That year, the time turns

Chapter 1 Wedges
The snow fell quietly.

The thin snowflakes, like broken white osmanthus, fell from the pale sky little by little, quietly falling on the roof, leaves, and grass.

Today is Christmas.

Because of this heavy snow, there are a lot fewer people on the street. At this time, everyone stay at home, right?Because it's really cold outside.

There was an old man in ragged clothes.

He stood by the street, with an old violin on his shoulders, and he played the melodious music emotionally, and the cheerful notes jumped out from the interlaced strings and bows.

Snowflakes danced happily to this beautiful tune.

At his feet was a small bowl with some coins in it.He is a traveling entertainer.

At the corner of the wall, there are two small bodies curled up tightly together.

There was also a small bowl in front of them, but it was empty.They were two little beggars. The boy seemed to be about seven or eight years old, and the little girl seemed to be a little younger than him, probably because of severe malnutrition. The two little guys looked sallow and emaciated.

The little girl curled up in the little boy's arms, and she slept soundly.

The little boy hugged her tightly, and most of the torn cotton wool on his body was wrapped around the little girl.His lips were blue from the cold, and there was a gash on his face, which must have hurt terribly.

However, his eyes were shining brightly.

He seemed to be intoxicated in the old man's music, and he listened carefully, with strong longing in his eyes.I really want... I really want to touch that violin...

Even though it is already dilapidated, it can still produce such a beautiful voice, it is really beautiful...

After a while, the little girl woke up when the old man finally finished playing.

"Brother, I dreamed about my mother..." She rubbed her eyes.

"Hmm..." The little boy rubbed the little girl's hair.

After a while.

"Brother..." the little girl whispered, "something fell on my face..."

The little boy nodded and helped her wrap the cotton wool tightly, "Yes, it's snowing."

"Is it snowing?" The little girl stared blankly ahead, her beautiful eyes were expressionless.

"Well, it's snowing. Although it's small, it's very beautiful. The snowflakes are like little white sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. Hey, one fell on your shoulder!" He pointed to her shoulder and smiled.

"Very beautiful..." the little girl envied.

"Hmm." There was a little pain in his heart.

"Well... brother, there will be a snowy Christmas in the future, which will be Xiaomei's birthday, okay?" She said seriously, "I don't have a birthday, so I envy you for having a birthday. The snowy Christmas will be my birthday It's my birthday!"

"Okay...after Christmas, my brother will celebrate your birthday."

"No, only snowy Christmas is Xiaomei's birthday. Christmas comes every year, and every year I have a birthday, so it's a waste of money...Only snowy Christmas is my birthday, but my birthday I must eat cake!"

"it is good……"

From then on, the snowy Christmas is Xiaomei's birthday.

He carefully remembered it in his heart.

2
Not much snow fell.

A thin strand of snow fell on the tree, the ground, and fell on her shoulders.Ruoya pulled the suitcase and stood at the gate of Jing'an University.

It's cold.

The snow fell on the ground and turned into icy water. When I stepped on it, the soles of my feet felt cold, as if I was about to freeze.

Joya walked on the forest trail with the box.The ground is full of fallen leaves, and occasionally a bird lands on the wet ground to peck something.

Suddenly she stopped.

In front of him was a huge poster. The man on the poster had calm and introverted eyes, and an impeccably handsome face.There is a line of words on the poster that is too simple: Gu Beichuan Violin Recital.

It turned out that he was Gu Beichuan.It turned out that Gu Beichuan had such a face.

The moment of fantasy that has been in my mind countless times in the past ten years finally overlaps with reality, and it becomes the image on the poster and is deeply engraved in my mind.

She approached the poster and reached out to touch the face.The moment her fingertips touched the newspaper, her eyes suddenly burst into flames.

"Gu Beichuan, I'm here." She raised the corners of her lips and gritted her teeth.

The First Concert Hall of Kyungan University.

The surroundings were pitch black, only a beam of golden and warm light shot down from the center of the stage.

Gu Beichuan happened to be standing in that position.

He was wearing a black suit and tie, with a violin slung over his shoulder.The eyes are slightly closed, and the eyelashes are like black butterflies, and they are also sprinkled with gold on the light spots.

"Introduction and Rondo of Fantasy" by Saint-Saëns.

He played with great care, as if his whole body was intoxicated by those beautiful notes.Those who know him well know that he has a unique obsession with this piece, and every concert must have this piece.

Between the interlacing of the strings, those notes swirled and jumped out, reverberating and reverberating in this space.

Suddenly, Gu Beichuan felt that he was going to die in these notes.

……

"This song is really nice..." Xiaomei curled up tightly.

"Well..." He nodded, and moved the ragged padded jacket on her body a little more, "The one playing the tune is an old man with a white beard. He is wearing a gray padded jacket and a blue hat. ..." He carefully described the appearance of the wandering entertainer for Xiaomei.

"...It's really nice. If we can also sing and play tunes, maybe we can get more money..."

……

Completion.

There was applause everywhere.

Gu Beichuan put away the violin and bowed slightly to thank everyone.When he raised his head again, he saw his mother in brocade clothes, sitting in the VIP seat in the front row.And her left hand side, as always, was empty.

He put the violin on his shoulder again, and the next piece was "The Lark".

In the darkness, Ruoya stood behind the door, through the crack of the door and the many figures, she saw the man on the stage.

Gu Beichuan.

She pinched the heart with her fingertips to draw blood.

(End of this chapter)