Did the iceberg crane melt?

Many years ago, Ning Zhengrong and Helai were studying in Camellia Primary School, Xiao Helai was in class one and Xiao Zhengrong was in class two.Both of them are minor celebrities in the school - Ning Zhengrong is the "child next door", while Helai is the "rumored child".

The so-called children from the next door are those who are smart, have excellent grades, are good-looking, actively participate in extracurricular activities, and can speak a few foreign languages. They are like the little sun in fairy tales. Teachers and classmates like to hang around him.

If you are unconvinced and say back that "mixed-race children have an advantage in learning languages", your parents will slap you with chestnuts. Dry', I think you are a dry tofu."

As for Xiao Helai, even though he is a top-notch academic and well-known like Xiao Zhengrong, very few parents use him as a benchmark when educating their children.

To talk about the reason, in the words of Xiaohelai's classmates, he is "too cool"!

When everyone in the first grade started to draw dog and climb characters, Xiao Helai wrote neatly and beautifully in italics, and won countless gold awards for blackboard newspapers and handwritten newspapers for the class.

Moreover, he knows a lot... Poems and ancient prose are at his fingertips.He was originally fair and handsome, and he was born with a calm and refined air. Just standing there, he was like a fairy who came out of an ancient poem, which was beyond reach.

Except for answering the teacher's questions in class, almost no one saw Xiaohe talk, and few people dared to go over and initiate a conversation.It's not that he is deliberately isolated and alienated. The classmates actually admire him very much, but they just feel that "I am not worthy" in front of Helai.

Later, at the parent-teacher meeting, it was discovered that Xiaohelai was hiding something: his father, Hezhang, is a master in the calligraphy world. Wherever his inscription is, it is a symbol of grade. Newspaper headlines ostentatious.So even the parents feel "I don't deserve it".

Speaking of homework, although the top ten rankings in the grade are relatively stable, there are only a few people back and forth, but Xiaohelai has firmly held on to the top of the rankings since the entrance examination, and has never failed a single test.

There was no term "xueba" back then, but there was no doubt that Xiaohelai was the well-deserved overlord of that class.

A small reporter from the campus radio station went to interview him and asked if he had any tips, how can he be the best in every exam?

Xiao Helai's answer was very simple, "Just get full marks in every subject."

The little reporter was in tears, right? As long as the paper does not deduct points, no one can surpass me. What a simple and distant answer!

This celestial and cool school bully is the ice and snow on the mountain that all elementary school students in Camellia look up to, and Xiao Zhengrong is no exception.

As an outstanding student representative of the same class, Xiao Zhengrong really wanted to find a chance to get to know Xiao Helai, but the two of them were not in the same class, at most they would meet each other in the corridor occasionally, and Xiao Helai didn't even look at him.

It's no wonder that Xiaohelai didn't even know his classmates well, so how could he pay attention to strangers in the next class?

But Xiao Zhengrong was not discouraged.At the Christmas party before the winter vacation of the third grade, he found out in advance that the finale program was He Lai's impromptu calligraphy. He had an idea and volunteered to say that he had a tenth grade violin and was willing to accompany the scene to enhance the atmosphere.

The teacher in charge originally planned to play a tape of guqin music as the background music, but in terms of effect, it is naturally better to play it live.So she asked Xiao Zhengrong what kind of music he would play, preferably Chinese style, which could match the calligraphy performance.

Xiao Zhengrong said confidently, "Liang Zhu, Homesickness, Good Night, and I Love You China, I know it myself."

So the next day, he carried his beloved violin back to school, went to the music classroom after school, and asked the teacher to decide on the repertoire after listening to the performance.

Unexpectedly, the teacher said, I called classmate Helai, and you two children can discuss together.

Xiao Zhengrong was overjoyed and agreed.

When he turned around, he happened to see Xiao Helai standing at the door of the classroom. His figure was slim and tall. The afterglow of the setting sun painted a halo around his body, and the boy's originally indifferent temperament became gentle.

There was only one thought left in Xiao Zhengrong's mind: I don't know if my violin grade [-] is enough.

Going out with his parents to "see the world" since he was a child, Xiao Zhengrong knows how to deal with people. Whether it is an elder or a child of the same age, he loves his routines, but for some reason, he is a little nervous for no reason in front of Xiaohe.

He put down the violin lightly, stretched out his right hand as naturally as possible, and greeted with a smile, "Hello, come here, my name is Ning Zhengrong."

"Hello." Xiao Helai hesitated a little, reached out and shook his hand lightly.

Xiao Zhengrong smiled even brighter, thinking to himself, I thought he was the type to be cold and ignore people, but he was actually very polite and easy to talk to.

The teacher asked, "Crane, have you considered the content of calligraphy?"

He Lai nodded, "I wrote Wang Wei's "Youth Journey."

Xiao Zhengrong has memorized Wang Wei's "Youth Journey" series of poems - who knows that if you don't suffer from Bian Ting, you will still hear the fragrance of chivalry even if you die.He looked at the other party and thought to himself, it's quite a contrast for such a refined and fragile person to write such majestic poems.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckled, and met Xiao Helai's gaze, "I'm sorry. I just thought you could write poems that are indifferent to the world, such as 'People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine'." He thought in his heart Say, after all, you have such a temperament.

Xiaohe came with a blank expression and said, "It's okay."

Xiao Zhengrong hurriedly shook his hands, "I'm talking nonsense, you don't need to listen to me. But, what song should "Youth Walk" go with ... I'll try it first."

He put the violin on his shoulders and plucked lightly on the strings.Without squinting, Xiaohe took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his schoolbag, spread them on the table, and began to write.

The teacher is timing the time. According to the plan, the duration of this program should be controlled at five to six minutes, which is exactly the time of a piece of music.It's too long, I'm afraid the small audience in the audience will be impatient; it's too short, and it's not enough for a trump card program.

Helai was originally the little male god in everyone's mind, and with the popular prince Ning Zhengrong, the teacher could already imagine the childish screams and applause of the audience.

Xiao Zhengrong made a prelude, and when he saw Xiaohe come to spread out the big paper, his eyes, which had no concern for the outside world, were filled with spirit immediately, full of thick ink, writing like wind, and his posture was calm and graceful, adding charm to the music .

He saw it in his eyes, and unconsciously started to desert, thinking, it is said that serious boys are the most handsome, as expected, even if He Lai does not write calligraphy on stage, but rewrites math homework, he can fascinate the teachers and students in the school.

Xiaohe came to finish writing the word "Qian" in the first sentence of "Xinfeng Wine Dou Ten Thousand", stopped writing and turned his head slightly to glance at Xiao Zhengrong.Xiao Zhengrong's heart skipped a beat, thinking, did he find that I was distracted?No, no, no, so I will become a drag.

He made up his mind and stopped stealing glances at Helai.The music enters the main chapter and gradually becomes more magnificent, showing the emotions of the musicians.This song "Vertical and Horizontal" was originally a movie soundtrack, and the original song was a very chivalrous guqin piece. After listening to it, Xiao Zhengrong liked it, so he asked his private teacher to pick up the score and teach him to perform it with the violin.

The original intention was to refresh his mind and body while practicing the repertoire for the grade examination, but he had practiced it very well without knowing it. At this time, seeing Xiaohe splashing ink, the lines of ancient poems reappeared in his mind, and he suddenly had a new understanding of the meaning of the song. comprehension.

How many years is the Xianyang Ranger of Xinfeng Meijiu fighting for ten thousand.

Meeting the spirit of the king is the king's drink, which is the side of the weeping willow of the horse tall building.

Born as an official Han Habayashiro, he first followed the hussars to fight Yuyang.

Who knows that if you don't suffer from the side court, you will still hear the fragrance of chivalrous bones even if you die.

A body can break two carved arcs, and a captive riding a thousand weights seems to be nothing.

Sitting on the golden saddle and tuning Bai Yu, they shot and killed Wu Danyu one after another.

At the end of the banquet, the monarchs and ministers of the Han family talked about Yuntai's military exploits.

The emperor Linxuan bestowed Hou Yin, and the general wore it out of Mingguang Palace.

At the end of the song, Xiao Zhengrong opened his eyes, raised his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat that broke out on his forehead at an unknown time, he could almost see Xiaohe come to write the last word "Gong", and the ink was exhausted.

The teacher pinched his watch, stepped forward and together with Xiao Helai took up the long scroll with wet ink on the floor, and exclaimed, "It's really good, it's so well written."

It was not the first time for Xiao Zhengrong to see Xiaohelai's handwriting, but it was limited to the neat and beautiful regular script in the rice paper exercise book-Xiaohelai's calligraphy class homework, which will be exhibited throughout the whole grade every time.

And the scroll in front of him made Xiao Zhengrong's heart agitated, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.He couldn't believe that such a wanton and unrestrained running script was written by this weak and weak peer in front of him.Previously, I doubted whether the other party could write the style of "Youth Journey", but the facts proved how shallow my vision was.

When freed from the shackles of the Mizi grid, the lines of poetry swung by the crane are like dragons, wind and thunder, and long swords in the hands of young people, criss-crossing the sky and the earth.Nothing can limit him, nothing can stop him.

Xiao Zhengrong suddenly understood that Helai's "coldness" was not because he was independent from the world, but because he had a whole world in his chest.The rivers, seas, mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars are all in his heart and under his pen.

What kind of mighty world is needed to accommodate Helai's lively and surging heart.