north bird south

The author has something to say: This is the end of the main text of Beiniao, thank you for your company these days, and wish a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.There will be a few episodes that will be released slowly, and the postscript and what I want to say will all be placed in the postscript on Weibo @咨询有酒吗.Finally, thank you again for your company.

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Coincidentally, when I was returning home with those letters, a little accident happened on the way.

The main reason is that I walked too hastily and was scraped by a bicycle that was also speeding.Fortunately, there was nothing serious, but this little accident temporarily cooled my heart.

When I went to my father's house, I smelled of disinfectant all over my body.After sitting for a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Go to see grandpa tomorrow?"

My father replied puzzledly: "Didn't you already go to worship the day before yesterday?"

I don't know why, but I said, "I suddenly miss him."

My father stared at me for a long time, seeing that I seemed to be shrouded in something, so he agreed with me.

The weather was not good, and there was a very sudden light rain that day.

My father brought two small horses, and the two of us each held a black umbrella. We sat in front of the tombstone where grandpa smiled happily, and took out three small white porcelain wine glasses and a bag of peanuts from our pockets.

I:"……"

I said, "We seem to be on an autumn tour."

"Order casually in front of him, and he will be happy to see it." The father curled his lips, poured wine for grandpa, poured five-flavored peanuts into the small plate, and said, "If you burn paper money for him every year, he will be happy." Maybe I'll even scold you in my dreams."

I watched a drop of rain gently rippling on the wine, moved the umbrella forward a little, and covered it for Grandpa, and said, "That's right."

My father said straight to the point: "If you want to ask me anything, I won't lie to you in front of the old man."

I remained silent, and although I was only one question away from the truth, I couldn't open my mouth.

"I heard that you went to meet many people in the old man's letter, so you should know about it." Father knew it well, "Is it about Teacher Yu?"

"Ah."

"Ask, he won't mind." My father glanced at the "Joy" photo, rubbed a peanut to remove the red skin, and handed me the round white embryo, jokingly said, "Maybe Now that he has reunited with the people he misses, he has no time to look at us 'unworthy children and grandchildren'."

I laughed out loud.It's like this every time, my father and I come to visit grandpa's grave, there is no sad atmosphere, it feels like we are here to meet a close friend.

My father's detached attitude made my fear of death indifferent.Grandpa said he wasn't afraid of death, and my father probably wasn't afraid either.He said that there is a "longevity" in his name, which is like a protective talisman, suppressing all those negative emotions.

So I finally dared to ask the question I wanted to know so much: "How did Teacher Yu die?"

My father knew that I must have had my own ideas before I asked, so he asked, "What do you think?"

I told him the worst result I could think of.

"..." My father choked on the peanut's thin and crispy seed coat, coughed several times, and finally took a sip of strong wine to make up for it.

He looked at me and asked, "Changsheng, have you read any novels recently?"

I said I didn't.

He said to me: "You guess... Teacher Yu took a step first, so the old man and him have never met since the outbreak of the war in Huai City. It sounds quite logical. But do you feel that you have overlooked one thing? Big deal."

I asked: "What?"

Father pointed at himself with an index finger: "Where did I come from."

I said, "Grandpa...it was adopted."

The father said confidently: "Do you think the old man's temperament can raise me so much?"

I actually thought it made sense, and blurted out: "It's not possible."

Our father and son looked at each other in dismay: "..."

I gradually understood something. In the process of collecting stories and memory fragments, I had indeed neglected one of the most important insiders—my father.

Except for him, neither the letters nor the "protagonists" of the stories I inquired about could tell me what happened to Xu Zhiyuan after he left Huai City.

I sincerely repented, carefully peeled a peanut for my father, handed it to him, and asked the question again.

This time, the movement of my father's lips became very slow, and the white noise made by the raindrops on the umbrella made me feel inexplicably at ease. My father said something that finally made my heart no longer hang: "I am seven years old. It was picked up and raised by A Yao when he was young, and he also named it."

After hearing what he said, I suddenly wanted to shout to the sky, because I was finally freed from the torment of this problem-the moment I knew my test score was never so easy.

Horror awakened the rest of the sleeping undead in the cemetery, so it didn't.

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Dong Yibai found someone to replace Xu Zhiyuan's death, but because of revenge for killing his father, he angrily spread the news of Xu Zhiyuan's death, and sent the "burned" ashes to Yu Yao who was far away in the north.

Yu Yao buried the ashes in front of the rock, and carved the words one by one - "...my lover is buried here".

What kind of mood did Teacher Yu have when he wrote the character "buried", I realized after a while that the blade of that character is so deep and hard.

He had probably thought about it a hundred times, but he was wearing a white coat of the same robe and a technical layer, looking at those newcomers who were clumsy and unable to provoke the leader, Yu Yao sat blankly on the office chair and didn't know what to do. good.

Just when his angry thoughts were living alone in the ashes, struggling constantly, Wu Xiaofeng, who had been serving him by his side, brought him a child.

It was a vagrant who had lost his relatives since he was a child, and was arrested for stealing Wu Xiaofeng's wallet on the street.

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My father asked me if I had read "The Catcher in the Rye", which said: "The sign of a person's immaturity is to die vigorously for a reason. The sign of a person's maturity is to live humbly for a reason. "

This sentence may not apply to the era of too much sacrifice and bloodshed, nor to those who are desperate and unfulfilled.But he is suitable for Teacher Yu.

Teacher Yu is gentle, forbearing, and silent, just like many people in this yellow land, who are good at enduring suffering.

There are too many reasons to nail a skeleton to his soul, which looks so tough that no one can break it.

No one knew what he was suffering from.

My father asked me: "Do you understand why my name is Xu Changsheng?"

I nodded.

"Later... there were not many mistakes. Xu Zhiyuan wandered in the chaos of war for two full years before going to Beicheng to meet A Yao." He looked at the sky and said reminiscingly, "I It was the first time I saw A Yao cry like that, obviously there was no sound, but it seemed that there was nowhere to complain, and the grief broke down, even if it took a few days and nights, it could not be calmed down." He thought, the invincible Teacher Yu is also a mortal body. He sighed, "That's why I had a bad first impression of Xu Zhiyuan, and it's even worse when I know that I have the same surname as him."

I:"……"

I asked, "Do you and grandpa often quarrel?"

The father said indignantly: "When he scolds you, it can only be regarded as petty trouble, and scolding me will be even more ruthless."

"We have been quarreling and conflicting, who knows that the years will pass slowly like this." My father said, "After the victory of the war, the two applied to retire from their posts and settled in Beicheng. Long and peaceful days. At that time, the streets were full of joy of beating gongs and drums every day, and it was extremely lively, especially in Beicheng."

"It's just that Mr. Yu spent many years with those nuclei and atoms... In short, I don't know how to get along with things, and I don't pay attention to taking care of my body, so I got some problems. He was in his sixties. , that is, in the year you were born, you died of stomach cancer. So the old man carved the second half of the sentence on the rock."

It turned out that they wrote the inscriptions on the rock together. No wonder Grandpa never gave me an accurate answer.

I am silent.

After listening to a person's life in just a few minutes, I suddenly felt a little bit emotional.

Both novels and stories are good at telling people's youth, what is the end of youth, and what is the protagonist's whole life.People think that parting is sadness, death is sadness, and asking for nothing is sadness. Seeing that the pages of the book have no follow-up, the fate of the people in the book seems to be fixed, and people can't help crying and sighing.

But if you look at a person's whole life, youth is just a moment, and so are childhood, middle age, and old age.From which age group do I want to take a label and write a complete definition of this person's life.

Probably not.

Just like the 20-year-old Yu Yao who is clean and full of revenge, the 30-year-old Yu Yao who lost his love and experienced two years of darkness and numbness, and the 40-year-old Yu Yao who lives in seclusion with his lover and adopted son in the north, and is happy. They are all the same person.They all come from the same life.

No one can judge the sorrows and joys of two people's lives, they think that perfection is enough.

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After many years.

The times are changing with each passing day, and the pace of development is too fast, which has both advantages and disadvantages. It will leave some awkward gaps in people's hearts, and people will miss the old and slow things when they calm down.

I am the same.

My daughter loves music and is very talented, very sensitive to melody and rhythm.When I was in high school, I sent her to learn the violin. She was not satisfied, and she worked part-time to earn money to buy a lot of professional equipment, and told me that she wanted to write songs by herself.

I think it's not bad.

I am also working hard to keep up with the times. I opened a self-media account in my spare time at work. At first, it was just out of interest, and it was also my professional strength-restored and restored some old photos and videos with AI.

Unexpectedly, the response was quite good, and my small self-media account also received some online publicity work from museums.

One day, a personal account contacted me, saying that they wanted me to restore an old photo of a relative.This man of the same age as me is surnamed Yue, and coincidentally, he is still from the same hometown as me. The photo is of a non-aunt of his.She is an old writer who just passed away this year and never married in her life.

The moment I got the photo, I was stunned for a while, as if I had penetrated time and space in an instant.

There are two young people in the photo, one is moving his fingers on the keys, and the other is pulling the bowstring of the violin beside him.I can still see the indelible affection in the eyes of the violinist looking at his pianist.

"I've always thought this photo is beautiful, but I don't know where Grandma Jianliu got it from," he asked me, "Can you restore it?"

I said: "Yes."

I scanned the photos into the computer, added colors and pixels, and added some expression tracking and other technologies. In this way, the elegance of the two young people broke free from the black and white confinement.

Mr. Yue thought I was just filling in the colors, and was surprised when he saw that the characters were able to make such subtle movements as blinking, and murmured: "It's as if...alive."

With the consent of Mr. Yue, I posted this photo on my studio account and received many comments.My daughter probably saw it too.

Because on the handmade music box she gave her mother as a birthday present, it was exactly this scene—two little people playing the piano and the violin respectively, and she also carved two white birds, sticking out a Pointing his finger, he said in a straightforward manner: "This is more artistic."

I observed her crooked "sculpture" and listened to the melody of the music box, and seriously commented: "The music box is very good, but you really don't have any artistic talent."

The daughter took a deep breath: "..."

But her mother is happy and thinks it's good, let me stop talking nonsense.All I could do was shrug and try to pat my daughter's head in praise, but she refused.

As I expected, my daughter was very interested in that photo, and after getting angry with me, she quietly asked me where it came from.

I thought about it for a while and said, "Did you want it?"

The daughter said aggrievedly: "Wow, Mom, look at this man, he doesn't even remember how old I am."

Her mother couldn't hold back her laughter, so I hurriedly said, "...I remember, of course I remember, you passed your eighteenth birthday at the end of October, and you haven't forgotten."

My daughter recovered, looked at me with two black eyes, and said, "Is there anything I need to wait until later?"

I looked at the white bird on the music box, and slowly started the beginning of a story——

"Let me tell you the story of your great-grandpa. A little bastard, and his little uncle."

I said: "It's still a long time, I'll talk to you slowly..."

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