Sunshine Otaku

Peng Xiaochuan returned home to continue his summer vacation, eating, sleeping, and exercising every day. The days passed quickly.After staying at home for a long time, his biological mother has become a stepmother. Now Peng Xiaochuan is basically in a state of being rejected every day.

He still slept until noon that day, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had dreamed of Yang Can again this time.In the dream, Yang Can was holding a guitar in her arms, playing brisk chords in her hands, sometimes lowering her head, sometimes raising her head and smiling at Peng Xiaochuan, the singing in her mouth was mesmerizing.After the song was over, Peng Xiaochuan immediately applauded excitedly, Yang Can just smiled indifferently, as if he was used to it, but there was a faint complacency in his expression.

It has been a long time since I heard Yang Can sing. Peng Xiaochuan buried his face in the pillow and recalled that the last time was at the closing ceremony of the club tour, Yang Can led the gray core to the finale.Although Peng Xiaochuan was also cheering with everyone in the audience at that time, what he missed the most was not such a public performance, but that Yang Can sang for him alone at home out of reward or comfort.

I remember that when we were still living together, Peng Xiaochuan learned guitar from Yang Can, and his fingertips always hurt because he had to press the strings. Later, calluses grew there, but now because he hasn't played the piano for a long time, the calluses have disappeared.He remembered that once he went to see Yang Can's left hand. Yang Can's fingers were long and slender, the nails were cut flat, and there were thick calluses on the fingertips from the index finger to the little finger, which felt hard and rough to the touch.Peng Xiaochuan closed his eyes and recalled the touch of Yang Can's fingertips, and his own fingers could not help but bend slightly, as if their fingertips were touching again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room, and my mother yelled outside: "Peng Xiaochuan, you still don't get up! It's almost 12:30, do you still have lunch?"

Peng Xiaochuan was so frightened that he almost rolled out of bed, and quickly got up and opened the door.

My mother is still thinking about him: "When I was on vacation, I became so lazy, I slept until noon every day, and I didn't eat breakfast, and my stomach would be ruined in the future." Seeing Peng Xiaochuan still looked sleepy, she was even more disgusted: " Quickly brush your teeth and wash your face, your eyes are full of gum, I get annoyed when I see you like this."

In this way, the rest of the summer vacation was spent. In the last few days, the results of CET-520 and CET-[-] were announced. Peng Xiaochuan checked online and found that his CET-[-] scored [-] points.He has never been very good at English, so he is already very satisfied with this result. His parents are also very happy when they know about it, and they finally have a good look at him for a few days.

Taking advantage of the lingering shadow of CET-[-] results, Peng Xiaochuan returned to school at the end of August to welcome his junior year.

Yang Can returned to school at the beginning of September. He still has one class left this semester, which is not very important.This semester, everyone is busy with internships, job hunting, and reviewing for postgraduate entrance examinations. The teacher is very considerate and does not impose strict requirements on class attendance, so only half of the classrooms are sparsely occupied every class.

Yang Can probably belongs to the group of students who are the most serious in class. He doesn't plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and he doesn't have to worry about job hunting. He has done an internship at the bank where his parents work for a month during the summer vacation and has completed the task. Therefore, he has become one of the senior students. The rare, stress-free lucky guy.Now it’s autumn recruitment, campus recruitment is in full swing, Yang Can also went to listen to a few presentations, and wanted to try to apply for a job, but he didn’t find a position that he liked, so he gave up .

Not long after, the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming. On this day, Peng Xiaochuan received another activity notice issued by the Youth Association. This time, he was going to organize volunteers to visit the elderly in nursing homes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Peng Xiaochuan took a closer look, and this time he was going to the nursing home last time. The scene of the old people singing "The Internationale" in unison at that time was still fresh in his memory, and the inexplicable applause rang for him. Every time Peng Xiaochuan thought of it, he felt It's funny, it just happened not long after school started, and he didn't plan to go home again for the long vacation, so he signed up with the team leader.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Peng Xiaochuan came to the nursing home with a group of the Youth Association. As soon as Luo Fu came, he went to talk to his old friends. Peng Xiaochuan also wanted to talk to the old Mr. Liu, but he didn't see him when he walked around. Finally, he sat next to a grandma Zhu and chatted with her.

In the evening, the students and the elderly made dumplings together. Grandma Zhu boasted while rolling out the dumpling wrappers: "You children are really sensible and can make dumplings. My grandson is about the same age as you and can't do anything at home. "

Peng Xiaochuan was delighted to be praised, but he still said modestly: "Your grandson must have other advantages."

"Yes, he looks much better than you."

"Oh."

After making the dumplings, the chef in the kitchen cooked the dumplings in batches. Peng Xiaochuan still didn't see Uncle Liu while eating the dumplings, so he asked Grandma Zhu next to him: "Did you know Uncle Liu here before? Is he not here?" Live here?"

Grandma Zhu swallowed a dumpling, smacked her lips, and asked, "You mean Old Liu? Is he tall, with a loud voice, and a pair of squinted eyes?"

Peng Xiaochuan thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "Yes, yes, that is Uncle Liu. Last time we came here to express condolences, he also led everyone to sing "The Internationale" together."

Grandma Zhu stuffed another dumpling into her mouth, chewed and said, "He, it's gone."

Peng Xiaochuan was startled, and seemed to understand, but he still asked: "What's missing?"

Grandma Zhu said: "What else can it be? He's gone. In July, one night when he was taking a bath, he had a cerebral hemorrhage. Lao Liao, who was sleeping with him, saw that he hadn't come out for a long time. He went in and found that he was lying on the ground. Lao Liao hurriedly called 120 to send Lao Liu to the hospital, but Lao Liu stayed in the ICU for three days, but he was not rescued, and he died on the fourth day, and a few of us went to the funeral."

Peng Xiaochuan remembered the way Uncle Liu sang loudly at the beginning, his face was flushed, and he was vigorously posing with one hand holding the sky. He refused to believe that he passed away so suddenly: "How could it be? Last time someone else It’s still fine, my body is strong, and I speak and sing with so much energy, why did I just leave as soon as I said it.”

Grandma Zhu was not surprised and said: "It's like this when people are old, and they may leave someday. Old Liu is not bad, he walked quickly and didn't struggle for too long. If he can only lie on the hospital bed half dead, That would be miserable." Grandma Zhu is old, her face is full of wrinkles, and her eyes have become cloudy, but she has the clarity unique to the elderly, she smiled frankly: "Young man, maybe next time you When you come back, you won't see me."

When leaving the nursing home, Peng Xiaochuan was uncontrollably sad.He had only met Uncle Liu once, so he would not be so sad for his passing away, but he still didn't want to believe that the old man who was still singing loudly in his vivid memory had passed away in just a few short days Yueli died suddenly.What makes him sad is that life is really impermanent, from birth to death, from possession to loss, the difference may be only a moment, and when that moment comes, no one can do anything.

There is a full moon above the head, and the moonlight is full of the way to and from.

When Peng Xiaochuan was walking to the dormitory, he called his parents to wish him a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.Across the long distance, his parents had already left his annoying little problems behind, and they did not hesitate to care and love in words, but there was a lively family dinner over there, and the phone hung up after not too long.

Peng Xiaochuan continued to walk forward, still harboring an unresolved knot in his heart.At this time, he happened to walk across from Beiyuan cafeteria. There were several club activity rooms on the third floor of the cafeteria. He remembered that Yang Can said that every Monday night Huihe gathered there to rehearse.

Today happens to be Monday, will Yang Can and the others be there?After thinking about it, Peng Xiaochuan thought it was impossible. There was no sound of music coming from the third floor, and today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so they should all go to enjoy the moon.

Peng Xiaochuan looked up to the third floor and saw that a classroom was still lit. He felt that maybe Yang Can was sitting in it now. At this moment, he really wanted to see him, so even though he knew that he had great expectations Maybe it would fail, but Peng Xiaochuan walked to the opposite side and went upstairs.

The door of the classroom was ajar, and Peng Xiaochuan gently pushed it open, seeing each other clearly with the people in the classroom, and the two opened their mouths in surprise at the same time:

"Why are you here alone?"

"How did you get here?"

Yang Can first replied: "Today is Monday, there should be a rehearsal."

Peng Xiaochuan said: "I just passed by here, and I suddenly wanted to come up and take a look."

Yang Can asked him, "Why didn't you go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"It's not long since school started, so I won't go back. Today I went to the nursing home with the Youth Association to condolences to the elderly."

Yang Can suddenly smiled and asked him, "Are you with Song Ying?"

Peng Xiaochuan shook his head: "No, I haven't seen her since the beginning of school."

Yang Can glanced at him again and asked, "Why, are you unhappy today?"

Peng Xiaochuan got closer and said, "Today I went to the nursing home to find the old man I knew last time, but a grandma told me that the old man passed away a month ago, and he left very suddenly. So spiritual."

Yang Can smiled and said, "That old man's popularity is really good. Even a person like you who has only met him once would feel sorry for him. In my opinion, this should be a good person meeting a kind person."

Yang Can was always so good at talking. Although Peng Xiaochuan didn't really feel happy, he still smiled knowingly. He asked, "Brother Fat, have they already left?"

Yang Can said, "They didn't come tonight."

Peng Xiaochuan was surprised: "Didn't you say that you rehearsed on Monday night?"

Yang Can sat behind Fat Ball's drum kit, stroked the cymbal, and said, "It's a senior year, Qiu Jue plans to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and now she studies day and night all day long. Xia Yi is preparing for the teacher qualification certificate examination. Come out, in fact, he wants to be a music teacher. Fat Ball went to another place for an internship in August. He has a good internship place, and he hopes to sign a contract after the internship is over. Now I am the only idler who has time to come and have a look , Think back to the days when everyone rehearsed together, but unfortunately I am not a gray core if I am alone."

Hearing the loneliness in his tone, Peng Xiaochuan comforted him, "After a while of busy work, the band can get together again."

But Yang Can smiled and shook his head: "In the future, we will always go our separate ways. After work, we will no longer be as free as we were when we were in school. We all have our own affairs to be busy with, and we may not see each other once in a few years. , even if we get together again, I don’t know if we can still sing a song well together.”

Peng Xiaochuan knew that in the future Yang Can would return to his parents and take a job they had arranged for him. He would put on a decent suit, put on a professional smile on his face, put aside his edge, and become a qualified social person. The radiant rock youth on the stage will remain in the memory forever, and those whispers about wandering at the beach will also become secret ideals that can never be realized until they disappear.

This made Peng Xiaochuan feel even more sad tonight. He bit his lip and said in a low voice, "At the beginning, we said we would go wandering together."

Yang Can chuckled: "Just think about that kind of thing, how could you really go there?"

Peng Xiaochuan felt unwilling, not knowing whether it was for himself or for Yang Can, he asked: "Then, will you continue to sing in the future?"

Yang Can was startled, looked at Peng Xiaochuan for a while, and finally answered the wrong question: "Maybe I will meet someone who makes me want to sing for him again in the future." He lowered his head and smiled, as if he was convincing himself , affirmed: "It will definitely."