To be honest, Su Changqing hasn't touched an erhu for a long time. Even its voice felt a little unfamiliar, and the rosewood was slightly cold, passing through its fingertips and then to its whole body.

When the erhu was pulled out, there was no piano bag, so he bowed the string and played the piano. It's raining again, so when Su Changqing took the erhu, he wrapped it tightly with a thick coat.

Because of the experience of the previous car last time, Su Changqing now consciously uses a tricycle whenever it rains, instead of using light work. He was afraid that what would happen if he accidentally got a fever or fell off a branch again.

Speaking of which, until now, Su Changqing still didn't know who saved him when he had a fever before. After all, he was so burned at the time that he almost died. He didn't think he could get through it.

After thinking about it for a while, Su Changqing felt that it was probably not done by someone he knew. After all, if you know, how can you say the last sentence. But now that so many days have passed, no one has mentioned such a sentence to himself, so it can be seen that he probably didn't know the one who saved him, or the other party thought it was just a trivial matter, and there was no need to mention it again.

Riding a tricycle to the factory, Xu Changsheng, who is now on the day shift, has not yet gotten off work, and is smoking a cigarette at this time, looking at the rain outside the window with a confused look.

Su Changqing got off the tricycle with the erhu, walked to the guard room and knocked on the door, the door was not locked, Su Changqing opened the door and walked in.

The house was smoky and smelled a little choking.

In order to disperse the smell in the house, Su Changqing did not close the door, but opened the door wide, intending to disperse the smell.

Xu Changsheng had already come back to his senses when he heard the knock on the door, and when he knew that someone had come in, he casually pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and extinguished it.

"Uncle, you've been here so early lately. ”

Xu Changsheng sighed.

"yes. ”

Because these days, life is unexpectedly peaceful, there are no ghosts disturbing at night, and no big or small things happen in the morning. Therefore, the days are a little boring, and the weekdays are just reading books to pass the time. As for the system task, Su Changqing still has no clue.

Let's talk about this factory. These days, he ran inside every night and every day, except for the first day, when a ghost came out to scare him, and now there is no ghost. It's not that there are really no ghosts, but he can feel that there are ghosts around him, but they don't come out. Even when Su Changqing called them, they didn't hear them, and they didn't have a figure.

Later, he wanted to start with the factory's past, but he asked the relatives of the factory owner who had worked the day shift here for many years and the people who had lived here for many years. I still don't know what happened to this factory in the past. And what he said was similar to what Xu Changsheng said to him before, and there was nothing strange about anything else.

Su Changqing doesn't know how to catch ghosts, and he can't just say to the factory owner Xu: Factory owner, you have ghosts here, I will help you catch ghosts.

Isn't this harmful! I can't do such a thing after living for so long. Maybe the ghost didn't catch it then, but pulled himself in.

Whether it is said that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, or that he knows the times as a handsome man, probably his only courage is to become a soldier.

Obviously, he was so cowardly before, but in the face of real national hatred, he unexpectedly had courage.

Now, it's really different from the past.

Su Changqing sighed inexplicably.

found a chair to sit down, Su Changqing found a comfortable position to lean on, put his back on the back of the chair, and then lifted the piece of clothes in his arms.

"Uncle, do you know erhu?"

Xu Changsheng looked at the erhu in his clothes, and his voice was a little surprised.

"I can't tell. Su Changqing smiled, touched the barrel of the erhu, and his voice was in a trance for a moment, "It's just that I learned a little bit before." ”

Xu Changsheng smiled, revealing his yellowed teeth, "Can you play a song?"

"Yes. Su Changqing also smiled and said, "It's just that it's not good." ”

The other party didn't speak, just smiled at him.

Su Changqing's father knew erhu and had taught him before. My father in my memory always played the piano under the tree outside the courtyard.

The sound of the piano is long and lingering, floating like a light cloud.

Mother is a down-and-out woman with a gentle personality like water, and she always plays the flute with her father's erhu.

He sat behind them in a chair and watched as the autumn wind drove the leaves to his mother's head.

After listening to the song, the father took the leaf off the top of the mother's head.

I once thought that my life might have passed like this, but once the war broke and the family was broken, he also became a soldier.

Removing the bow from the string, the bow hair against the string, Su Changqing played the first syllable after many years.

"Squeak-"

The sound is not good, it seems to have the jerkiness of a beginner.

Su Changqing was interrupted by this voice and suddenly woke up from his memories.

"Uncle?"

Xu Changsheng's tone was slightly probing.

"Aren't you pulling?"

"Pull, pull, pull......" Su Changqing responded to Xu Changsheng's words, adjusted his thoughts, and pulled up again.

He played Liang Zhu, and it was also the first song his father taught him.

He didn't play it well, and the piano stumbled, like a newborn baby, groping and cautious.

It's just that memory has always existed in people's minds, and sometimes the memories that we can't remember are not gone, but just forgotten.

Those days were too beautiful compared to the after, and the touch between the bow and the strings gradually reminded him of the days when he was learning the piano.

......

"Evergreen, slow down. ”

When he was young, he meticulously pulled the erhu, his hands were clenched tightly, his palms were slightly sweaty, and his eyes were staring intently at the erhu in his hands.

Hearing his father's words, he didn't speak, just pursed his lips and pulled without saying a word, but the speed became gentle and long.

The father closed his eyes slightly, listening carefully to the sound that belonged to him.

"Here the syllables are raised. ”

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it falls all over the autumn mountains. Only the corners of his forehead were beads of sweat with nervousness.

......

As if he had a pen, his arm waved unconsciously, and the sound of the piano was poignant, like a cicada crying.

The original jerky technique gradually became skillful, although it was still immature, but it seemed to carry the emotions of the owner of the violin.

It's not love, but it's better than love.

Liang Zhu describes a poignant love, but what Su Changqing thinks about is the simple and happy days when he and his parents who have not passed away.

So the tune seems to have changed its tune a bit.

"20% of the immersive effect has been triggered. ”

In my mind, the system whispered.

......

In the distance, a middle-aged man in black stood quietly under a tree.

The leaves swirled and landed on his shoulders, and then slipped down quietly.

He looked in the direction of Su Changqing, but there was a hint of emptiness in his eyes.

It looks like an acquaintance.

For this old man who had a weak and righteous spirit at first sight, the middle-aged man in black still remembers it vividly.

Although the technique of playing the violin is deficient, the emotions that can be expressed in it are overflowing.

It's just, such a day...... When will it get to the end?

The middle-aged man sighed faintly, turned around and left, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.