winter in greenland

Two days ago, August rented a car from Reykjavik and planned to take a look around while waiting for Dan to come back.He was traveling from south of Reykjavik, and unfortunately about half way from Selfoss to Vík, the car had a breakdown and broke down.After calling 112, the other party said that it would take 9 am the next day at the earliest to send professionals and a tow truck over.August thought for a while, and simply put the car where it was, packed his luggage and backpack, and walked towards Vic.

Such a small distance is nothing to him, and it is summer at this time, and the climate is very suitable for hiking.Just when the buildings of Vic town appeared in front of him, there was a somewhat abrupt horn sound behind him.

He looked back and saw a white off-road vehicle. A young man lowered the window on the right and poked his head out: "Hey, do you need help?"

August smiled at him politely and shook his head in no way.

The young man looked at him for a while, and felt that he probably didn't look like he needed help. Just as he was about to raise the window, August suddenly noticed something. He paused and turned his head: "Excuse me. , what did you put?"

The young man was taken aback: "What did you put?"

August pointed to the position of the car stereo in the car window: "This."

The young man smiled heartily: "You said this, this is a record we recorded ourselves. My friend and I formed a cello and piano duet, arranged some songs and recorded a CD, and brought it with us when we went out to play."

"This piece of music is..." There was a look of reminiscence on August's face.

"Liebesleid." The young man smiled.

August's eyes flickered for a moment, and he thanked Young. Seeing that the off-road vehicle drove away, he still stood where he was.

He had seen this piece before, in Dan's green notebook to be precise.

At that time they were still on patrol, and Dan left angrily after their dispute. He picked up Dan's notebook at the door of the tent, and from the third part onwards, it was all about this melody.Sometimes several pages are filled with repetitions of the first theme, and sometimes variations of the second theme are abruptly inserted after a few sentences in the first part.He didn't know what the tune was, but he just memorized the phrases unconsciously.Hearing it suddenly after many years, he immediately connected the music with the notes in his mind.

"Liebesleid." He repeated in a low voice, vaguely feeling that the word was familiar, but he didn't remember what the specific name was. He just felt that the flowing music had more indescribable sentimentality than black and white words.

He didn't expect to see the two young people in the afternoon again in the town square of Vic in the evening.

As a must-stop for a self-driving tour in southern Iceland, the town of Vík is crowded with people in this season. The two young people are sitting in the middle of the square full of tourists, one is holding a cello, and the other is setting up an electric piano. The jam session started.After a while, a group of tourists gathered around.

August thought it was a little bit interesting, so he didn't rush to leave at all, and stood around the tourists to join in the fun.

Until I heard the song in the afternoon again.

Perhaps because he was engrossed in listening, the girl next to him seemed to have finally met a bosom friend, she turned her head and asked, "Do you like this song too?"

August felt a little embarrassed for a moment: "Uh...Actually, I don't really know what this piece is, but I've seen someone memorize its score."

The girl's eyes lit up: "The translation of this song is called "The Sorrow of Love". Although the melody sounds not difficult, it is actually not that simple. If you haven't heard it before, you must have read its score many times to understand it. Remember it?"

August shook his head: "It's not that many times. I was probably just curious at the time, so I watched it for a while."

"Then you should be more sensitive to music scores. That's amazing. I can't do it anymore. I can only memorize many pieces by practicing countless times." The girl looked envious.

August smiled, but didn't answer.

"Then... is the person who memorized this song your lover?" The girl asked tentatively, "Because of its name and the meaning behind it... it seems that few people will remember it specifically..." Ao Gu Before Sturt said anything, she blushed: "I'm sorry for being too presumptuous."

August was a little surprised: "Why do you ask that? Is there anything special about its meaning?"

The girl waved her hands again and again: "It's nothing special, but it's called "The Sorrow of Love", and to be honest, I always feel a little sad after listening to it for a long time. As good as the memories of the past are, I feel as good as I am now." Sad, but very restrained from the beginning to the end, without very strong emotions..." She was talking, seeing the expression on August's face changing again and again, and stopped nervously: "Sorry, I made a mistake What's up?"

August shook his head: "No, what you said is very good, thank you." After that, he almost ran away from there.

He never really thought about Dan's feelings, even after that night's kiss, he thought it was just a normal confession.He never thought about when Dan started to like him, never thought about how long he stood there waiting for him, and when he finally decided to leave sadly.

Because he was not in love at that time, he didn't know how heavy this feeling was, it was so heavy that it even made his chest feel tight.

The girl was right, restraint, forbearing restraint.

Looking back now, he suddenly realized that during the many days and nights spent together, so many moments of eye contact, Dan had already said I love you countless times.

He has never wanted to see that person so urgently as at this moment, and to say sorry to him, I understand too late, I don't know if it is too late.