The rest of your life is long, you are the most unforgettable

Chapter 11 The Cello Girl

Ding Yang asked me out for dinner on weekends.

The place for the appointment was a certain bar in Nanluogu Lane. It was not noisy, and old English songs that were popular in the last century were played in the bar.

Ding Yang lost a lot of weight, and when he saw me, a friendly smile formed on the corner of his mouth, which was very far-fetched.I still remember the day when Xiaoxi flew to the United States, Young Master Ding narrowed his eyes indifferently, and looked up to see the big bird rumbling past his head.

I couldn't help but sigh, Xiaoxi, who used to die for love, once swore that she would not marry unless she was a rich second generation; God took pity on her, and fulfilled her wish to let her meet Ding Yang, but now, she is pursuing her again Dream, abandoned the rich second generation promised to her by God.

"If people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and salted fish?" When Ding Yang persuaded her to keep her, she threw out Zhou Xingchi's words.

Ding Yang thought she was just being awkward, just like every girlfriend he had ever had in the past, acting hypocritical.Unexpectedly, she was not a beautiful plastic flower, but a vigorous potted plant, full of vitality and longing for sunshine, which made him admire her.

He kept watching the big bird, squinting his eyes, as if affectionately and reluctantly.

Such a sentimental parting scene, I really shouldn't spoil the scenery, but I still couldn't help interrupting him: "Hey, is your neck sore?"

He looked back at me: "I'm just watching to see if the plane turns back."

I'm suspicious.

He laughed: "At the beginning, Yao Xiaoxi was the one who chased me begging for nothing, saying that I was her dream. Now that she has given up her career as a rich second-generation wife and pursued her dream across the ocean, will she regret it to the death? Are dreams cheap these days? But maybe she's serious this time. I hope so."

I rolled my eyes: "Young Master Ding, you think highly of yourself. Apart from money, there are poetry and distant places in this world."

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Sometimes I can't tell whether I think highly of myself or look down on myself too much."

He glanced at the white water I asked for, ordered a glass of wine for himself, and handed over a bag: "Yao Xiaoxi's manuscript."

I flipped through, it was a fairy tale drawn by her before, she once said that the biggest dream in this life is to live life as a daydream, and draw many dreamy fairy tales.

Some people can live their lives without being realistic.

Since they broke up, he has called her by her first name, which psychologically means to set aside the relationship and draw a line.In Yao Xiaoxi's place, he, Young Master Ding, was slightly injured. After all, no woman had ever dumped him before, but after all, this page turned the page.Also, he has never seen any flowers.

"I've read all the love stories you wrote..."

Before I could answer, he said again: "Where in the world are you so passionate and loving? You say that everyone is a semicircle, and this whole life is to find another semicircle that is destined to be... Nonsense, all fucking nonsense. "

He was a little agitated.I didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Ding Yang lay back and sank into the soft sofa.The light fell on his hair and eyelashes, and the shadows cast made his handsome face more three-dimensional.

I thought to myself, wow, does this count as handsome in 3D?

Suppressing a smile, I turned my head and looked out the window.

A group of men and women passed by, although it was April, it was still very cold in Beijing at night, a few girls actually showed their long legs and smiled prettily.

I was shocked and shivered for them.

"Love expert, you once said that a crush is surrender to love, I quite disagree with this point of view." He took a sip of wine, looked at me and said.

I laughed: "Maybe, not every relationship has to have a result, just like if there is no opponent, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose."

"Damn, it's terrible for you to study psychology. Wouldn't it be too boring to see everything for real?" Ding Yang muttered, "I just think that not every kind of like goes straight to the theme of love. Hazy, as light as a white cloud, as clean as a stream."

The sixth sense tells me that when a man is poetic, he is probably in love, or at least has someone he likes.I realized that Ding Yang asked me out tonight, not just to transfer Yao Xiaoxi's things to me.

After laying the groundwork, the next step is the topic!My eager curiosity has already moved the sofa and prepared melon seeds and waited.

Unexpectedly, Ding Yang rambled about other things, talking about innocuous topics.

It was almost 10:30 and I was yawning.

He got up and said, "Come with me and tell you a secret."

When I heard this, my eyes lit up immediately, like a cat seeing a ball of thread!
"I guessed something was up!" I said excitedly while carrying my bag.

"It's a pity that you don't become an entertainment reporter, but you can bear it quite well. You really held it all night."

"cut."

Also, in the funny world, the most fun thing is, I know you have something to say but I just don’t ask, you know I know you have something to say but just don’t say it, smothering each other to death.

In fact, many men and women who have played tricks really suffocated love like this in the end.

Ding Yang drove the car somewhere on the third ring road and parked it.Then we walked onto a flyover, and the spring breeze was very gentle.

There are still car lights passing by under your feet, and the office buildings on both sides of the street are still lit, which is quite bright from a distance.The city at night is particularly moving. Those who come back at night, those who are busy, those who are waiting, those who are in love, their joys and sorrows, love and hatred, the city lights are the bystanders of all these.

The night wind made people shiver, and suddenly they wanted to make a bad joke to warm up the scene.

I think of Song Dandan in "Private Order", when he climbed the Tiananmen Gate, he shouted at Fang Qiu at the tall building in front of him: "I will buy all of these!" Zheng Kai, the little fresh meat next to him, said, "Whatever you buy, these are all yours!" Then a satisfied smile appeared on Song Dandan's face, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Just like Ding Yang now.He squinted his eyes and looked at the street on the left, as if he was about to announce proudly in the next sentence: "Well, I want to buy this street!"

It was so outrageous, I couldn't help but laugh.

"She's here." Ding Yang whispered.

I quickly stopped laughing and followed Ding Yang's gaze.

A tall and thin girl, carrying a huge cello case, walked on the street like no one else.Rather than walking, it would be better to say that she was dancing and walking forward, as if following the tune, her toes gliding through the air in a graceful arc lightly and soothingly following the rhythm.The girl's long hair was combed up and tied into a ball at the back of her head. Under the light, the soft hair on her smooth forehead seemed to be dancing, and there was a quiet and leisurely smile at the corner of her mouth.

She was so intoxicated in her own world, stretched like a nimble bird.

We stared at her intently, without making a sound, for fear of disturbing the passing angel, until she disappeared at the corner of the street.

Ding Yang turned his head and met my meaningful smile as if he knew everything.

He waved his hand: "it's not what you think, I didn't want to chase her."

"It's so rare that you don't think about killing flowers with your hands."

He looked at the direction where the girl's figure disappeared, and said softly: "She looks a lot like a girl I had a crush on."

Let a big boy with more than 1.8 meters whisper the refrain, and my heart suddenly calms down. A soft story will slowly come out from the dusty past of the boy, floating in the cold air, embracing the tree on the branch. Green buds, kiss the buds waiting to bloom, make the lights gentle, and stop the night breeze.

At that time, Ding Yang was a freshman in high school.

There is no class every Tuesday afternoon. The school implements the slogan of "all-round development" and has opened many interest groups.Ding Yang joined the basketball team. He always wore a white jersey and galloped on the basketball court like a prince charming, causing the girls in the stands to scream.

He knew he was good-looking, and he relished the feeling of being eagerly admired.

He is proud of his spring breeze, but it is only a childish play mentality. He feels that he is a luminous body, attracting burning eyes. He smiles at them brilliantly and waves at them, just like a star.

He was sweating profusely and full of passion, their eyes were just open to love, their cheeks were flushed, and the air was full of roiling hormones, but they couldn't combine.

He knew they liked him, but he didn't yet know what that liking meant.

Once, after playing basketball, his body was covered in sweat and sticky, and he suddenly remembered that there was a small fountain in the quiet botanical garden of the school. He couldn't wait to go home and take a shower, and wanted to go there to wipe his back first.

He sneaked into the botanical garden on tiptoe, not daring to make any noise, for fear of being caught by the patrolling teacher.

The surrounding area was as quiet as anything, only the bugs hiding in the grass and trees were calling, and the deep and soothing cello melody came from the school radio.

Such a peaceful atmosphere suddenly made him intoxicated, which was completely different from his feeling of running wildly on the basketball court.He didn't whistle proudly, instead, he just raised his hand, followed the melody on the radio and played it intoxicated, pretending that he was the one playing the cello.

When he finally came to the fountain, the small pool in front of him was like his natural bathroom. He took off his shirt as if no one else was there, stirred it in the clear water pool, and then wrung it out like a towel to wipe his body.

Just when he was hesitating whether to wash his hair or not, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a girl in a white skirt sitting in the mushroom pavilion among the flower beds on the left. She closed her eyes, intoxicated by the sound of her deep piano, her handsome face was as noble as a A princess, as quiet as an angel.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her body and her piano, and the scene described in the textbook as "like a layer of golden light" came vividly before her eyes.

Blood rushed straight to his forehead in an instant, he grabbed his clothes and schoolbag, and dodged behind a small tree.

My heart was beating non-stop.

Recalling that scene countless times later, his heartbeat would still speed up unconsciously, but he still couldn't recall whether it was nervous, ashamed, amazed, or frightened at that moment, and he put on the wet clothes tremblingly.He didn't leave immediately, but hid behind the small tree and continued to peek at the cello girl.

Only then did he realize that it was actually the melody played by the girl all along, but he mistakenly thought it was the song played by the radio station.

When the sky gradually darkened, the girl left with the cello case on her back.

He waited until the girl was far away before evacuating.

Facing the evening breeze, the half-dried blouse was rubbing against the back with the wind, itching, and the girl's face kept appearing in front of her eyes.He was filled with joy for no reason, and faintly felt that something had changed in his heart, as if being filled by something, but he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Later, he sneaked into the botanical garden a few times, spying on the cello girl.There were two or three times when he didn't meet that Angel-like girl. He sat by the fountain in great loss and melancholy, listening to the boring chants of unknown insects deep in the grass.

I also thought about going to say hello to her.

However, as soon as she thought that she almost saw him wiping sweat by the fountain with his shirtless upper body, and his ignorant and childish behavior polluted such a peaceful and pure moment, he was so nervous that he could not speak, and his face flushed and he wanted to find him. Drill down a hole.

Over time, he changed from being nervous to being comforted, thankful that God did not let the most embarrassing scene happen, but when he imagined that the cello girl screamed with a pale face after being frightened, his body unexpectedly felt inexplicable excitement again.

He watched her from afar, admiring her quietly, like a persistent voyeur.

The girl's delicate lips, white neck, white arms, slightly protruding breasts, slender ankles...all entered his dream one by one.She is the protagonist of every erotic dream of his.

He had a crush on her, but never said a word to her.

It turns out that when you like someone, this is the feeling you miss day and night.

She enlightened him without realizing it.

Once between classes, he saw a girl walking towards him with a bright face from a distance, and he stood there in a daze, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream, because in the dream she ran towards him happily countless times go.

The girl passed by him, her smiling face seemed to sprinkle colorful flowers all over his world, covering the sky and covering the sky.

The air was filled with the fragrance of her hair.Many years later, he is still impressed by that fragrance.

He also glanced at the name tag on her chest and remembered her name: Li Qiang.until now.

He turned around and saw the girl lightly landed in front of a female classmate, and they chatted and laughed.The silver bell-like laughter seemed to be pattering rain all over his world.

His heart was filled instantly.

But after the new semester, he never saw her again.

There was no sign of her in the botanical garden, and he frantically searched the entire school, and there was no one either.

At first he thought she might be sick, but three days passed, one week passed, one month, two months passed... He thought, she might have changed schools.

He played back her smiles over and over again in his mind, her little fingers raised the hair in her ears, she rested her chin to listen to the birds, she raised her skirt and squatted by the pool, she leaned in front of the flowers and smelled softly. , she twirled and danced... Whenever he thought of her every move, his heart ached badly.

To his despair, she never came to his dream again.

She just disappeared.

Like a water bird skimming across the lake, it disappears, leaving only the echoing waves.

"I have never held her hand, but I feel that I have loved her for a long, long time. Until the first time I fell in love, had a girl for the first time, and broke up for the first time, I deeply felt that that secret love has nothing to do with any of my Love experiences are different. We have no results, and I don’t feel regretful. I passively accept the arrangement of fate, but in the end I am grateful that I had her in my life.

"After seeing Yao Xiaoxi off that day, I drove aimlessly and came here by accident. Standing on this overpass, I saw that girl walking by in front of me. She looked so much like Li Qiang. In a trance, I thought I had returned to In the first year of high school, I returned to the quiet botanical garden.

"She is like an original dream, but after waking up from the dream, I have never been able to love someone like that, with a pure heart. I can never find her again, but I hope that one day, I can Find me back then. I have never held her hand, but I hope that one day, I can hold a girl's hand with great care."

There is a kind of secret love that is shallow love and deep love.It doesn't need to have a result, from the moment it happened, we were bound by fate, met and separated.In the heart of a secret lover, the moment he sees her, everything seems to understand human nature, the air becomes sweet, the clouds become mischievous, the blue sky has a warm embrace, the leaves have a gentle voice, the birds have a quiet lovesickness, even under the eaves All the cats seem to have a new love and indulge in happiness.

She fills all your fantasies, you have imagined ten thousand scenes of intimate contact with her, but you only dare not expect to be really in love with her.

God has favorably treated a passionate heart, you are humble and dare not ask for bravery and strength, for fear of being abrupt, the most beautiful encounter in your life that fate bestows on you.

The years are long and the sea of ​​people is vast, but there will still be people who will love you, and you will still fall in love with other people.

And she is your least perfect perfection.

(End of this chapter)