[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

When mung bean soup appeared on the menu in the cafeteria again, and the mosquito nets that were not sold out last year were displayed again in the school supermarket, a noisy and steaming summer officially began.

In previous years, summer was usually associated with final exams and summer vacation, but for Huang Shaotian's class, the only thing to consider this summer was graduation.

The school's orchestra has a practice of thanking graduation performances every year. Therefore, while preparing for their graduation performances, each of their orchestra members also has to take time to go to the orchestra's rehearsals. The rehearsals during the rehearsal will definitely cause many people to complain. During the rehearsal, they will occasionally give the conductor a sad look, but this time there is no one. Even during the rehearsal, no one is stuck in time—— Everyone seemed to have an unspoken agreement, and they all gathered outside the rehearsal room early on. Even if they hadn't got the key and couldn't get in, they just stood outside and chatted, and they all felt a lot of fun—because they all knew that the remaining The number of rehearsals I have done can be counted on one hand.

It’s strange to say that they have been in the orchestra for so long, they have experienced countless rehearsals and additional rehearsals, and they have also participated in countless ordinary or important performances. Those memories have long been in countless similar repertoires or exercises Being diluted and flattened, and gradually mixed together, thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no major event worth remembering-the relationship between the members of the orchestra this year is closer than usual, so the gossip of the orchestra that appeared in the past There is no source for the news, and it seems a lot more plain. If I have to pull it out, the picture of the group leader taking everyone to supper after each big performance is clearer.

And now, the campus legend of the whole troupe of musicians wearing neat and grand gowns carrying their respective instruments to eat barbecue may soon be the last time.

However, time will not slow down for even a second because of the coming of these memorable "last times" for them, and even give them the illusion that they are running faster.

As a result, the memory is infinitely magnified in a short period of time. During the rehearsal, the group leader is no different from usual, and still gives serious and in place guidance. Although Zheng Xuan on the opposite seat always looks not very interested, he is also serious and focused on playing, and there are many more For many other seats, the details that I didn't notice much at ordinary times suddenly became apparent, as if I wanted to stuff all this last picture into my mind, so that I could take it out and recall it over and over again in the future, so as not to forget it.

So the last few rehearsals were hurriedly revealed, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the final thanks for the performance. They carried the piano case and walked all the way to the concert hall of the main building. A group of people in suits and leather shoes looked very conspicuous on the campus in the evening , Many students who should be from the lower grades cast envious glances at them. Huang Shaotian even heard someone ask the students around him: "Oh, why do you look like a performer when you wear formal clothes to play, and I look like a roadside dancer?" What about the ones who hand out leaflets to sell real estate?"

They all laughed when they heard this sentence. In fact, there is no solution to this problem. Only time can be given. The formal dress, but no matter how you look at it, it is not pleasing to the eye.

Huang Shaotian chanted countless times that the idiot in the mirror must not be me, Zheng Xuan dragged his huge piano box, and chanted it many times along the way, too much pressure to walk, Xu Jingxi lingered, and finally got the score by the conductor in the background He slapped and fanned into the concert hall, but Song Xiao had a big heart—he sat there carelessly, only to realize that he forgot to bring out his bow tie.

All of this is just as the classmate said. At that time, they were like a group of jumping monkeys, jumping up and down, making small fights, doing everything, but wearing dresses and bow ties, they seemed to be secretly wearing adult clothes His child, who seemed to be selling insurance or selling real estate, violated the peace as much as he wanted, tied his hands and feet, and didn't even know which way to turn his face.

However, time has exerted its most magical power in unconsciousness in this way. It has turned immaturity into maturity, uncertainty into clarity, and the uneasiness on each of their faces into the determination that is now freely retractable. Young people who wear the most formal gowns and feel that they are out of place in the entire concert hall can also make others enviously ask why they dress so much like performers today.

However, these questions can only be known when you have experienced them yourself. The classmate who asked the question walked away with uncertainty and envy. Huang Shaotian put on a thoughtful expression and answered this question to himself. Putting Zheng Xuan's shoulder firmly, he said deeply: "I think it's because of his face."

If it wasn't for the last bit of collective honor of the orchestra, Song Xiao, who was walking behind him, really wanted to beat their unreliable chief for four years into a whole note - it was more convenient to roll.

When they walked to the front of the main building, they saw Yu Wenzhou standing in front of the auditorium shaking hands with some teachers and speaking. The school selects the outstanding graduation thesis of the year every year. They were tossing like hell, wishing to put themselves back into the process of freshman remaking, not to mention another major revision—and Yu Wenzhou was undoubtedly an exception. His graduation project was naturally selected as an excellent thesis, and then I made a second revision in an orderly manner, and it should have just come out after the defense.

He is also dressed in formal clothes and leather shoes, standing like a tall and straight tree in the evening of the summer breeze, with the warm wind blowing over the defense report card in his hand, which is unattainable for most of the students of the same year. It was just folded casually, as if closing a piece of the past that no longer needs to be mentioned, and said goodbye to the professor, he turned around and saw Huang Shaotian and his group, a smile appeared on his lips.

Huang Shaotian walked towards him quickly in two or three steps, holding the piano case in one hand and holding his arm with the other, and said, "I found you—"

Yu Wenzhou knew what he was referring to, and replied with a smile: "Yes, fortunately, I finished my defense in time for you to start the performance, so that you didn't become the first principal in the history of the school who dragged his bow tie all night at the graduation recital..."

Everyone laughed when they heard what he said. The laughter was the same as in the past. In the afterglow of the summer evening, blown by the wind gently, it was scattered in a piece of melting gold in the setting sun.

The recital hall of the main building is the school's most formal performance venue. This graduation performance has been planned for a long time, and all aspects have been fully prepared. The musicians sat in the backstage in twos and threes waiting for the performance to start, but Huang Shaotian didn't go in directly with them. He and Yu Wenzhou stopped at the end of the corridor. The glass windows of the corridor were golden and translucent by the afterglow of the setting sun, and there was a bench for resting beside it. Huang Shaotian put down his piano case and sat there, and Yu Wenzhou stood opposite him, slightly indifferent. Help him retie his tie.

"I remember when I was a freshman, I participated in the orchestra's performance for the first time here." Huang Shaotian slightly raised his face to look at Yu Wenzhou, and said softly, as if he was afraid of awakening the long-gone memories in this long corridor. Like, "At that time, I stood backstage and felt that nothing was right about me, but I was looking forward to the fact that I was going to be on stage for the first time as the principal of the orchestra."

At that time, he thought about many things, but now he can't recall them for a long time, but he is extremely firm, and there is only one thing that he will never forget.

"At that time, I thought, when I graduate, I must be the most outstanding graduate of the string music department and come here to give an appreciation performance. At that time, my teachers, my classmates, they will all watch my performance below. , They will proudly tell others, hey, look, that chief is someone I know."

To be the pride of all those he loves, one must first be the one he expects.Don't let yourself down, so you won't live up to other people's expectations.

Yu Wenzhou's fingers slowly stroked the white tie, he laughed when he heard this, and also replied softly: "It seems that your wish has come true."

There are countless students who go abroad for further study every year, but not all of them can go to the world's top schools for further study.There are also many talented people in the string department, but he is the only one who is going to give a graduation performance as the principal of the orchestra.

Yu Wenzhou used to think that this person was probably the same as him. During those countless days and nights in the past, he repeated the desire that was suppressed in his heart over and over in his heart. When I was on the face, when I felt lonely and couldn't hold on, I never let go. That's why I smoothed those once sharp edges and corners through countless self-confirmations and encouragements.But now, when those wishes seem to have been fulfilled, it can appear so peaceful.

"But at that time I didn't expect..." Huang Shaotian blinked his eyes, "I didn't expect that there would be another person sitting under the stage..."

He was short of words for a while, and he dragged on the old tone but didn't say a specific reason. That's right, things in the future are always unpredictable, just like at this time a year ago, he was still thinking that maybe he could Just keep the graduate school and stay in school smoothly, and continue to cheat those familiar people on this familiar campus.

He never expected to meet Yu Wenzhou, so he cherished and precious it all the more.

"Sit with me?" Yu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, helped him adjust his bow tie, and even tidied up his collar and skirt together. He helped him remove the last few creases on the front of the dress, and his hands followed suit. Putting his shoulders on his shoulders, he said with a smile, "You don't have to think about it, because even if I don't know you now, I will still come to the graduation performance...but if that's the case, I'll sit in the audience and think The question should be, why can't this chief even tie a bow tie well?"

"Hey, I'm talking about Yu Wenzhou, who said I can't wear a bow tie, it's just a harmless little gesture! How can I remember when we first met you said that my behavior was very special and very individual! This changed too quickly Maybe..." Huang Shaotian grabbed his hand that was resting next to his ear, and answered dumbfoundedly.

Yu Wenzhou didn't answer, but he squinted his eyes and laughed, as if he was saying, Shaotian, did you believe what I said when we first met?

But anyway, he still didn't say those words, Yu Wenzhou smiled, then lightly pulled Huang Shaotian's bow tie to pull him closer to him, and leaned down to kiss him.Without showing any weakness, Huang Shaotian grabbed his neatly tied tie and pulled him closer to him, but a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The kiss landed between the eyebrows, swept over the slightly trembling eyelashes, and slowly moved all the way down.Before his lips and teeth touched, he heard Yu Wenzhou's words close at hand, and it echoed with the voice in his heart——

Go ahead.

That was his stage, his battleground, where all his stories and choices began.

The corridor was long and dark, and a few rays of the setting sun cast in from the window, enveloping the figures of the two people in an ambiguous warm light, they separated at the corner of the stairs, Huang Shaotian walked into the backstage, the bright light dazzled him for a moment. Some couldn't open their eyes, everyone was in the position they were used to, for a moment it seemed that the past four years had never passed, and everyone hadn't changed.

After a while, it was time to play. Standing at the front, Wang Jiexi closed the sheet music in his hand and looked around, as if he was going to take the sheet music for the last time. The group leader's musicians all took a closer look, then nodded to everyone and said, "Let's go."

Huang Shaotian hugged the piano in his arms, and held the bow in his right hand. After everyone was seated, he walked forward step by step. The concert hall in the main building was always lit with warm yellow lights that were not dazzling, bringing the people from far and near to the front. The rows of seats and the balcony were all blurred into blurred spots. Once again, he couldn't help but think back to the self who first stepped into this concert hall, with a calm appearance on the outside, but with a smile on his face. With countless lofty ambitions in his heart, he came up from the backstage and stood in front of many audiences.

At that time, he thought that he should perform well, because he wanted to stand on a higher and bigger stage in the future, and he wanted more people to hear his performance, just like the performance he admired for many years like home.

At that time, every listener who comes from all over the world will come for him, for his performance, for his music.

This was simply the most brilliant and brilliant dream he could think of at that time.

Speaking of which, from the backstage of the concert hall to the stage, it was only a short distance of ten steps, but this journey took him more than ten years to come to where he is today.

However, those tunes and melodies that are so familiar do not belong to him completely.So slowly, he always wanted to control it more accurately and carefully, so that he could achieve the impeccable, perfect perfection that he pursued.But then he suddenly discovered that this kind of performance might not allow him to go further, and even this kind of performance could not even impress himself.

What's the point of controlling a jumping bow for a fraction of a second?What's the point of playing an etude precisely in a few minutes?Countless people in the world can do these things, no matter how well he accomplishes them, he is just one of those craftsmen who is not special, those things are not what he wants at all.

He is not reconciled to just being a mediocre craftsman in his life. The sound of the piano is always full of lingering painstaking efforts and craftsmanship. He is determined to embark on a further journey to see more magnificent, wider view.

So what followed was a burden and bottleneck that was as heavy as a dream. The road that he had imagined countless times in his mind was not as easy to walk as he imagined. I feel uncomfortable at my age.

However, his life is not like a fast-moving etude, which just ends step by step.Now he stands still on the stage, holds the bow upside down in his hand, and tries to touch his bow tie with a few fingers, but he no longer feels that the bow tie makes him feel uncomfortable like before—— And the person who helped him tie the bow tie was in the first row below the stage, so close, looking at him with the same gentle smile as before, that familiar smile made him feel soft in his heart, like Wan Qian Liuyun brushed past, so clean that it almost became transparent.When he thought about it, he stopped, and the strength with which he touched the bow tie could be called gentle.

In his past life, he never believed in the so-called fate for a second—even if there was such a deafening declaration knocking on the door of fate and choking the throat of fate, he did not believe in such an invisible I still don't pay much attention to the mysterious theory that I can't touch.He is the kind of person who is willing to believe that no matter how many times things backfire, he is still willing to believe that things are man-made.

However, his encounter with Yu Wenzhou made him feel that maybe at this time, he should be grateful for some kind of destiny that might not exist.

Those sunsets by the seaside that we have seen together, the warm summer rain we shared together, his silent and distant gaze in the bleak autumn wind, the rainwater winding down on the transparent umbrella surface in the cold rainy night...all kinds of pasts seem to be here. Under the bright lights of the orchestra pit, they were connected in series one after another, and frame by frame flooded into my mind.Those melodies he wrote for himself, the witty allegro, the impromptu brilliance, the quiet and lingering ballad when he first met, for a moment all the notes seemed to be combined with a conscious rhythm, bringing him back to the The seaside where the two of you went together.

It was a fine day, with wind, clouds, and blue sky. The rays of the setting sun dyed the seaside sky like an overturned palette. The melody of Nine and the sobbing of the British pipe seem to be mixed with moist water vapor, coming across the ocean, far away and untouchable.The sky was low and full of stars, and the people around him asked him that question with a little smile.

He asked him, Shaotian, would you like me to write a song based on you?

At that time, he blurted out with novelty and curiosity, of course he would, but now, standing under the spotlight, he lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, feeling as if his heart was beating bit by bit along with the blood in his whole body. Boiling, those fine and dense emotions and feelings seem to be gushing out from his body at any time, like birds flapping their wings, even the feathers falling down due to flapping wings in the sun are a piece of A piece of melody.

Why do you want to suppress the emotions in those pieces of music as if they were precisely measured?As he thought about it, he unconsciously looked in the direction of Yu Wenzhou. It was the person who kneaded his story into notes, wrote it into a tune, and told him the true meaning of performance and emotion in a wordless way.As a creator, he seems to have a clear insight into all emotions and moods, and then visualize them one by one. He has never said anything to himself, but he has given him the best answer.

The melody based on him is called "From the Deep".

All the emotions stripped from the deepest part of the heart, all the feelings that are winding and galloping in the gully of the chest, are worthy of being expressed and listened to.

There is no need to suppress, let alone control, that is his emotion, his music, it does not need to be measured by the numbers on the stopwatch, and it does not need to be proved by an etude that is more difficult than the first one. Now he Already able to do better, he was well prepared—

He saw Yu Wenzhou looking straight at him with an indescribable smile in his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of surging waves and gurgling rain, and the unruly wind rolled up the low-hanging star curtain. , the tall bow tip is closer to the blue sky than the church spire.However, even though those scenery were wonderful, they were still less than one ten-thousandth of what he brought to himself.

Immediately, the man raised his hand and slowly made a commanding gesture towards him.Huang Shaotian smiled knowingly, adjusted his stance for the last time, looked at the conductor on the stage calmly and firmly, and waited for the performance to officially start.

"Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto in D Major", the graduation appreciation performance repertoire he personally determined, and he personally injected his feelings into it, completing his last duty as the principal of the school orchestra.

The familiar string part sounded, and the solemn and magnificent sound was close at hand. He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes and set up the piano, waiting for the entry point of his solo at any time.

This concerto was premiered in one winter, and on that day, critics were more harshly ridiculed and abused than the cold winter. It was simply and rudely summarized as ignorant and vulgar, and it was called music like a savage.However, time has once again proved its playfulness and magic, and it has proved that the true immortality will not be reduced to the ordinary, but on the contrary, it will one day be accepted and understood by people in a true sense.

The vibrato of the bass opened the initial sound of the violin solo, the neat and uniform string section, the magnificent and heavy wind section, and the melody and notes swept over for a while, as if mixed with thousands of years of magnificent history and past events, where There are countless stories and memories that have been passed down from the melody to the present in the precarious wind and rain—and the violin fingerboard under his left hand, which is only an inch, is the vast territory where he can gallop freely. He walked all the way from it, passing through the quietly flowing Bonn River, heard the sacred and solemn sound of harpsichord in the church, saw Salzburg with snow falling——

But now, in the familiar melody, it seems that after many years, he once again felt the cold wind and endless loneliness from the vast ice field when he first encountered this song, but now he is no longer Just like in the past, I was afraid that playing too intensely would reveal the little bit of emotion that belonged to me.

He skillfully pressed down the bow with his right hand, and the main theme reappeared by the orchestra and the ensemble slammed loudly—it was the declaration of the ice breaking of the boundless ice field after endless and severe deposition, and the warming spring water rushed from the ground with endless vitality. This flowing note surges and jumps out.That was the most beautiful melody in his memory, for which he held the bow and played the string of notes from jerky to skillful——

Although history has passed away, the masters have long since passed away, but the melodies they left behind will not.Because there will be countless people like him, like Yu Wenzhou, who will love and perform with their own lives and all their hard work. They will pass on these special memory carriers without stopping and without interruption.

It's their choice.

It is also the only way to a future that belongs to only the two of them.

The bowstring is like a song, and it will not rest until death.

And with the end of the thank you performance, the school issued another announcement that made this graduation season look even more hasty and melancholy. The old piano building that has a history almost as old as their school history and has been renovated several times is still strong. It will be completely demolished this summer and rebuilt in situ.

As soon as this notice was issued, it caused a sensation in the whole school. Although the old piano room building has experienced so many years of wind and rain, its appearance is not very good-looking, compared with the newly built main building, it looks old and shabby.It has gone through many repairs, and the decoration in many places always seems to be out of tune and out of place.Although the school later opened a new piano room in the newly built main building area, most students still like to come here to practice.It is like the symbol of the whole school. Although it is old, it is still full of energy. It stands in the center of the campus. It is a place that many students and graduates love and hate. After all, it will become history, and it was overturned this summer.

Therefore, although Huang Shaotian and his class of students did not catch up with any major events that can be written into the school history and will be remembered by the younger students forever, because of the demolition of the old piano building, they were jokingly called on the school BBS "with the old". The generation that graduated together with the piano room."

This kind of title made them feel dumbfounded and a little melancholy, so in the limited opening days of the piano room building, even after the final exam week, it was still full every day, and everyone seemed to be reluctant to part with this place. Every day, I go to check in on time and report to the old piano room in my own form, which is also a farewell to myself for the past few years.

The annual graduation activities of the String Music Department are always used to innovating. This year, in their class, the academy launched an activity to record a recording for themselves ten years later. The literary atmosphere that came out made my stomach hurt from laughing, but after laughing, everyone still recorded their own voices and silently saved them to say goodbye to their current selves.

And today Huang Shaotian planned to come to the piano room to record this recording.

He lined up, changed the keys, walked familiarly up the old stairs that had taken countless heavy steps due to dreams, turned a corner, but stopped in the corridor.

The afternoon sun poured in from the window at the end of the corridor, enveloping the long corridor in a semi-dark light. This familiar scene seemed to bring him back to that summer a year ago, when He had just finished practice and planned to go back to the dormitory, but he stopped because he heard an unknown ballad in the corridor.

The corridor is very quiet now, there is no sound of the piano, but it seems that the tune of the ballad that he has not heard for a long time is ringing in his ears again. The sound of the piano is clear and melodious. He wanted to find the composer to find out.

He seems to have seen himself at that time in this dimly lit corridor, with a piano case on his shoulders, standing motionless at the top of the stairs listening to such a strange melody. Sleepy and curious, he turned and left the corridor.But now Huang Shaotian wants to be able to tell himself at that time, in fact, you can push open that door, behind that door is not just a talented composer worth getting acquainted with, the person who played this melody, It will be the most surprising and most cherished existence in his long life in the future.

However, time cannot be turned back, and fate always likes to show its unique arrangements in unexpected ways. Now Huang Shaotian went up to push open the door of his own piano room, opened the piano bench and sat down, and took out the piano from his pocket. The recording pen he usually used.

Most of the other students recorded a piece of their own performance, hoping that ten years later, they would be able to hear their own growth and progress from this immature performance today. Huang Shaotian originally planned this way, he even wanted to record In the last piece of piano, I had a fantasy that was not very realistic, thinking that maybe ten years later, I would have a little success in keyboard instruments?

But now he didn't even open the piano case, just sat there and turned on the recorder.

The window of the piano room is facing the main road of the school. Students coming and going laugh and walk by the road. The sultry summer wind sends those laughters in from afar, and it is also mixed with the sound of piano practiced by students in other rooms. Singing, he glanced out the window, coughed twice, and started his own recording.

"Ahem, I'm Huang Shaotian from ten years ago. Originally...I originally wanted to record a piece of music just like everyone else. In previous years, I didn't think that the academy would come up with such a foolish idea. It was because I was afraid of us. Isn't there enough black history left?"

"But the piano room I was allocated today happened to be the one where I heard you play the piano for the first time a year ago."

He doesn't plan to record it to himself ten years later. He knows his own virtue very clearly, and what he wants to say to himself is nothing more than a few sentences. Years later, Yu Wenzhou can say a few words.

What would Yu Wenzhou look like at that time?Have they written a grand symphony that everyone admires, have they worked together in the best orchestras in the world?

"So I changed my mind temporarily, and I just recorded a sound and gave it to you ten years later. I guess you should have become an outstanding young composer in the world at that time, as we agreed before, I can cooperate with a world-class orchestra to record and give concerts, and you can guide us to rehearse your symphony that everyone praises. Ah, did I say before that if there is such a day, you will invite me to dinner of?"

As he spoke, he was already thinking about what to eat for Yu Wenzhou's treat. The piano room in the afternoon was still full of sunlight without the lights on, and there were wisps of light coming in, and even the fine dust floating in the air could be clearly seen. Like the rosin powder that flies off when the bow is pressed.A few spare music stands were quietly piled up in the corner of the room, and a portrait of Haydn hung on the wall on the right. He looked at the patriarch through the glass cover outside the portrait for a while, and then continued talking.

"But I believe that in the next ten years, we will probably continue to encounter many other things. There will definitely be good and bad. Even before, I never thought that there would be a smooth sailing life. I don’t want my life even if it’s given to me. Although I don’t believe that the greatest music can be produced only through pain, I probably can’t become a good performer without some setbacks.”

"But if it's with you, I think even those unlucky things may become memorable, and even have a little unusual meaning."

He doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, what will happen in the future, but fortunately he can't predict all of this, so he retains the freshness and unknownness that only belongs to the future. There are many unknown fields waiting for them to explore, and there are also many miracles waiting for them to create.

And the only thing he can be sure of and firmly believe in is one thing.It was as small as a drop in the ocean in front of the vast unknown like the stars of the universe, but because of its existence, he was able to say such affirmative words at such a young age.

He is sure that they will always be together, will experience countless glory and setbacks together, and will continue to grow in countless defeats and victories, even if they are not going to walk the same path, maybe from now on. They will never have the chance to perform on the same stage again, but he firmly believes that when they are qualified to open the long-sealed door leading to the highest hall, they will be together.

In the world of musicians, there should always be a firm belief in the future and an eternal humility to nature—and now that they have been fortunate enough to stand on the shoulders of countless giants, what is there to hesitate and stop for? Is it worth their while?

In the past four years, he feels that he has lived a very fulfilling life. He dared to take pictures of the music scores that have been marked countless times and become old due to frequent reading, and the piano room cards that have never left a minute and a second of extra time, saying He said that he has no shame in his heart, and he also knows that Yu Wenzhou is the same.

"Hey, I have said so many serious things, let me make a wish next. Let me think about it... I hope that when our hair is as white as Bach's old man's wig, we will still be together. At that time I am too old to have the strength to perform a whole concerto. You probably have to wear reading glasses to see the score on the piano clearly... We each have a few students and we have nothing to worry about. I can play "Infinite Motion" for you, which is much, much slower than it is estimated to be now, you can hold the watch to time it, and laugh at me for playing too slowly, and I laugh at your dazzled scores are not neatly written..."

"By the way, there are more! At that time, our names will be written together in the school history and modern music history, and we will become the most outstanding composers and performers in the 'generation that graduated with the piano room building'. What do you think of this How about the name? Is it cool enough? Haha, at that time, there will definitely be many juniors from the school who will take us as a role model and aim to surpass us. I guess with the virtue of the school, they will probably post our photos on In the list of celebrities and alumni in front of the main building, but at that time, maybe the main building will be refurbished and rebuilt because of the time... Sigh, I hope they can post a photo of me looking handsome if they want to post it. Don’t post the ID photo I took at school when I entered school.”

Saying this, it seems that he has been able to see the two of them decades later in the piano room classroom this afternoon. They will always go through the ups and downs of most of their lives hand in hand, and the road ahead will be tortuous They are so far away that they seem to stretch to the horizon, but they will not separate no matter what happens.

He took a deep breath, and finally asked: "Hey, seriously, don't you consider wearing a wig for graduation photos, Yu Wenzhou?"

Naturally, the recorder couldn't answer this question, so he laughed himself after he finished speaking. Another gust of wind blew up and lifted the light-colored curtains. The branches outside moved with the wind, and shivering spots of light fell in.

The past is certainly worth remembering and remembering, but those futures can be imagined in his mind, and he wants to achieve