Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 85 Long Live Life
"Where did you two go? Especially you, Huang Minxue! The captain is already injured, and you still take him around! I won't beat you to death!" As soon as he entered the door of the ward, Xu Mu rushed up and grabbed Huang Minxue. , he was dragged helplessly to Mu Zheng's bed.Xu Mu's resolute actions made me subconsciously take a step back from the door.Fortunately, Teacher Huang was here, and he greeted me with a smile.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and we even forgot the time.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Huang Minxue put his hands behind his back and looked at Mu Zheng with shame.

Mu Zheng smiled and said it was all right, and handed him several reports.It seems that it is not a lie to become a doctor after a long illness. The two of them can actually understand these things?But people have to understand, especially when there are sick people among relatives and friends.Doesn't Taotao also know the difference between several kinds of stones?It is estimated that in a few days, I will also have the experience of recuperating from dislocation.

I walked behind Xuexue and asked them how they were doing, as if waiting for the referee's decision on the field.Xuexue let out a long breath, not a sigh, but just exhaled warm air.For some reason, he suddenly leaned against me, and the piano bag on his back hit my hanging left arm.This startled him, and he hurriedly turned around and asked me if I felt any pain.I said no, it's not a broken bone.But what did Mu Zheng say?
"Don't be afraid. The condition is repeated, but the doctor told me that it is not as serious as I imagined. It's okay, it's okay, I'm lucky. Actively cooperate with the treatment, and I shouldn't die." If the sentence "I can't die" Speaking from the mouths of other children, I will feel that they are really pretending to be cool and handsome.However, what Mu Zheng said made me both happy and bitter.It's great that we can't die, even if we add "should", it is a grand and full hope, which makes me believe that Mu Zheng will not suddenly leave us in the near future.It was less than a day before he was sent to the hospital, but I seemed to have exhausted my energy for a year in these ten hours.Each of us must be like this.These ten hours have squeezed us dry, and I can't imagine what I will do and what I can do today if I hear a bad result.No wonder Xuexue dragged me out, he must have thought about this possibility. "I shouldn't be able to die", this sentence is simply a spring back to the earth, a life from a desperate situation.The doctor's report is like an oracle, or the will of God. It tells us, don't be afraid, don't worry, you still have a long way to go in your next life.

What is more exciting than "can survive" to make you want to cry?

real?Xuexue bit her lips and looked around. Teacher Huang looked at him with certain eyes and nodded.He rushed over and hugged his father, burying his face in his arms.Teacher Huang stroked Xuexue's head with his big hands, comforting and loving.

Oh, I didn't see anything.I said this to Xuexue in my heart, and turned my face to Mu Zheng.He motioned me to come closer, then took off the black peaked cap that said Viva la vida, and put it on my head.

"Ke Ke, I gave you this hat. Do you know its origin?" he asked.

"A painting by a Mexican painter?"

"Yes, "Long Live Life". Xuexue told you." Xu Mu patted my right shoulder and walked to me, "But this hat has its own story. At that time, after Mu Zheng finished his treatment, My hair fell out badly, so I need to wear a hat. So Xuexue proposed in class that everyone should wear a hat. You know, boys are crazy in elementary school—of course they are in junior high school. It will be torn off after 2 minutes. I was the monitor at the time, and when discussing it, I said that it is better for us to order the same style, maybe we can get a discount, and wearing a hat for the whole class is like wearing a class uniform, which is quite unique. Yes. Because of this, I got acquainted with them, and I realized that not all the boys in the class are crazy."

"You're the one who's crazy!" Xuexue came out from his father and replied to Xu Mu.She gave him a blank look, and then said that Viva la vida was her choice, and it was the name of a song.But there should be paintings first and then songs.

"In that case, isn't this hat very precious to you? Why should it be given to me?" I asked.

"Because I am very grateful to you for taking care of me, and I think Ke Ke is very suitable for you to wear this hat. I want to pass on the phrase 'long live life', rather than just as our own memories. Whether you have a hat or not is not so important, the key is to live hard and practice this sentence." After he finished speaking, he turned to Xu Mu and asked if he could give me her hat too, and he would put his own hat on later. Return the top to her.Xu Mu spread his hands and said what's the matter, then took off the hat and handed it to me.

"One is enough for me, why give me Xu Mu's as well?"

"One is for you to commemorate, and you can give the other to others. Let's pass on the spirit of life together, from me to you, from you to others." Mu Zheng said.

"Come on, when you get better, you can pass it on yourself, isn't that okay?" I showed embarrassment.Not thick enough to take it all away.

"If you tell you to take it, you can take it, so much nonsense!" Xu Mu's words made me give up the idea of ​​returning a hat.Honestly put it on the head.Now there are two "Long live life" on the top of the head, which is strange.Perhaps this is the weight of life?
"Okay, okay, old rules, old rules." Huang Minxue snapped his fingers and took out the guitar from the guitar bag.He didn't play or ask us what we wanted to hear, but very politely walked to the other beds, bent over and asked others if they would mind listening to the guitar for a while.Xu Mu and I also went, and I added that he is the best guitarist in our school.There was only the injured sister and a gray-haired grandfather in the ward, and they all readily agreed.

"Captain, guess a riddle! When you call her name, she disappears. What is it?" He walked to the open space in front of the hospital bed, Xu Mu followed, the two of them cleared their throats, and put on a show preparation.

I smiled and said that Mu Zheng told me, silence, silence.in a movie.

"Then, please listen to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel's Sound of silence! Captain, Garfunkel and you share the same birthday." He blinked smartly and plucked the strings. [1]
Hello darkness, my old friend,

I've come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walk alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,

Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools” said I, “You do not know…

The voices of boys and girls rose and fell gently, forming a gentle wave that obscured the deep night sky.Suddenly I feel that Xuexue's life is vast, how far can he reach in the music?Different styles of music can flow from his fingertips and voice, which is amazing. It reminds me of the vast galaxy and universe, the rich and inexhaustible light and distance.He seemed to be all-inclusive, all-encompassing, and just the little boy playing the guitar right in front of me.Life is a wonderful thing.

"No, no, no, no, no, delete this sentence, delete it." He was playing and singing, and stopped without warning, and by the way, stopped Xu Mu.And we haven't had time to get out of the music.

"Damn it, I forgot to tell you, don't sing this line." He explained to Xu Mu that Xu Mu didn't hate him this time, but rather understood that it was really inappropriate.

"I'll do it again, I'm sorry everyone." He bowed to us and started playing again.A short passage of the melody we heard was repeated without singing until the broken part was picked up.

…Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you. "

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed its warning,

In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.”

And whispered in the sounds of silence.
Singing is still very good, but once it is broken, it is always a bit difficult to return to the previous state.Everyone was applauding, and I was the only one who didn't need to and couldn't applaud. I took out my phone and searched the lyrics, and found the deleted line.It is a wonderful metaphor, and it is indeed not suitable to appear in the ward.

Xuexue was very embarrassed, saying that the performance was a mess.The old man on the side opened his mouth and rapped and sang very well, although he couldn't understand English.After being praised, Xuexue walked up to the old man and politely asked him if there was any song he wanted to hear.The old man smiled and said yes, but you may not know how to play it.It’s okay, I’ll play whatever you want to listen to, the big deal is to learn now, those who have this confidence, he said.So the old man said, if you want to listen to revolutionary songs, they are all old songs, can you play them?

Xuexue turned his head and thought for a while, then snapped his fingers with the other hand, yes, wrap it on me.He pulled up a chair and sat closer to the old man.Everyone looked at him curiously, as if they were all inspecting his teacher.

"I don't know much, this one is the most familiar one. Alright, please listen to "The Song of the Guerrillas", the author is..." He thought of it for a moment, and anxiously cast a look at his father for help . [2]
"He Luting." Teacher Huang replied.

The old man's eyes seemed to twinkle, and he nodded approvingly on the bed, and we children also waited expectantly.

Xuexue sat firmly on the chair, moved his left hand to the middle of the strings, and put his right hand to the lower end.As the fingertips bounced mischievously up and down, the brisk tunes danced in the small ward.He didn't sing, and he didn't need to sing. We know the lyrics very well. The lively and witty heroic image can be resurfaced through decades of history only through the vibrating strings, and any language has become superfluous.The old man clenched his fists consciously, shaking them slightly in the air as rhythmically as possible, as if he was directing and beating the beat.The most amazing thing is that when playing "We grew up here, every inch of the land is our own", Xuexue actually used the guitar to play the drum sound, which is the kind of military drum sound that the army marches in line. Orderly and crisp.Even with my eyes wide open, there was only one boy and a guitar in the room.Xuexue is simply a magician playing guitar.Is there really a soul in his guitar?Or can he communicate with the soul in the dark, and then get help from another world?

At the end of the song, Xuexue once again sounded the non-existent snare drum, ending the wonderful performance in this brave and neat way.

I admire him so much, the applause in the room echoed mine.The old man raised his fist and wiped the corners of his eyes, saying that the children nowadays are really amazing.Xuexue bowed to him very modestly, and I quickly asked him how he played the snare drum, he was so handsome.He smiled, it's very simple, this is twisted strings, guitar drumming, nothing special.A guitar is a band.Before the words came out, he glanced at Xu Mu, stuck out his tongue and said that he was joking, without Xu Mu and Mu Zheng, the band would not be a band.Xu Mu punched him on the head pretending to be angry, and whispered in his ear, go ask that young lady.

I'll go without you telling me, he muttered.

My sister didn't have anything in particular she wanted to hear.So I learned the theory, I just played a Chinese guerrilla song, now let’s listen to a foreign song.Please listen to the Italian guerrilla song, Bella ciao, "Goodbye Friends".This time he also didn't sing the lyrics, but played and whistled.I have heard this song as an interlude in a movie. It is euphemistic, heavy and reluctant, but also has the heroic spirit of going to death.Xuexue’s smart whistle adds a little lightness to the music, and the seemingly indifferent free and easy is full of nostalgic affection, as if after he finishes playing, he really wants to resolutely carry a rifle longer than the guitar on his back, follow the guerrilla The team went away together and disappeared on the bridge filled with morning mist. [3]
Learn a guitar for Xuexue. He is a confused young man one second, a firm warrior the next, a wanderer who travels a long distance, a teenager who falls in love, a worried parent, a sinner praying at the end of his life, or even a mountain A ray of wind in the air, the clear flow of the brook, the silence of the sigh of the sea, and the deepness of ancient wrinkles.The vastness of the world flows on several strings, and it is constantly overflowing from the soul of his playing.

Whenever people pass by here,

Say what a beautiful flower.

He just sang this line.After playing, he wiped his chin with his right hand, bit his lips hard, and secretly kissed the edge of the guitar amidst the applause.No one asked him why he did it.Maybe he remembered the person who gave him this guitar?Perhaps the phrase was dedicated to her?I don't have to ask or guess, it's enough to quietly echo the songs I've listened to and the words I've talked with here.

"Xuexue, everyone..." A voice that was not so familiar but not unfamiliar enough sounded behind me. Everyone turned their heads and saw Li Bin sticking his head out leaning on the door frame.

"Brother Bin." Xuexue was a little lost when he saw him, holding the guitar tightly.

"You play really well. It's really right that my sister gave you the guitar." He rubbed his fingers again habitually, and asked us carefully if we could let him in.Of course no one would object.After he entered the door, he greeted everyone, the old man and Mr. Huang first.Xuexue handed the guitar to his father and walked to his side.

"Long time no see, Brother Bin. I miss you so much, although I've been angry with you since you ignored us." The two of them hugged each other tightly.

"I miss you too, I'm sorry, I dare not see you."

"Li Bin? You've grown taller. Did you come to see Mu Zheng today?" Teacher Huang asked.

"Ah, Teacher Huang, I, I'm here to see Mu Zheng, and I'm also here to see Ke Ke." Faced with an elder who has dual identities as a teacher and a parent, Li Bin was very embarrassed.

"I'm fine, you can talk to Mu Zheng more, you didn't talk much yesterday." I took a few steps back to make way for Li Bin.But instead of going to the bed, he slipped out the door.While I was wondering, I saw him leading an old man in.With fluttering silver hair, he was wearing a black jacket and trousers, a pair of old gray sneakers, and held a heavy fruit basket in his wrinkled hands.

This is his mother.

She walked in front of me slowly, with dignified and difficult steps.Li Bin took her hand, as if he was an adult, holding a toddler.I stepped back consciously again, but the direction she was walking told me that her destination was not Mu Zheng's hospital bed.

"This is?" I asked.Immediately, I saw her walking in front of me, without the slightest hesitation, closing her eyes, lowering her head in front of me, with her hands together.Before I could think of what to say, she suddenly bent her knees and knelt down in front of me.The eyes are still closed, and the eyelids are trembling, trembling on the dry face carved with years of vicissitudes.

It was nearly twelve o'clock, the sun still hadn't risen, and the chill of autumn shone through the light to cool the floor.My brain is blank, everything I see with delayed vision is chaotic and even, the quiet air is mixed with disturbing noise, I hear the non-existent bell, it rings in my heart, and the memories that are not too far away stir there.

"What's the matter, get up quickly, what's going on?" Teacher Huang walked to her side, trying to help her up.She shook her head dully.Li Bin said, teacher, this is my mother's decision.

"It doesn't have to be like this. The arm matter is over long ago. For other things, I have no right to forgive anyone, even myself." I said, wanting to ask her to get up.She still shook her head stubbornly, as if her body had solidified into a sculpture, and shaking her head was the only movement she could make.

"Ke Ke, we are not here to ask for your forgiveness, and you should not force yourself. We are just here to express our apologies. We have apologized to your parents, but we have not apologized to you. This apology is three years late, and you I have suffered for three years. I am very sorry. If possible, we would also like to apologize to your brother." Li Bin also lowered his head, maintaining the same face as his mother.

"He's not here. In his hometown. With my grandparents. Let's talk about this later. Auntie, get up. It's too cold on the ground."

She was as motionless as a statue, and I was terrified and bewildered.I looked around in panic for a week and found that everyone was as panicked as I was.Only Teacher Huang stretched out his big hand and patted the back of my neck gently.He didn't know what happened, but the gentle comfort of this elder made me calm down a little.I felt the weight on top of my head again, the two hats stacked on top of each other for too long.So, I asked Mu Zheng, are the two hats mine?Can I do what I want with them?Mu Zheng nodded.I took off the top one and put it on Li Bin's mother's drooping head with almost no weight, covering her silver hair.I don't know what kind of scene this is, it may be somewhat similar to the coronation ceremony in ancient times.The sun cast a chill on the ground, and even though the hat touched the body of the man kneeling in front of me, I couldn't resist the low temperature from the inside out.

"Jiangbei is very windy and very cold. Be careful when you go back." I said the last sentence to her.Then I turned around and told everyone that I wanted to go back to school.Mi Le came back this afternoon, and I agreed to wait for him at school.This is the truth.God knows how much I want Mi Le to be by my side at this time. I didn't want Mi Le to be with me that much when I was lying in bed last night waiting to be reset.Everyone thanked me and wished me a speedy recovery.I put away my little belongings.Li Bin's mother was still kneeling on the ground and did not get up.In front of her is no longer me, but the shadow cast by the sun through the glass, the dim cross on the window frame.I said goodbye to everyone, to everyone, turned around and went into the elevator without looking back.From the slowly moving metal box wall, I saw again Viva la vida in the black hat, long live life.

[1] "The Sound of Silence" is a song by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, recorded on October 1964, 10 In the album Wednesday Morning.The song was used as the theme song of the American movie "The Graduate" in 19, as the episode of the movie "Watchmen" in 1967, and as the episode of the movie "Guild Wars" in 2009.

The lyrics Xuexue cut off is "Silence like a cancer grows", that is, "Silence like a cancer grows".It's really not suitable to mention in the ward...

Lyrics to the effect:

hello dark my old friend

I'm here to talk to you again.

For a hallucination creeps slowly,

Leaves seeds while I'm asleep.

This hallucination took root in my brain,

still remain,

Accompanied by the sound of silence.

In sleepless dreams, I walk alone.

cramped cobbled streets
In the halo of street lamps.

I turned up my collar to keep out the cold and damp.

When my eye was stabbed by a flashing neon light,
It pierces the night sky,
Touched the sound of silence.

In undisguised light,
I saw thousands, possibly more.

People speak without speaking,

Hear but not hear.

People write songs that will never be sung,

No one dared to disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," I said, "you don't know
Silence grows like a cancer. "

Listen to me, I can teach you,

Take my hand, I can touch you.

But my words are like falling raindrops,

echoes in the well of silence,

And people worship the god of neon they created.

Words of warning flashed in the holy light,
Indicated between the lines,
It tells people:
"The words of the Prophet are written on the walls of the subway,

and in the halls of tenements,

And whisper in the voice of silence. "

[2] "Song of the Guerrillas" is a march-style mass song.It was composed by the famous Chinese composer He Luting in 1937. The melody of "Guerrilla Song" is brisk, smooth, lively, and lively, and runs through the whole song with an elastic snare drum-like rhythm. The typical image of destroying the enemy. In the early 20s, this "Guerrilla Song" was undisputedly selected as "90th Century Chinese Music Classic".

[3] The foreign name of the Italian song "Ah, Goodbye, Friend" is Bella ciao ("Girl, Goodbye"), originally sung by Yves Montand.This song is an Italian guerrilla song, widely circulated, and was later quoted as an episode of the former Yugoslavia movie "Bridge".It is a euphemistic, continuous, graceful, bold and magnificent song, which expresses the mood of the guerrillas leaving their hometown to fight the invaders.The song praised the fearless heroism of the guerrillas, vividly showing the team members' love for their hometown and the spirit of seeing death as home

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