[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

This may be written to teach him more conscientiously, the time of those notes is not coherent, and some of them can even be separated by half a year, but after reading the whole book, he seems to be sitting in Wei Chen's position, watching Looking at myself who started to learn the piano at the beginning, the time playback slowed down. Even if he didn't remember all the past, there was a person who was watching him and caring about him, helping him bit by bit, everything was gone. remember.

He didn't know if his senior brothers and sisters also had such a notebook, but at that time, in his life that had not experienced any major changes and storms, this notebook was like an extremely gentle lullaby. The anxiety and uneasiness he had caused by changing teachers were all healed up one by one.

He thought, according to his Boss Wei's habit of being bold and open, it's not in his style to send him such a notebook when he is parting, but when he found the TV program and football to watch in the back of the notebook When the game started broadcasting on several channels, and there were some traces of cigarette ash and vegetable soup in pieces, he couldn't laugh or cry but felt a little relieved at the same time. No matter what the reason was, he felt that he cherished it very much and was willing to It's like sweets.

But that being said, when he went to ask Wei Chen and got the answer that there were too many moving things and I gave them to you, he still couldn't help but want to go to his new house and pull the saw for a few days Right to revenge.

He kept that book well in the drawer, and would never take it out to read when he had nothing to do.For a person who has already achieved academic success, it is not a pleasant experience to look at the many problems that I can't finish writing when I was a child.And he didn't hang up that photo again. Now he no longer needs to stare at this "God's violinist" to practice quietly, whether it is this God who is always shining in history. The same existence, or the teacher who was mistaken by him as a lighthouse, who was going to take him all the way to the end of the music, he can no longer rely on - but this does not mean that they are not important, on the contrary, without them , he wouldn’t be what he is today—but time and growth not only taught him to get used to walking alone, but also taught him that those people or beliefs he could rely on can be silently stored in his heart, and on the way forward Still cherish it.

He thought that he was ready, and he could pick up the piano case and go on the road alone at any time.

At that moment, he seemed to have seen himself, carrying a canvas piano case, wandering around behind Wei Chen; sitting on the piano bench, unable to step on the pedal; and gritted his teeth to continue practicing after being trained. Qin, tears flow down the cheeks, and then disappear at the position of the chin rest, the tears will evaporate, but the tear stains are always there; and riding a car, carrying the piano case, standing in front of the demolished community There are also those who are walking slowly on the way to the new teacher's house, kicking countless stones along the way, but in the end they still have to walk the short distance...

Each of those past selves was so fresh and vivid, they ran past him one by one with tears or laughter, but all of them just looked forward, without turning their heads to look at him.

He recalled his first violin lesson at Wei Chen's place. His teacher, who never looked serious, was sitting on a chair, wearing a loose and casual T-shirt and shorts, holding his untouched violin. The tormented piano played "Blessings of Love" for him earnestly. The familiar melody was so pleasant to the ear that he even clearly remembered the trembling feeling almost like an electric current passed through his whole body at that time. Wei Chen asked him, "Do you want to learn the violin?"

This question, Huang Shaotian smiled and shook his head, no matter who it is, no matter how many times you ask him, his answer will probably be that one.

There is one and only one.

"Think!" The immature child's voice seemed to draw a terminator for all the memories, and those past selves all ran and melted into the sky for a while, slowly disappearing.

But the night sky was still deep, and there was silence all around.

He thought that in the countless hours in the future, he might still think of the carefree self in the past, who didn't have to think about anything except going to and from class and practicing the piano every day. At that time, the world was simple and life was simple. I don't know what the future is like, and I don't know the true meaning of the so-called troubles. At that time, Boss Wei, who could play "The Butterfly Lovers", was his hero, and he wanted to walk on the two legs that were not very long at that time. , step by step, to catch up with the people on top.

He will miss and feel that the past was beautiful, but he will no longer feel too much regret and nostalgia for it.And even now that he has caught up with his former hero, he no longer feels lost because of it.The teacher is not his lighthouse, and he doesn't need a lighthouse - what he needs more is the eternal twinkling stars in the dark. Even if the day and night change day and night, they will always guide people in the endless darkness. Hui, for him to light a way to tomorrow.

He stood up and picked up the piano case.He thought, even though he doesn't know where the road ahead leads, he also doesn't know what he will meet on this road, maybe he will meet someone who will make his life more exciting from now on, maybe he will meet someone Frustrations that made him miserable and tormented.No matter which one it is, he is ready to accept it frankly.

From then on, rain or shine, until the day when it came to an end.

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