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Wang Haodi brought the documents that Zhong Liang had processed to the regular meeting. Zhong Liang and him had taken over the Xianheng T country branch for about half a year, and there were still many official affairs that had not been properly arranged.He left the guitar in the room, but he was worried. When he went out, he reminded Zhong Liang that if Zhong Liang wanted to go out, he must wear more clothes.

Under Joey's routine rounds, Zhong Liang had no choice but to agree to go downstairs for a walk in the afternoon under his "coercion and lure".

The time after lunch is the most warm and comfortable, and everyone is lazy.

Zhong Liang wore a down jacket that almost reached the floor, half of his face was hidden in the scarf, and a knitted hat covered most of his forehead, leaving only a pair of amber eyes, reflecting the snow and ice outside the house.He wears thick clothes and carries a guitar on his back. He walks carefully, but with a clear goal.

He has liked the tree in the northeast corner for a long time, and he went there with Wang Haodi last time.The air is fresh and there are few people.

The bench under the tree facing the iron fence is still uncleaned, and the snow is piled up like a white fluffy blanket, which can be sunk in it.

Zhong Liang stretched out his leather-gloved hand and swept off the snow and dead leaves. The guitar stood at one end of the bench, lifted the hem of the down jacket, and then slowly sat down at the other end.

Slowly exhaling, water vapor gathered on the scarf.Leaning on the back of the chair and looking up, half of the leaves of the trees are stained with snowflakes, and the other half is the white and flawless sunny day after the snow.The hustle and bustle is far away from him, as if the joys and sorrows of the world are also far away from him.

His hands unconsciously rested on his stomach.From now on, he will probably be alone.

Or take a companion with the guitar next to it, like a pair of weather-beaten travelers, living together in the freezing weather.

Zhong Liang took off the gloves and put them on the side of the bench, and took the guitar out of the box.

I pressed the winding string with my left hand, and I haven't played for a long time. The callus is a little thin, and my fingers are cold, and I can feel the tingling from the fingertips.

After tuning, Zhong Liang held the guitar in a daze.He touched the body of the piano over and over again, tapped the panel lightly, and plucked the strings unconsciously. It was a familiar touch, but he couldn't get back his previous mood.

When I was young, I learned to play the guitar with my mother. When I grew up a little bit, I wanted to earn a living by playing and singing on the guitar, and then I couldn’t help but sing there. How many times did I really do what I wanted?

Fingers moved following the melody that suddenly appeared in my mind, gentle and soothing ballads, with affectionate love, every note that flowed out, leaving shallow traces on the snow, as if I had passed by before, and gone.

Zhong Liang knew that this was "Romance De Amor", the first time he practiced the complete piece with the guitar.Every time he played it, there seemed to be someone whispering softly in his ears, a pair of warm hands wrapped his fingers, and the fingertips pressed against his nails, leading him to find the position of the strings.

The guitar is still the same as before, and the strings have been changed many times, but every second of vibration is as agile and melodious as before.

At this moment, he finally understood why his mother seemed lonely every time she played this piece.Because no matter how many times you play it, the strings will not be hot and hot due to the slight vibration, and the person you think of will not appear with the music.

It seems that such a state of mind is particularly appropriate.The bird among the branches above the head fluttered its wings and flew away, leaving the whole world to Zhong Liang alone.

End with a light strum at the end.

Zhong Liang was still thinking about it in the dense white mist of his breath.

There was only a creak behind him, and the branch broke.

Zhong Liang woke up with a start, and looked back vigilantly.

Like a frightened rabbit, the small figure retreated behind the tree in an instant.

But a hem of clothes was exposed beside the tree trunk.

Zhong Liang curled his lips, forgiving him for inadvertently breaking in.With a flick of the finger, he played the brisk "Little Star" again.

The man was finally willing to poke his head out, looked at Zhong Liang's back timidly, hid back, then stretched out again, and repeated several times.

"Come out." Zhong Liang said softly.

There was no response for a long time.Then, a little boy slowly walked around one meter in front of Zhong Liang, looking down at his toes.

Zhong Liang pressed his right hand on the strings, stopped all sounds, and looked at him quietly for a moment.At the age of seven or eight, about beta, he was wearing a dirty thick coat, and his red and cold fingers were uneasily digging at the hem of the coat in front of him.

"come over."

The little boy quickly glanced at Zhong Liang, then shook his head at a loss.

Zhong Liang picked up the glove from his side and stretched out his right hand towards the boy.

The little boy hesitated, and after a while, he passed his left hand over.

Zhong Liang gently helped him put on the gloves, and saw that there was an indwelling needle on the inside of his wrist, and the surrounding area was a little swollen. It must have been infused for a long time.

"Does it hurt? What's your name?" Zhong Liang asked, pulling him in front of him, and putting on the other glove for him.

The little boy shook his head, as an answer to the first question. "... Serena."

"Sit here." Zhong Liang helped him pull up his coat and hat, and untied half of his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. The two were very close, as if they had known each other for a long time.After doing all this, Zhong Liang asked, "Well...what song do you want to hear?"

"...Do you know it?" Serena spoke slowly.

"You can tell me first."

"Then... "Auld Lang Syne"."

Zhong Liang smiled, this is not difficult.With a flick of the finger, the melody pours out.Although not as melodious as the bagpipes, there is a kind of sentimentality that is too much to talk about.

Serena stared at the guitar intently, and hummed softly.

Zhong Liang didn't make a sound to disturb him.

The melody belongs to me, and the singing voice belongs to Serena.They are close together, like two bubbles next to each other, each with a world.

The immature child's voice flutters, passing through the iron fence and the barrier of ginkgo, and spreading to the distance.

...

Zheng Heen called Li Jin and said that he was working in Joey's laboratory today and would not come to see him.

Before the snow melted, Li Jin took his camera to the garden, intending to take some snow scenes.He was the only one, as if he had no restraint, and he had somewhat recovered to his previous state.

Traveling alone used to be commonplace for him. When he was a student, he often only carried a backpack and a camera, slept in a simple youth hostel, and ate street food.This feeling, even after working for many years and netting tens of millions, he still never forgets it.

He should have enjoyed being alone like this, enjoying the feeling that there is only him and nature in this world.He can blend into any molecule in the air, instead of being an ignorant alien in the crowd, but pretending to accept the praise of others with peace of mind.

Now he can't even leave the nursing home alone. Dr. Anna said that he still needs someone to accompany him to avoid accidents along the way.

He vaguely remembered the cause of everything. He wandered around the gate of the villa in Duxin Mansion for a few days alone, and was cleared away as a suspicious person.It didn't take long to sneak in again, and Yeyeku sat in front of the white door until dawn, neither crying nor fussing, but holding on to the doorknob tightly, no one else could pull it open.

He felt that he was withering day by day, and more than half of his three souls and six souls were drained.The rest are lingering, and have no energy to think and analyze.

This is not how he should be, he thought he was not so vulnerable.But it turns out he was overestimating.

So he could only temporarily hand over the work to Jin Yihui.

Not long has passed, but it seems that it has been a long time, and the pain and hatred in my heart have become numb, and a thick cocoon has been ground.

Tobacco, alcohol, substitutes, no cure.

Li Jin saw all kinds of people in the nursing home. They were elderly and needed rest, or they were suffering from mental disorders. The world was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if all the ups and downs of the past had been buried, leaving only shells that lost their souls.

The sanatorium in winter is too bleak, and it becomes even more cramped when the snow falls.Li Jin searched everywhere, but couldn't find any particularly satisfactory scenery.

Moreover, the first-generation product stuck to the back of his neck made him restless, as if a rope was tied around his neck, and he couldn't get out of this predicament no matter what.

Finally, I arrived under the pavilion in the northwest corner.The white pavilion is like wearing a new dress, and a layer of snow is piled on the edge of the pavilion, like a new step.A few days ago, the snow was strong and the wind was light, and there were not many traces in the pavilion, and no one cared about it.

Li Jin stepped across the snow, and suddenly saw a black mass under the ginkgo tree not far away.Taking a closer look, I found that it was a squatting person, just like Li Jin, wrapped in black clothes, staring intently at a piece of land in front of him, like a black mushroom growing out of the snow.

Li Jin leaned against the railing, quietly observing the man.

Behind the man was a string of irregular shoe prints, as if walking and stopping, looking for something.In front of me was a piece of pure white snow.He didn't move, and An An's heart was petrified.

What are you looking at so preoccupied, is it observing the melting of snowflakes?Or is there something in the snow?

Rarely curious, Li Jin approached the man lightly from a certain distance, trying not to disturb him as much as possible, and stopped five steps away.The camera has become the perfect camouflage at the moment.Li Jin picked up the camera and began to randomly take pictures around him. There was a constant "click, click", and he secretly glanced at that person from time to time.

Soon, Li Jin felt that he was probably crazy, how could he do such a boring thing.Obviously there was nothing there, and it was exactly the same as the scenery he had seen before, even the land that the man was looking at was zoomed in by him with a camera, and it was very clean.

However, he was a little unwilling. After thinking about it, he also imitated that person's posture and squatted down slowly.

Then he seemed to hear a very slight singing, coming from an unknown direction, a very immature child's voice, accompanied by a familiar melody, "Auld Lang Syne", played by guitar...

Li Jin's expression suddenly stiffened.Several figures unconsciously flashed in my mind, some were surrounded by barbed wire in a dark corner with a microphone erected in front of them, and some were in the living room where the setting sun was spreading, with slender and graceful necklines.The man raised his eyes and turned his head, his face was deliberately blurred by Li Jin, turning into a ball of light and shadow.

He suddenly looked in the direction of the ginkgo tree. The park next door was hidden in the gap between the iron fence and the bushes, and he couldn't see anything clearly.And the people squatting beside them were muttering words, not knowing whether they were talking or singing along.

Li Jin shook his head, stood up in a state of embarrassment, hurriedly walked, and quickly left from the other side.

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