[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

It will continue to be excellent like this, and then...

One day you'll meet someone who—

And that person, he will love you very special.

But he couldn't say these words, he couldn't tell the current Yu Wenzhou these things that had become an established fact, so all he could do was to hug him tightly—as if the two of them could communicate with each other without gaps. Connected, it seems that all the regrets and years before can be soothed and wiped away.

Yu Wenzhou seemed to feel something, he stretched out his hand and patted Huang Shaotian's back, but didn't answer, wanting to wait for him to continue talking.

But Huang Shaotian quickly adjusted his emotions, he buried those illusory dreams back to the bottom of his heart, he said: "I dreamed that I took the professional exam with you in the same building, but you, alas, you are so I'm so cold, the one who walked past me didn't look sideways... he completely regarded me, the number one handsome violinist since ancient times, as nothing..."

Not to mention where this title came from, Yu Wenzhou thought dumbfoundingly, even if they were really taking the exam in the same building, if there were so many people, if they didn’t “keep their eyes straight” and looked over one by one, it wouldn’t be true. "Squint"?

But he didn't say anything, he pulled Huang Shaotian away, and then kissed him.

He clasped his fingers around his waist, and before the air became tight, the delicate kiss left his lips and reached his ear. Yu Wenzhou whispered into Huang Shaotian's ear, "Shaotian, what about this? You're still aloof." ?"

Huang Shaotian couldn't help but feel a little burning in his ears when he heard the warm breath and deliberately lowered voice, and he didn't care about talking nonsense, so he let go of Yu Wenzhou, and pretended to be "cold" by himself. Jiang Gui commented: "It's not bad, it's a pass."

Yu Wenzhou picked up a long-sleeved pajama jacket from the sofa at one side and threw it to him, and said with a smile, "Didn't you tell me before that if the score is not high, just pass it? That's fine, put on the clothes and be careful not to catch cold."

Hearing the unmotivated words of the school bully in his mind, Huang Shaotian felt his heart go cold, but the coat and concern made him feel very useful. He was just about to say something, but Yu Wenzhou approached him intimately, and then used He said in a brisk tone: "Shaotian, it's your turn to cook today."

Yes, because the two of them are not very good at cooking, they can’t get a lot of money if they cook together, and they are often very busy, so they had to make a rule that everyone takes turns to cook, and the news was known by the former roommates After that, they came to a conclusion - these two people will probably always be on the way of trying not to poison each other, and prevent being poisoned to death by each other.

Looking at Huang Shaotian's expression, Yu Wenzhou finally decided not to tease him anymore, even though he really wanted Huang Shaotian to think about it all afternoon, but what he was thinking about was telling him to get up and cook quickly... He stretched out his hand to help him button his pajamas After buttoning it, he leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and added solemnly: "My manuscript has to be handed in before seven o'clock. I'll change the last point, and then I'll go over to help you."

It's as if if he goes to help, the two of them will be able to bear the burden, and their cooking skills will improve by leaps and bounds.

In the end, the matter ended with Huang Shaotian biting Yu Wenzhou's neck, leaving a not-so-obvious tooth mark. He rolled up his sleeves, sang some opera excerpts he learned from somewhere, and rushed towards the kitchen, whimpering.And Yu Wenzhou lifted the lid of the piano, and finished his homework for the last time.

After a while, in the kitchen over there, probably because there was some water in the oil pan that was not wiped clean, there was an earth-shattering crackling sound when the vegetables were put into the pan, and in the living room, there was a piano sound like flowing clouds and flowing water. The sound of music hovering in the small room, intertwined with the daily movement of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, seems to have reached a certain kind of harmonious coexistence, showing some unusual interdependence and tenderness.

It was completely dark outside, and there were Christmas lights lit up by other people around. It snowed a few days ago, and the snow on the window sills slowly melted, dripping down.If you look far away, you can still see the pointed top of the nearby church and the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

Yu Wenzhou turned over a page of music while raising his hand, and the playing continued. He listened to the overlapping melodies and laughed softly.

It was an ordinary night.

——and he loves this kind of ordinary.

He doesn’t remember the dream even after waking up——Yu Wenzhou’s words are right. Although Huang Shaotian’s dream, although he remembered something about it after waking up, he forgot how it ended in the end.

In his dream, he actually saw the moment when Yu Wenzhou received the admission notice. He was surrounded by many, many people. Everyone was amazed and gave him the warmest and sincere congratulations. After all, in this world, there are still What could be a better gift than a dream come true?

This kind of experience is unimaginable to most people. They don't have the courage to take that step, and the consequences they like to see now inevitably bring them some new beliefs that "miracles really exist".

But how could this be a miracle?

Yu Wenzhou didn't believe in miracles, and neither did Huang Shaotian—this time, he pushed aside the crowd and ran to Yu Wenzhou.

At that time, Yu Wenzhou was much taller than before, wearing a simple white shirt, but still had a bookish look on his face.

He looked at the person running in front of him, blinked his eyes in doubt, and Huang Shaotian smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and said, "I'll take you to a place."

When he said these words, the whole world suddenly seemed to have changed the sky. The end of the sky was burning with a golden red sunset, and the floating clouds were surging above it, like cotton candy that was about to be burned.But the sky above the setting sun is dark blue to pitch black night, and the huge canvas is swiftly streaked by stars like rain, and the bright light is stretched out one by one, like rows of blank but full of aesthetic staff.

Yu Wenzhou looked at this man who looked a few years older than himself. They didn't know each other, but he felt that he was very familiar.His eyes seemed to be filled with the light of all the dreams in the world—because only dreams have such bright and beautiful lights.

He looked at him, as if he saw another familiar self in the world.He tilted his head, looked at this person, and then smiled.

He didn't ask where he was going or who you were. In the dream they still had a tacit understanding at first sight. Yu Wenzhou stretched out his hand and held the hand in front of him. People seem to have disappeared, leaving them with a complete and fantastic world—that world, every child who has ever loved music has dreamed of it.

The blinking stars are like mischievous dots, at the end of the horizon there is a brilliant rainbow woven by musical notes and staves, the abyss and canyon are always silently asking questions like rests, and the towering peaks are like long The rods, and the crooked rivers, seas and streams, are the syllables that connect everything.

The whole world is like a magnificent symphony, just waiting for them to take a step forward and find their own part in the work that takes a lifetime to perform.

Huang Shaotian seemed to have become himself when he just received the admission notice, with the piano case on his shoulder, smiling and looking at the people around him.

Yu Wenzhou clenched his hand and laughed, and said, "Let's go."

Where are you going?

To the future, of course—

their common future.

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