fingers of musicians

The car stops at the entrance of the theater.

There was no performance at night, and the theater was completely dark, only the boxes and corridors on the second floor were still lit, and Ji Wentai asked the theater staff to keep them.

He Yulou and Wen Yuean haven't come out yet.

Over the past few decades, they seem to have too much to say, and they seem to have nothing to say at all.Most of my life has passed, I don't know how much of the boy I was at that time is still in my old body.

Wen Yuean's eyebrows are still the same as before.Probably because he didn't dare to change, he only dared to live his whole life as He Yulou had asked for.

He Yulou's outline can still be traced to his youthful appearance, but the person who used to laugh so much, now has a lot of pressure between his brows, his eyes are unfathomable, and he is no longer serious.

Sitting opposite He Yulou, Wen Yuean couldn't call out that senior brother. He looked at He Yulou from head to toe, not letting go of every corner. After looking at He Yulou for a long time, he said softly: "You... I Look at your hands."

He Yulou walked over, Wen Yuean touched He Yulou's phalanges along his left wrist joint by joint, his fingertips trembled every time he touched a scar, tears rolled out of his eyes and fell on the back of He Yulou's hand superior.

"In the past, there was nothing like this..." Those old scars and deformations were more terrifying than the last time he saw them, Wen Yuean raised her head and looked at He Yulou, "Later, you..."

You must still suffer, and that suffering must be even worse than before.

He Yulou walked behind Wen Yuean's wheelchair, bent down, and touched the white hair on Wen Yuean's temples. His movements were so careful, as if he was touching a cultural relic that might be weathered at any time.

Indeed, Wen Yue'an is like a cultural relic sealed in his memory, which cannot be taken out easily.

He just stood behind Wen Yue'an, without speaking.

"Are you...looking at my hair?" Wen Yuean said slowly, "It's not pretty. I remember a boy riding a bamboo horse, and when he turned around, he turned into a pulsatilla...don't look at it."

Looking at those white hairs, He Yulou's eyes turned red.

"You... what do you think after listening to Abai's piano?" Wen Yuean slightly turned her head to see He Yulou's expression.

He Yulou's eyes and hands were still on Wen Yuean's hair roots, as if he wanted to see Wen Yuean's decades of age at a glance.

"...Ah Bai, he looks a lot like you." He Yulou didn't answer, Wen Yuean recalled it by herself, a little smile appeared in her tearful eyes, her tone was soft, as calm as the morning breeze, as if she was afraid of disturbing a good time Meng, "It's very similar since I was a child... Ah Bai often got into trouble when he was young and refused to practice the piano. When he grew up, he was cynical, but he loved the piano very much. The most talented person I have ever met, he It's Abai...except you.

"When I first met Abai, it was a charity concert. Most of the other children were learning piano, so their parents brought them to listen to the solo. Only Abai came in secretly without buying a ticket. Later I I just found out that he has no parents and lives in an orphanage. He heard that the income from that concert was donated to their orphanage, so he sneaked out to watch...

"Afterwards, I started...just like you taught me...teach him to play the piano, teach him to write, teach him to play chess...Ah Bai is a bit stupid, he can't learn how to play chess no matter what, so he had to give up.

"It's good to just love playing the piano.

"Ah Bai has grown up and plays the piano more like you, so I don't want him to stay with me anymore. I watched the game videos, performance photos, and new scores he sent, and heard him talking on the phone that he also I donated some special education schools and orphanages, and I feel very good. After all, I was negligent in discipline, and Abai took some detours and suffered a lot. Fortunately, there is a child called Early Qiu, and Abai also knows what he wants. What, it's not too late, even though it's hard work, it's finally back.

"Ah Bai can play like this today, I can feel at ease, I have an explanation for you...for the He family...so, I should be able to leave with peace of mind."

Wen Yuean talked for a long time, He Yulou listened quietly, and only said the first sentence after hearing "Ying Ke left at ease": "Where are you going?"

Wen Yuean carefully looked at He Yulou's eyebrows and eyes, and asked softly: "Are you...willing to talk to me?"

He Yulou had dreamed of this scene standing behind Wen Yuean too many times. It was often Wen Yuean sitting under a tree playing the piano, with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers floating all over his head, and he bent down to wipe off those petals for Wen Yuean. Wen Yue'an whispered in his ear: "Yue'an, I am Senior Brother."

However, every time I open my mouth, I wake up from the dream.

Waking up in the cowshed, waking up in the bright lights, waking up in the tractor, waking up in the train, waking up in the cargo hold of the ship, waking up in the street, under the bridge, in the basement, in the apartment, in the mansion on the other side of the ocean.

A tree of sweet-scented osmanthus has turned into belts, cold water, bricks, goods, and furniture; the scent of flowers has turned into the smell of blood, gasoline, and rotten garbage.

Only this time, did not wake up.

It doesn't seem real.

As in a dream, He Yulou introduced himself, as if afraid that Wen Yuean would not recognize him, "Yuean, I am senior brother."

"I recognize it." How can someone who has been thinking about it all his life not recognize it.Wen Yue'an slowly unbuttoned He Yulou's cuff, and put his fingers on his forearm. The skin of both of them was no longer as smooth as that of a teenager, and it seemed as if they could feel the traces of time when they touched each other.

"I recognize it, but I stopped shouting." He Yulou said.

"It's time to shout. Both children played the piece you wrote, and they played it well. You still won... Senior Brother." With the last two words, Wen Yue'an's voice trembled slightly. The refusal still haunted him.

He Yulou recalled the senior brother's voice for a long time before saying: "Compared to Zhong Guanbai, He Yinxu is far behind."

"He's still young, and he's been around for a long time. It's good enough." Wen Yue'an recalled just now, He Yin Xu An standing quietly in the corridor waiting, "Brother...this child, who teaches so well, I don't know who it is taught with you?"

He Yulou said, "There is no one else."

"Then he..." Wen Yue'an thought of He Yinxu's appearance, his eyebrows, eyes and lips really resembled He Yulou's, that was the model of the He family's child, just like the boy from Jiangnan in the painting, "Brother... these years, How did you live?"

How did it go...

He was imprisoned and beaten, and after he came out, he was still worried about Wen Yue'an, and went back to He's house to look for him, but he couldn't find him, and was caught again, tortured, and finally fled abroad.A disabled teenager is struggling in another land on the other side of the ocean. It will be many years later when he has the capital to return to this land.

He Yulou picked out some not-so-difficult stories from those years and told Wen Yuean roughly, Wen Yuean could imagine the whole picture after listening for a while, and her green shirt was wet with tears as she listened.

He suddenly said: "Senior brother... so you went to find me? Do you remember that there was a person named Wang Bin mentioned in Teacher He's letter when he was sent down?"

He Yulou thought about it carefully: "I remember."

Wen Yuean said: "Wang Bin went north to join his sister. He was born as a poor peasant with a good family background. Later, his sister introduced him to a good job. He and Teacher He often exchanged letters. That year... Teacher He He is gone, and no one replied to his many letters. He was afraid that something happened to the He family, so he hurried south to find Mr. He... When he arrived, I was the only one left in the house... He took me together brought to Beijing.

"Brother... Then, I often give recitals in various places, why don't you come to see me anymore?" Wen Yue'an has been to so many countries and regions, others don't understand why he even went to such a small city, even if he didn't The audience also wants to play...Only he knows, he is afraid that if He Yulou wants to find him one day, he will not be able to see him.

"Yuean..." He Yulou sighed.

He is different from Wen Yue'an after all, Wen Yue'an can only do one thing in his life, Wen Yue'an can exhaust the world, but He Yulou can't.

He Yulou has too many things in his heart and too many burdens on his shoulders.

For so many years, he has been carrying Gu Jiapei's suicide note and will: If there is a chance, he must find Yuge; if there is a chance, he must vindicate his father.

The first thing He Yulou did when he returned to China was to find He Yuge who had not heard from him for many years, and the second thing was to rehabilitate his father and sue the murderer.There were still too many things to do, he didn't dare to go to Wen Yue'an who was already famous all over the world, thinking that would be ashamed of the dead He family.And when he took off his gloves and saw his left hand, he also felt that there was no reason to go to Wen Yue'an again.

The former house of the He family has changed owners. Because of the land reform, all 36 rooms of the old house in the countryside were demolished, and the scholarly and noble spirit accumulated for generations became piles of bricks, tiles and wood, and the villagers divided them. Each family built their own house, and those carved big beds, cabinets painted with fish and birds, even every chair, every washbasin, and every solid wooden pepper grinder became their own furniture. with property.The few lonely books and ancient family trees that remained were deemed useless and burned.

Times have changed, and it is not easy to find someone who disappeared decades ago.

As for the appeal, they were told that it was a long time ago, and the statute of limitations for prosecution had already passed. It was possible to get rehabilitated, but it was impossible to find the murderer.Those murderers have become the most ordinary ordinary people, hiding in the crowd, breeding and educating their offspring as always.

He Yulou gave up appealing, and instead used the capital he had accumulated over the years to subsidize those scholars who studied that period of history. If the law cannot judge, he turned to history to judge.

On the other hand, he was looking for He Yuge wholeheartedly.

I hired professional people to investigate and traveled all over half of China. After many years and many difficulties, I finally found it.

In a pickled hair salon.

A skinny woman with a big belly was lying on a stained bed with a bald old man on top of her.

The old man quickly finished his work, stuffed the money between his legs where the turbid night was flowing, and left.The woman on the bed looked outside with empty eyes, opened her mouth in a daze, and didn't even know that the saliva flowed out.

"Some men just like to play with pregnant women, and that woman is already crazy, and the price is cheap, thanks to her pretty face, otherwise who would spend money for a crazy woman." The owner of the shampoo room wearing a pair of fishnet stockings The old man took the money he had just stuffed away and put it in a drawer, then sat back on the greasy red leather sofa, took a puff of cigarette with his bright red lips, "Don't look at me like that, it looks like I'm forcing a woman into prostitution. This crazy The money a woman earns can't support herself. If I hadn't given her a bite to eat these years, she would have died long ago, and there was no one to collect the body. If you want someone, take them away now. I don't want a penny. .”

At that time, He Yulou had already walked through the wind and waves, and there was no ugliness that could make him frown.He already knew that there is neither heaven nor hell, and all he has is this real world.

The world of mortals is rolling, and there is no clean place, because if it is too clean, it cannot survive.

He picked up He Yuge and walked out of the shampoo room.

He Yuge's saliva dripped onto his arm, and he wiped the saliva on He Yuge's chin with a paper. He Yuge looked at him dumbly, and sang a song inarticulately: "The time is gone, there is nothing left, today But we parted...we will meet each other in the future, don't hesitate...don't hesitate..."

He Yulou took He Yuge for an examination, only to find out that she was already seriously ill, so he took her back to the United States for treatment, recuperation, and labor.

A few months later, He Yuge went into labor.

Difficult labor caused complications, and her own diseases aggravated. After giving birth for a day and a night, a baby boy died.

Everyone thought that the baby boy's father was He Yulou, and He Yulou also agreed to name the child Ince, which originated from innocent, because a person often cannot choose, he can only become the person he has to be, If a person can be innocent and pure forever, it is probably a symbol of enough happiness.The child's Chinese name is taken from Qu Yuan's "five tones come together, Jun Xinxin is happy and happy" and "the road is long and the road is long and long, Xu Mi is festival and high-spirited", forming a similar-sounding Xu word. .

He Yulou hugged the infant He Yinxu and watched as He Yuge's body was sent to the morgue.

At that moment, he suddenly thought that he and Wen Yue'an knelt in front of Gu Jiapei's body to read the suicide note. After so many years, he wondered if Wen Yue'an had looked for He Yuge.

This thought was only for a moment, and it was even more difficult for him to see Wen Yuean again, so he had to raise the child alone...

Fast forward to now.

He Yulou didn't tell all the details one by one, he only mentioned how to find Yuge, and how to get He Yinxu, after all, they are already old, too old to mention those old grievances.

He spent his entire life doing everything he was supposed to do as the son of the He family. Now that he is old, he can finally be Wen Yuean's senior brother.

"Yue'an, this year, I bought back our childhood home." He Yulou squatted down and looked Wen Yue'an in the eyes, "I don't know...whether you want to go back with me."

Zhong Guanbai walked into the theater holding Lu Zaoqiu's hand.

Looking from the ground floor of the theater, there is a pair of silhouettes under the lights of the boxes on the second floor.

The figure sitting in the wheelchair slowly stretched out his hand, gently touched the face of the squatting figure, and nodded.