hate farewell thirteen

After Song Shuman graduated and returned to China, she didn't have to be busy with her studies, so she had a lot more free time.At first she was happy with the free time, and finally she was able to do something she wanted to do, the article she always wanted to write in class, but now she was sitting at the desk with a pen but didn't know how to start it.

There is a lot of free time allocated, but I don't know what to do.Occasionally, she went to her father's shop to help with the management, looked through the ledger, and was drawn in by the series of numbers.

Song Shuman didn't dare to stay longer, so she found an excuse to escape, fearing that someone would see something, so she fled all the way, and she was relieved when she fled to the property of the Liao family.

"Liao Shenyan, teach me to read the ledger."

"Miss Song is not kidding me, I remember you learned this."

Song Shuman faltered, and explained slowly: "No... I don't remember, please tell me again."

Liao Shenyan spoke a series of words, but she half understood, "Wait a minute, please speak more slowly and carefully, I don't understand this."

Liao Shenyan picked up the water cup to drink to moisten his throat, and took a breath, "Why do you act like you have never learned anything, you don't know anything."

Song Shuman didn't dare to look directly into Liao Shenyan's eyes, she pressed her eyes to the corner of the ledger, and said in a very low voice, "After the past, I secretly changed my major and studied Western medicine, so naturally I wouldn't do this."

Liao Shenyan didn't have too much emotional reaction, he asked her calmly: "Why did you suddenly go to study medicine?"

Song Shuman couldn't recall the afternoon when she changed her major with her teacher. It seemed to be cloudy, but it seemed to be very bright, so she couldn't remember clearly.She only remembered the little boy who suddenly fainted on the side of the street and was rescued by a passing medical student. The weather was fine that day, and even when she looked up, she couldn't see the fragments of clouds.

"As soon as your head gets hot, go."

"Then you are not suitable for business. You can't do business with a hot head. If you are hot-headed, it will probably be a loss-making business."

Song Shuman didn't plan to do business at first, there is a younger brother in the family, and her father is also healthy, "I just help out, and I don't make decisions or make decisions."

"Let me give you a general idea first. You can borrow two books when you go back, and ask me if you don't understand."

Song Shuman interrupted his private teaching, "I haven't told anyone about my medical studies."

"Understood, I'm not a talkative person. I have a lot of things recently, and I don't have the time for chatting."

Song Shuman rarely saw Liao Shenyan who was serious and quiet, but now he sounded steady and reliable.

"Liao Shenyan, you seem to be different from before."

The pen in Liao Shenyan's hand paused, and the ink spilled out, blurring half of the words written in the pen.He looked up and laughed again, "What's different? Isn't it still me? I'm still Liao Shenyan, and I'm still so handsome."

It seems to have changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Song Shuman borrowed books and took them home. Except for the meals, they were all at the desk. The days went back to the time when she was studying. She just transferred to medicine. Teachers and classmates looked down on domestic ones. All that's left is to immerse yourself in reading.

"Shuman."

Song Shuman got up and followed her father all the way to his study, "What's the matter, father?"

"Sit down, it's nothing serious."

"Shuman, tell Dad, is there anyone you like in your heart?"

"Father, why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"It's not urgent now. I can still protect you for several years, but my daughter's family is going to marry. I'm here. If your husband's family bullies you, you still have some confidence. If..."

"You are in good health."

Father sighed, "I'll give you a year or two. If you don't want to marry, just stay with me first."

Song Shuman acted like a little daughter with her father's arm on her pillow, "Accompany me, I want to accompany my father for the rest of my life."

"It's impossible for a lifetime. In a year or two at the latest, I'm going to marry you off."

"I heard that you went to the store some time ago, are you still used to it?"

With a guilty conscience, Song Shuman sat up straight stiffly and obediently, stumbling and talking: "It's still a habit, but it's just the beginning, and I'm more or less uncomfortable."

"I'll let them guide you more, so you can adapt better. Although you don't need to be the master of the house, it's better to know a little bit than to know nothing and rely on your husband's family."

"Your mother is very powerful. Unlike the young ladies of other families, she is very smart and will not treat herself badly at all."

This was the first time Song Shuman heard his father talk about his mother after his mother died.

When her mother was born, she often took Song Shuman to read and write. She told Song Shuman the story of her own youth and the mountains and rivers she swam.The mother once promised that when she recovered, she would definitely take Shuman out to see the scenery of the world together.

When the younger brother was born, the mother died, and she couldn't be happy to see him.The younger brother is good-looking, his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to that of his mother, and she can't bear to hate him.

"How did father know mother at that time?"

"She came to meet me, at the door of the Westerners' church."

Father just started talking when Uncle Li knocked on the door, "Master, someone is looking for you."

Father quietly closed his eyes, rubbed his temples with his index finger and middle finger together, and said in a slightly tired voice, "It's so late."

"It's from Boss Zhang."

The father opened his eyes and said to Song Shuman: "Shuman, go back to your room first."

"Did something happen?"

"What's going on, isn't it business cooperation or something, it's okay, you can go back first."

Song Shuman walked to the end of the corridor and turned her head secretly, but she saw nothing. She was thinking about the story in her heart, at the door of the Westerner's church.

Song Shuman hasn't heard about her mother from others for a long time. After a long time, she got used to it when she got used to it. Today, she accidentally mentioned it, and realized that she misses her so much. The miss accumulates in her heart, bit by bit, and now she opens it, almost It was overflowing.

There is a moon tonight, so she opened the window sill to see that her mother was as bright as the moonlight, flowing gently into water, flowing through her heart.

Song Shuman was afraid of the dark, Lei Yutian hid in her mother's arms when she was a child, and her mother rubbed her head and sang softly a song whose name was not known.

"Southern rain in March, spring is incomprehensible..."

The singing wafted over the bed, slipped outside against the crack of the window, subdued the wind and rain, and slipped into Song Shuman's little dream.

It was cloudy for several days in a row, Song Shuman was studying accounting at home, and almost got sick of sitting, and finally met a sunny day, so she went out of the house.

"Sister Zhou."

"Why are you here today?"

"The weather is good, it's boring to stay at home."

"I'm not the same here, I'm bored in another place."

Song Shuman went to the window and opened it, the room became brighter, she poured tea for Song Shuman, and handed her the book on the table, "The book that Qingmei left behind, she doesn't know when she will come next time. If you are free, help me take it back to her."

Song Shuman took the book and flipped through it in her hand, her fingertips resting on the manuscript paper mixed in the book, on which the title "Moon and Mountain" was scribbled, and the story was written for more than three pages.

The handwriting was Xu Qingmei's, and Song Shuman began to read it until Zhou Ru handed her a clean handkerchief, Zhou Ru asked, "Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Song Shuman wiped the tears on her cheeks, she cried lightly, and the tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes, Song Shuman tried to raise the corner of her mouth and looked at Zhou Ru and replied: "The ending of this article is so bad, it hurts my heart. Broken."

Zhou Ru covered Song Shuman's hand, she stroked Song Shuman's back, and patted it lightly, "What are you talking about?"

"I'll read it to you."

"Then I will sit and listen to you."

"The early winter of the Jihai Year of the Lunar Calendar..."

In the early winter of the Lunar New Year, Dongqing passed by the musical instrument store opened by a Westerner at the corner of the street. She stood by the glass front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the violin displayed in the window. A few poor copper coins.

She comforted herself that it was just a few strings tied to wood, no different from her lute.

Holly doesn't know that the violin is not played with fingertips, but only the upper-class people can see the violin at the concert.

In the early winter of the same year, Chunsheng left her hometown with her violin and a package of old clothes on her back, bought a one-way train ticket from the south, and drove all the way north.She got off the car at the most prosperous place at that time, which was Shanghai, and even the air was mixed with foreign flavor.

Chunsheng wandered around the street corners in Shanghai. Every time he entered a shop, he picked up his broken and cheap self-esteem, asked humbly if he would accept it, and was invited out again.

Her voice is too low, her eyes are lowered to her toes, and with so many things to do, no one wants to talk to a little girl who looks like she has run away from home.

Chunsheng lived in the hotel for the first few days, and the rooms got smaller and smaller, dirty and noisy.She was a light sleeper, and the other side of the wall was always noisy in the middle of the night, shaking her to and fro, and she couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Chunsheng got out of bed. There was no window in her room, so she sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, thinking of the moon outside the window.

At dawn the next day, Chunsheng went to a musical instrument store with her violin on his back. The owner of the musical instrument store insisted that the sound of the violin was not good.

Later, when she passed by again, her violin was hung by the boss at the window, and a girl was staring at her violin.

"Do you like the violin too?"

Chunsheng shook his head, this violin was already a burden to her, just like her past life, she had to sell it to forget her past life.

"You don't look like a local."

"I'm from the southeast, and I've only been here for a few days."

"I'm also from the south! I came here when I was 12 years old. They said Shanghai is beautiful, so I came to see it."

Yes, Shanghai is beautiful.She lives in a small basement with a few square meters, and she can't see any good scenery.

Dongqing came from the countryside. Her mother said that her father was from a big city and had received a high degree of education. She had never met her father before, so she came to look for her and settled in Shanghai.

"Holly, where did you go?"

It was the sister from the next room who was talking, but she was older than Dongqing and had only been here for a year or two.

Dongqing waved the new string in her hand, "The string of the pipa is broken, I went to buy strings."

"Playing with your broken lute all day long."

Dongqing smiled at Xing'an, "What are you singing tonight?"

"Song list, take it and read it, you can sing three times."

Dongqing works as a singer in Little Shanghai, which is a dance hall, a miniature version of Shanghai, only the upper class can afford it.

Dongqing plays the pipa very well, she learned it from her mother since she was a child, but Little Shanghai doesn't want to play the pipa.

That night, Dongqing sang two songs before leaving work. It was snowing outside the street. Xing An originally went back with her, but luckily An had something to do that day, so she went back early after stepping down.

She was braving the snow, and the snow particles fell on her shoulders sparsely. At this point in the night, there were only scattered passers-by besides the neon street lights.

In the musical instrument store on the corner of the street, a thin and frail girl was sitting next to the window, carrying a small package on her back. It was the little girl she met that day.

"Why are you here?"

Chunsheng looked up at Dongqing, then lowered her head and did not speak. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, until the bloody smell hit her tongue.But when her body hurts, she can't care about other things.

Dongqing stretched out her hand to hold Chunsheng's hand, her hand was cold and scalded by Dongqing's fingertips.

Dongqing pulled Chunsheng and walked forward. She couldn't help following for a while before asking, "...where are you going?"

"Go and stay with me for one night, I can't let you stay on the street."

Holly's room is small, but there are windows, and the moon can be seen outside the window. Tonight's moon is missing a corner, not full.

"Squeeze with me, I can't find a second bed at this point."

Chunsheng nodded dumbly, and she squeezed the corner of the quilt and got on the bed. This place is cleaner and tidy than the hotel.

Dongqing turned to face Chunsheng, her eyes curled up, "You can live here from now on, I'm afraid of the dark, so I dare not sleep alone."

Chunsheng looked at Dongqing's eyes, and there was something shining in them, and the broken stars complemented the light of the moon.

The moon is full.

Zhou Ru took the book and covered it on the manuscript paper, "Don't read any further."

Song Shuman raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Shuman only felt that there was some past concern hidden in sister Zhou's expression, but she couldn't guess it.

Zhou Ru erased the strangeness, and as usual, she smiled softly, "Didn't you always want to hear me play the pipa? Let me play the pipa for you."

Zhou Ru's legs overlapped, and the cyan peony cheongsam opened up to her thighs, revealing her smooth calves.With a straight back, he took the pipa and put it on his lap, pressed the strings with his right hand, raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiled, plucked the strings with his left hand, and sang a little song from his hometown.

It's not the same as Jiangning's dialect. Song Shuman couldn't understand the meaning of Zhou Ru's singing. She just felt that Wu Nong's soft words really touched her heart. She sighed that she really deserves to be a Jiangnan woman, even to the bone. All exude that elegance.

"You are the most beautiful when you hold the pipa and play and sing ditties. It is gentle and soft, and it is most like the name Shuman."

Zhou Ru stopped playing the pipa and looked up at her, even if she switched to Mandarin, she still had that softness, "I look like you?"