fingers of musicians

Gu Jiapei and He Yulou came back late at night, and Wen Yuean was still sitting in the living room.

"Is Yuge back?" Gu Jiapei asked as soon as he entered the door.

Wen Yuean shook her head very lightly.

Gu Jiapei couldn't hold it any longer, and collapsed on the ground. She was soaked through, but her lips were dry and cracked, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were blood clots near the corners of her eyes.

He Yulou found a blanket and covered Gu Jiapei: "I'll look for it again."

"...Just now, someone came here." Wen Yuean carefully glanced at He Yulou's back, and said, "It's... a big cleansing, and let everyone move to the countryside."

He Yulou who was just about to go out turned around and looked at Wen Yuean.

Wen Yue'an said: "Just a few days ago, they said they would come again, if they didn't leave, they... came to clean it themselves."

Gu Jiapei supported a chair and stood up: "I won't leave. If I can't find Yuge, I won't leave."

Almost no food, no sleep, only one thing: find someone.

She was wearing worn-out overalls, with a little green stubble on the side of her head, and she was running around the city.Physical exhaustion and mental humiliation can no longer shake her. Similarly, this kind of numbness also means a kind of renunciation for her life and the world she lives in.

If there is the only bond, it is the child.

She often mistook other girls for He Yuge on the street, even though the girl was only five or six years old, she just looked like He Yuge when he was a child.

A few days passed, the whole city was searched, and the suburbs were also run, but there was still no result.

One evening, just after sunset, more than a dozen red armbands rushed into the He family's yard with sticks again, saying that they had occupied the land, and everyone had to leave now, and no one could stay.

Gu Jiapei was already in shambles, she kept telling those red armbands that it would be one day later.

"I have to get out now, I've given it to you for several days, push your nose and face." Red Armband said.

Gu Jiapei looked at a osmanthus tree in the distance, and the full moon was rising from the top of the tree.

"But, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival." She thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past.

When the whole family celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival together for the first time, Wen Yuean was still too young to know what the Mid-Autumn Festival was, so she and He Shenping explained the origin and customs of the Mid-Autumn Festival to the three children in the yard.

He Shenping talked about "The Book of Rites·Moon Order", and also talked about the ancient king's banquet for his officials. Gu Jiapei felt that it was a bit difficult for children, so he told the story of Chang'e.

After hearing this, Wen Yuean pointed at Gu Jiapei and He Yuge and said in a daze, "Chang'e, Jade Rabbit."

Gu Jiapei glanced at He Shenping and asked with a smile, "What about Teacher He?"

Wen Yuean thought for a while: "Hou Yi."

He Yulou was curious, so he leaned over and asked, "Then who am I?"

Wen Yuean looked at He Yulou for a long time, and said, "Zhu Bajie."

Thinking of this, Gu Jiapei's lips gradually rippled like a smile.

In the past, when He Shenping was still there, so were the three children, even if there were disputes, they were always together as a family.When Gu Jiapei thought about it, she always felt that at that time, every day was like the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But today is the only day, even though there is a bright moon in the sky, it is the least like Mid-Autumn Festival.

A red armband said sternly: "Mid-Autumn Festival? What Mid-Autumn Festival? It's feudal dross, which has long been abandoned by the new era. I see you are feudal and wealthy, and there is no cure!" Drive them all away.

Wen Yuean said: "But, what about the piano in the room?"

Someone in those red armbands had suffered from him, so they scolded: "Wen Yue'an, don't try to make excuses, the eyes of the masses are discerning, do you think they still can't see through your tricks?"

Wen Yuean glanced at He Yulou, and He Yulou felt a little sore in his heart.

Wen Yuean said unhurriedly: "Of course you don't have to play the Mid-Autumn Festival. But before you leave, you have to play Chairman Mao for one night. If anyone gets in the way, I will write a big-character poster to expose him."

He was not born to say such things. When he said it, his expression was still calm, without the momentum of those revolutionary young generals shouting slogans, but there was a paranoid fierceness in his eyes, which was a bit scary.

"Fuck, madman." A red armband yelled, "Okay, okay, you play, we'll come back tomorrow and see what else you want to do."

As soon as the red armbands walked out of the courtyard, Wen Yuean bent down covering her stomach and vomited.

Many years later, when the little Zhong Guanbai, who was wearing a red armband on duty, went to Wen Yue'an's class, Wen Yue'an did the same, his stomach turned up in an instant, and he vomited non-stop.

That night, Gu Jiapei made a table of meals with the few ingredients left at home.

"Eat." Gu Jiapei touched the heads of He Yulou and Wen Yuean, "I'm tired and can't eat."

This is the first time she said she was tired in front of her two children.This tiredness is not from running around, nor from lack of food and sleep.

She wanted to say a lot, but the two children in front of her were precocious and intelligent, so she didn't dare to say more.

"I'm going to play the piano for a while," she said.

He Yulou and Wen Yuean sat at the table and heard the sound of the piano flowing out like a clear stream slowly rolling over pebbles.

It is "Blessings of Love".

The trickle gradually turned into wind and rain, and the wind and rain became more and more urgent, and they all hit the world, extinguishing all flames, warmth and light.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and finally only the cold and eternal night remained.

After Gu Jiapei played the piano, she said, "I'm leaving tomorrow, so don't go to bed too late." After she finished speaking, she looked at the two children for a while, said again that she was very tired, and then went back to the bedroom.

He Yulou and Wen Yuean sat together, but neither said a word.Ever since He Yulou burned his words and dropped his cup that day, they haven't sat together for such a long time.

Wen Yue'an couldn't eat, so she just sat with her chopsticks.

He Yulou picked up a chopstick dish for Wen Yuean, Wen Yuean looked down at the chopstick dish, and hugged her bowl tightly with her hands, reluctant to eat it.

He Yulou said, "Eat quickly."

Wen Yuean was still reluctant, he hesitated for a while before turning the wheelchair closer to He Yulou, and said softly: "...Are you mad at me?"

He Yulou looked at Wen Yuean, his eyes were full of complexity and pain, but he didn't answer.

He couldn't answer this question.

For many things, as long as you choose a position to stand, there is always a right or wrong, and there is always an answer. Only in his position, there is no answer, and everything is wrong.

Wen Yue'an tentatively put her hand on He Yulou's left wrist, and touched down very gently along the gauze covering her hand: "Then...you...are still in pain?"

The hand under the gauze twitched uncontrollably, He Yulou took Wen Yuean's hand away: "It's okay."

Wen Yuean clasped her hands together, lowered her chin slightly, raised her eyes, and cautiously looked up at He Yulou.

He Yulou didn't know how to treat Wen Yue'an, he couldn't do it without any grudges, but he couldn't bear to see him sad, he was filled with guilt for Wen Yue'an, hated himself for not being able to protect him, hated himself for hurting him, but also blamed him for using This way one person does everything.

He Yulou has been looking for He Yuge outside these few days, and the first time he gets along with Wen Yuean, he finds it is still as difficult as it was a few days ago.Too many complicated things swarmed and gnawed away, and finally left a hole named Wen Yuean in his heart, which could never be filled again.

The two of them changed back to the way they were just now, neither speaking.

Wen Yuean looked at He Yulou carefully for a long time, eyebrows, nose bridge, lips, chin, Adam's apple, shoulders, hands, as if they were re-drawn.

"Then... I'm going to sleep." After a long time, Wen Yuean finally looked away.

When Wen Yuean left, He Yulou thought about Wen Yuean's eyes for a long time.Those eyes were too deep and heavy, as if he was emptying out his own life little by little, and put it all on the other party.

He Yulou closed his eyes, his mind was full of Wen Yuean.

The look of calmness, the look of full anticipation, the look of smiling, the look of red eyes, the look of crying, the look of biting his lip...

Also, call him Senior Brother.

He stood up suddenly and ran to Wen Yuean's bedroom.

Wen Yuean lay on the bed, looking at the moon outside the window.

The door was pushed open.

Wen Yuean turned her head and saw He Yulou standing by the bed, a beam of moonlight came in from the window and fell on him.

"Close your eyes." He Yulou said.

Wen Yuean shook her head slightly.

"Be obedient." He Yulou said.

Wen Yue'an refused: "It's good to watch for a while longer."

He Yulou touched the air with his right hand, and moved his left hand unnaturally.

Wen Yuean watched helplessly as He Yulou performed magic tricks like before, but failed twice in a row, and finally the plum candy fell to the ground.

He Yulou picked it up with his right hand and handed it to Wen Yuean: "Here."

That was the last candy in the house.

Wen Yuean stretched out her hand, then retracted it, repeated several times in a row, before taking the plum candy from He Yulou's palm, and holding it tightly in her hand.

"...I have grown up." Wen Yuean said softly.

"Not yet." He Yulou touched Wen Yuean's forehead, and subconsciously said what He Shenping once said to him, "I'm still a child, you can eat candy."

After he finished speaking, he realized what he said, and thought of his father for a moment.Regarding He Shenping's previous teachings, He Shenping's expectations for him, and He Shenping's unrecognizable appearance in the end...

Kneecaps are shattered.

Thinking of this, He Yulou felt great grief. When he came to Wen Yuean's bedroom, he couldn't say what he wanted to tell Wen Yuean, and wanted Wen Yuean to call him senior brother again.

"Go to sleep." He Yulou finished and went out.

Wen Yuean caressed the package of plum candy for a long time, and couldn't help getting up to look for He Yulou.

From a distance, he saw He Yulou standing in front of the piano, tearing off the gauze, with his hands hanging above the keys for a long time, one side was flawless and the other side was deformed and incomplete.After a while, He Yulou covered the piano and left the room.

From such a distance, Wen Yue'an could feel his struggle and uneasiness.

When He Yulou came in, he was holding a stack of rice paper stained with muddy water, a smashed inkstone, and a broken writing brush in his right hand.

He stood at the table and wrote two words over and over again:

Meditation

It has always been the habit of the He family to practice piano or calligraphy when they are restless.

The ink has been spilled and the pen has been broken, making it extremely difficult to write.

Looking at the silhouette of He Yulou writing, Wen Yuean seemed to suddenly understand that he will never be forgiven, as long as he is in front of He Yulou for one day, He Yulou will always be like today, without peace.

When he thinks about it, when he plays that song and sings that song, he should know that there will be such a day that he cannot escape.

When the stack of papers was almost finished, He Yulou seemed to calm down a little.When he wrote the last one, he found that Wen Yue'an was looking at him from a distance.

But as soon as Wen Yuean noticed his gaze, she lowered her head, turned the wheelchair and went back to her room.

No one saw it. When Wen Yuean finally looked away, she lowered her head and looked extremely sad.

He Yulou picked up the pen, finished the last sheet, and added six characters for the signature:

Meditation

Jade Tower Bingwu Mid-Autumn Festival

The final handwriting is not as disturbed as it was at the beginning.

He Yulou cut the piece of paper, quietly entered Wen Yuean's bedroom, and put the writing on Wen Yuean's bedside.This is what he owes Wen Yue'an, since he burned the words they wrote before.

He Yulou was about to leave, but heard Wen Yuean say in a low voice: "...don't go."

He Yulou didn't respond, and just lay down under Wen Yuean's bed as before.

Wen Yue'an passed a pillow under the bed, then picked up the writing on the bed, read it for a long time, but just reading it was not enough, he also covered his face with the writing, and kept smelling the writing.

"...You... He Yulou..." Wen Yuean yelled like this, but in her heart she still called her senior brother over and over again, I don't know how many times she yelled.He clutched the quilt tightly, almost scratching the quilt, "Which country shall we go to tomorrow?"

"My hometown should have a piece of land and an old house." He Yulou said.

Wen Yue'an called her senior brother many times in her heart before saying, "I won't go."

There was a long silence under the bed before hearing He Yulou ask: "Why?"

"...you...will you...play the piano again?" Wen Yue'an asked.

He waited for He Yulou's answer, like a torture.

The bright moon outside the window was covered by thick clouds, and the silent room became dark.

There was no sound from under the bed.

Burning tears rolled out of Wen Yue'an's eyes, and flowed down the corners of his eyes into his ears: "I just want to be with...he Yulou who can play the piano...with...fingers...in good condition."

There was still a dead silence in the room.

After a while, there seemed to be a slight sound of water droplets, and there was a little movement on the bed board, and then disappeared quickly.

"A person can only do one thing in a lifetime..." Wen Yue settled down for a moment, then said in a trembling voice, "I just want to play the piano."

The thick clouds still haven't cleared.

He Yulou came out from under the bed and stood beside the bed, unable to see Wen Yuean's face clearly.

"Wen Yuean, do you want to stay here?"

"Yes."

"For playing the piano?"

"……Yes."

"But now, what can you play?"

"Anything is fine. Whatever they want to hear... I'll play whatever."

He Yulou touched Wen Yuean's face, with tears on his hands.