[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

Perhaps it was not the coldest time yet, but the humid cold air finally fell over the city in the form of winter rain. It was cloudy all day, and the rain was not heavy, but it kept falling.

The cold weather makes people have no desire to do anything. People who are as hardworking as Huang Shaotian just want to sleep in the dormitory with the quilt covered. The curtains are drawn and the lights are turned off. The daytime is as dark as the evening, which is very suitable for napping and dreaming .

Fortunately, when the weather was fine a few days ago, he and Zhang Jiale had tried to rehearse the pieces for the competition in the piano room a few times. The first ensemble was played by Yu Wenzhou, and because of some thoughts in his heart, Huang Shaotian could not play the music. Somewhat restrained, at the end of the song, Zhang Jiale praised Yu Wenzhou for playing the piano very well, then gave Huang Shaotian a meaningful look, and with a somewhat unpredictable back turned to Yu Wenzhou, forced a smirk at Huang Shaotian.

This song has received unanimous praise from everyone, but not everyone knows that it is actually a song based on a real person. It was sent to the teacher and revised many times before and after it was re-edited. Qu adjusted the accompaniment, and even arranged for the recent borrowing of the recording studio.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner at the end of the year when it is getting colder and the first snow of this year has not been seen, as if such a step-by-step process even lengthens the time.

With today's weather, Huang Shaotian would never want to go out. If the heavy rain in summer can give people a refreshing burst of inspiration, then the cold rain in winter can only give people an unexpected cold virus.

But it’s impossible not to go out today, one of his exams is scheduled for today, and the exam room is not in their school, so Huang Shaotian can only get up early in the morning, take the bus and then transfer to the subway, after a long time, he finally arrives at the exam site, and leaves. After getting off the subway, I realized that the weather was just cloudy, but it started to rain.

What he took was a language test. All his brothers and sisters who went to Europe to study in the past years also took it. Huang Shaotian also took the test once when he was an exchange student, but his score was just off the mark. Now it is not an honor to mention it. things.So he planned to score again before the final exam week, but he didn't expect that the weather was not good, and he poured cold water on him as soon as he got out of the subway.

However, he didn't let this affect his mood. There was a computer-based test before, and the computer malfunctioned and automatically exited the system. While waiting for the maintenance personnel from the test room to come, he even played spider solitaire and Minesweeper—he never seems to have even the slightest gene for being nervous when an important event is approaching—when he was a child and performed on stage for the first time, many of his peers who were also preparing for the backstage were nervous, their teeth chattered and their legs trembled as if they were in tune. The metronome at the highest speed, but he only thought about how to avoid the teacher's obstruction, and sneaked to the front to take a look at what the audience looked like.

When I came out of the examination room, the weather seemed to be the same as when I entered in the morning. It was gloomy and it was still raining. It may be affected by the weather. The bus also came very slowly, and I couldn’t wait for a trip in half a day.Before he felt that he was about to freeze into a hard fish in the cold wind and rain, it was already dark, and the bus back to school he was waiting for finally arrived.

He sat down on the window seat at the back of the bus, and the car started slowly. Huang Shaotian raised his hand to wipe the rainwater from his face, and then moved his fingers that were frozen stiff. He suddenly remembered that before going to bed last night, Yu Wenzhou Send him a text message to explain that there will be rain in the forecast tomorrow, and ask him to wear thicker clothes and remember to bring an umbrella.

Fortunately, he also swore back and said that you should go to bed early if you know, whether you remember it when you go out today, or you still don't.

But when we met for the second time, I didn't bring an umbrella... Huang Shaotian took out the earphones from his bag and put them on. Thinking of the past, he sighed inwardly.

The road conditions were not good, and the speed of the car was therefore very slow. The rainwater continuously slid down from the car window, blurring the shadows of the lights outside the car window into unclear spots of light by the light of the water. The high-rise buildings with sharp edges and corners also showed a bit of gentleness in the night rain. He looked at the dim lights flashing past the car window, and smiled at his own image reflected on the glass.

At this time, there was a rustling sound with not very good sound quality in the earphones. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was the sound recorded directly in the piano room a few days ago. The sound effect was naturally not very good, and there was a short blank sound. After passing by, he heard his own voice, probably because he was holding other things in his hand at that time, and it rang a few times, and then he said: "There is nothing else to do anyway, Wenzhou, do it again, Let me record a sound for you. Come, tell me about the inspiration for this piece..."

Then there were some small movements. He remembered that he moved from the stool next to the piano to the piano, and handed over the recording pen in his hand.

Then Yu Wenzhou's voice rang through his earphones. It may have been processed by the equipment. It sounded a little different from his usual voice, but because he was wearing earphones, his voice never left He was so close.Such a fresh and familiar illusion deepened the smile on the corner of Huang Shaotian's mouth. He heard Yu Wenzhou smile, and then replied: "Shaotian, wait a minute, I'll go find the Chuangling I wrote when I handed in my homework... Can you read it directly?"

It was a small homework they handed in in class. It had just been handed out that day, and Yu Wenzhou played it casually for him during the break between practice and rest in the piano room.

"Hey, please, be a little sincere, how boring is it to read it directly, come and say a few words."

Then Yu Wenzhou still took out a piece of paper from his music score, glanced at it twice, and stuffed it back into the book. He cleared his throat, and replied with some jokes in his voice: "The work in the first semester of the fourth school year No. 39, the proposition is in the rain, the main idea expressed..."

He paused for a moment, then seemed to have softened his voice and slowed down the speed of speech, and continued to add: "What I want to express is that when a person walks in the rain, he feels a certain liking in his heart, which is like heavy rain. It’s like flooding the whole world.”

There was another brief blank in the recording, Huang Shaotian can still remember Yu Wenzhou's expression and eyes at that time, he was not looking at himself, his eyes seemed to stay on the keys or somewhere else, his voice was very soft, as if At this moment, there is really a quiet rain outside the window.

Then he heard the sound of the piano, the notes flowing like clouds and flowing water flowed out from under his fingers, the ingeniously connected high notes were like a continuous patter of rain, and with the deep bass, it was like a dark and rainy day.The somewhat brisk but somewhat inexplicable melancholy melody was transmitted to him through the earphones, and Huang Shaotian raised his hands to cover his ears, trying to get the sound closer to him.

The Wanjia lights outside the window flashed by as the car gradually picked up speed, stretched into rivers of flickering light. He heard the all-too-familiar voice of Yu Wenzhou in his earphones. When the performance ended, he heard his own applause. Then Yu Wenzhou seemed to pick up the homework paper again, and read with a smile: "Then the teacher added comments to my comments—if I like it so muddy, it will never end like a broken rain, and finally It’s better to cut the mess as soon as possible.”

Then the two laughed together at this not-so-serious comment, and then there was another rustling sound, and the recording ended.

The audio automatically jumps to the next song, Mozart K216, which he likes very much. In the past, when he listened to the passionate prelude, he always felt the delicate pleasure of passing a weak current all over his body, but this time he Rewinded and started playing the not-so-good recording again.

Yu Wenzhou was still the one at the top of the text messages on the phone. Huang Shaotian flipped through their past records. They all knew when and what classes the other party had, and Yu Wenzhou would occasionally remind him which book he borrowed was about to be returned. Date, let him remember to go to the library, and occasionally talk about the weather forecast for the next day... Although Huang Shaotian did not avoid the rain today because of his thoughtful reminder, but looking carefully, Huang Shaotian even felt a little strange The illusion, their connection always made him feel as if he was sharing every minute and every second of his day with the other party.Although they are not together all the time, they seem to be together all the time.

When we are not together, I will remember to go back and tell him when I see interesting things, and I will take pictures of any funny scenes and send them to him to watch together. The embarrassing things in the dormitory, the anecdotes in the class, big and small things, he will share with him Yu Wenzhou shared it bit by bit, as if their lives were like two parts in a piece of music. Although they have different melodies, they are in perfect harmony when combined.

He always felt that Yu Wenzhou knew everything, including his little thoughts that were suppressed in the deepest dark room in his heart, and he always felt that he didn't know anything, which of course meant that what he said might not be a big deal secret.

What music sorts out everything that life can't sort out... The recording was played back to where Yu Wenzhou was reading the teacher's comment. Huang Shaotian listened to Yu Wenzhou's somewhat teasing voice reading that sentence, and muttered in his heart, what a quick knife to cut the mess. Clearing everything in his life, he snorted with his mouth curled up, tilted his head, and pressed his face against the cold glass, as if trying to wake himself up, but he couldn't figure it out at all.

Not only is it unclear, but it will become more and more chaotic.

He saw his own eyes in the glass, obviously he was a little bored, but he couldn't see a trace of annoyance or irritability in his eyes. On the contrary, he was very calm, as if what was filling his earphones was not a It has extraordinary significance to him. The voice of the person he cares about the most is Bach's organ suite, as if continuing the cycle of singles, he has been able to maintain a calm expression like this, and he can devote himself to God at any time. embrace.

Probably no matter how intense, surging and turbulent his heart was, the fiery feelings like a march that could not be expressed with fff, after a little bit of suppression of his habit accumulated over the years, completely turned into slowing down and weakening at the end of the song, so subtle that it was almost inaudible long overtones.

The phone in his hand vibrated, pulling him out of his wild thoughts, and he looked down at the message from Zhang Jiale: "You didn't come to Lao Ye's lecture today."

Then attached a picture of a rabbit with an arrogant and sloppy expression.

They have recently downloaded such a new chat software, which comes with a lot of rich emoticon packages, including all kinds of emoticons of rabbits, brown bears and steamed buns. Others are fine, using this is no different from text messages.On the contrary, both Zhang Jiale and Huang Shaotian were more interested in this emoticon pack, and once created a situation where the two of them sat and listened to a lecture together without saying a word to each other. No less than dozens of records of meaningless emoticons.

The record is nothing more than an arrogant rabbit beating up a simple and honest brown bear. The unlucky little bear was electrified and turned into a bear skeleton. , the little bear who resisted was beaten by the rabbit again...

Two adults whose combined age is almost fifty years old are so boring. Yu Wenzhou, who was sitting next to him because the lecture was really boring and was lucky enough to witness the whole process, thought it was very inconceivable.

Of course, Huang Shaotian would only do such boring things to him, his equally boring bad friend and senior. If it was Yu Wenzhou, he probably wouldn't be as carefree.

Or maybe I don’t want to talk nonsense with him, every minute, every second, every word and every sentence, I want to become more meaningful.

"Of course I didn't go to the exam today, can you care about my classmates, Zhang Jiale?"

He casually replied back, and habitually added a rabbit emoticon beating the bear again.

"Ah, I forgot, how did you do in the exam? Are you coming back soon? Please eat after the exam, don't forget."

Some of them said a few words, Zhang Jiale's main idea was to ask him to remember to treat him to dinner, Huang Shaotian rolled his eyes, and finally ended the conversation with a bunny expression lying down and waiting to die.

Before exiting the software interface, he looked at the chat history with Yu Wenzhou, and it was all blank. After thinking about it, he casually sent an emoji.

He made a pitiful-looking hapless bear, squatting on the ground with sad little eyes, holding a leaf in its paws to block the raindrops falling overhead.

After posting, he felt that he had really broken through the highest level of boredom, and before Yu Wenzhou could reply, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, and the car stopped and walked slowly along the way, finally arriving at school soon.

The bus stop is still a long way from the school, and this stop is not far from the terminal, and there are not many people on the bus.There were few people on the wide road, and the dim light of the street lamps looked a bit bleak in the cold rain.Huang Shaotian pulled up his hat and put it on, Yu Wenzhou's piano music in the rain was still playing in the earphones, and trotted all the way to school.

He couldn't hear the sound of his feet splashing on the water or the sound of rain falling on his body, but he could still feel the icy coolness of the cold water droplets hitting his face, and the night wind was blowing mercilessly Because of the headwind, more rain was slapped on his face. Huang Shaotian secretly cursed the bad weather, while thinking, Yu Wenzhou's poem "In the Rain" definitely wasn't about winter. Cold rain, otherwise, that person would still think of the extent to which the person he likes would be submerged while walking in this bad weather?How generous is that experience... If it were him, he would be killed by the rain if he was not cold to death.

So he ran to the school gate with a heart full of displeasure and a strong sense of complaining, but he stopped in embarrassment.This school gate is a side gate, and next to it is a disused newspaper kiosk with a lamp on it. The rain drips down the eaves, and there is a person standing under the lamp.

The light above his head reflected his umbrella and people in a warm yellow, as if it was the only warm fire light in this freezing winter rainy night.

And that person is Yu Wenzhou.

"You..." Huang Shaotian was stunned for a moment, and then ran up to him. Yu Wenzhou then tilted the umbrella a little towards him. It was a very ordinary transparent umbrella, and the rainwater could be seen through the plastic umbrella surface. The streams of water thinly gathered on it were reflected by the light, and then quietly fell from the edge.

"I saw your message." Yu Wenzhou took out his mobile phone and showed it to him. On it was the brown bear that Huang Shaotian thought was both unlucky and pitiful.

Huang Shaotian laughed out loud, he didn't expect this expression to have such an immediate effect: "Haha, I just said that casually, and I didn't expect that you would really come to pick me up..."

"Who said I came to pick you up?" The corner of Yu Wenzhou's mouth twitched into a smile. He saw Huang Shaotian immediately pretending to cover his chest and reprimand him for deceiving his feelings when he heard the words, and continued to add insult to injury: "I went tonight Piano shop, the boss borrowed this umbrella. I think it’s about the same time, so I’ll stop by here and wait for you.” After speaking, as if he was afraid that it would not be enough to shock people, he added: “By the way, save your character for the final exam. .”

"Hey, what are you doing at the piano store?" Knowing that Yu Wenzhou was teasing him again, Huang Shaotian had habitually chosen to retreat without fighting. They walked shoulder to shoulder into the school together, with an umbrella covering their heads. The feeling of being about to freeze to death at any moment was also slightly relieved, he tugged on the scarf so that it would not be so windy, "I remember you are going to the piano room tonight?"

"The weather is not so good, it's okay to be lazy once in a while." Yu Wenzhou smiled slyly, and winked at him, "As for why you went to the piano store..."

He stretched out his hand from his pocket, and spread out his palm in front of Huang Shaotian. It was a box of freshly packaged rosin.

Although it is brand new, he is very familiar with it. This is the brand he is used to. This year, it has a new packaging, and the rosin has also released an upgraded version, but Huang Shaotian tried it with his classmates, but he still thinks the old one is better. , he is very nostalgic in this regard, he does not like to change the strings he is used to, and neither does the rosin he is used to.Maybe the subtleties really don't make much difference, but he always feels that the one he's used to is the best.

And because of the new version, the previous model has been discontinued, so it is not very easy to buy, but he reckoned that the one on hand might barely last this winter, so he was not in a hurry to change it. Now looking at this A piece of rosin was lying in Yu Wenzhou's palm. He was taken aback for a moment. Yu Wenzhou put the rosin in his hand and explained: "A few days ago when I watched you put on the rosin, I saw that your piece of rosin was almost used up, so I brought it for you. gone."

The best time to use rosin is when it has already been scratched by the bow, and the worst time to use it is when it is about to be used up at the beginning and the end. Although his piece can still be used, But it is not very easy to use in the hand, and it often falls off when rubbed.But these are trivial matters, he doesn't put rosin on every day, and sometimes when he gets busy, he doesn't remember to go to Xiao Shiqin's to ask him to keep an old one for him.

But it was such a trivial matter that Yu Wenzhou noticed.

Yu Wenzhou's fingers were warmer than his, and when his fingertips touched lightly, the piece of rosin was held in his palm.Huang Shaotian stared at the familiar packaging, and seemed to see the torrential rainy night in summer again. They stood at the intersection not far from the piano shop, holding hands and saying that they would work hard together. At that time, Huang Shaotian's heart was infinitely bright and calm. Rain, he also felt that his mood was bright and open.

But now he just took such a piece of rosin from Yu Wenzhou, but he felt as if his heart was rolling around on the ups and downs of the piano keys, and finally landed in the resonance box of his own violin with a thud. There was a muffled sound, which made him almost unable to breathe.

He couldn't think of anyone in this world who could notice such trivial things for himself.

Not even himself.

Despite the emotional ups and downs in his heart, his face was still calm. He put the rosin in his pocket and said to Yu Wenzhou with a smile: "I don't remember such a small thing...but every time the rosin is almost used up It makes me anxious all the time, and I feel anxious even if I can’t use it up, and I am anxious even if I use the last bit, thank you anyway.”

In the school at night, there were only a few teaching buildings with sporadically lit lights. It was cold and raining, and the road seemed indescribably quiet. Yu Wenzhou looked at the same smile on Huang Shaotian's face as usual, and then noticed that he didn't know Why are the fingers clenched at the side.

He put the sentence that was almost on his lips as if he could say it at any time: "I remember everything about you, Shaotian." He swallowed it back, just smiled, and replied: "If you want to do a good job, you must first Sharp weapon, I am asking you to do hard work for me in the future, thank you."

Huang Shaotian knew that he was talking about the recording works that participated in the competition, so the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking how romantic and romantic this person is when he writes the music, but why can't he be moved in his heart for even one more minute? !

The more he thought about it, the more he felt reconciled, and he didn't care about the romantic feeling of walking in the rain with the person he liked, so he decisively took advantage of him not paying attention, and put his cold hand on Yu Wenzhou's neck that was exposed outside the collar of his coat. Determined to scare him well.

By the time Yu Wenzhou realized what Huang Shaotian was going to do, he had already been poked by Huang Shaotian's icy-cold hand. The fingers usually used to play the strings and the violin were not polite at this time when they played a prank. I felt the coolness and rain all at once got into the collar.

Yu Wenzhou was still holding the umbrella in one hand, so he could only use the other hand to block Huang Shaotian, and said to him dumbfoundingly, "Hey Shaotian, don't make trouble, I'm still holding the umbrella..."

Before he could finish speaking, a string of drops of water dripped down from the umbrella that was tilted because of Yu Wenzhou's dodge, and all of them landed on Huang Shaotian's head impartially.This kind of frustration and the coolness of the rain made Huang Shaotian feel extremely depressed. He raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, and then made a grimace at Yu Wenzhou with all his heart.

It’s not a long way back to the dormitory from outside the school gate, and it’s even faster to arrive because of such a commotion. The first one arrived was Huang Shaotian’s building, and Yu Wenzhou took him to the gate of the building with an umbrella. It really was a cold rainy night. They don't want to go out, and there are often young couples down there. Now there is no one in the flower garden downstairs. Huang Shaotian always feels that he still wants to say something, but he can't find a suitable topic for a while. He said dryly: "Thank you for the rosin, see you in the piano room tomorrow?"

"No thanks." Yu Wenzhou replied, he stood in the rain with an umbrella, and Huang Shaotian stood on the steps of the dormitory building, just a little taller than him, he slightly raised his head to look at him, as if he was from before The rain hadn't been wiped clean, his eyes looked wet, and he seemed hesitant to speak, as if he hadn't said anything.

"Speaking of which, it's almost the end of the year. Will you still participate in this year's New Year's concert?" It's not something particularly important, and it doesn't have to be said now, but he is still standing in the cold wind and rain. Here, he casually asked something that could be clearly explained by text message after returning.

"Not this year, the opportunity is reserved for newcomers. The chief is Liu Xiaobie. A few days ago, I heard from the head of the group that the repertoire has been set and is currently rehearsing, but it's a pity that I can't participate in the last year... But this way I You can now be an audience member. I used to participate on stage all the time, but now it’s good to watch off stage.” Huang Shaotian replied, “Will we go together then? I’ll ask the head of the group for two tickets? Do you like it? Which seat is it?"

"I probably won't be able to go this year..." Yu Wenzhou shook his head with a smile, "Our class plan for the class activity at the end of the year is to go to other places to gather together, and it may be the last group activity that everyone can get together. Probably everyone will go of."

After the new year comes to the last semester, everyone has to worry about their future and future after four years. In previous years, there were those who graduated early and were unable to attend the graduation ceremony, and some who stayed in other places because of work internships. It seems that after this For a while, it was really too difficult to gather people from a class who were originally very close.

Of course Huang Shaotian also understood: "That's really a pity... But you are really important, so have you guys decided when to leave?"

"It should be around Christmas, plus the New Year's Day holiday, the time is relatively open." He replied.

"Christmas... Hey, we borrowed the concert hall of the main building for Christmas. I might be on stage then, but you probably don't have time? Why would it be a pity to miss my performance? "As he spoke, he winked at Yu Wenzhou with a bit of embarrassment.

"It's not a pity." Yu Wenzhou replied calmly, and as expected, he rolled his eyes in frustration when he saw Huang Shaotian.

"Okay, you should go back early too... In order to repay you for giving me the umbrella and this rosin on the way, I will get up at 06:30 tomorrow and go to the piano room, and I will definitely arrange for you the best room for the piano I'll repay you!" Huang Shaotian patted Yu Wenzhou on the shoulder taking advantage of the fact that he was standing tall now, "Go back to bed early and don't stay up late."

"Well, see you later." Yu Wenzhou nodded, said goodbye, turned around and walked into the rain.

But Huang Shaotian didn't go upstairs right away, he wrapped his scarf and watched Yu Wenzhou's figure slowly disappear into this cold and dark rain curtain. His umbrella was transparent, and he looked over from a distance. , as if he was walking alone in the rain without shelter.

It's like being submerged.

Some inexplicable emotions welled up in his heart again. When he was on the bus, he checked Moments and saw Xiao Shiqin saying that he had to leave work and go home early because of the bad weather. It didn't match the time when he went back to school, and it was even more impossible for Yu Wenzhou to come out of the piano shop after receiving his message and wait for him for a while "by the way".

He gave a rare sigh, and was about to put away his mixed feelings but couldn't explain clearly, as if he was half playing a symphony and half dancing a great god, maybe it was a rainy day that would make people feel depressed Think more about what you have and what you don't, the way he thinks about things today is not like his usual self.

And at this time, he received another new message. He clicked on it, and it was from Yu Wenzhou.

"I heard that during the exam week, the queues for the piano room were terrible. If you wake up at 06:30, you probably won't be able to get the best room."

Then followed a picture that was very appropriate to the occasion, the rabbit that always looked very unbeatable was sitting up from the bed with blood on his face, and the wall clock above his head was pointing straight to six o'clock.

This person... Huang Shaotian looked at the phone for a while, really dumbfounded. Just now, he was the master of symphony dancing in his heart, but now it is good. His heart, which has been beaten by the cold wind and rain all day, is all forced to get up at six o'clock tomorrow. The message swiped the screen.

With a little helplessness but also a little unintelligible joy, he finally went upstairs and returned to the dormitory, leaving behind the whole world that seemed to be raining forever.