[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

The date of the performance is approaching, and the rehearsal has entered the final stage. There is no overhead light in the auditorium, so it looks a bit dim. The rehearsals on the stage are stuck one after another, and the people in the audience are moving around.However, because the school is basically on holiday, the performance rehearsal, which is usually attended by many people, has few spectators sitting in the audience, and the rows of seats look empty when viewed from the stage.

It was Yu Wenzhou's turn to take the stage next, and the one in front of him was a junior from their department, and this time he also played a newly written piano piece.Yu Wenzhou stood at the back and rolled up his music score in his hand, his fingers tapped lightly to the rhythm. He stood at this angle and could clearly see the audience clearly. Of course, there are not many audiences in the audience now. , a few of them looked like they were waiting for their male and female friends to call it a day and go back from work. Sitting there, they were obviously absent-minded. He smiled, moved his gaze to the side, and saw Huang Shaotian sitting in the corner seat, with his head bowed. I don't know what I'm looking at.

Only the top of his head could be seen from him, and there were some lights on the stage that were turned on for illumination, the audience below the stage was already very dark, Huang Shaotian was trapped in that darkness, and he couldn't see clearly.

Huang Shaotian didn't come to the previous rehearsal, they just ran into each other in the hall just now, Yu Wenzhou also just arrived, rushing backstage with the music score, Huang Shaotian was still carrying the piano, as if he had just come out of the piano room.

"Come to see the rehearsal?" Yu Wenzhou stopped and waited for him to go with him. "Actually, this rehearsal is nothing to watch. This year's repertoire is not very good."

Huang Shaotian said with a smile: "I guess so, you can see that if I don't go on stage, the level of excitement will definitely be a lot less, and I looked at the people we have joined this year, and the level is not very good. Don’t go on, but the boy slipped away as soon as he finished the exam, and the team leader couldn’t catch him, so he changed him in the end, alas, this year’s award probably won’t be with us..."

As he spoke, he sighed seriously, as if he suddenly had a sense of honor in the department at this time, and felt sorry for their department's failure to win the award.

"I just have one piece of music, and I queue up for 10 minutes backstage, and there are four minutes for the piece, just wait for me." Yu Wenzhou smiled and shook the score in his hand, "Do you want to go backstage with me?"

"No, I'll wait for you below. When the time comes, do you come out from that exit? I'll sit on the side of the aisle, so you can see it as soon as you get there." Huang Shaotian pointed to the seat over there and said.

"Okay." Yu Wenzhou nodded in agreement, and walked directly to the backstage.

But now he stands on the stage and watches him from a distance. In the past, Huang Shaotian always stood on the stage to perform, and he sat and watched him from the audience. Most of the time he knew that Huang Shaotian could not see the audience at all, let alone Knows where he is, but he still enjoys being able to watch him on stage so constantly and silently.

Although he was in darkness off stage, there was something brighter than light in his sight.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and laughed, and then he heard the staff call his name, and it was his turn to take the stage.

It was only a few short steps from him to the edge of the piano. Before he sat down on the piano bench, he saw Huang Shaotian raised his head and looked towards him. He lowered his head and put down the music score, and then began to play himself.

Huang Shaotian sat there, next to his piano case, clutching a stack of music scores in his hand, with a lot of written and drawn marks on it, which made the score that was already dense due to its high difficulty look even denser. He looked at Yu Wenzhou stepped onto the stage, bowed slightly to the audience, and clenched his fingers unconsciously.

He hasn't had any practice homework these days. This is a song he found to practice. He used this song to take the exam at the end of the semester, but he never used it to participate in any performance. There are not many opportunities for this song, so it took a lot of effort to get started again in the past two days.

The thin calluses on the fingers rubbed against the paper slightly, and the voice was so subtle that it was hard to hear.And the lights on the stage were not on, Yu Wenzhou played his composition seriously with his head down, the sound of the piano was familiar and pleasant, and everything was calm as usual.

In fact, he didn't have many opportunities to sit under the stage to watch Yu Wenzhou's performance. Playing the piano, what is full of thoughts is another piece of music and a simple sentence.

The playing time was very short, and Yu Wenzhou quickly came down from the stage and walked to him. Huang Shaotian got up from his seat, turned the sheet music over and stuffed it into his bag, put the piano case on his back, and the two of them went out from behind together. It was still dark, but the hall was brightly lit. Yu Wenzhou looked at Huang Shaotian and asked, "What are your plans for a while?"

What he asked was only later, this very brief night, but he also saw something unusual from Huang Shaotian's expression.When he came here today, he wanted to talk about more than what they were going to do tonight.

He has made up his mind.

Yu Wenzhou knew it in his heart, but he still felt uneasy.This kind of emotion is also novel to him. He is used to it with a well-thought-out plan on weekdays, and everything is nothing new. Even with these occasional things that are out of control, it can make his heart beat a lot faster.

Although apprehensive, he was calm enough.He thought that no matter what Huang Shaotian's final decision was, he would respect and support it.

"Actually, it's nothing serious, just... I want to play a piece of music for you." Huang Shaotian answered quickly, with a brisk tone, and laughed as he spoke, but he held the strap of the piano case on his shoulder, like As if affirming what he said, he repeated again, "I want to play a song for you."

Yu Wenzhou has heard this sentence too many times. In the past six months, he has heard Huang Shaotian say this sentence countless times in various tones and moods. The scale of the melodic beauty, as well as the new concerto he practiced in class, and occasionally some small tunes that came up on his own whim, all kinds of things, superimposed together make this sentence seem plain, as if they are A blank staff has nothing, and now he just wants to play a piece of music for him.

But he knew it wasn't.

So he replied: "Okay, just so I have something to say to you."

They went to the Qinfang building together. The weather was gloomy. The forecast said there would be snow for several days, but it never fell. The northwest wind kept refusing to go. The wind howled every day, like a dedicated person Unprofessional accompaniment.

The two people with their own concerns stood under the piano room building, but they were both stunned. Now the school has entered the pre-holiday mode, and the piano room building is only open until [-] pm according to the usual practice in previous years. He came in the morning and left at noon, and he didn't notice this. Now he looked down at his watch, it was just after five o'clock, but the lights in the whole building were turned off, it was dark, and he couldn't get in.

This sudden accident broke Huang Shaotian's serious emotions that had been silently brewing along the way. He looked at the closed door of the piano room building dumbfounded, thinking that this experience was really ill-fated, and he couldn't play it in the piano room. Where are you going?

"No way...it was open at the beginning of the school year, and it was open at the latest now, why is it closed so early during the holidays! Have you considered the feelings of the students who are as hardworking as me? The piano room that was promised is my family's love and everyone's. The door is closed and I come in Where can I love it..." Huang Shaotian felt sad because of his solemn and solemn emotions that had disappeared, he raised his hand to support his forehead, and silently recited many times in his heart that good things are hard to come by, and then looked at Yu Wenzhou. Thinking of the fact that the piano room was going to be closed early at this time, he was a little surprised, but he didn't show it much. Huang Shaotian thought about it, if he couldn't be in the piano room, he wouldn't be there. It's a rule that you can't play in other buildings, so it's no big deal to play outside. Yes, besides, he has gone all out, so it doesn't matter where he pulls.

He didn't want to wait any longer. He had hesitated for too long and thought too much. Although he wouldn't change his mind if he waited one more day, he just didn't want to wait any longer.

Just like changing the bow and bow when playing, the best entry point is always only at that moment. If it is too early, it will appear impatient, and if it is prolonged, it will appear hesitant. Both of these are mistakes that he despises very much and will never make.

"Oh, come on, it's okay if you don't go to the piano room. Are you cold in Wenzhou? We can just stay outside...it won't be long, I didn't plan to play you a complete concerto hahaha don't worry." Huang Shaotian four I looked down and pointed in one direction. Over there was an artificial lake built by the school. There were straight poplar trees neatly planted beside it. Of course, the leaves were all gone now. There are benches under the side trees, and there are often people reciting books there in the morning, but now there are no people there.

"I can do it, the performers don't care, and of course the audience won't." Yu Wenzhou smiled and walked along with him, "It's just...won't your fingers feel cold when you pull it outside?"

They stood still by the lake, the surroundings were so quiet that no pedestrians could be seen, only the rustling sound of the cold wind blowing.When Huang Shaotian took off his gloves, he felt that Yu Wenzhou's question was very constructive. It is true that the place is quiet and the atmosphere is good, but the weather is so fucking cold, but he didn't say anything more, and threw the gloves away. He went into the bag, moved his fingers, and took out the piano.

From the moment he took the qin in his hand, he suddenly felt at ease. He didn't feel how cold it was now, nor did he feel how annoying the constant cold wind was. He turned his back to the frozen artificial Yu Wenzhou leaned against a tree and stood not far from him, as if waiting for him to start playing every time—but not quite the same.

He actually had a lot of things in his heart that he wanted to say to him, but at this time, he stubbornly wanted him to finish listening to this piece of music first, so he took a deep breath and said, "I have never played this song for you before." One, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and I probably haven't dealt with it properly in some places, so listen to it."

After speaking, he shook his fingers again, set up the piano and stopped the bow, ready to start playing.

The moment the first triad full of strength and tension was accompanied by a short sound, Yu Wenzhou recognized what the song was, and he was a little stunned, although he also thought about Huang Shaotian's possibility on the way here. I would play some tune for him, but I never thought it would be this one.

They have analyzed and explained this piece countless times in class, its beautiful and precise structure, its perfect application of polyphony and counterpoint, its self-evident significance in music history... …The knowledge that he had been familiar with for a long time in the past all went through the scene in his mind like a lantern, but nothing remained. At that moment, he only remembered its name, which was Bach's Unaccompanied Violin Suite No. [-] The last movement of the second piece - is Bach's "Chaconne".

Yu Wenzhou is very familiar with this set of unaccompanied suites. He can even clearly remember how many bars there are in each movement, how many modulations are used, and where the structure and counterpoint are exquisite. There is no performance mark at all, and he can also clearly analyze the differences in how each modern performer handles different places, who uses a lenton bow here, and who uses a descending bow to draw chords, he knows all of these , but knowing these things is meaningless now. He listened to Huang Shaotian's performance, and he couldn't remember those rules and regulations at all.

Huang Shaotian stood in front of him, concentrating on playing. The cold environment did not affect him too much. He played every switch between different strings, and every combination of chords with precision.

The opening part in D minor is filled with a lot of polyphony and double tones. These difficult techniques were the part that fascinated him most in the past. Because of the different time values, the chord processing can show the player's control over the notes and melody. In the past, when he was practicing, he often thought about whether his handling here was accurate enough and perfect, but now he no longer thinks about these things, and he can still switch to the downside at the most suitable time. The bow is played in the most common way at present, and it is also the way that can best express the fullness and sonority of long-tone chords, but he will no longer secretly delight in the subtle handling of a certain place.

He played this piece, not to show off his skills, nor to find a breakthrough in the bottleneck—he wanted to play this piece to that person, and he thought that even if he didn't say anything, he could A person who understands the purpose of his choice of music.

The cold wind became more and more stern as the night fell, and the solemn and solemn melody at the beginning was drawn into the twilight that slowly melted into the darkness, and dissipated together.The bow that switched back and forth on the four strings played an urgent and neat legato. If it was an ordinary night, and he was listening to Huang Shaotian playing "Chakong" in an ordinary piano room, he might Notice his meticulous attention to technique. The legato in the Baroque period is different from the romanticism in the later period. Their legato should be continuous and distinct. Huang Shaotian has already handled it very well. In the part where there are many and dense chords He uses the D string as the axis, so that he can change the tone and reverse the bar flexibly and quickly. His bow is also closer to the bridge than usual to maximize the resonance effect of the violin.

These are all the results of his careful research, practice with time and sweat, and they are completely and seamlessly integrated into his performance. The sound of his piano is solemn and solemn, and the melody blown away by the wind It looks magnificent on a winter evening.And his expression was so serious, he was not like usual, occasionally he would have some free time to smile and look at Yu Wenzhou when he was playing.

He was engrossed in his performance, as if he was not standing on the side of the unattractive artificial lake in the school, but in a real Baroque church, and his audience was the gods and the universe, far away and far away, But he still only pulls the strings for himself—it seems that at this moment, this little violin really has the grandeur and solemnity of an organ, and his sound can penetrate the glass windows and steeples of the church , Piercing straight through the sky, piercing through the sky.

Huang Shaotian still kept his finger movements nimble in the cold wind. He bit his lip, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of coldness at all. All of these surrounded him little by little like a melody cut out from the bottom of his heart, warming him. The little hope about beauty and love in his heart wrapped his whole body in warmth.

Yu Wenzhou's body, which was originally leaning against the tree behind him, also unconsciously stood up straight as he played. He clenched his fingers and listened to the increasingly intense and surging melody. At that moment, Yu Wenzhou thought, He understood why Huang Shaotian chose this piece of music for him to listen to, every reason, every bit of reason, he knew.

He has studied music for so many years, he has listened to play and wrote countless pieces of music, he has studied and known many great masters in the history of music, but no matter how he studies and progresses, he never dares to say when he truly And completely "understand" Bach, Beethoven or Mozart Haydn, such words are too overwhelming-but once, at this time, this fleeting and short present, in this ordinary time, is so sparse and common that even grasping For a second that he couldn't grasp, he felt that those things were no longer important—he understood him, he completely understood and understood what Huang Shaotian wanted to present to him, and what he wanted to share with him. The world to share.

The one he created with just four strings and one bow, for him, for each of their past and future days, a whole world.

He didn't think that the widely circulated comment from Brahms was so appropriate and appropriate, but at this moment, when he felt the more solemn and solemn sound of the piano in the cold wind, he felt that Huang Shaotian When he was thinking about the emotion instilled in it, he felt that there was nothing more appropriate than that sentence.

This is indeed a system of small musical instruments, and it is indeed a world with incomparably rich emotions and deep thoughts.

What he heard was no longer the specific notes, the chords of which strings and notes, and even the melodies were no longer real. Those emotions that belonged to Huang Shaotian were separated and recombined by the notes one by one. The melody closely surrounds him, those sorrows and joys from the past, those uncertainties and doubts about the future, as well as beautiful ideas about everything, innocent wishes, everything he can think of, are found here The best answer—about himself, and about them.

All along, he has long been used to doing the most appropriate thing and saying the most appropriate words, and this time he is no exception, wanting to express his thoughts to the person he cares most about at the most appropriate time and place I thought about it, but the more I cared about it, the more I felt that it was not the most suitable time and that everything was inappropriate.The world is not perfect, but he always feels unwilling.

But at this time, the time is not good—the sky is as dark as a pot of thick ink poured over; the place is not necessarily right—the cold wind outside is howling, making the face stiff.But he thought with relief that maybe there is no best time and place to say those few words that he has long been familiar with and what he wants to say most in a high-sounding tone.

As long as it was the person standing in front of him—he looked at his skillfully rising and falling fingers on the strings, and felt that the notes seemed to have a specific shape, slowly surrounding him—as if following the invisible melody and air The hands-on and friction, even the fingertips that were always cold in winter became hot.At this time, he thought, as long as it was him, that would be a reason for him not to turn back.

No matter what time, where.

He thought of the other Qia Kong song he heard last time. He was standing behind Huang Shaotian at that time, and he felt those deep and gloomy feelings, but he couldn't share them with him even But this time, with the same solemn melody with some sadness, he was finally able to stand in front of him, understand the emotions he conveyed through the sound of the piano, and then store them properly.

Thinking of this, he felt a little hot in his eye sockets, and he blinked, thinking maybe the wind was blowing too hard.

Huang Shaotian's performance is still going on, and he has already mastered several large pages of music scores by heart. His fingers and arms are almost instinctively playing a large section of 32nd notes at a uniform speed, changing bows and handles, switching between single and double notes, continuously Bow and jumping, he remembered every bit clearly, he closed his eyes, he had never felt that the song was so long, he wanted to raise his eyes to see Yu Wenzhou, he wanted to know what kind of expression he used , listening to this song he almost forcibly separated from the deepest part of his heart.

The feeling of pressing the fingers of the left hand on the fingerboard through the strings is so familiar. The rise and fall of the fingertips and the change of the bow, these two simple movements can almost sum up his life every day for so many years in the past, but now, he feels like It is through his fingers that he pours his own life, memory, emotion, and everything he has into every note—even though in his past learning process, this is not a song suitable for placing too strong emotions Works; even in his past experience, he has never had such an urgent appeal and desire.

He wants to share his own world with Yu Wenzhou. In this world, there are the sunrises and sunsets they have seen together, the long roads they have walked together, the pasts that have never met each other, and the things he wants to be with each other. The distant but within reach future that goes on together.

He doesn't like to dream, and he rarely talks about his dreams.But at this moment, this piece of music is only ten minutes long, but he has never been so eager to want his dream to be heard, hoping that this wish can come true—even if it is just this one, the only one.

It was completely dark, and through the gaps in the branches, the last ray of sunlight could not be seen on the horizon.After a lot of complex variations, the music will finally return to the theme. The fast 32nd notes should be expressed with the most intense short notes and slurs, and the melody that is almost reaching its peak should be expressed with the fullest and loudest timbre.Huang Shaotian began to increase his strength from the end of the bow, and the long tone was melodious and bright, which was his courage to express his heart frankly.The short voice is tight and coherent, and there may still be a little anxiety and anxiety after being straightforward and frank.

Because the bow is too close to the bridge, he can even see the rosin powder flying in the darkness by the light of the street lamp not far away. Those tiny dust-like foams are accompanied by long and deft vibrato, which stay in the air for no more than a moment. It dissipated in a blink of an eye, and his performance ended with the double-tone chord that was deliberately elongated by himself. The bow moved a little slower, and it still stayed at the tip of the bow at the end. All the joys and sorrows, Anxiety and indifference dissipate in the darkness with the end of the last note, but the world is still real, still close at hand, and still within reach.

And the final intense theme seemed to startle the birds in the grove, they flew up from the darkness together with the sound of the piano, made some noises, and then melted into the boundless night sky.

For a while, the vibration of the strings and the resonance of the piano box seemed to remain in the air, but there was silence in the darkness.

Before, Huang Shaotian thought about how he would feel when he finished playing this piece of music. He might feel a little embarrassed, or he might feel a little uneasy. At worst, he would just smash the can and smash it, what else can he do.

But he thought about everything, but he never thought that he would be particularly peaceful now.Holding Qin in his arms, he took a deep breath and looked in Yu Wenzhou's direction.

Yu Wenzhou was still standing there, there were a few steps between them, but neither of them moved forward.Yu Wenzhou intertwined his fingers, clenched and then loosened, and then clenched again.He calmed down and spoke first.

He stood under the tree, as if keeping a little distance would make him more sober, he said: "Actually, before today, and before...the matter of your insurance research has changed, I have a lot to say you say."

The boredom and depression, anxiety and anxiety that came with liking are still vivid at this time, but they are no longer important, "I always wanted to tell you something, but I always wanted to say yes at this time It’s not that it’s not suitable, so let’s forget it and wait for the next opportunity. But when I really wait for the next time, I will feel that this time the place is not very good, so I’ll wait..." Yu Wenzhou said while talking At the same time, I laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "So I just kept procrastinating like this. Every time I think about it, I think it's really bad for me, and it's almost hopeless—but after thinking about it, I feel that, It’s good to be able to maintain the status quo.”

Gaining and giving up, owning and losing, these things may not be complicated or mysterious in the first place, but because they are important and favorite people, people will be very worried just because they want to take a step forward.

And now he still took such a step forward, he continued: "But it wasn't until just now that I realized that I had thought too much before... The time is not important, and the location is not important. As long as one thing is certain... ... nothing else matters."

As long as that person is you.

He lowered his hands, took a step forward, and got closer to Huang Shaotian. In the darkness, only the distant street lamps shone a little light, but he could still see him clearly in the dimness. He stood in front of him, Asked: "Shaotian, do you have anything to say to me?"

About this song, about you and me, us, do you have anything to say to me.

"Like you, I have thought about many situations and ways before, what to say to you, what to start with, or what song to play, how to make me look more handsome... I have thought about all these, but two days ago , I saw this piece of music I played before when I was packing the book. At that time, I thought, that’s it. Although I always feel that the saying that a piano can play a world is a bit exaggerated...Of course, I also I don’t think I have the ability to express the world that Bach wanted to create.” Huang Shaotian laughed again as he spoke, tilting his head and continued, “But what does it matter? I suddenly realized at that time, I now It doesn’t matter if I can’t play the world that Bach wants to express. Maybe this problem will bother me more in the next ten years or so... But now, if I can use my performance to convey the world I want to you, that’s fine gone."

All those pasts, the nights of heavy rain in summer, the scent of grass behind the empty playground, the dimly lit auditorium, the familiar library and piano room, the seaside at dusk and the bleak autumn rooftop, each one is full of experience because it is a common experience. Precious memories, every feeling of being troubled and tangled for him but still full of joy, as well as his vision for all the beautiful futures, the desire to work together and go to a higher place together, he wants a little bit Convey it to him without omission, and let the sound of the piano convey those words that cannot be expressed. He thought that if it was Yu Wenzhou, he would definitely understand.

This world he built with his own hands, the world he wanted to be with him.

"What I want to say is in that piece. Of course, I think the old man Bach's purpose of writing this is definitely not for future generations to use for this purpose..." Huang Shaotian freed up a hand to rub his nose, I feel a little embarrassed, "God, I feel that I am too sorry for him when I say this. I don't like to choose his songs during the exam. I will doze off when I talk about him in class. Now I have practiced hard. Tian turned out to be used for this purpose, I feel that if a professional teacher finds out, he will probably throw me out of the classroom... It's a sin!"

Yu Wenzhou stood there waiting for him to say the most important thing, but he didn't wait, but he waited for a confession about Bach, but he didn't interrupt him, just laughed, Huang Shaotian glanced at him, and quickly said seriously: "Hey, hey Don't laugh, I haven't finished yet!"

"Yesterday, I received a notice that I am going to take the postgraduate entrance exam again." Huang Shaotian continued, "The teacher who called also comforted me, telling me not to feel distressed by the previous incident, and asking me to prepare for the exam well. .”

"Although I think about the mood at that time, it is indeed quite embarrassing, but it doesn't matter at all now. Those things are not very lucky, but..." He unconsciously tightened his hand on the neck of the violin, "But Thinking about those experiences now, I also think they are quite precious. And... I am very honored to be able to experience these things with you."

"So I refused. I won't stay in school, and I won't take the exam. The opportunity should be left to other people who want to go." Holding his most important violin in his arms over the years, standing in front of him I think it is the person I like the most in my life, and what he is going to say now is also the most important decision he has made about his future after careful consideration.

"But I will continue to learn the piano and continue to play. Did I tell you about my dream before? It has never changed, but it is a little different now. Those plans for the future, I..." Speaking of here His voice seemed to be trembling. He had thought about that decision for too long. He had hesitated and worried about it, but he had never felt so determined. Indeed, it might be too late for them to meet. His luck Maybe it's really not good enough, but if it's the future of the two of them together, then it's worth his going forward without hesitation.

"I want to be with you."

Just one sentence, no more than eight words, no great promises and expectations, and no beautiful diction, but he said it very seriously. This is what he wants to say the most, and this is what he got from the bottom of his heart. , what he most wanted to achieve, and what he wanted to achieve no matter what, was the only wish.

There was a short silence, the gloomy night without moon, the tall and straight trees stood silently behind them, there were street lights and a little light from the buildings not far away, but the whole campus seemed extremely silent, as if the whole world It was just the two of them.

Huang Shaotian felt cold at this time, because he didn't wear a scarf to play the violin, and he didn't feel cold when he was concentrating on one thing just now. Now that he had spoken and relaxed, he felt the cold wind whizzing towards him at night. Drill in the neck.

Yu Wenzhou reached out to touch his arm, Huang Shaotian thought he would say to himself with the same seriousness and certainty: "I want to be with you too." Or a similar sentence pattern, but unexpectedly Yu Wenzhou opened his mouth and said: "Shaotian, Go and collect the piano."

"Ah?" Huang Shaotian looked down at the piano in his arms, and then at Yu Wenzhou who was standing opposite him. The other party looked very calm, as if they were just discussing what to eat for lunch, and now they were leaving, and he was urging him be quick.

Although he was a little surprised, he still turned around to collect the piano. The piano case had been placed on the bench next to him. He removed the shoulder rest, loosened the bow and put the piano away. Reliably answered, he closed the lid and locked it, and when he got up and turned around, he found that Yu Wenzhou was already standing very close behind him.

Then he heard Yu Wenzhou say softly: "I didn't have time to write another piece of music for you, and I couldn't find a suitable piece that could express what I wanted to say even if I played the piano."

"But this song... the world you want to express, your ideas and wishes, I know and understand." He lowered his head, and finally reached out to hold Huang Shaotian's hands, because he had been standing outside , the hands of both of them had no temperature, they held it coldly, but slowly warmed up.

"What I want to say to you is actually similar to what you said." Yu Wenzhou held his hand tightly and continued, "I won't repeat those repeated things, but I will tell you something you don't know yet. matter."

Huang Shaotian seldom heard Yu Wenzhou speak in such a slightly lower voice, that voice was like his newly replaced G string, with a slight tremor, which made the whole heart soften.

"The title of the song I based on you, I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to call it. It was not until the day before the final draft that I decided on its final name." Yu Wenzhou stared at him and laughed. , "I read a book before. Although the content is not very pleasant, it has a nice title. I think I can't think of a better one, so I have to borrow it."

"But that is indeed my heart." Yu Wenzhou lowered his head, stroked the thin callus on Huang Shaotian's left fingertip with his fingers, and then said softly, "That song, it's called "From the Deep."

Hearing this, Huang Shaotian read the topic softly, then he raised his hand with a smile, touched Yu Wenzhou's heart through his winter coat, pressed it lightly, and asked back, "From the depths?"

"That's right." Yu Wenzhou looked back at him calmly, and put his hands on top of him, as if he could still feel his heartbeat at this moment through such heavy clothes, "And as for your decision just now , I want to say the same as you."

"Same as me? What is the same as me?" Huang Shaotian raised his eyebrows to look at him, what would happen if he said it again, and he was so reserved.

"Didn't you say that you want to be with me in everything about the future?" Yu Wenzhou repeated with a smile, "Then I won't repeat it."

"Oh, you don't say what I said, you are so cunning, Yu Wenzhou, it's not fair, look at me, the cold wind blows