Confessions of soul and flesh

"Hello, Lingtong Express."

He showed up at the door of 304 at nine o'clock on time. Wu Shan brought his own shoe covers today. Unexpectedly, Gu Weinan opened the door and bent down to put a pair of guest slippers, asking him to put the shoe covers away.Wu Shan smiled shyly, rolled up the shoe cover, stuffed it into his trouser pocket and entered the door.

The room is filled with a strong aroma of coffee.Gu Weinan was wearing a black robe pajamas today, his shoulder-length curly hair was tied up at the back of his head casually, he turned around to reveal his slender and fair neck, and took the coffee pot out of the machine.A gentle piano piece was playing in the living room, and Wu Shan felt his heart soften, so he stood still.Gu Weinan handed over a paper cup,

"Help me have a drink? Add some sugar, do you want to add milk?"

"No, thanks."

He took it with both hands, hot air was blowing from the edge of the paper cup, Wu Shan blew gently, and the steamed nose was warm.Gu Weinan hugged the mug and closed his eyes, like a grain of sugar melted by music.

"Well-tempered, Richter's 69 Moscow Conservatory recording, just arrived yesterday."

"It feels...very gentle."

Gu Weinan didn't reply to his words, he closed his eyes and nodded slightly, his eyelashes fluttered and his vermilion lips parted slightly, as if he agreed, or as if he had already melted into the melody like a spring afternoon.Wu Shan drank the coffee at the bottom of the cup, threw the cup into the trash can, and was about to start working.

"Take off your coat and hang it over there."

Gu Weinan pointed to the wooden hanger in the corner, on which were simply hung a few windbreakers.Wu Shan took off his coat, folded it inside out and rolled it into a roll, and put it on the bar chair he sat on yesterday, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"It's not hanging, it's not very clean."

It's really very particular, Gu Weinan thought to himself, he read it right, Wu Shan is indeed of higher quality than the previous courier boys.The tune of the piano suddenly turned faster, and Wu Shan also started working with the rhythm. In order to make it easier for him to pack, Gu Weinan has sorted out the orders and arranged the stacks of CDs neatly. Even suitable boxes have been found and placed in the corresponding boxes. behind the merchandise.

"Little Wu, how old are you?"

"25."

"Ever studied?"

"I came out to work before finishing high school."

"I told your boss yesterday that he agreed with you to come to me, but you can't delay your daily workload."

"No problem, there will be no delay."

"I'll call you directly for the salary every month, and it will be less after one hand. I don't want to let you suffer."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

Wu Shan said this very lightly. A well-educated, sensible and smart young man, if there were no difficulties, which parent would have the heart to let the child do this job. Gu Weinan didn't ask much, turned on the computer and began to reply to the customer service.There are about 20 orders today, Wushan works quickly, and more than half of them have been packed in a short time.Suddenly seeing a few stacks of disks on the window sill, he raised his head and asked:

"Do those on the windowsill need to be distributed?"

"Those are unnecessary, they are familiar customers from the same city, and some of them haven't arrived yet, so I'll deliver them myself when they're ready."

"understood."

Gu Weinan was sitting on the bar counter typing on the computer, talking to himself,

"Except for free shipping, it's just bargaining, or I just chat with you for a long time and don't buy anything. Customer service is so difficult these days..."

Thinking of his WeChat nickname, Wu Shan couldn't help laughing,

"Is it difficult for you?"

"Isn't it?"

"I see that other stores have dedicated people to do customer service."

"Ordinary people who sell classical music really can't do it. The same melody, everyone plays it differently. How many years of recording is good, which company releases the high quality, and the girl who sells clothes really doesn't know it. I can come by myself."

"Then do you study music?"

The melody gradually calmed down. Gu Weinan closed the notebook he had been beating on, picked up the glass at hand and took a sip of water. The sleeve of his left hand slid down to reveal the glaring scar. He looked up at the top of the corner cabinet. He looked over, and there lay a dusty suitcase, which seemed to contain some kind of musical instrument.

"Don't look at me like this. After all, I graduated from the String Department of the Conservatory of Music, but I had an accident three years ago, and I haven't played the piano again."

"That's right, that's a pity."

Gu Weinan didn't seem particularly disappointed, instead he comforted Wu Shan,

"Don't take it to heart, it's okay. Playing an instrument requires talent. No matter how hard I practice, I can't catch up with those masters. It's better to concentrate on listening."

"You just said, who played this piece?"

"Richter, the piece was written by Bach and has been played by many people, but this version is my favorite."

"If you don't delve into it, you really don't understand these things."

"Actually, it's just listening. From now on, I'll play one for you every day. After listening to it for a few years, I think you'll become a music fan."

Both Gu Weinan and Wu Shan understand that the courier industry has a high turnover of personnel. Many people quit after a period of time or switch to companies that pay more. To make it up, the newcomer becomes the old man, and the old man becomes the newcomer again. No one will remain the same. Maybe the industry will go bankrupt tomorrow, and the Taobao store will also close. How can there be a few years between the two.

But one must have a little good wish.

Gu Weinan's cell phone vibrated, he glanced at the contact, bypassed Wu Shan, walked through the living room and opened the balcony door to pick it up, just in time for the lyrical movement to be played, Wu Shan was concentrating on packing the goods, while he could hear intermittent calls coming from the balcony pass it on,

"Yes...it's me, Mr. Xie, you said..."

"I can hear you...you can hear me...the last time you asked me to help you find it? Um...uh..."

"Beethoven has arrived, Brahms is still on the way, right..."

"Probably next month, I'll call you when it arrives..."

"Okay...You're welcome...I'll hang up first, I'll hang up first..."

"Thank you teacher, goodbye..."

Gu Weinan hung up the phone and rubbed his arms and went back to the house. It was windy outside, and the balcony might still be a bit cold. Every time Wu Shan saw his dangling ankles, he felt cold.

"The signal in my house is not very good. It's an old building. I have to go to the balcony to answer the phone."

"Is it from a guest?"

"Well, an old gentleman from Hangzhou is old and can't use a computer, so he can only call me."

"How old are these guests of yours?"

"Yeah, Mr. Wang may come over in two days, maybe you can see it again, it's more than 70, my wife won't let him buy it, so he will secretly come to me to buy it, and then take it back quietly, you can't send it by express, the old lady is easy Suspicious."

"It's interesting."

"Yeah, you said that they are retired, their children are grown up, they have money and time to enjoy, and they have to sneak around with just this little hobby."

"Is their family similar to yours, with too many disks to listen to?"

"Isn't that right, my wife actually doesn't know which one is new and which one is old, and she just knows that she will buy it after listening to it, so she will be angry."

"You said...if they are really gone, what will happen to these disks?"

Gu Weinan looked out the window in a daze. He suddenly remembered a passage he had heard before. If a large number of books suddenly appeared in the waste station, some old people must have passed away. At that time, these CDs would also be packaged and disposed of, although this is not what he should Worry about the problem.Wu Shan had already packed all the goods, but he didn't intend to get up. He looked at him expectantly, as if he wanted to hear something.

"I used to think that the classical music industry would gradually decline due to the development of digital media technology, but I never thought that it might come to an end because of the disappearance of a large number of people who love these things."

"digital media?"

"That's right, CDs used to be the most advanced lossless audio source, but with the maturity and advancement of technology, you can now listen to music in lossless format on many apps. Changes in carriers have led to the closure or transformation of many record companies."

"But there are still a lot of people who listen to CDs, right?"

Wu Shan looked at his neatly packed boxes and asked him.

"Yes, after all, we have a large population base, and those who still insist on buying CDs are probably enthusiasts like me."

"What counts as a fever?"

"It should be said that music equipment lovers."

Gu Weinan looked at the power amplifier equipment in the middle of the living room and said to him:

"I have assembled this set by myself for about ten years, and the current state is the best I can adjust."

"So that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Wu Shan carried the suitcases to the entrance in two trips, and then went back to pick up the coat that was on the chair.

"As long as someone still buys your disk, I won't lose my job."

"Can you stop calling 'you' all the time, I'm just three years older than you."

"Sorry, I'm used to it."

"It's okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!"

At 11:30, Gu Weinan collected the packing materials in the house, washed his hands and planned to cook a bowl of noodles. Living alone is troublesome. If you cook too much, you can’t eat it.In fact, chatting with Wu Shan was very pleasant, Gu Weinan put a few slices of milk cabbage in the pot, next time if he cooks too much, I can leave him to eat together.

When Wu Shan returned to the dormitory at night, he was thirsty. He saw that the can of Coke that Gu Weinan gave him yesterday was still on the table, so he opened it and drank it.I don't know if it was because of the Coke, but he didn't feel sleepy until very late. He plugged in the earphones and prepared to listen to the song. The software pushed a violin solo.

In the twilight at four o'clock in the morning, Wu Shan saw a person standing in the light playing the piano in the distance. He wanted to walk over, but there was always a distance between the two.The melody is like this, the man stands tall and straight, his fingertips move lightly, and the hand that draws the bow flows smoothly. It is Gu Weinan standing in the light. He is intoxicated with his eyes closed, bright as a star, but lonely and deserted.

TBC