casual and fun

None of the four of them had a good time this Spring Festival tonight.

As soon as Chen Nan picked up the bamboo flute, she was habitually nervous, always thinking that she must master the tune quickly and find time to practice guitar later;

After nearly a year of busy work, Yang Sile suddenly got idle, feeling uncomfortable all over;

Lin Li had a basketful of homework, and for the first time, stayed at home to study unkempt;

Xie Chen went to banquets with his parents, had dinner with the president of Qingjiang's Composer Association at noon, and was surrounded by a group of business leaders at night, performing four-handed playing with the daughter of his father's partner, like a busker.

On New Year’s Eve, the whole family reunited, and the time was relatively free. Yang Sile sent New Year’s greetings and lucky red envelopes in the band group. Only Chen Nan replied, and returned a red envelope, saying that Brother Yang was generous.

Yang Sile didn't know what to reply.He gave up completely.

Tonight followed in the footsteps of Chen Xu's Half Cigarette Band and fell apart.

The next day was the first day of the Lunar New Year. Since there were no close relatives in Qingjiang who needed to be visited, Yang Sile ran out early in the morning to find Shi Nian to play.

He desperately needs the energy of the year to soothe his soul.

After Shi Nian returned to Qingjiang, he has been living with Shi Zhengguo. When Yang Sile knocked on the door, he was recovering from his cello in his bedroom. It was Shi Zhengguo who opened the door.

As soon as Yang Sile entered the room, he heard the sound of the piano, and did not disturb him, but sat alone in the living room and flipped through the newspapers Shi Zhengguo had subscribed to.Shi Nian was a little thirsty after playing the piano for more than two hours. He went out to pour water and found that Yang Sile was sitting on his sofa without knowing it. He didn't know how long he had been there.

Shi Zhengguo shut himself in his study to write the outline of the script. He sat next to Yang Sile with a water glass, kissed him on the face, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you come into the room to find me? I didn't even know you were here. "

Yang Sile closed the book and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you won't be able to concentrate."

Shi Nian immediately noticed something was wrong.

In Shanghai, if he had kissed Yang Sile on his own initiative, Yang Sile would have to kiss him back at least five times before it was over.He was obviously in a bad mood today, and it was so bad that he was indifferent to his relatives.

He pulled Yang Sile into the bedroom and asked if something bad happened to him. Yang Sile felt that his troubles were all clichés, so he didn't tell him, and just let him continue practicing the piano without worrying about himself.

Shi Nian couldn't help but care.

He lingered for a while, then suddenly grasped the bow, and played songs other than the etudes on the music stand based on his impressions.

Yang Sile sat on the floor leaning on the edge of the bed, quietly staring at his side face, and when the song ended, he held the ground and said, "I can tell, it's "Tonight."

"Correct answer." Shi Nian said modestly, "It's been a long time since I checked, some places may not be very accurate."

Yang Sile shook his head, his face became softer: "Yes, you remember very well."

Shi Nian wanted to try harder to coax him, and played a new melody.But after a few notes, he stopped, as if lost in memory.

"The one just now doesn't count, I'll start over." He hummed the prelude, followed with his left hand to find the matching scale on the strings, and started the second attempt.

This time it went much smoother.

Yang Sile heard that he was playing "Song of the Chicken Cubs".

Shi Nian doesn't know how to sing, let alone write lyrics. He tried to scrape the score to the end, and only dared to sing the last line of the lyrics that was tampered with.

"Yangyang, Yangyang, look back, you've been here every year."

In order to highlight the cheerfulness of the music style, he repeated it again, adding the accent like an allegro: "In! Here! Here!"

Yang Sile laughed so hard that he fell on top of him, and said in harmony, "Yangyang is watching, and has been watching."

Shi Nian touched his head with the hand holding the bow, and comforted him softly, "Don't be unhappy."

Yang Sile raised his face and looked at him for a while, then grabbed his fingertips and bit his mouth, saying, "Well, be happy."

Shi Nian leaned down with the cello in hand, and worriedly kissed the corner of his lips: "Oh, you're so easy to coax."

The two kissed in this position for a full 5 minutes before they parted. Yang Sile put his chin on Shi Nian's lap like a sleepy puppy after eating and drinking, and stretched out his hand to pluck the cello. Xian, on a whim, said, "Niannian, let's go skiing."

Shi Nian drank from a water glass and said regretfully, "I don't know how to ski..."

"It's okay, I can teach you, I learned it in Beijing." Yang Sile shook his legs with the strength of his body, coquettishly at him, "Let's go, let's go skiing, staying at home is so boring."

Shi Nian: "There's no ski resort in Qingjiang, right?"

Yang Sile: "Qingjiang doesn't have it, but Cangshan does. Let's go to Cangshan, and we'll be there soon after we set off."

Shi Nian was frightened: "Now?"

"Yes, now."

Yang Sile thought of what to do, straightened up and took out his mobile phone to check the train ticket: "There are only a few standing tickets left for the latest trip, can you accept it every year?"

It only took more than an hour from Qingjiang to Cangshan, but Shi Nian didn't mind standing there for a while, he had other scruples.

After staying in Shanghai for four months, it's been a long time since he had a meal with Shi Zhengguo. He wanted to stay at home with his empty-nest father, but also wanted to go out with Yang Sile.

In a dilemma, he chose to go to the study to seek Shi Zhengguo's opinion: "Dad, are you interested in the ski resort in Cangshan? Do you want to..."

Shi Zhengguo stared at the computer and said without hesitation, "No."

Shi Nian leaned against the doorframe of his study and tried to persuade him: "It's Chinese New Year, you write scripts at home every day, it doesn't look like your style at all, isn't your free and unruly soul lonely?"

Shi Zhengguo turned around: "No, I'm busy earning money with my soul. Are you lonely? Are you going to take a quick trip with your brother Yangyang?"

Shi Nian thought, can you see this?

Shi Zhengguo took out his wallet from his pocket, and took out a stack of pink banknotes that he just took out the day before yesterday, and was going to give red envelopes to relatives and children who came to visit: "Tell me, how much do you want."

"Are you really not going with us? You'll be back at night, so there won't be much time wasted." Shi Nian was still striving for peace of mind.

"You two kids go out to play, and I'll be alone... what can adults do with you? Change your diaper?" Shi Zhengguo counted the number of sheets, and slapped 1000 yuan on the desk, "Come and get it. If you don't think it's enough, don't go out." , two bankrupt brothers, you are here."

Shi Nian secretly thought that the child was unfilial, but falling in love with brother Yangyang is really fucking interesting.

He walked over, hurriedly put the money into his arms, and beat Shi Zhengguo's shoulder happily: "Enough, enough, thank you dad, thank you, thank you, I love you every year!"

Shi Zhengguo was unmoved: "If you really love me, wash your pile of dirty clothes before going out."

Shi Nian is willing to say one hundred times: "No problem!"

After washing, the clothes had to be dried, so Yang Sile happened to go to the supermarket outside the community to buy gloves and snacks for the road.

After Shi Nian finished drying the last piece of clothes, he glanced downstairs inadvertently—Yang Sile was standing tall and straight under the tree with a bag of things in his hand, just like the scene that had appeared in his memory several times, smiling and rushing Wave yourself.

He suddenly forgot his last name, he even forgot to say hello to Shi Zhengguo, put down the clothes hanger, picked up his cell phone and rushed downstairs.

Shi Zhengguo was soaking in instant noodles for lunch, and guessing that the elevator was about to go up and down, he leisurely swayed to the balcony, leaning on the railing, and watched Shi Nian happily jump into it like a bird that just learned to fly. In Yang Sile's arms.

At this time, Yang Sile was so full of eyes only for his Nian Nian that he didn't notice the sight from the top of his head, and kissed the tip of Shi Nian's nose openly.

Shi Nian chirped, chirped, chirped, kissed Yang Sile's forehead, left cheek, right cheek, chin, and finally the bridge of the nose in the middle.

Shi Zhengguo let out an "ooh", goosebumps fell all over the floor.

He heard from Fu Yi that Shi Nian was happy for them when he remembered Yang Sile, so he didn't think much about it. During this time, he stayed with Shi Nian and watched him holding his mobile phone and having fun all day long, avoiding himself and him. It was only after Yang Sile made a phone call that he gradually became suspicious.

Sure enough, as he expected, it was going to rain, Niang was going to get married, and Shi Nian was going to marry Yang Sile.

The truth was unmistakably in front of him, Shi Zhengguo was stunned for a moment, he couldn't get back the momentum he used to make a fuss about, it's a good thing that Shi Nian is willing to fall in love, let alone the person who knows everything about Yang Sile.

He stayed where he was and lit a cigarette, and when the two children went on an outing holding hands, and they were no longer seen walking away from the balcony, he seemed to have made up his mind, took out his cell phone and dialed Cen Wanping number.

Yang Sile and Shi Nian didn't know that Shi Zhengguo had fully grasped the evidence of their relationship. They talked and laughed along the way, and went straight to their destination as soon as they got off the train.

Cangshan Mountain is high in altitude, and this ski resort is the most famous natural ski resort in Southwest China. Many people choose to come here on the first day of the Lunar New Year.On the top of the open mountain, there are hearty screams, shouts for decompression, and laughter among relatives and friends after falling down.

Only by taking the cable car to a higher place and reaching the racing area for experienced enthusiasts and professional players, the snow is pure white, and the surroundings are like the moon palace described in "The Song of the Chicken Cubs".

There were not many people who dared to go to the racing zone, just a few of them, and the posture of diving into the buffer zone like lightning could attract everyone's attention, and Yang Sile couldn't even pretend to be invisible if he was so outstanding.

In order to teach Shi Nian, Yang Sile rented skis suitable for beginners with him, took him to warm up, and played with him in the crowded low-speed area below.

Shi Nian knew that he was eager for skills, so he told him not to worry about himself, and just go if he wanted to have fun.Fearing that he would fall and no one would take care of him, Yang Sile shook his head, and stayed by his side honestly.

Shi Nian pretended to be self-willed and said, "If you don't have fun, isn't it a waste of time? I won't skate anymore, you can play by yourself."

Yang Sile didn't dare to disobey: "Okay, okay, I'll go."

Shi Nian rolled his eyes at him: "I didn't force you."

"Yes yes yes, I voluntarily!" Yang Sile chuckled, and couldn't help but point to the cable car excitedly, "Then I'm going? You pay attention to safety, don't be shy if you fall, and ask the passers-by to help you. "

Shi Nian waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to leave quickly: "You should pay attention to safety the most. The slope is so steep, don't overshoot."

Yang Sile shook his hand through the glove: "Well, I know, you remember to look back later."

In order not to block the way of others, Shi Nian moved into the corner of the ski resort to watch him go up, and stood alone on the edge of the boiling crowd waiting for him to appear.

Although Yang Sile was wearing a black down jacket today, he rented a pair of goggles and a sky blue knitted hat, so he was still easily recognizable.Shi Nian saw it at a glance.

Yang Sile seemed to be riding the wind, two rows of flying fine snow splashed at his feet, the speed was so fast that his heart was suspended.

After entering the buffer zone, the speed gradually slowed down. Yang Sile boldly straightened his legs and waist, took off his hat, and raised his neck heartily into the air to calm his breath.

Immediately afterwards, he neatly turned the skis ninety degrees, applied a cool brake, and turned his head to look in the direction before leaving, but he failed to see the figure of Xinnian in the crowd, and failed to receive what he deserved. welcome.

So far away, so many people.

Shi Nian watched him silently, seeing that he was looking for himself everywhere to no avail, put on his hat and went back to the cable car with a disappointed face, almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Yang Sile needs friends so much, like-minded friends.

I can't ski, I can't write songs, I don't know musical instruments other than the cello, I don't know how to appreciate rock and pop, and I don't know how to deal with complex interpersonal relationships.Although in Yang Sile's mind, such a self is still irreplaceable—he has no doubt about it—but there are always some gaps that need to be filled by others.

Such as Chen Nan, Lin Li and Xie Chen.

It was already evening when Yang Sile swooped down for the fourth time, the sky was dark, most of the crowd dispersed, and he finally found Shi Nian.

He left the buffer zone, walked through the crowd, came to Shi Nian with a ski pole, and asked anxiously, "Where did you go just now?"

"I just went to the warm-up area to rest for a while." Shi Nian lied.

Yang Sile felt relieved, and dragged him to talk to the lights on the edge of the snow field: "Are you hungry? Do you want to go back?"

Shi Nian was still not proficient in walking on skis, so he was so tired that he squatted down on the spot to rest his legs.

"Not hungry, go skate for a while."

Yang Sile had had enough fun, now he just wanted to guard Shi Nian and not let him leave his sight.

"It's not slipping anymore, I'm so tired." He took off his goggles and lay down beside Shi Nian in big characters, panting.

Shi Nian stood up, observed him for a while, and said without reason: "You look like a chocolate ball embedded in cream."

Yang Sile looked down at his clothes, amused by his imagination.

"Then you are a birthday candle."

"The whole ski resort is one giant birthday cake, and your skateboard is a waxed plastic base, isn't it?"

Shi Nian nodded in admiration: "Like."

He carefully supported the ground and lay down, pillowed on Yang Sile's arm, and relayed: "Now we are two happy gingerbread men."

He grabbed a handful of snow and sprinkled it on the two of them: "This is icing."

Not to be outdone, Yang Sile raised his ski pole and said, "It's not the gingerbread man, it's Voldemort. I'm going to use black magic now, and cast an Imperius Curse on you, so that you can only like me in your lifetime."

Shi Nian fought him with a ski pole: "Bounce back, you can only like me."

Afraid of hurting him, Yang Sile threw away his ski poles, turned over and hugged him: "Guess who I am now?"

Shi Nian couldn't guess, "Who?"

"Xiaobai in "Crayon Shin-chan", a puppy on all fours." Yang Sile said, "If you are the earth."

Shi Nian thought for a while, got out of his arms, spread his legs, raised his hands above his head and closed his palms together: "I'm not. I'm a Mercedes-Benz, much faster than Xiaobai."

Yang Sile smiled for a while, then spread his legs apart, put a ski pole on the exposed snow in the middle, put his arms close to his ears, and closed his palms like him: "Niannian, what do you think I look like. "

Shi Nian sat up and thought about his strange posture for a long time: "Wooden characters?"

Yang Sile shook his head: "Pay attention to the position of my hands and the position of my ski poles."

Shi Nian's thinking was wrong, he felt that Yang Sile was like a pitiful little guy who was tied to the head of the bed and used toys for others.

"I can't guess, just tell me."

Yang Sile solved the mystery: "It is a sign of anti-nuclear warfare."

He removed the ski pole, lay flat again into a big character, looked up at the dim sunset, and said seriously: "I hope the world is peaceful."

Shi Nian laughed and beat the ground: "God damn world peace!"

Seeing him smiling so happily, Yang Sile was also infected so that the corners of his mouth rose: "This is really my greatest wish."

Shi Nian couldn't help laughing: "But it's really good to say so hahahahahahahaha!"

Yang Sile blushed, and pulled him back into his arms: "It's the second grade! I'll be the second grader until I die!"

Shi Nian lay on his side and stared into his eyes. Regardless of the eyes of passers-by, he leaned over and kissed his forehead: "You're right."

"Yang Si Le." He stopped laughing at all, and said in a deep voice, "You can form another band next semester. Didn't you say that there will be a club carnival in Yinzhong in April? You will be at the club carnival, just like before, Re-recruit bass, guitar, keyboard and lead vocals, okay?"

Yang Sile didn't expect that he was more worried about the band than he seemed, so he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

After a long silence, he stood up from the snow and held out his hand to Shi Nian: "Niannian, it's getting late, let's go home."

Shi Nian stood up with his strength, and was led by him towards the exit of the ski resort: "Why not? You play drums so well, you deserve a new band."

Yang Sile: "I'm self-taught, and my playing is so-so. Once you've seen a really good player, you'll see that I'm like a half-can of water jingling."

Shi Nian: "You just want to come back tonight, don't you?"

The wind is rustling, this is Yang Sile's answer.

"Then I'll talk to them, and I'll ask them. Lin Li finished the exam in June, and you have a lot of time in the summer vacation, which is completely enough for another live."

"You said that Chen Nan admires me very much. He will always give me some face, right? Xie Chen likes the band, there is no reason not to agree, I am sure..."

Yang Sile stopped in his tracks, turned around and interrupted him: "It's not like this, year after year. We think differently, and that's the crux of the matter. I'm also to blame for not choosing a good name. Tonight and tonight, nights are always short, Eyes open and close, just like our band."

Shi Nian tentatively asked, "So let's forget it?"

"Well, forget it, it's over." Yang Sile raised his hand to rub his hair, "I'm in a good mood for this trip, so don't worry. Let's go, or I won't be able to catch the train."

However, life is full of accidents, similar to going to celebrate Shi Nian's birthday, and fortune has to be against him, preventing him from being reconciled.

On the way back to Qingjiang, Shi Nian was so tired that he dozed off on his shoulder. He took the opportunity to read WeChat and deal with the thirty-odd private chat messages he received during skiing.

Most of them were students from Class 3 of Folk Music, and they said in the same way, "Don't forget whoever is rich and honored", he was confused and full of question marks.

He didn't understand what was going on until he clicked on Chen Nan's message.

"Brother Yang, come out soon! Our live video was uploaded to Station B, and it became popular for no reason, and now the number of views has exceeded 150 million!"

"But that's not the most important thing! The most important thing is, have you watched the Xiaonei website? If you haven't read it, hurry up!!!!"

Yang Sile was so frightened by the series of exclamation points that his heart trembled, he moved his fingers, and slid down anxiously.

Chen Nan gave him the spoiler.

"In short, someone recognized Mr. Shi and left a message at the bottom of the video saying that the cellist was his elementary school classmate, and asked him if his amnesia had recovered, and he didn't even need a score to play the violin."

"The idiot at our school is so fucking believable, he took a screenshot and posted the post. Now the Xiaonei network is completely blown up, so I can guess the reason for his suspension and say anything."

"In the past few days, you must not let Chief Shi go to the school's intranet, and ask him politely if he offended someone in elementary school."

"What disease is not good to make up, but amnesia? Is it because I am afraid that others will not see it as a rumor? I am Buddha."

Yang Sile's hands and feet were cold, colder than in the snow.

"Brother Yang?"

"Yang Sile!"

"I didn't answer the phone, and I didn't reply to the message. Why did you go! Something happened to your partner! Hurry up and put out the fire!"

The next message is in 10 minutes.

Chen Nan, who still couldn't wait for Yang Sile's reply, said, "Fuck...don't be real..."

The author says:

I wanted to write about their behavior and dialogue lying in the snow several years ago, but at that time, what I imagined was a be story, and the protagonists were two ambiguous and gender-neutral airs.I finally wrote it today, thank you Yangyang and Niannian for turning the trampled snow into real icing.