pickup

Wandering around, it quickly returned to Wang He after a while, and said happily as if suddenly enlightened: "I see, there are still some things missing."

"What's wrong?" Wang He asked it with a smile.

He could only hear a voice leaning against his ear, a very light and soft "boo".

"It's just a good night kiss, and a good night."

five tones

Wang He turned down the sofa with flushed cheeks, and even the items on the coffee table were swept off by the blanket. He called out nervously to remind Wang He: "Glass!"

Wang He spread the blanket with both hands to catch the falling glass, leaned forward and knelt down on the floor by inertia, knocking over many beer cans piled up on the ground, the glass was gently protected by him in his heart The crazily accelerating heartbeat was transmitted to the palm through it, and Wang He almost forgot to breathe.

The voice worried anxiously beside Wang He: "Are you all right? Did you get knocked?"

Wang He shook his head in a muffled voice, and slowly untied the blanket that entangled his limbs. He put the glass in the middle of the coffee table, bent down to pack the beer cans that were rolling around into the garbage bag, and tied it up. When he was done, his heart beat Can calm down.

Wang He suddenly found silence around him, he turned his head and looked around the room: "Are you there?"

no respond.Wang He's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to shout again, a voice suddenly sounded beside him: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Wang He didn't know how to explain his gaffe just now, "I" didn't say anything for a long time.

"Wang He, I seem to remember something." The voice suddenly said, "That song is like a memory switch... The song should be written by my mother, and she often sang it to me. I remember when I was a child My mother was sitting on the piano chair, and she taught me to play key by key, and said, "This song is made up by my mother with love, and Lin * will teach it to the person I love in the future"——”

The voice "hissed" with some pain: "What?"

"Lin? Is that your surname?" Wang He stood there a little at a loss, and he also felt the powerlessness of expecting a hug when the voice comforted him just now.He tried his best to make his tone sound calm and reliable, "Take your time, don't continue the pain, it doesn't matter if you can't remember."

"No more..." The voice sounded a little dazed and unreal when waking up, "I still can't piece together other trivial memory pictures. I saw the music classroom and... the white ceiling of the hospital."

The voice narrated some memory fragments intermittently, but with these small fragments alone, even if Wang He wanted to help it find clues, he couldn't start.The voice sighed wearily and disappointedly, "Maybe I can sing that song more and remember more things."

A trace of hesitation flashed across Wang He's face, and he quickly returned to normal: "That's it for today, it's good to remember some things. You just said your surname is Lin?"

"Yeah. But I can't remember the full name."

The joy of remembering the surname suppressed the pain and disappointment in the voice that had just been interrupted, and the voice became active again. It circled Wang He a few times and said with a little pride: "Would you like to call me Lin from today?" gentlemen?"

Wang He hooked the corner of his mouth, and firmly refused: "No."

The voice asked angrily, "Why?"

Wang He: "Brother's surname is Lin."

The temper that had just arisen in the voice was vented completely like a small mouth, and it gave a soft "oh" and didn't speak again, like a big child who has done something wrong.If the voice had a shape, Wang He felt that it must be drooping its head now, and it would raise its eyes to observe his expression from time to time when he was not paying attention.

After a while, the voice asked Wang He hesitantly, "Can you give me a name?"

A name is like a bond that connects everything in the world; for the name giver and the recipient, it is a contract that represents further intimacy and responsibility for each other.

Wang He squatted down, wrapped his arms around himself, and said to the voice in a very serious tone: "Are you not afraid that I will name you Lin Ergou?"

The voice was shocked: "You are so reasonable!"

Wang He squatted silently for a while, easily tilting the balance on whether to agree or not.

"How about it, you asked me to name it, I couldn't think of it for a while, I will think about it in my dream tonight, and I will tell you tomorrow, okay?"

The voice asked him puzzled: "Why do you want to think of the name in the dream?"

The retro wall clock on the wall rang punctually and dullly. Accompanied by the sound of rainwater flowing down the window, Wang He blinked his eyes hazy with the dim light.

"Because dreams have everything."

……

The morning after the rain was clean and desolate, which is the kind of silence that Wang He likes. However, he has no class today, and he didn’t even set the alarm clock. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep straight away due to the insanity of drinking last night and the unreasonable tachycardia. eleven o'clock in the morning.

Wang He was awakened by his body clamoring for hunger, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.He sat up sleepily, leaning on the bed with his hair in a daze for a while.

The voice came to Wang He, and he said to the person in front of him with anticipation: "Good morning, Wang He!"

"Good morning." Wang He's voice was lazy, with an inexplicable stickiness.

The two sides were silent for a moment, and their voices urgently reminded Wang He: "What else?"

"What?" Wang He rubbed his hair, lowered his head and yawned, "How nice is the weather today?"

The voice began to circle around Wang He, "What you promised yesterday..."

"What did I say yesterday? Sorry, I forget things the next day when I drink."

"..."

The room fell silent, and after a while, its unhappy voice came from the bedroom door, "It's okay, you don't remember, then forget it."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang He quickly moved to the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand and greeted him with a voice to let him come back to his side, sincerely apologizing to him.

"Then," Wang He took a deep breath, his tone was as solemn as a ceremony, but full of smiles, "Good morning, Lin Sheng."

"Lin Sheng?"

"Well, the sound of the voice." Wang He was a little shy after explaining, quietly waiting for the voice's evaluation.

"Lin Sheng..." The voice murmured the name he just got, "It's the wind blowing through the woods, it sounds very nice."

Wang He slumped his tense shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"Lin Sheng, there is a familiar feeling when I say it, maybe I'm called this name too." Lin Sheng surrounded Wang He and watched him fold the quilt, and he sounded in a very good mood.

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

"Who can tell? It's like a very small probability that the two of us can meet each other."

Wang He's hand shaking the quilt trembled slightly, and continued to tuck the four corners of the quilt without changing his face.He thought of what Lin Sheng said that day in the dark night. Was it to stop the perpetrator's evil deeds, or to persuade himself that he should not lose his desire for life?

If Lin Sheng had hesitated for a few seconds, everything that followed would have been completely different.Lin Sheng will look for another "Wang He" to help him find the past, and he will be able to get rid of this world where he is always alone forever, and get rid of that first love that made him tear his heart apart.

However, now Wang He is very glad that he did not miss Lin Sheng.

"It's not fate." A few gusts of rainy and earthy wind drifted in through the open window, "If you had never made a sound, you and I would never have met."

六声

Since Wang He shared his thoughts that night, the relationship between them has become much closer with each other.Wang He found that when he was with Lin Sheng, he didn't remember his senior brother as often as before.This may be a warm and soft beginning, or it may be another farce that ends in nothing.

Wang He has started to catch up on papers these days, staying up all night at every turn, and living on coffee all day long.He was not a person with a "strong physique" in the first place, how could he stand up to such a toss, and he fell ill early before finishing the thesis.

Seeing this, Lin Sheng spoke anxiously, surrounded Wang He who had wrapped himself up in a quilt ball, asked him how he was, and reminded him to take his medicine on time for three meals.Wang He fell asleep in a daze, and felt that someone next to his ear kept making noises about his sleep. In a fit of anger, he gave a silence order to Lin Sheng who cared about him: "Go away! Don't make noise!"

When Lin Sheng was yelled at by him, he didn't say it or didn't say it, and secretly sulked, angry that Wang He became confused and turned into an idiot.

Lin Sheng ran outside with the idea of ​​letting Wang He fend for himself, and comforted himself by chatting with the vitality and chaos in the city every morning.

He stayed in the middle of the sidewalk, covering his "vision", relying on the sound of footsteps approaching and walking, feeling the heat and wind coming and going.

Even people from the same company, taking the same commuting route, and returning to the same community may just pass by and have no chance to get to know each other.Lin Sheng felt a sense of emptiness inexplicably, and was glad that Wang He was by his side.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but think of the song his mother taught him again. He left the busy business district and wandered to find a sparsely populated pedestrian street. The bird's nest hummed slowly, like a bard traveling far away.

A mother came to the tree with her baby. The baby cried for some reason. The mother coaxed her tiredly and anxiously, but the baby didn't appreciate it at all. She waved her little hands and cried more and more.

Lin Sheng looked down at them, and quietly got into the child's swaddling clothes. He leaned against the child's ear, and was about to hum a familiar melody, when the child burst into laughter suddenly, and grabbed the air with his small hands. Grasp.

Lin Sheng almost instantly