But unwilling to see the scenery

At 326 o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhou arrived in Wenzhou from Gangcheng by train K[-].He went home, but still held the small box in his hand, the shoes had not been changed, and there were no patches or red marks on his ankles, it was as clean as if he had never been injured.

This is his first visit to a city in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. After the high-speed train entered Wenzhou, there were beautiful single-family buildings and farmland on both sides of the track, somewhat similar to his hometown, but not exactly the same.

He walked out along the flow of people, and before he got out of the station, he saw Lin Huai waving his hands to attract his attention, Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo were standing beside him, smiling quietly, it seemed that Lin Huai was showing great fanfare.As soon as he got out of the station, Lin Huai came over in a hurry. The box was obviously not heavy, and he kindly wanted to help him carry it.

Then they got in the car, Jiang Nuo sat in the passenger seat, he and Lin Huai sat in the back seat, watching the strange city through the window.

They crossed many bridges along the way. The water town has long been modernized, but the rivers still run through the city, reminding young people that this place used to be a fishing village, and the mountains, rivers and countryside will always be the roots of this city.

This is Wenzhou, he thought, recalling Gangcheng inexplicably.Wenzhou gave him the first impression of a steady and reliable man, industrious and simple, showing off his wealth clumsily, while Gangcheng was a jeweled woman, or a sea monster, who seduced young people from other cities with a charming singing voice, Ideals exchanged for naked desire.

These are two cities with very different temperaments, both of which are good at surprising first-timers.Soon, Yan Ruoyu drove onto Wangjiang East Road, and Song Zhou happened to be sitting on the left side. The water of the Oujiang River could not be seen to the end, as if it was going to flow to the sky. The river bank was wide, and there was a small island in the middle. , the colorful flags on the boat fluttered, reflecting the clear and cloudless summer sky.

If this situation was placed in ancient times, those who saw it would definitely have to recite a poem, and then it would be passed down and remembered by the world. People who are still alive will blurt out when they see the familiar scene again: "The mighty Qinghuai sky stays together—"

Song Zhou paused to wake up, and felt that it was a strange behavior for him to utter a line of poetry suddenly. The people around him continued the next line, saying: "The long wind will send you back to the boat."

Song Zhou turned his head and found that Lin Huai's eyes were on him.Yan Ruoyu looked up at the two people in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but smiled knowingly, then glanced at the rearview mirror on the right to observe the road conditions, Jiang Nuo turned his face guiltily, avoiding his gaze, but was thinking of others, Unintentionally looking at the scenery outside the window.

A few minutes later, Yan Ruoyu drove to the main gate of the community, deliberately slowing down the speed of the car, and took a good look at the sign that said "Manhattan", not "Manhattan".A few years ago, all parts of the country were rectifying irregular place names to put an end to "foreign" names. Manhattan, a mansion with a river view, was caught as a typical example. From a wealthy area to a villager, it is really down-to-earth.

Liang Zhen has a lot of houses. Over the years, he basically lives in a small apartment that is only a 5-minute drive from Mushan Street. He originally wanted to entertain guests there, but when the other family member heard that Song Zhou also had a lot of houses, he felt that he could not give it to Lin Huai. Price drop, be sure to go to the big house.

In private, Liang Zhen was well-known as the object of petting. He took good care of everything his wife said, and specially cleaned up the Jiangjing room, but his wife worked overtime temporarily and had no time to cook.

Liang Zhen had no choice but to temporarily change the menu, went to the supermarket to buy hot pot ingredients, and asked Lin Huai to take people around first.There is a basketball court in the community, and in the afternoon, the light was blocked by buildings, and there were four of them. Lin Huai suggested to play basketball. If you are hungry after sports, eating hot pot at night is also comfortable.

The others agreed, instead of going upstairs, they went directly to the basketball court, and there happened to be two bullfights there, so they joined in to form a 3VS3.

After turning the ball into groups, Lin Huai and Yan Ruoyu were grouped together. The other member of Jiang Nuo's team was also thinner. The two teams had a significant difference in physique. I thought there would be a huge gap in strength. Lin Huai and Yan Ruoyu got the ball. He likes to rush inside and return fiercely, but he is too concerned about being handsome and unwilling to cooperate. Once the ball is lost and Jiang Nuo and the others get the ball, pass the ball slowly and don't worry, it is easier to lose patience. In the end, the two teams The score is actually about the same.

Then the two lent them the ball, went to eat first, and asked them to help occupy the field.Lin Huai agreed, and stayed on the field with Song Zhou, while Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo went to the nearby supermarket to buy water.

Song Zhou is still in the withdrawal period after stopping the drug, and his body will suddenly experience slight tremors. If you carefully observe his walking and running posture, you will find that his sense of balance is not particularly good, and he will occasionally wobble, just like Jiang Nuo's duckling.

This is also a period that must be experienced after quitting drugs. Lin Huai hesitated, not knowing whether some words should be said or not. At this moment, only the two of them were left in the huge basketball court. He slapped the basketball and stood at the three-point line, or asked Song Zhou in front of him: "Are you going to quit too quickly?"

"No." Song Zhou said without doubt, "I reduced it according to the doctor's advice, from two to one tablet, from one to half a tablet, and then take half a tablet in two days."

"I know..." Lin Huai frowned, and persuaded earnestly, "But I think it's too fast for you to lose weight. I also read the doctor's order, which clearly says that you should lose weight once every two weeks. I think In three days you-"

Lin Huai didn't finish, because Song Zhou snatched the ball while he was half-hearted, and rushed to the inner circle for a three-step layup. Lin Huai blocked the ball by relying on his physique and height advantage, and then slapped a three-pointer outside the line.

Song Zhou used a lot of physical energy in the previous 3VS3, and now he is like a leopard that has not caught the prey after sprinting head-on, trying to compete with Lin Huai. Watching the basketball going up and down in Lin Huai's hands, he was always ready to snatch the ball back.

He was very serious, and Lin Huai seemed a little foolish.Lin Huai didn't have such a strong desire to win, but he respected Song Zhou very much. He didn't just throw the ball over, but rushed into the inside line in a serious manner, failed to dunk, and missed the basketball that bounced from the edge of the basket. Zhoucai regained control of the ball.

The positions of the two were reversed again. Lin Huai, as the defender, chatted as always, and asked Song Zhou, "Why did you buy the plane ticket from Wenzhou?"

"Teacher Liang asked me out several times, and it would be unreasonable for me not to come again."

Lin Huai "tsk": "I know Liang Zhen asked you to come for dinner, but why did you buy a ticket from Wenzhou?"

Song Zhou's attention was still on the offensive: "If I want to fly tomorrow, I have no choice but to go to New York on this transshipment route."

"But the real starting point of this route is Beijing. You can fly to Beijing from Hong Kong City." Lin Huai smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, but he wanted to tease Song Zhou, "Don't be shy, tell me that you want to see you before you go abroad. Me once, I will immediately go to Hong Kong City to find you."

Song Zhou looked at the young man with glowing eyes in front of him, he couldn't say anything, he didn't want to complain, and he couldn't deny it, he rushed into the inside line twice with a feint, and was about to shoot, when the soles of his feet suddenly softened.

Song Zhou didn't let go of the ball out of control, and returned to the three-point line, panting more than before. Lin Huai stood in front of him, changed his serious expression, and said firmly: "You just want to see me .”

Song Zhou refused to admit it: "No."

"Then I'm going to Hong Kong City too," Lin Huai stopped pressing, staring at the little mole on the bridge of the other's nose, and said, "I want to see you."

Song Zhou hugged the basketball.

The two looked at each other, and Lin Huai didn't take the opportunity to grab his ball.

Then Song Zhou continued to slap the basketball, and gradually the rapid panting was not only caused by tiredness, but also caused by emotional ups and downs.He began to pace anxiously outside the three-point line, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and what he said didn't seem to be for Lin Huai, but asked himself——

He himself felt incredible and said: "I obviously don't like you."

Of course what he's talking about is not the love between lovers, but as friends, the two are incompatible from character to outlook.

"What don't you like about me?" Lin Huai asked frankly, as if Song Zhou would be able to change it if he wanted to say it, but he never expected that Song Zhou would spit out in a hurry: "You study Marxism. "

Lin Huai: "???"

Lin Huai had a lot of question marks, and he couldn't help laughing and asked, "What does this have to do with Marx?!"

Song Zhou said: "Your view of history is materialistic."

"That's right." Lin Huai nodded, deeply grasping the essence of Marxism, "History is created by the people."

"But you must also know that some histories are written by heroes, such as art." Song Zhou said firmly, "Whether it is domestic or foreign, the history of art is obviously the history of heroes. He who is born leads."

He didn't talk about the distant ones, but the recent rap history.The market acquiesces that black is black, and Eminem, as a white man, made a "8 Mile"; the market thinks rap music is vulgar and superficial, Kanyewest and his brother sang "runaway" at Carnegie Hall; everyone was shocked after postMalone debuted , it is impossible to define his music into the existing genre; XXXTENTACION can produce "lookatyou" hysterically, and create "moonlight" with hope...

"Rap comes from the slums and the streets. This is the root of rap, but you have to admit that the reason why rap can stand firm as a genre is because of the emergence of these unique rappers, which bring a brand new experience and sense of hearing to the market. lead a new trend."

Song Zhou had already held the ball in his hands, looking at Lin Huai, he still felt a pity.Lin Huai didn't feel offended, he still kept his old style, and joked, "I want to have a meal."

Song Zhou sighed, smiled helplessly, and then looked at Lin Huai, who had already stopped laughing.

He can fully empathize with Song Zhou's frustration. There is always a paradox between personal aesthetics and market preferences. The commercial assembly line can only reproduce the second so-and-so, but cannot produce the first genius.Song Zhou hopes that he can make music entirely out of his own will, and he doesn't want to, but he prefers that his songs be heard by everyone today, compared to Qu Gao and the widowed and poor.

He wasn't justifying his compromise.The top rappers that Song Zhou mentioned were heard and became popular, but in fact, more talented artists who were not inferior to them disappeared into history together with their works.

They may have a clear conscience and spend their whole lives trying to surpass themselves, but if such a good work is not discovered in the end, it would be a loss to all mankind.

"This world needs geniuses, and it needs someone like me. If Wild Lily doesn't drive out of the valley, how will other people know that there is Wild Lily in the valley?"

Lin Huai still had that playful look, but he said with confidence and courage, "I have a clear conscience."

History is ultimately written by others, and art is ultimately finalized by others.He knows his place on that stage, and he knows what he's going to do after he's done playing.He doesn't even hope that one day he will be able to "send the boat back with the wind and thousands of miles", but only hopes that the Huai River will carry the boat and send you to the shore to stop.

Song Zhou looked at Lin Huai.

After staring at each other for a long time, Song Zhou started to slap the basketball again and rushed into Lin Huai's defense zone.Lin Huai could see that he was exhausted and weak. His sense of balance was not good at first, but now he was even more dizzy and couldn't score the ball at all. After he let go, he only touched the basket. in the basket.

"The ball is yours." He said to Song Zhou, "The world will always be yours."

Song Zhou didn't look at him, but stared at the bouncing height of the ball getting lower and lower, and finally rolled to the ground, and then said to Lin Huai in a tone that was almost coquettish and reproachful: "You are really bad. .”

Lin Huai took advantage of his arms and hugged his shoulders, brazenly shouting in his ear: "Lin Huai is not bad, Song Zhou doesn't love him."

Song Zhou covered his ears, but because of his lack of balance, he could only lean on Lin Huai.When Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo came back, they happened to see them walking towards home supporting each other.The setting sun stretched their shadows very long that afternoon, very long, and they walked forward together, as if that moment was the rest of their lives.

Then Yan Ruoyu took Jiang Nuo's hand and led them to walk over together.Liang Zhen had already arrived home with the hot pot ingredients, and was preparing other ingredients with the family. After hearing the knock on the door, he was picking out the shrimp thread. He muttered how Lin Huai forgot to bring the key when he went out. Shao Mingyin emphasized while washing his hands: "Be quiet tonight, be sweeter, and don't quarrel with Lin Huai."

Liang Zhen snorted through his nostrils, as if he did not agree, Shao Mingyin slapped him in the face, and left the kitchen to open the door.

Outside the door, Lin Huai greeted Song Zhou in advance: "My dad looks young and doesn't like people calling him uncle, so you follow me later and call him dad too, understand?"

He was serious, Song Zhou was almost cheated, Yan Ruoyu couldn't stand it anymore, and asked: "Then what should we call him?"

"You two—" Lin Huai turned his head to look at Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo, with a look of embarrassment on his face, not knowing how to round up what he said just now, when the door opened from the inside.

Everyone looked into the room following the sound of the door opening, and it was not Liang Zhen standing there, but another man.

He is not as young as Lin Huai said, but he is in good condition. When his expression is lively, there are fine lines at the corners of his eyes, which also makes people relax like a spring breeze.The light at the top of the porch enveloped his whole body, putting a soft filter on his smile, refreshing and gentle as a cup of cold drink in the hot summer.

"What are you looking at, why are you stunned..."

Shao Mingyin smiled, brought slippers to the four young people outside the house, straightened up and welcomed him, "Come in."