my zepple

days you don't know

and the barren running water under the acacia

guitar and piano and guitar

sunrise and sunset and sunrise

summer solstice and winter solstice and summer solstice

dark green and late spring and dark green

……

Song Rou returned to the back mountain of No. [-] Middle School in the second late spring after Tong Yu left.

He lay down beside the sea of ​​stars mentioned in Tong Yu's diary for a long time, and saw that locust tree that was almost bald back then became full of branches and leaves again.

Before he left, he also stretched out his hand to pluck two branches of Sophora japonica.

When going down the mountain, he passed the vegetable garden outside the old family building of the school. Inside, a man wearing a sun hat was hunched over watering the vegetables.

As soon as he walked around the vegetable garden, he heard the people behind him yell angrily: "Song Rou!"

Song Rou turned around, only then did she see clearly that the person wearing a sun hat watering the water was the old man in the studio. The old man's hair had turned gray again, and he seemed to have gotten shorter. He bent his back and unbuttoned the brim of the sun hat Walk towards Song Rou.

Song Rou pulled off her mask, and called out "teacher" respectfully.

The old man agreed with a snort, and asked him in a rough voice, "Why do you also fold that pagoda tree flower?"

Song Rou looked at the two big spikes of locust trees in her hand, but said nothing.

"The sun is going down, you should go back quickly! I'm going back to cook for Mingming too!"

Seeing that he was bored and silent, the old man turned his head and was about to leave.

"Aren't you taking any students with you now?"

Song Rou didn't mention that. It's okay, but the old man got angry when he mentioned it.

The old man turned around with his beard twitching, and stomped his feet: "What are you doing with the students? Are you angry with me?"

Song Rou was amused by the furious old man, and asked casually, "Who is mad at you again?"

The old man waved the watering can in his hand, feeling agitated as if phlegm stuck in his throat.

"The only good seed brought out after so many years, during the school exam, all three subjects were scribbled by Lao Tzu!"

Song Rou frowned, and asked him again: "You mean Tong Yu?"

The old man's eyes widened, and his tone was exaggerated: "Which one is he?!"

He looked at Song Rou strangely, and muttered in his mouth: "I draw the same face for the three exams, I'm afraid I won't kill you..."

Song Rou's hands and feet were cold when she heard it, and she squeezed the pagoda fringe in her hand tightly, her chest heaving and falling irregularly.Then he closed his eyes, and like a condemned man waiting to be sentenced, he asked:

"Who did he draw?"

The old man sneered, "Who do you think he painted?"

"Back then, I contacted the teacher who graded the papers at Gome and sent me his school exam papers. There were three papers!!! Three papers were all from your stinky face!"

……

Until after half a century, Song Rou suddenly smiled in the silent twilight.

He vaguely remembered the last album he wrote for Aurora that year, about the story of the world's first transgender person.What the husband who was infected after the operation said to the wife who never left him when he was dying:

How have I ever deserved such love?

How can I deserve your love so much?

Song Rou's eyes became hot, he tilted his head, thinking in his heart: what about me?How can I deserve your love so deeply.

The old man originally wanted to swear a few words while it was still hot, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Rou's eyes turned red, and the eyes were filled with steam that was tightly suppressed.The old man had no choice but to close his opened mouth. He took the sun hat and slapped the non-existent mosquitoes, and then heaved a long sigh.

"The friendship born in youth can be of any color."

When the words came out, I didn't know what I was persuading.

He had no choice but to say again: "Depending on origin and extinction, karma gathers and disperses."

"You're still young anyway."

"You are still young."

Song Rou only thought of this sentence when she fell from the Yokohama stage.

He stood on the lifting platform with his guitar in his arms and sang the last song. It was the night of May 2022, 5, at eleven o'clock Beijing time.

Until he sang "Summer Solstice, Winter Solstice and Summer Solstice", he couldn't sing any more, his throat hurt, and his tears swallowed like hydrochloric acid, corroding his trachea and esophagus along the way.

He looked up at the orange spotlight on the top, which was as soft as the beam that swept over him and Tongyu at the Yokohama ARENA in 2018, and as warm as the huge red sun in the weather plan.

He also thought of the foggy dusk in the City Y Art Museum in 2015, when that person told him that he only wanted to live a quarter of a circle in his life.And at eleven o'clock on May 2022, 5, that is to say, only one hour later, the quarter circle will be drawn soon.

"Dependent origin and extinction, karma gathers and disperses."

The moment Song Rou fell down, she seemed to hear the old man's voice again.

At that time, he knew that he had broken his head, and the sticky and warm liquid was bubbling out from his forehead.

Then there were screams in the stadium one after another, panicked footsteps, blurred figures, and suddenly turned on lights.

He lay on the ground laughing, he thought, we must meet again.

In this life, we must meet again.

The lyrics at the beginning are quoted from Song Rou's Acacia

(It was written by me.. (with a sad face)