cosine of desire

of pancakes.

Lin Yujing has a handsome face, a thin body, long black hair hanging down to her ears, and clear eyes with a faint light.Due to his seriousness in classifying, recording, and sorting work, he almost made no mistakes in sending and receiving. The only mistake was that a postman mistakenly sent a magazine to the small window of the mail room as a newspaper. At that time, Lin Yujing was facing the light meal. Gobbled it up, and the courier in an orange shirt had already rode away by the time he discovered the problem.He realized that the magazine came from a subscription of an elderly man who would pick it up in the mailroom every Monday morning.Time was running out, so he casually stuffed a piece of pickled radish into his mouth, stepped on the bicycle quickly, and tried to find the trace of Huang Ying in the hazy moonlight but failed.That night, he didn't go home due to the guilt of his work mistakes, but curled up in the small mail room and couldn't sleep all night, half asleep and half awake, hoping that the crisp bell of the newspaper delivery would cut through the silence of the night.However, until he got up from the floor holding back his vomiting until the early hours of the morning, the courier still did not appear.It wasn't until the old man staggered across the threshold of the mailroom that he realized he didn't have time to invent a convincing reason.He stood up, his face contorted with exhaustion, regret, and anger.

"I'm sorry," he said, "that courier got the package wrong."

"Desire," the old man replied, "don't pass the blame on to others."

She dragged her exhausted body and left in disappointment. The young postman stared at the lonely figure.The old man was the widow of Shen Yiqin, a farmer in Pingding District.Shen Yiqin worked hard all his life, but in his later years, he was poisoned by accidental contact with sprayed pesticides. The foul-smelling dark green liquid soaked into his mouth and caused festering. He passed away after a week in the hospital.Since her children are all working hard in Changsha, she receives a monthly pension of ten hundred yuan bills from the government. Newspapers and books have become her spiritual comfort when she is alone.At that time, Lin Yujing didn't know why the old man left with a sigh. Later, he realized that the concept that elderly parents regard their children as investments is deeply rooted.

Later, Lin Yujing left Xunmenglou and went straight to the old man's residence with the long overdue magazines.He tried to compensate the old man by accompanying him, but he was repeatedly frustrated because of his busy schedule. Until the opening of the Beijing Olympics, the property management company decided to take a holiday.Seeing the opportunity, Lin Yujing extended an invitation to the old man, took a long-distance bus to Changsha to watch a rap performance, and then stopped by for dinner at the Fire Palace, where the old man's daughter worked as a chef.The old man agreed.That evening, the crowd dispersed, and the old man left accompanied by his daughter. Lin Yujing, who was half leaning on the red gatepost in front of the Fire Palace, squinted and stared at the light from the passing vehicles not far away. The residual alcohol that gradually anesthetized the brain It made this young man who was trying to drink for the first time be in a trance.Because he forgot about the road in the future, he staggered back and forth on the dark sidewalk, and his right palm was wiped with bloodstains in the process of rubbing against the roadside stone wall in order to explore the road.In the process of groping, he accidentally broke into a piano store. Everyone in the magnificent reception room who heard the glass door slam open turned their heads. If it wasn't for Lin Yujing's sane mind, the other party would have barged in recklessly. After making a reasonable explanation, those people thought they had encountered a ghost when they saw this foreigner with disheveled hair, bright red palms, and wine-stained clothes.Lin Yujing sensed that the people in the piano shop had no intention of expelling him, so he sat on the black leather chair with his legs crossed logically and carefully studied other people's piano performance.He has never been exposed to the piano since he was a child. For the Lin family, who was originally a farmer, being able to enjoy piano performance itself is a great luxury.He sat quietly and listened to the tuner's performance, and the chaotic audition around him did not disturb the player's position.The sound of the piano is as beautiful as heaven, Lin Yujing thought, it is a network composed of countless sounds interspersed and intertwined.The tuner finished the song, and he went forward to ask the thin plainclothes man if he could try it himself. After getting permission, he breathed into the palm of his hand to wipe off the dust on the surface, and then used his index finger to touch the white keys of the keyboard from beginning to end. over and over.The tuner stared at the visitor's amusing movements and remained silent. Lin Yujing listened attentively to the bouncing rhythm of the black keys without realizing it.Immediately afterwards, he put his hands together on the keyboard, and with the melodious sound of the zither indoors, the mellow moonlight outside the window, and the endless grand ideas he has made in his spare time since he came to this all-encompassing world, he began play...

On that quiet and mysterious night, he turned into a composer and walked along the blue sea.There was no one on the beach, and he walked along the golden sand. The soft sand quietly submerged his feet under the pure moonlight. A black reef as big as a millstone stood on the coast, and the silk dyed with dark blue paint Overwhelming.The sea blue is reflected in the sky, and an arc of pure moon is cast, dripping mercury on the undercurrent of silk.The composer is holding a stack of staves and a pen that absorbs enough blue ink, and his right hand is shaking rapidly, preparing to print the beautiful notes like tadpoles, because he intends to record the quiet environment around him with a piece of harmonious music.

The composer frowns abruptly and stops, because just now he has detected the sudden sound of waves on the sea with the sensitive hearing unique to pianists: the night has passed the time of low tide, and it is far away from high tide at this moment, but the magnificent waves of the coming sea are rolling and flying .Far from terrifying and panicking the composer, the wave welcomed this unnatural phenomenon with open arms.At the beginning, the sea was just slapping the shore with curly waves and leaving very shallow marks on the reef, but the waves became more urgent and more powerful as time passed.They happily yelled and devoured the surrounding reefs, sand and trees, forcing the composer to avoid the ravages of more than a dozen huge waves and tides, and ran to the mountains where there were no trees that could be easily struck by lightning. On the mountain made of processed concrete, it occupies a place where one can overlook the mountain, listen to the language of nature with one's ears, and record sudden shifts of tone with one's hands.The music score in his hands is from the calmness at the beginning, to the development of the waves, and to the current tide. He summed up the three progressive elements into one section.Before the circle of rests and the cat's eye of prolonged sound appear under the pen that seems to never run out of ink, the roar of the sea has stopped.

The composer finished writing the manuscript and was about to go down the mountain. A roar shattered his dream of spending a quiet night by the sea in his mind. The second sound made the god of thunder and the god of rain descend on the sea at the same time.Tens of thousands of silver needles pierced the dark night, piercing the body into the newly smoothed silk.The sound of thunder and rain agitated the sea water to resound throughout the universe, and under the encouragement of the two gods, thousands of tons of sea water were rolled up to form a tornado.The tornado did not rush to the shore, but to the center of the sea.Regardless of the wind and rain, the composer stood up on the mountain of ten thousand stones, and used his sleeves to resist the score that was wet by the rain.At that moment, he saw the instigator of the shocking sea in the tornado composed of sea water: she was glowing with golden light and silver light, with flowing lines all over her body, and flashes of white light in the deep darkness.She raised her soft hair, and the moonlight reflected a layer of ripples, making her pretty face even more radiant.She is a demon, standing between the sky and the earth, between the wind and the wind, and began to sing beautifully.The composer frantically scratched the paper with a pen, his face fascinated: this is an epic of heaven and earth, light and darkness, elements and nothingness, reason and emotion, a piece of music.The bang awakened part of the composer's emotions. He hesitated, wondering why he recorded so quickly, because the notes sung from the mouth of the nixie jumped onto the paper without even touching the manuscript with the pen.

A few hours later, the wind calmed down and the rain stopped. The singing of the water monster who was once the king of the blue sea and the roaring thunder that resounded through the sky gradually stopped, and the tornado gradually turned into green smoke and dissipated.The composer completed the score with incredible speed.After he wrote the last note, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and cut through the night, implying the end of the siren's rule.When the last beam of light was wiped out, the sea rolled up a huge wave of [-] meters to commemorate the last time when the water demon left.With the sea breeze blowing, the composer threw the score with hundreds of bars into the sky, and the latter turned into a butterfly and disappeared into the sky... He tried to follow the pair of lovers, but a step in the air woke him up from his dream, and he sighed It was as if a hand was shaking his shoulder vigorously.

"Sir, are you okay?" The tuner's concerned expression appeared in his eyes.

"It turned out to be a dream." Lin Yujing was still in shock, blinking his eyes and trying to shake off the water droplets on his eyebrows, "Please tell me what happened just now."

Then the tuner explained to Lin Yujing that he had just heard a staggering sound when he was auditioning the Yamaha upright piano next to his seat, and turned his head to see the drunken customer lying face down on the floor unconscious personnel.The tuner then came to help Lin Yujing up, but he saw that his whole body was limp, a stench mixed with alcohol foam was coming out of his half-turned mouth, his eyes were sometimes erratic and sometimes dull, and his mouth was trembling like a fever one after another.The tuner had encountered this situation many times, so he asked the waiter to pour cold water on Lin Yujing's flushed face, and shook his shoulders with the force of punching through the wooden desk back then. I was relieved and revived in the strange dream, and after listening carefully to the tuner's narration, I felt ashamed and expressed my sincere apology for my casualness and recklessness.Lin Yujing left immediately after tidying up, even though he never touched the keys once from the beginning to the end.The dream that made him fall into hallucinations was immediately forgotten, and it was not brought up again until the Spring Festival half a year later.

Half a year later, on New Year's Eve, the only place where fireworks are allowed in Xinyou Linyuan residential area