casual and fun

What should be forgotten cannot be forgotten, what should not be forgotten is forgotten very quickly.Shi Nian had a headache.

He took out the black leather notebook and signature pen that he carried with him from his schoolbag, and wrote on it: "Go to my father's house on Sunday to find the elementary school diary."

After finishing writing, he just stared at this line of words and thought for a while, and he couldn't help writing a big "Yang Sile" at the back.

Draw a question mark.

"Small name".

Draw a question mark.

How did he know my nickname?Did they call each other by nicknames before?What's Yang Sile's nickname?

Le... Le?

Lele looked around and found that Shi Nian had left at some point.So the tiny, imperceptible expectations in his heart also fell to nothing.

The aunts who were dancing left early, and those who were walking took their dogs home. The square was so quiet that only the horns of cars could be heard.He counted the equipment and deposited them in the office of the security department, and the time was exactly ten o'clock.

Lin Li was the first to leave after speaking.Xie Chen stayed at school all weekend, and had to rush back to the dormitory after the entrance guard.Chen Nan's mother came over to pick him up just a little bit, and was waiting at the intersection in front of the square.

Yang Sile said goodbye to them one by one, threw the empty mineral water bottle into the trash can, and walked towards the subway station with his schoolbag on his back.

He wiped the sweat off his neck casually, looked up at the dense trees, and suddenly realized that summer had arrived.

Time flies so fast, spring has not officially started when school starts to climb trees and practice flute.

"Yang Sile."

Shi Nian got up from the bench.

Yang Sile was taken aback, and turned his head to look at Shi Nian who was standing upright next to the cello case. He didn't know whether he was more happy or more annoyed.

"You didn't leave?"

The tone of voice subconsciously rose, it should be more happy, Yang Sile thought.

"Well, I'm waiting for you." Shi Nian said.

Yang Sile realized that his current appearance was not decent, sweaty and sticky, so he quickly threw his schoolbag in front of him to find toilet paper.

"Wait for me to do?"

Shi Nian said flatly, "You seem to know me very well."

Yang Sile stopped looking for toilet paper.

"Are we elementary school or junior high school classmates?"

Shi Nian said to himself: "I know I'm allergic to soy products, so I should be a classmate in elementary school."

Yang Sile raised his eyes and looked at him silently.

"But after such a long time, not everyone can remember me, sorry."

Shi Nian seemed to be understatement, but actually he was very nervous.

On the one hand, he was unwilling to reveal the fact that he was forgetful to his classmates in the same high school, and on the other hand, he was really curious about Yang Sile's identity.So he wanted to get some words out of the other party's mouth quietly, just a little bit, so he could go back and borrow some memories from the diary.

But Yang Sile, this Lele!Like a gourd with a dull mouth, he doesn't even fart!

Yang Sile took a step forward with a cold face: "It's okay."

"My name is Yang Sile."

One step forward.

"The poplar of the poplar, the company's director, and the music of the music."

One step further.

"I just transferred from Beijing to Class 3 of the Department of Folk Music Performance of Qingjiang Yinzhong this semester."

He stood still in front of Shi Nian with gloomy eyes.

"Do you remember now? Chief Shi."

Shi Nian didn't know where he said the wrong thing, and now he only felt a burst of displeasure at being offended.

He turned his face away, leaned back, and kept a polite distance from him: "...Remember."

Yang Sile smiled ironically, and moved closer, almost stepping on Shi Nian's shoe.

"You didn't remember. Look up and look carefully. I'll give you one last chance."

Shi Nian doesn't look at it.

Yang Sile simply stretched out his hand, firmly held his face and turned back to the front.

"I told you to see!"

For the first time in 17 years, he spoke to Nian Nian with such an angry voice and volume.

"How much have I grown taller, how much my appearance has changed, whether I wear glasses, whether my skin color has become fairer or darker. Shi Nian, do you remember?"

Shi Nian didn't have time to think about whether he remembered it or not, all he knew was that he was about to suffocate his mother's breath!

The airflow when Yang Sile opened his lips, and even the hot sweat evaporating from his pores, and that warm, moist, dreamlike, summed up the most straightforward desire | The boy's unique taste in the dream that made him suddenly realize for the first time, was all woven into the surrounding gas molecules, making him feel the beastly heartbeat and dry mouth before he became rational. , and the vigilance of being watched.

Above the collar of the tightly buttoned shirt, the bare|exposed cold white skin all turned into a pink that would tremble in the blink of an eye.

Can't watch anymore, my heart is about to explode...

"leave me alone!"

He pushed Yang Sile away, and gasped for breath while holding on to the piano case like the rest of his life.

"Speaking well will kill you?!" He glared at Yang Sile.

Yang Sile lost his temper completely.

Obviously, the time they separated was less than half of the time they grew up together, but Shi Nian could tell that it had been so long, and not everyone in him could remember such words.He originally wanted to ask Shi Nian how the band's performance was tonight, and whether he had changed his previous view of "wasting time".

Forget it this time.

"It's getting late, go home, lest you forget the way home."

Shi Nian was poked at the sore spot, and immediately exploded: "Yang Sile, what do you mean!"

"literal meaning."

Instead of looking for toilet paper, Yang Sile found a black marker pen from his stationery bag, and handed it to Shi Nian.

"Your, give it back to you."

Shi Nian frowned and straightened up, expressing doubts: "What mine?"

"don't want?"

Before Shi Nian could reply, Yang Sile raised his hand and threw the pen into the public trash can behind him.

"Then throw it away, it's so boring to keep it for myself."

Shi Nian followed the parabola and looked towards the trash can.

hollow ball.

Although he was completely unfamiliar with Yang Sile, he still felt a poignant "strangeness" when the pen landed on the messy garbage and made a muffled sound.

It seemed that Yang Sile was the one who shouldn't say such things, let alone do such things.

He sat on a bench that was blown cold by the river wind, watched Yang Sile walk into the subway station across the street, watched the street lights with poor contact flicker until they were completely extinguished, watched the wild cat sneak into the square with a dead mouse in its mouth The bushes never appeared again.

At twelve o'clock sharp, it's time to go home, so as not to forget the way.

Shi Nian got up, grabbed the handle of the piano case and walked aimlessly.

He remembered that he went to the primary school classmate reunion in the first summer vacation. There were about [-] people present, and none of the faces were memorable.He has to rely on other people's conversation content and voice characteristics throughout the process to distinguish who is the squad leader who organizes the activities, who is the sports committee member from the previous class, and who is pursuing the girl sitting next to him.

Trembling, careful, concentrated, not slack.

However, something went wrong.

He called the monitor's name in the face of another girl.

The children who had entered puberty early made a fuss and booed, and forced their heads down. He also had a crush on the monitor.Shi Nian couldn't argue with anything, turned into anger from embarrassment, and shouted: "Who likes her! How many times do I have to say it! I don't like it!"

The always methodical squad leader was stunned for a moment, his face flushed, and he stood there innocently, bearing the gazes of more than 20 people.

The next day, Shi Nian learned from a female classmate who criticized him a lot because of this matter: It turned out that everyone present knew that the monitor liked him and that the monitor was going to confess to him after the party, so they repeatedly told him I must come, that's why I used the word "also" to make a swarm of booing that day.

At that time, Shi Nian vaguely understood that the most difficult disease of amnesia is not the sudden and disorderly forgetting, but the inadvertent, not out of his intention, out of his own control, caused to others. harm.

Since then, his personality has changed drastically, he talks less, and social life is cut off. Apart from going to school, he plays the piano every day.

He no longer writes a diary, but only writes memos; he doesn’t like to go out to play, he only likes to stay in the room and practice fingering; he becomes very anxious, lest there will be a second “Brother Yangyang” who would be unconsciously forgotten by him even if he existed " and "Squad Leader".

He thought, maybe Yang Sile and I really know each other?What if I had a good relationship with him and used to be classmates who called each other by nicknames?What if I just forgot?

but--

Why?What am I doing wrong again?

Shi Nian lost his way, and really lost his way home.Numbly dragging the huge piano case, he wandered in this dark alley where no one passed by.

He really couldn't figure out why this disease would fall on his head without dying.

He told his elementary school classmates that he had just been diagnosed with amnesia, and the response he got was "Wanzun" full of screens.He told his deskmate in junior high school that he had a bad memory, and the deskmate replied perfunctorily, um, I can see it.After being admitted to Yinzhong, he asked his deskmate Zhang Qinghao to take care of him, but Zhang Qinghao was more fearful than him.

"The god of learning is humble. If you don't dare to be or not, it's almost as good as you cover me."

Shi Nian's eyes were red, and the fire of unwillingness was about to boil his blood.

He didn't know how many times he fantasized that everyone would wake up tomorrow and collectively lose their memory, and everyone's life would be restarted, and 70 billion people would be happy.Or, in the next second, all human beings will be extinct, and he will be the only one left, and die alone with the cello.

Well...impossible.But who the hell am I messing with? !

Shi Nian was irritable and helpless, his nose was sour from being so wronged.

He passed by a musical instrument store, and the anger he had nowhere to vent forced him to kick over the tin trash can at the door and crush it flat like a soda can.

Step on it!

But when he raised his foot and was about to put his growing desire for destruction into action, he caught a glimpse of two figures, one large and one small, not far away from the corner of his eye.

The boy who looked like an older brother was half squatting, holding a skinny little girl on his lap, holding small hands with big hands, going left up and right down, left back and right front.The two snuggled up in front of the window glass, gesticulating slowly.

Shi Nian glanced at the products in the window, then looked up at the signs of other stores around him, and finally withdrew his foot to kick the trash can silently.

This is Music Street, and that store has cellos in its window.

This brother is teaching his sister to play the cello.

The hot tears that had been hanging in the eye sockets for a long time rushed out.

Shi Nian collapsed.Holding the piano case, he bent down and wept silently on his knees.

He didn't know if this scene reminded him of anything, he was simply pierced by a kind of emptiness and sadness that permeated all his memories.

When you are anxious and insomnia, when you look at a familiar face but can’t remember the name, when you are teased by your classmates as a comedy character, when you suddenly forget Brother Yangyang, when you recite the score day and night to test the school band , When I fell in love with someone at first sight for the first time in my life, I spent a few nights picking up the score of Stone Rose and Arctic Monkey for this person, pretending to be indifferent and lying to him that it was given by a friend, and then he rejected it with a single sentence.

Shi Nian grabbed the piano case and knelt down with his hands, unable to hide his crying any longer, he pursed his mouth like a child, and sobbed extremely aggrieved.

He is so tired.He is so tired.

"elder brother."

A small withered hand reached out to Shi Nian holding toilet paper, just in time to catch a large teardrop dripping from his chin.

"Brother Xiaobai. Don't cry."

The girl tugged on Shi Nian's shirt sleeve with the other hand, speaking in a soft voice.

Shi Nian stopped crying for the time being, and looked up at the brother and sister who had squatted in front of him at some point.

The girl looked up at the boy who was holding him: "Let me just say, Brother Xiaobai must be sick."

Shi Nian sniffed: "Little friend, you've got the wrong person."

The little girl shook her head: "I remember you, you are Brother Xiaobai, the brother Xiaobai who is very good at playing the cello."

Shi Nian was secretly surprised, and asked the boy of the same age behind her for help.

The boy took the paper and stuffed it into his palm, and said impatiently, "It's to praise you for being fair."

The little girl wriggled shyly in her brother's arms: "I say it myself."

She explained to Shi Nian herself: "Brother Xiaobai was on the stage at that time, and the light was so white and white, I saw it right away."

The more Shi Nian listened, the more he couldn't understand. He forgot to cry for a while, and just stared blankly at her thin face.

"Although many people in our ward are as white as you, none of them are as good-looking as you." The little girl chuckled, "You are the prettiest among the sick children."

Then she turned her head and added: "Brother Xiangfei is the second most beautiful."

Shi Nian thought, what a familiar name.

Mu Xiangfei corrected: "I am not sick, and this brother is not sick either."

Shi Nianqiang touched the little girl's head with a smile, and her eyes turned red again.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, my brother is sick, a disease that cannot be cured."

Mu Xiangfei sounded awkward: ...No need, really no need.

The little girl sighed maturely: "No wonder Brother Xiaobai couldn't come to teach me the cello. It turned out that he was sick. It must be in pain, that's why he couldn't come."

Shi Nian was confused.

The little girl didn't care, she stretched out her little finger to hook him up: "Brother Xiaobai must listen to the doctor, get well soon, and teach me how to play the real cello when you are well."

Shi Nian was still in a daze.

Mu Xiangfei cleared his throat, hid behind his sister and mouthed to him with a hostile face: "Say, yes."

Shi Nian looked back at the little girl hesitantly, and had no choice but to hook her up: "...OK."

Mu Xiangfei heaved a sigh of relief, got up and pushed the little girl on his arms to sit her down: "Brother Xiaobai is going home, and the time I promised to nurse sister is almost up, let's go back to the hospital to sleep, shall we?"

The little girl looked at Shi Nian reluctantly, and wanted to hold his hand: "We hooked up, and we can't stop coming this time."

Shi Nian has no guarantee: "Brother, fight for it."

Mu Xiangfei covered one of his sister's ears with one hand, and said to Shi Nian expressionlessly, "Shi Nian, I'll discuss it with you later, and you should release me from the blacklist first."

In fact, his tone didn't look like he was talking to someone.

Shi Nian stood up unsteadily, nodded indistinctly, waited until the brother and sister had walked away, then stared, and reacted slowly—how did this person know that my name was Shi Nian? ? ?

He immediately took out his phone and opened the blacklist on WeChat.

There was only one person lying in it: surnamed Mu, surnamed Xiangfei.

Shi Nian: ...

Oh, it turned out to be him?

I remembered.

The author says:

In a few chapters, Yangyang will know the truth, and let me have one last blow, I really want to see cute being wronged every year.