawing.

After a busy afternoon, I finally cleaned the whole room. The three of them ate at a restaurant with their tired bodies, and when they returned to their living room, it was already dark. Wang Qi turned on the light, the room was still dark, he said: "What kind of broken light, why is it not lit?" Fu Haifeng opened the window and said, "The power is out, you see that the whole building is not lit." ”

"What a broken building, as soon as I moved up, there was no electricity, and I had to go downstairs to buy candles." Wang Qi was still angry.

"No, I have." Jingya took out a pack of candles from her bag and said.

"What should I do now, I still have to play at night." Wang Qi said that Fu Haifeng poured the easel on the ground, put a few candles on it, and then lit it, and the room suddenly lit up. Fu Haifeng said: "Look, this is not enough. ”

The three of them took out the instruments and began rehearsals, Wang Qi played the violin, Fu Haifeng played the guitar, and Jingya sang along with the melody of the music. Her voice was mellow and clear, sweet and delicate, like a breeze in a valley, whistling softly, like a lark on a branch, moaning gracefully, and like a flowing spring in a mountain stream, tinkling softly. Fu Haifeng and Wang Qi closed their eyes, and they also came to the jungle, where the birds were singing and the trees were fragrant, and there was a circular lake, the lake water was clear and bright, steaming with wisps of mist, and the mist gradually filled, and the whole jungle was shrouded in mist. The three of them walked to the lake, stepped on the verdant grass, and began to sing, the mist filling their bodies, their bodies as light as clouds, and the cicadas tirelessly beating. The clouds and mist followed their music and evaporated, the butterflies danced to the music, and the wind heard it, and it slowed down, became warm, and blew slowly. The branches stretched their arms and relaxed, the grass swayed to the rhythm, and the insects in the ground heard it, and they came out of the soil and squirmed their stiff bodies. The rhythm grew higher and higher, the flowers bloomed brightly, the clouds spread, the spring water flowed lively, and the whole jungle became moving, twisting their waists, stretching their arms, and shaking their heads. Gradually, the rhythm of the music became low, the breeze returned to normal, the butterflies rested on the flowers, the insects retracted into the soil, and the clouds slowly dispersed.

The call came, the room was filled with smoke, they blew out the candles, ran to the window, gasping for air. Wang Qi said: "I don't know when we have our own performance room, say goodbye to the dwelling. Fu Haifeng said with a smile: "There will be bread, and there will be a house, as long as we stick to our music dream." Jingya looked at the two persistent boys and smiled knowingly.

As the sun set, three people with guitars and violins on their backs walked into the subway line, where they installed brackets, spread out the scene, and began to play. Jingya played and added him, into the microphone, and began to sing: "I heard the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain year and month, I think I waited for me to look forward to it, but the future cannot be arranged like this." Cloudy, evening, outside the car window, there is a person waiting in the future, looking left, right, forward, love has to turn a few corners before coming. I met who would have what kind of dialogue, the person we were waiting for, how far into the future he was, I heard the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people, and I lined up with the number plate of love. I fly forward, fly across a sea of time, we are often hurt in love, I look at the road, the entrance to the dream is a little narrow, I met you is the most beautiful accident, one day my mystery will be solved. Her natural voice, coupled with innocent guitar sounds and lingering violin, quickly attracted the onlookers of passers-by. The boy put his hand on the girl's shoulder, the girl snuggled in the boy's arms, the child looked curiously, and the old man stopped, and they savored the music brought by the three people.

After the song, many people were still reluctant to leave, waiting for their next song, Jingya sang a folk song, and attracted a group of people, who frequently sent applause to the three of them, and beat along with the music. Before leaving, he did not forget to drop a few pieces of broken coins into the piano bag. At the end of the performance, Fu Haifeng counted the broken coins of the piano bag and said, "Today's income is quite good, let's go to the bar for a drink." Wang Qi and Jingya packed up their musical instruments and followed Fu Haifeng to a bar. Fu Haifeng asked for a few bottles of beer, and they drank one bottle each.

"How many years have we known each other?" Fu Haifeng said.

"It's been three years since the New Year was added to the Old Year." Wang Qi said.

"So fast, at that time, Wang Qi was deceived as soon as he entered the university campus, and he guarded the bicycle for him like a dumbfounded." Fu Haifeng said.

"Yes, the kid asked me if I had any change, I said no, he said, it's okay if there is no whole, his mother is sick and wants to call home. I took out a 100 yuan one, and he grabbed it, saying that he had called to find me. He was afraid that I would be suspicious, so he handed me the bicycle and said that he would come back later, but I waited until the sun went down, and the boy did not come back. I thought he had gone to see his mother. Haifeng came over and said that I had been deceived, and I woke up like a dream. But fortunately, there was still a bicycle, but when I stepped on it, I found out that the tire was broken, and I paid 100 yuan to buy a broken bicycle. Wang Qi said while drinking.

"A lot of the liars in this society just take advantage of people's sympathy."

"You see I'm a freshman and decided to buy this bike for 50 yuan, and I asked curiously, what are you doing with it? You said that you used it to play in the song hall, and I was excited when I heard it, and I also studied music, and then we became familiar with it, and you often took me to the bar and the song hall to play. ”

"I saw that you have a high talent for music, so I took you with me."

"If it weren't for this bicycle, we wouldn't have known Jingya, when you took me, you knocked over Jingya who was holding a book, Jingya scolded the two of us, you listen to her voice is very beautiful and mellow, very suitable for our lead singer. It took a lot of effort for both of us to convince her to be our lead singer. ”