fingers of musicians

Before He Yulou and Wen Yuean left the next day, He Shenping gave them a porcelain paperweight with blue and white background, which was exactly the one he drew last night.The train was in the afternoon, and He Shenping couldn't go to see it off, so he still asked the old mute to put the two of them on the tricycle, this time hiding them in a haystack and carrying them to the train station.

The old mute had no children himself, and seeing that they liked them very much, he treated them like his own children and grandchildren. Before leaving, each of them gave them a flour cake dipped in white sugar for them to eat on the road.

He Yulou looked preoccupied, he looked out the window, but kept his arms around Wen Yuean all the way, fearing that Wen Yuean would fall when the car accelerated and decelerated.Wen Yuean leaned on He Yulou, holding the cup that He Yulou drew for him, looking down.

They waited for several months, and finally, on a wet and snowy day, He Yulou received a letter from He Shenping: Go home at the end of the year.

He was deemed successful in an appraisal and could go back to work at the Conservatory of Music.

There is not much joy in the words on the letter paper.

One more thing was mentioned in the letter.One month after He Yulou and Wen Yuean left, an explosion occurred in the boiler room of the factory.At that time, when the workers were going to work, no one knew what happened. They heard a few loud noises from the boiler room. There was thick black smoke.

The door of the boiler room is locked from the inside, and outsiders cannot enter.

The factory leader called everyone together for an emergency meeting. After counting the number of people, they found that there were two people missing.

Immediately, someone noticed that the second monkey was not there, but no one could remember who the other person was. He Shenping said, "It should be the old man guarding the boiler room."

Only then did someone agree, as if they were indeed looking at the boiler room.

The factory leader shouted anxiously: "No matter who is still missing, let me go in and see if anyone is dead."

Accidents are not the same as suicides. Jiang Helai's death is only related to himself, but if someone dies in an accident in the boiler room, the leader should be held responsible.And this year, there is still a little distance from that crazy Bingwu year, so "unknown cause of death" cannot be used to explain everything.

Two daring workers went to open the door, but found that the door of the boiler room was locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside.In the end, the factory leader ordered someone to remove the broken window in its entirety. Only by looking through the window could we find out what was going on.The person who got in had been working for most of the day, and suddenly smelled a smell of barbecue, burnt and fragrant, and it smelled good. He felt a little hungry, and looked inside with a flashlight, but he almost didn't spit it out.

He stuck his head out of the window, and the factory leader asked, "Is anyone dead?"

"...It's all cooked."

The factory leader asked again: "How many died?"

The man stuck his head in again, and after a while, he crawled out and said, "Anyway, there are two heads, they are all blurred, and no one can see them."

The factory leader left a few people to deal with the boiler room, and then warned that the matter was still unclear, no one was allowed to spread rumors, and the others were sent away if they were not allowed to report.

That night when He Shenping was sleeping, he was stung by something in his pillow. He saw that there was not only his piano score, but also some money, a five-pointed star, and a note.

On one side of the note was a name and an address: Duan Xiuer, Room [-] of the dormitory of the textile factory.

The other side reads: Please, Mr. He, hand it over to her.

The characters on it are somewhat similar to He Shenping's characters, but the gestures are blunt, as if someone who just learned calligraphy drew from a template.

Holding the note, He Shenping remembered that the old mute had not only come to listen to his lectures for a month, but also often made gestures after class for a long time, just to ask him how to write a word.He Shenping had a good memory, and when he thought about it carefully, although the order of the words was out of order, the order of those words was put together to fit the two lines on the front and back of the note.

Everything seemed to have been planned for this day, this explosion.

A long time before He Shenping left, the accident in the boiler room had already come to light, but until he left, he didn't understand why the old mute locked himself and the second monkey in the boiler room, and why they were all blown to death, but he had a vague feeling that , that explosion had something to do with Wang Bin's departure.

But after reading the letter, He Yulou and Wen Yuean seemed to have glimpsed the whole picture of the matter.

He Yulou took the letter and ran under Wen Yuean's bed, and did not come out until late at night.

In the middle of the night, Wen Yuean shouted from the bed: "Senior Brother."

He Yulou said: "You shouldn't stop me."

After a long time, Wen Yue'an said in a low voice: "But Mr. He..."

He Yulou interrupted: "If father is here, he won't just sit idly by."

Wen Yuean didn't speak.

He Yulou crawled out from under the bed, turned his back to Wen Yuean and said, "Wen Yuean, you are not like our He family."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Wen Yue'an said silently in the dark night: "Brother, my... surname is Wen."

The two of them didn't speak for a few days.

A few days later, He Yulou saw Wen Yuean sitting quietly in a corner reading a book that He Yulou had helped bring to him before, but after reading it, he couldn't put the book back on the tall bookshelf. It was so difficult that I almost fell out of the wheelchair.

He Yulou walked over to help Wen Yuean put the book back.

Wen Yuean clutched the book, neither looked at He Yulou nor spoke.

He Yulou said: "Yuean, give me the book."

Wen Yue'an clutched the book tightly, but still refused to let go, her eyes gradually turned red.

He Yulou slowed down his tone, and said, "Give me the book, and I'll put it away."

Wen Yue'an glared at He Yulou with red eyes, his eyes were filled with tears, but none of them flowed down.

He Yulou had never seen Wen Yuean like this at all. Wen Yuean hadn't reacted much since he was a child, and it took him a long time to even tease him to say a few words or make him laugh, but now he was about to cry.

Suddenly there was a feeling in the boy's chest that was different from the past, and he couldn't tell what it was. He wanted to make the boy in front of him laugh quickly and never cry; there was also a secret thought that made He Yulou feel too bad: I want him to really cry, and I want to make him cry often in the future.

He Yulou immediately suppressed that frightening thought.

He leaned close to Wen Yue'an's face, and said with a smile: "Give Senior Brother a chance to serve you, okay?"

With this smile, Wen Yuean's tears really fell.

He Yulou hurriedly wiped Wen Yuean's tears with a handkerchief. He didn't do anything serious, and his skin felt uncomfortable when he cried in winter.Moreover, Wen Yue'an cried quietly, and didn't know how to cry for pain. He Yulou felt that he had made a big mistake and apologized directly to Wen Yue'an.

Wen Yue'an still didn't speak, just stared at He Yulou and kept crying.

He Yulou thought for a long time, conjured up a plum candy, and handed it to Wen Yuean.

Wen Yue'an was still a child, and when she saw the candy, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, stretched it out halfway, then retracted it, turned her eyes away, and said with a weak crying sound: "I don't eat your candy."

He Yulou peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into Wen Yuean's mouth, then took Wen Yuean's book and put it on the shelf while Wen Yuean was eating the candy, squatted down again, looked into Wen Yuean's eyes, and said seriously: "You are our family."

Wen Yuean was about to speak, but He Yulou rushed to say: "I was wrong, what looks like you are our family. I will stop talking nonsense, and you are not allowed to say it."

Wen Yuean's eyes were red and she didn't answer.

He Yulou wanted to change another plum candy to coax Wen Yuean. He originally gave Wen Yuean one a day, but now he had no more candy, so he wanted to get another one.Wen Yuean thought that He Yulou was getting impatient and wanted to leave, so she grabbed his wrist when he turned around.

Wen Yue'an lightly pinched He Yulou's arm, and whispered, "Brother, don't go."

He Yulou pursed his lips, turned his head, raised one eyebrow: "Huh?"

Wen Yuean let go of her hand, and He Yulou's smiling face moved closer in an instant: "Tsk tsk, don't you cry?"

Wen Yue'an felt as if she had been fooled, and refused to talk to He Yulou again.

He Yulou smiled and asked, "Going to practice the piano?"

Wen Yuean should not.

He Yulou deliberately said: "I will practice four-handed bombing with you today, do you want to go?"

Wen Yue'an seemed a little tempted.

He Yulou's smile grew bigger: "One more match today? How about I call you Senior Brother if you win?"

Wen Yuean's eyes lit up.

He Yulou turned around with a smirk and walked towards the piano, leaving Wen Yuean with a back view and a seductive question: "Will you go, huh?"

Wen Yuean immediately turned the wheelchair and followed.

Of course, Wen Yue'an was still no match.

He still wanted to call Senior Brother He Yulou, and it lasted for several years.

Finally, Wen Yuean also grew from a boy to a teenager, and the first Mid-Autumn Festival carefully written in Wen Yuean's memoirs, the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Yisi year is coming soon.

During the summer vacation of that year, He Yuge brought his classmates from the girls' high school to play at home.The girl's name is Chang Liangyan, a cadre's child, with short hair and a face that is not as good-looking as He Yuge's, but she has a bold temperament, as enthusiastic as a sunflower, and her heart is straightforward, like the heroic spirit in martial arts picture books that dare to love and hate woman.

When Chang Liangyan walked into the He family’s courtyard, He Yulou happened to be practicing the piano. At that time, He Yulou’s piano skills were already very good, and he often wrote his own tunes, and would write songs that only he could play based on his own technical strengths. song.Chang Liangyan heard the sound of the piano that was different from what she had heard before, and followed He Yuge curiously.

Everyone in the family can play the piano, but He Yuge couldn't tell who was playing the piano. When he walked to the door, he saw He Yulou's back and said, "My brother, He Yulou." You get your slippers."

Chang Liangyan looked at He Yulou's back and responded casually: "Hey."

He Yulou turned around after playing a piece.

Chang Liangyan was just finishing taking off his shoes when a pair of white and tender feet stepped on the floor.The sun came in from the door behind her, so that He Yulou couldn't see her face clearly. He could only see her figure in a school uniform with a belt tied around her body, and her neat short hair dyed a little sunny golden. , With a smile: "Hello, He Yulou."

That was He Yulou's first contact with an adolescent girl who was more mature than him, and the first time he heard a girl call his name in this way.He was silent for a few seconds, instead of showing his usual smile, he greeted him with a slightly serious voice, just two words: "Hello."

Wen Yuean who was sitting on the side noticed He Yulou's strangeness.

At that moment, he was still unable to accurately describe what He Yulou's abnormality represented, but he had already realized that He Yulou treated this girl differently, and even faintly noticed that at this moment, He Yulou wanted to be treated by this girl as a man. Not the younger brother of a classmate.