Memories of the year 230

Since I got home, I've been sitting on the balcony with my guitar in my hand, looking through the big brown floor-to-ceiling glass windows at the row of plane trees downstairs. In summer, the sycamore trees grow lush and green, and the sun shines on the green leaves, exuding a tender and sweet glow. I've seen these rays on the boulevards of college campuses and by the pond in front of my rental house, but no matter how time changes, these rays are eternal.

In fact, I didn't eat a single thing or play a note all afternoon, but sat stupidly with this beautifully made lyre, holding it as if I were holding my lover, as if I were talking to a lover, as if I had something to say.

It wasn't until my wife Chen Yan picked up her son and returned home that I woke up completely. Chen Yan said while taking off her shoes: "Husband, come and help, I bought a lot of vegetables and helped me take them to the kitchen." ”

I stepped forward, I didn't know that I was still holding the guitar, and walked up to Chen Yan, she shouted: "Husband, what are you doing, where did you get this guitar?"

Startled, as if I had just woken up from a dream, I looked at the guitar and said unnaturally, "I just bought it." ”

The son also looked at the guitar and said, "Dad, you can play the guitar?" Pretty cool. ”

"Well, Dad will only play two or three songs, fooling people."

I saw my son stretching out his hand to play with the guitar, so I gave him the guitar and said, "This guitar is very expensive, you should be careful." ”

After I brought the dishes into the kitchen, Chen Yan also followed into the kitchen and said, "What's wrong with you, husband?" What do you do when you suddenly buy a guitar? I've never heard you play the guitar to me before. ”

I scratched my scalp in a daze and didn't know how to explain it, so I couldn't tell her that your husband had learned it through time and space.

Then she asked suspiciously: "Husband, you didn't get off work so early before, how could you ------ you didn't go to work today, right?"

The son shouted outside the kitchen: "Dad is lazy and doesn't go to work, be careful of being fired by the boss." ”

I hesitated and said, "Who said I didn't go to work, it's just that there is nothing to do in the company today, and I just went home early." ”

"By the way, wife, don't you want to listen to my guitar, I'll play it for you now, I can really play it twice." I changed the subject in time.

"Whatever you play, you'll play cotton, right?"

"No, come on, listen to me play a nice tune."

I dragged Chen Yan to the balcony and snatched the guitar back from my son.

"I haven't played yet." The son protested. He was still like that, his eyebrows shrugged and his long eyelashes twitched slightly, showing his displeasure.

"I'll let you play when Daddy finishes playing." I said to him gently.

"Okay, you're going to have a family concert?" Chen Yan said with a smile.

"Wife, do you know how to play the guzheng?"

I suddenly asked Chen Yan, and for a moment I remembered the "wife" who could play the guzheng in the teahouse on Qingchun Road.

Chen Yan said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, when will I be able to play the guzheng?"

I was speechless, smiled embarrassedly, sat down on a chair on the balcony, and began to play the green sleeve.

Chen Yuyang is right, I really learned to play the guitar, I really couldn't play the guitar before I was born, I couldn't play a single accurate note, but now I play the green sleeves in its entirety, like a guitarist who has been training for months.

If it was really just a dream back in 1990, who could learn to play the guitar overnight in a dream?

This is not a dream, this is a real thing, I can only say this to myself, although for Chen Yan, for the people of this time and space, it is just a night time.

Chen Yan was surprised to see that I had really finished playing this piece, shook her head and said, "It's so strange, husband, you really know how to play, and you play it very well." ”

She frowned and said, "This song is just too sad." ”

"What do you mean by sadness?" The son asked.

"Children don't understand, do your homework!" Chen Yan glared at her son, "Finish your homework and eat." ”

The son pouted and ran back to his room, saying, "The family is autocratic." ”

I looked at my son's back and smiled.

Husband, Chen Yan gently leaned into my arms and whispered: "You are really weird today, but I didn't expect you to play the guitar so well, and you will play it to me every day in the future." ”

"But that's all I'm going to do."

"Then let's learn again."

"Where do you go to school?"

"Isn't there a training class for piano shops, let me tell you, next time you go to learn guitar, I'll go learn guzheng."

I covered her mouth and said, "Don't learn any guzheng, don't mention it again, it's fine." ”

"What?" Chen Yan looked at me inexplicably.

"I mean, that's good, so be it, just play two or three guitars."

I sighed, but my tone was filled with indifferent sadness.

After eating, I quietly sat alone under the bright desk lamp, looked out the window at the gloomy sky, and turned on my laptop.

I don't know what I'm doing, I just put my fingers on the computer keyboard and they start moving on their own.

In fact, before I knew it, I had written down this absurd experience of my rebirth on my computer.

I'm writing about my past, or rather, another part of my past, or another me past, whatever it is, in short, I'm writing mechanically and intuitively like an uncontrolled machine, tapping on the keyboard.

After a long time, I realized that Chen Yan was looking at me and standing beside me.

I suddenly wanted to cry, I was so vulnerable.

I looked out the window again, through the screen window, in the street lights outside the window, as if I saw Zhou Xu playing the guitar, seeing the old man pretending to unsign, seeing Li Shusheng sighing and returning the gambling contract to me, seeing Li Yun quietly reading on the edge of the bed in the rental room, Cai Xiaohong sorting out the disorganized books and periodicals under the small tin eaves of Wenxin Library, Du Qing getting drunk under the lights of Shengzhou, Chen Hong listening to the sad Yue Opera in the pavilion of the street garden, Han Meiling riding a bicycle quickly on the road in the community, And Zhao Xiaoxuan is writing earnestly on the postcard: When we meet again in ten years, will you still remember me?

More than a decade later, I certainly remember all this.

Finally, I saw Bao Lina, dressed in a white dress like an angel, standing in the hazy moonlight outside the window, leaning down and gently leaving a deep kiss on my forehead.

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