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In September, the autumn tiger hadn’t come yet, but it was still sweltering, the X University was crowded, and freshmen wearing camouflage uniforms could be seen everywhere, all of whom had just returned from the military camp, and all of them were tanned by at least three shades.

Zhou Wang rolled up his sleeves, showing half of his tanned arms, and helped unload the truck. He was the first batch of students to arrive at the school on the bus. The welcome staff saw him wandering slowly with headphones on, and he seemed to have settled down a long time ago. Okay, just pull him over to help.

During the period, he was sent a new recruiting list from the student union, and he threw it away after helping.

X University has a lot of clubs, and some booths have been set up one after another at this time. It is said that there will be a club festival the next day, and the scene is lively anyway.

When Zhou Wang walked to the booth of the Guitar Club, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and "Brother" was displayed on the screen.

"Hello, Xiaowang?"

"..."

"Can Xiao Wang hear it?"

"Well, I'm here. I just arrived at school. The military training ended yesterday, and classes will start next Monday."

"Oh that's good. How are the school facilities? Have you had lunch? Where's the cafeteria?"

"It's all good, don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, brother should accompany you to stay there for two days."

"Why are you here? You have more things to start school over there than I do. I'm busy with you."

"...Then, I hung up?"

"OK Bye Bye."

Zhou Wang hung up the line, walked to the Guitar Club desk expressionlessly, and said to the two girls who had been watching him for a long time, "Application form."

Suppressing the pain in his heart, he bent down to fill in the information on the application form, writing so hard that the paper was torn.

Zhou Le spoke to him in a cautious voice, since that irreversible summer night, it seemed that he was no longer his younger brother, but a fragile monster who needed to be treated with pity and entanglement by him.

A few days after the college entrance examination, Zhou Wang returned to school. Although Zhou Wang knew that his brother had asked for leave from the studio, college students who were about to graduate really didn’t have much vacation. Say it at night.

No matter how impulsive, the emotional backlog will inevitably erupt, and he has chosen the right time. He can't push Zhou, and he must give him enough space to retreat.

If the elder brother backed away, he would not follow him anymore.

Zhou Wang filled out a volunteer with a distant address, spent the summer vacation alone, and packed his luggage in an empty home when school was about to start, but Zhou Jie opened the door at this time, rushed to him, and said to him: "I'll come back to see you off. "Then walked to the closet, opened the door and helped him tidy up his autumn clothes.

He probably really will stay in his hometown until the end of autumn before returning to Huancheng, Zhou Wang looked at his brother's fingers folding the thin scarf.

But if his brother is not here, Huancheng is meaningless to him.

There is no place where there are no parents, no Zhou, and it cannot be regarded as a hometown at all.

It was a week before he was sent to the train. In the movie, the figure on the platform was getting smaller and smaller, and the scene where he cried at the end turned out to be true.

At that moment, Zhou Wang seemed to be back when he was a child. His head was pressed against the window glass, and the grievances poured out unscrupulously along with the tears, but it was so quiet that only a small piece of soaked glass faced him.

Why don't you want me.

There were also sporadic passengers shuttling in the carriage, and the air conditioner was blowing cold air. The announcer said, "I wish you all a pleasant journey."

Zhou Wang raised his eyes, the scenery in front of him was swayed by the water and light, the train had already left Huancheng where he had lived for 18 years, and the fields under the bright sunlight were shining undeniably.

Zhou Wang soon became one of the most eye-catching freshmen. He was popular enough even if he stayed in the Engineering Academy with an imbalanced male-to-female ratio. Girls from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Chinese Department would go to the training room of the Guitar Club and ask straightforwardly: "Teach me how to play the guitar."

But Zhou Wang didn't respond to these, and the indifferent side face holding the guitar was even more attractive.

The band formed by the Guitar Club is a group of outrageous boys, and among them is the "∞ senior" (∞: Infinity) who has not graduated enough credits. Although Zhou Wang is quite unpleasant in their eyes, he has a good voice. I was also very good at reading fingering during the interview, so I was invited to join.

He started college life in such a stable and silent way, sometimes skipping classes, going to the guitar club to practice songs a few times a week, and also began to try to arrange music.

When he received the confession in full view or the anonymous chocolate, he also thought about it, why not try it, to hold the girl's soft and petite hand instead of the knuckles, and to kiss the lips that seem to know that the touch is completely different from his dream , to enjoy the shy and impulsive love, which is completely different from what Zhou Leo gave him—the natural tacit understanding generated from the long-term common life, and the care catalyzed by the blood connection. love.

But every time he thinks of this, his brain becomes dull, his heart is full, his heart is completely full of eyes, it is all weeks, and there is no room for any chance.

Then the winter vacation came, and Zhou Wang was debating whether to book tickets a few days later and return to Huancheng the day before New Year’s Eve, but he received a call from Zhou Ji, and his brother stammered that he might not be able to go home this New Year’s Eve, and the internship company had to do it. Advertisement broadcast in the Spring Festival.

"Xiao Wang...how about you come to my place? I'll take you around after work, just as a tourist?"

"No, you don't have time to watch me when you're busy. In fact, I just turned down a part-time job because I was going home for the New Year. Now I can get it back, so that the living expenses for the next semester will be enough."

"Don't be too tired, I have a salary now, and there is a bonus after finishing this advertisement, which is enough for your two years of tuition."

"Well, I know, you are still more wordy than my mother." Zhou Wang held the mobile phone, and held a dying cigarette in his other hand.At this time, he was standing on the balcony of the dormitory, and the night wind was a bit strong. Zhou Yao heard the whirring of the wind over there, so he asked him if he was outside.

"Go into the house quickly, and be careful of catching a cold."

"Then I hang up."

"Ah."

He took the mobile phone from his ear and looked at the photos of his brother and himself in high school that were reproduced on the screen. The call time was 4 minutes and 28 seconds. black down.

The roommate in the dormitory called him: "Zhou Wang, remember to turn off the lights when you are going to sleep."

He readily agreed, put the phone in his pocket, took one last puff of the cigarette, and the fire ring burned to the filter.At that moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, and pressed down the red cigarette butt against the palm of the other hand.

Although the area of ​​the burning pain was only so small, he felt pain all over his body, his shoulders couldn't help being tense, and beads of sweat started to secrete from the corners of his forehead.

When he reacted, he took away the cigarette butt, leaving a blood-red mark on his palm, and a small stream of blood snaked down, not enough to drip onto the ground.

Zhou Wang suddenly felt that he was so stupid. He would never have thought about the pretentious self-mutilation method in the past, which made people sneer.

If I let my brother know, if I let my brother know...

He won't know.

Zhou Wang put his hand under the faucet and rinsed it, then went back to the room to find the white wine that his roommate hid under the bed in order to avoid the housekeeper, unscrewed it and poured some to disinfect the wound. The cigarette burnt.

After putting on the Band-Aid, he turned off the light, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and said to himself:

He wouldn't know, he wouldn't want to know.

The part-time job during the winter vacation is to sing in a tavern. The "∞ senior" has been in the local rock scene for a long time, and he said that he would not have to worry about eating and drinking during this vacation, and his salary would never be in arrears.

Except for the other guitarist who returned home, all of them stayed here. There are a lot of young people who have left their hometowns for music. Everyone gets together and plans to spend the New Year in the livehouse.

The bands were very popular with each other, and it didn't take long for them to get to know each other like brothers. Zhou Wang is the youngest in the group, and he is usually taken care of.We cook hot pot together in the tavern kitchen, and sometimes go to other venues after the resident singing, sleep until noon every day, smoke and drink, and sweat profusely on stage at night.

The band didn't take shape at first, and the names were chosen randomly. After Zhou Wang came, he gradually became the official lead singer, and his popularity is not low.

After several days of continuous noise, several people in the band said that tonight they would play some soothing tunes and let Zhou Wang sing folk songs.

Singing folk songs is of course good, basically you don't need much accompaniment, Zhou Wang can handle it all night with a guitar on stage, those guys obviously want to be lazy.

He chose a few songs and sat down in the middle of the stage. At this time, night had fallen, and the tavern was getting lively, but it was not noisy.

The light shone on him, slowly heating up.

He took off the scarf, folded it and placed it on the chair next to him, his fingers naturally stopped on it for a few seconds, and touched it.

This is for him to clean up on weekdays.

He began to sing.

"The silent you, the sun-bleak forest."

The tune sounds lazy, and only a few wisps of lifeless dullness can be smelled.

"Those you love, tender so soft

I am ignorant, I am desolate and lonely

The years of disillusionment interspersed with the silent present

The whistling youth, you who are silent

Even if you give me a bright tomorrow, you who make me repent

The forbidden game, the long-forgotten age

This taboo game, as ever

We are drifting with the wind, looking for a little joy in the dark night

Facing this spring again

I don't know what's lost, so I sigh and feel sad secretly, the game is so strange

Looking at the flowing crowd, shouting at the silent present

The whistling youth, you who are silent

Even if you give me a bright tomorrow and make me repent..."