[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

It was afternoon when Yu Wenzhou walked home under the howling cold wind on the muddy road. He borrowed materials from the school library for the holidays, and on the way back he bought some recent books. The ingredients, and finally took out the key and opened the mailbox that had been neglected recently, and sure enough, he found a stack of letters and cards.

He took out the key and opened the door. The curtains were drawn and the house was quiet.

But Huang Shaotian's shoes, which were never neatly placed at the door, told him directly and clearly: There is someone at home, but they are probably going to sleep now.

So Yu Wenzhou smiled, and immediately kicked the shoes of his cohabitant, kicking them from "separate sides of the sky" to "shoulder to shoulder".He carefully put down the things in his hand, suppressed the sound of slippers stepping on the floor, and pushed open the bedroom door.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn, but due to the mediocre blackout, the person in bed still pulled the quilt over his head, wrapping himself up like a hibernating bear on this winter afternoon.

Huang Shaotian has been busy with the school orchestra recently preparing for a charity performance to raise donations for charities in the district, and the school just happened to catch up with the end of the term, and the professional assessment and thesis were rushing to find him together. When he was eating, he was biting a sandwich while flipping through the papers he had printed out, and said to Yu Wenzhou vaguely: "When the holidays are over, I must sleep until the afternoon and then get up in the afternoon. It's a luxury, let me rehearse To hell with exams—"

And now he is finally on vacation, and as expected, he will do what he says, and he has had a good time this afternoon.

Yu Wenzhou gently helped him close the curtains, then stood by the bed, hesitating for a while whether to help him pull the quilt off his head, he tentatively stretched out his hand and pulled it - it turned out that Huang Shaotian seemed to be from inside He pulled the quilt firmly, but he didn't pull it.

So he decided to let Huang Shaotian continue to live his luxurious life under the quilt, he closed the door, and went back to the living room to open the letters of the past few days.

As Christmas and the end of the year approached, most of the letters he received this time were conventional blessings. He picked out the ones from the college and the community and put them aside, leaving a few letters with familiar fonts.

The biggest envelope was a New Year's card from Wei Chen. This card must have been uniformly printed by their School of Music. The signature on the lower right corner was the address of the school's office phone. Wei Chen's handwriting was bold and bold. He wrote After mentioning the names of Yu Wenzhou and Huang Shaotian, I didn’t even bother to write Happy New Year, but simply told them: “Work hard in the New Year!!!”

And the word "effort" was written very hard, separated by a card, plus those three exclamation marks that looked like fff, Yu Wenzhou thought of what happened when they saw them off at the airport a few months ago, and now it is still the same. Can't help laughing.

When seeing them off at the airport that day, Dean Wei was filled with mixed emotions, including mixed feelings and pride, and so on. His last student finally had a little promise now, and the other The same excellent classmate dragged his suitcase and stood under the bright lights of the airport, which looked very similar to that——Dean Wei recently developed a new hobby with style. He was practicing calligraphy, and there were piles of It was full of waste newspapers and rice paper, and at this moment, he thought, this scene is very suitable for him to inscribe a word—he looked at Huang Shaotian and Yu Wenzhou, and quickly decided on the content of the word in his heart, using "human model" "Dog-like" is a perfect description.

However, he still feels a little bit emotional in his heart. It is said that time makes people grow old, but how many people who are really in it will feel the passage of time?They stood at the airport saying their final farewell and joking words. For the first time, Wei Chen felt that yesterday he could still hear the sound of Huang Shaotian running up the stairs and knocking on his door when he was a child. It's been a few years.

And his few emotions couldn't last a little longer. When he was about to say a few more words for this "Yiyi farewell" scene, Huang Shaotian simply and neatly said, "Boss Wei, what if we arrive?" I didn't do well at the time, you have to take me in!", shattering all his illusions that this apprentice was "promising", so the whole farewell theme skipped directly from the so-called farewell that Wei Chen thought before , into the ranks of out-of-sight, out-of-mind, wishing to take these two poor kids to another continent with one bow.

Thinking about these things, Yu Wenzhou laughed to himself. After putting away those letters, he turned on the computer and started writing his thesis. It was still early anyway, so he was in no hurry to wake Huang Shaotian up.

But Huang Shaotian in the room didn't sleep well. He used to have nightmares when he slept with his head covered when he was a child, but he got rid of this bad habit over time.However, the sun came out after many days today, and it just happened to be stuck in the afternoon when the sun shone into the bedroom, making it impossible to sleep at all, so he had no choice but to pull up the quilt to cover his head, while rolling himself into a ball.

So he fell asleep, but it was a pity that he slept in a daze, and he hadn't had a good rest recently, so he started to have some weird dreams.

He dreamed of a school, but it wasn't the attached middle school he had attended before. As soon as he entered the school gate, there was a neat row of statues of musicians in history "welcoming" them, welcoming them to every well-loved school. Tortured day.And walking in front of these ancestors who tortured the dead every day will make them feel a passion-the passion of wishing to tear down those statues with their bare hands.

But the school in this dream is an ordinary high school. There are no photos of great musicians in the rows of classrooms, and there is no piano practice room he is familiar with. Wiped the conic curve diagram, Huang Shaotian silently looked away when facing this field that he had never reached a consensus with.

People in the corridor came and went, but they all turned a blind eye to Huang Shaotian, and at this moment a person walked towards him, and he heard someone shouting: "Hey, Yu Wenzhou, the class teacher told you to go to the office!"

This name immediately attracted Huang Shaotian's full attention. He suddenly looked up and saw the class number of the classroom he was standing in. Yu Wenzhou had mentioned it to him once before. He was the best experimenter in his grade in his previous high school. class's.

Huang Shaotian looked over in disbelief, at that moment he almost laughed out loud, the Yu Wenzhou in his dream was different from what he usually saw - he was wearing a baggy school uniform, the collar of his white shirt was from sports The collar of the school uniform is neatly turned out.His stature also seemed to be a little lower than now, and he was still holding a pile of papers that should have just been collected in his arms. He nodded when he heard the greeting from his classmates, and replied with a smile: "Got it, thank you."

Even this smile is not the same as it is now... Huang Shaotian was thinking, but saw Yu Wenzhou over there thanked his classmates and was about to go to the other side. He frowned slightly, and there was a little trouble on his face expression.

This discovery made him feel extremely novel. Did Yu Wenzhou also get lectured by the teacher's office when he was in high school? !So what did he do... Huang Shaotian has already started to actively conceive and think, but found that he still couldn't get Yu Wenzhou and escaped from evening self-study, forgot to hand in math homework, because he was fighting with his classmates during recess. And the heroic deeds of smashing the Bach quote board in the corridor and so on.

He was still thinking wildly here, while Yu Wenzhou was already walking towards the office, Huang Shaotian hurriedly followed, and he had no time to raise his hand, and compared his height with Yu Wenzhou from a distance—at that time he I'm not as tall as myself!

He watched Yu Wenzhou knock on the door and entered the office, greeted the teacher politely, handed in all the collected papers, and was about to take a look at Yu Wenzhou's dark history with great interest, when the teacher opened his mouth It was just a sigh that seemed to be very worried. Huang Shaotian had heard this tone many times. In the past, when he was practicing the piano when he was a child, he couldn't stop the car for a while, and always wanted to put his fingers on the fingerboard to make countless lightning bolts. When Chen talks about him, he always speaks in such a helpless tone.

Yu Wenzhou's teacher sitting there was confused, but said in the same tone: "Wenzhou..."

When Yu Wenzhou heard this opening remark, he lowered his head slightly, and put his hands behind his back, as if he had admitted his mistake before he started the lecture.But Huang Shaotian knew him very well, even though this Yu Wenzhou seemed to be different from the one he usually knew, his calm expression, which was almost exactly the same as now, gave him an illusion—no matter what the teacher wanted to say, What, Yu Wenzhou probably didn't intend to listen to it.

And he guessed it right. This is not the first time Yu Wenzhou has dealt with such a conversation. It is one of the "music major" and "what do you think, if you can't think about it, can you talk to the teacher".

He has long been used to it, but Huang Shaotian is not. He looked at the face of the person he liked who looked a little green a few years ago, but stood in the teacher's office with a calm expression that did not match his age. Waiting for the lecture, he felt incredible, but after hearing the teacher's words, he calmed down.

With eight points of concern and two points of regret, the teacher said to Yu Wenzhou a few years ago: "You child, why are you so stubborn? You are now studying music and want to be admitted to the best music academy. You Do you know what will happen if you fail the exam?"

It turned out to be at this time.Huang Shaotian thought, he wanted to refute instinctively, he wanted to say loudly to the teacher who looked terribly worried, don't take you like this, how can you be so cold?Although I can't see it now, who knows if he will become a particularly powerful composer in the future?Can't pass the exam?How could I not pass the exam!He is Yu Wenzhou, he is...

what is it then?At this time, Yu Wenzhou was really just an ordinary high school student with excellent grades and a bright future, but it was precisely because of these that his choice seemed even more flimsy and ridiculous—Huang Shaotian suddenly thought, probably at this time everyone’s In his eyes, what Yu Wenzhou wants to do is not a "dream" at all. The dream he should have is to match his beautiful report card. University, and so on.

And why go to the conservatory of music to study composition?For God's sake, it wasn't a dream—

That is dreaming.

The teacher over there analyzed various pros and cons with him as a person who had experienced it. Of course, at this time, in the eyes of everyone except Guo Yu Wenzhou, this pros and cons analysis probably had only "cons" and no "benefits".

Huang Shaotian looked at Yu Wenzhou standing there, his eyes were lowered, his expression was extremely calm, he looked like a good student who occasionally made mistakes, was accepting the teacher's education with humility, and would soon return to the "right track".But in the end, they all knew that Yu Wenzhou didn't listen to the teachings of these earnest people who came here. He stood there motionless, occasionally nodding or responding softly to show that he was still listening.

In the end, the teacher seemed to see that Yu Wenzhou didn't respond, so he sighed and concluded, "If you regret it in the future, it's too late."

Some older people always like this. They like to use decades of successful or unsuccessful survival experience to tell those young people who are still in their dreams with a sense of superiority that others cannot understand that you will regret it in the future of.

But they also said that there are no absolutes in the world, so why is this "you will regret it" so hard and fast?

At this time, Yu Wenzhou, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.

He was the same as the Yu Wenzhou that Huang Shaotian met later, he seemed to have an air of contemplation before he spoke, and that expression later made him look extremely determined and reliable.But now this Yu Wenzhou, who is obviously several years younger, is not as mature and stable as he was later, but his tone has a bit of persistence and affirmation that only teenagers have.

He didn't speak fast and his voice was not high. He replied: "Teacher, I know you are doing it for my own good. Thank you. I understand what you said, and I have thought about it."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, and smiled. There was a bit of greenness in that smile that made people feel stabbingly determined, and Huang Shaotian, who was facing him, felt his eyes sore.He heard the person he liked, and said with a smile: "But I think, if I don't do this, I will regret it."

"Since everyone will regret it, then I still want to give it a try."

But in fact, he has regretted it a little now, regretting not making this decision earlier.

He didn't say that, but after the last sentence, he fell silent again, with that "I know you're right, but I've made up my mind" look again.

So the teacher finally had no choice but to let Yu Wenzhou go back with an air of being a bit of a child who really cannot be taught.

The "unteachable" Yu Wenzhou came out of the office, went back to the classroom to get his schoolbag, but didn't go home directly. He went downstairs to the other side of the teaching building. There was the only music classroom in his school, and there was a shelf in the classroom. A piano that few people care about.

It's past the end of school time, there is no one left in the school, the door of that classroom is also locked, Huang Shaotian is following behind him, wondering how he is going to get in, before he even thinks about it, he sees the person who usually looks The guy who is always serious didn't go to the door at all—he pushed and pulled the window skillfully, opened the window that might have some problems and couldn't close it securely, and jumped in through the window nimbly—the whole The process was smooth and natural, and it took less than a minute. Huang Shaotian, who watched the whole process, thought it was an eye-opener.

Just now, the young man who was calm in front of the teacher and persisted until he could be called stubborn, only showed a little sadness in his eyes after he pulled away the somewhat old piano stool and sat down.

It was getting dark, but he didn't turn on the light. Taking advantage of the light from the window, he took out a notebook from his bag, took out a pen, and flicked through a few pages.Huang Shaotian could clearly see that the front of the book was filled with complex math problems, neatly written step by step, and the illustrations were neatly drawn - this person has always been like this, as long as he decides to do something, he will definitely Not perfunctory, everything is reported with 100% seriousness and focus.

He took a notebook and a pen, and simply drew a straight line on a piece of white paper. Huang Shaotian stood behind him curiously to see what he was going to write, while Yu Wenzhou sat there, as seriously as he was just now. The content of the teacher's lecture is the same, and I started to write pros and cons.

What he wrote first was about the disadvantages, and the content was roughly the same as what he had just heard, but this time, the more he wrote, the more he couldn't stop the car, and the half of the paper was almost filled—what could possibly be tested? No, he passed the exam and finally found that he didn't have that talent, maybe he is the only person in the world who thinks he is suitable for this job... Huang Shaotian was dumbfounded when he saw it, even knowing the consequences of the future, he almost couldn't help it, very I want to grab this classmate Xiao Yu by the shoulders and shake him to his death, so that he can wake up - write so many disadvantages, are you trying to cheer yourself up or masochistic!

And Xiao Yu, who was able to write vigorously over there, was concentrating on it, but he didn't know that someone was watching him like this and was driving himself crazy. Huang Shaotian squinted his eyes to take a closer look at this small man with a sad face. He had the prototype and demeanor of those "little man who couldn't remember words" and "little man who couldn't memorize music theory" that Yu Wenzhou later drew in his textbooks.

But the place where the benefits should be written is blank. The nib of the pen touched the paper, and the ink of the pen smeared a little. I don't know if I can't write the pen, or I don't know what to write.

Huang Shaotian looked at the white that was almost glaring, and felt that the pen tip that had stopped viciously pierced his chest and stuck to the tip of his heart, and the smudged ink blots were all the sadness that came from overwhelming.

What good can it do?Huang Shaotian also asked himself, at that time, no one knew what the future would hold. At that age, even though he still had the dream of becoming a great violinist, he had learned not to talk about it like he did when he was a child. Yelling.When encountering special difficulties, it is not that he has doubted himself. What if his dream cannot be realized in the future?What if even if he paid so much, he still returns without success in the end?

Just in case, really just in case, the days and nights they believed in, insisted on, and worked hard for, are nothing but exhausting mediocrity, and they are really just in the blue sky and daylight. Next, did you have an absurd dream?

There are so many people in the world, talented, willing to work hard, talented and hardworking... so many people are working hard for a tomorrow, whoever stipulates that the person who will realize their wishes in the future must be them Woolen cloth?

That blank space was like a piece of unknown that could not be controlled. He watched Yu Wenzhou silently staring at the piece of paper, raised and lowered the pen a few times, but still did not write a single word.

Huang Shaotian wanted to reach out to hug him several times, he liked him so much, he was the most precious existence to him, and he was the one who made him feel so proud - but this past him clearly still had a smile on his face. He had to watch such cruel content despite his childishness, which made him feel very distressed.

However, he couldn't reach out after all, and he really couldn't give him even a little comfort.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the only sliver of light came in, and Yu Wenzhou, who was sitting there almost like a statue, was caged into an indistinct darkness. Huang Shaotian seemed to smile when he saw him , then quickly wrote a few words on the paper, and then glanced at it, and without hesitation, folded the piece of broken paper that made people feel bitter, bitter, and hopeless just now. Fold it and stuff it back into the notebook.

This process was as fast as the speed at which he came in through the window, Huang Shaotian was stunned - he didn't see what was written over there at all!And the classmate Xiao Yu here obviously planned to let that unlucky piece of paper live in his old age in the notebook. He raised his hand to open the piano cover, and his hand was lightly placed on the black and white keys, which seemed unusually cherished and gentle.

But Huang Shaotian remembered that once they went out together, Song Xiao and the others just knew that Yu Wenzhou was not from the Music High School before, so they asked casually, why did they want to come to the sound examination school?

At that time, they had just had dinner, and they were walking slowly all the way to school. Yu Wenzhou was walking on Huang Shaotian's right. Hearing this question, he smiled and replied, "I can't say, probably because I'm happy."

Hearing this really unreliable answer, the group of them couldn't help giving him a salute of admiration. At that time, everyone didn't take this answer seriously—but now that Huang Shaotian thought of it, he used the word "happiness" and "happiness" together. Just now Yu Wenzhou quickly finished writing the comparison silently in his heart, thinking in disbelief, could it be true?

But Xiao Yu's classmates didn't know about his mental activities.He finished writing that seemingly heavy pros and cons analysis about future planning—actually, he didn’t do much analysis, and he finally chose the one that didn’t look easy to go, but now he doesn’t think that’s important, not important at all .

Huang Shaotian looked at Yu Wenzhou who was wrapped in a slightly oversized school uniform, making him look even younger.He rolled up the long sleeves of his school uniform a little bit, straightened his back, and began to play a piece of music seriously. The rising moonlight came in through the glass window, gently enveloping his dancing on the keys. On both hands, it was as gentle as a comforting kiss.

Later, he followed Yu Wenzhou through the window of the piano room and walked on the way home together. The street was full of traffic at night, and the lights of cars passing by quickly opened up flashes of light and shadow, which appeared sharp and glaring during the day. In the dark night, the high-rise buildings in the city lit up the dots of light boards, and continued to stick to their posts.

They watched the traffic and crowds of the whole city together, office workers returning home from overtime, pedestrians who came out for a walk at night, junior high school students who sneaked out to play... Everyone hurried past them, leaving only some blurred faces Virtual image.And at this moment, thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, the sky suddenly fell down, and a sudden rainstorm turned the whole city into a big bathhouse where the shower could not be turned off. Huang Shaotian turned his head to look at Yu Wenzhou—— He appeared extremely calm amidst the rushing crowd, and he played the skills that all high school students have - skillfully took off his school uniform jacket and put it on his head.

A sudden heavy rain seemed to rush all the people on the road to the sheltered place above the head. The bus stop sign that was usually not crowded was also full of people. The heavy rain made the bus come slower than usual. Few people began to complain in a low voice, but gradually the number of people who complained increased—those fine and trivial words were like a big net, enveloping this rainy night impenetrably with boredom and dissatisfaction.

Yu Wenzhou was standing at the end of the line, most of his back was still exposed to the rain, but he didn't seem to mind it at all—there was a little dim light under the stop sign, the school uniform was still covering his head, and there were some drops of water on his forehead It dripped down along the wet hair, and the surrounding noise, complaints and anxiety seemed to be unable to infect him at all. He held a small notebook in his hand, and under the cover of this small crowd, he quickly what is written.

Standing behind him, Huang Shaotian saw clearly that it was a small notebook with many pieces of music written in pieces. They were not complete, and some of them even looked unprofessional now, let alone sounding nice. There have been many—they are not the same in appearance, but they all have the same function. They are dedicated to their duties, carrying the creation of the master stroke by stroke, paving a way for him to the future.

With his fast writing, the jumping notes formed on the stave, they seemed to be full of infinite vitality in this dark rainy night, and could jump out of the paper at any time, so the rain in the sky disappeared, The damp and cold wind disappeared, and the noisy noise of the crowded crowd disappeared in an instant. That person's pen is only a small square of blank paper, but it can accommodate all things and phenomena in this vast world-the pride of life and death, The choice of a strong man to break his wrist, the feelings of spring wind and rain, and the courage to go forward.

There was rain falling on his forehead, and Huang Shaotian couldn't help stretching out his hand to help him block it. He thought that this subconscious action would return in vain, but he didn't expect that the drop of rain fell quietly on his palm, and then fell silently. Dissipated away.

With another muffled thunder in the sky, Yu Wenzhou's pen tip seemed to be raised at the end of the performance, and it was a little heavier at the end of the phrase. This time, the ink of the pen was also smudged on the paper, but Huang Shaotian saw him look up from the notebook. His expression at that time——his eyes seemed to have fallen into the rain and light of the whole world, moist, soft and full of energy.

And the rain will stop, and the sky will always be bright.

In the dream, Huang Shaotian went with Yu Wenzhou to take his entrance exam. He suddenly discovered that Yu Wenzhou and his own entrance exam were on the same day, and they were also in the same building. Their walk into this future will become the most memorable moment in their common memories. The important thing is that Huang Shaotian saw himself a few years ago even when he was walking up the stairs.

He always remembered that he walked into the examination room with the expression of "smug", "I have the world", "Haiye is the first and I am the second", but now he looks at himself who was obviously tender at that time. Everyone felt that it should actually be a firm and youthful "foolishness".

But he kind of wanted to ask Yu Wenzhou to wait a minute, and said, classmate Xiao Yu, what are you doing so fast?As long as you walk a little slower, you can meet your future favorite person at the top of the stairs. Although he looks a little silly now, but if you take a closer look, he is still quite handsome!

You're going to love him, trust me!

However, his voice could not be heard by Yu Wenzhou, and he passed many other candidates back and forth, some of them nervously wrung their fingers and kept circling in situ, and some of them lay on the guardrail of the corridor to watch for the last time. writing notes, but Yu Wenzhou just walked through them and lined up in front of the waiting room, where he had to fill in the candidates' information again.

On his face was a look of calmness that never changes when a mountain collapses in front of him. He came alone, and there were no acquainted classmates around him, so the calmness on his face stood out in the noisy corridor.And Huang Shaotian stood beside him, but he laughed. At this time, no matter how calm and calm Yu Wenzhou looked on the surface, he knew that he was nervous, and he was also anxious—that young man's hands were hanging in front of him, although Unlike others who were so nervous that they twisted into a few twisted pasta, but they were also doing some small movements unconsciously.

He gently pressed one hand on the back of the other, rising and falling according to a certain rhythm. It should be a melody, but it's a pity that Huang Shaotian has never been good at the piano, so he couldn't figure out what it was.

Finally he was in line, Yu Wenzhou picked up the pen on the table, bent down and began to fill out the form, and at this time Huang Shaotian stretched out his hand from beside him, and he put his right hand on the young Yu Wenzhou's right hand, palm Sticking to the back of his hand, it was like holding the pen with him, writing down his future stroke by stroke.

Name, Yu Wenzhou; apply for the department, composition.

So what if you regret it?So what if he's not a genius?Even, what if he doesn't have that much talent?

Is it true that every ordinary person, who is no more ordinary, can only daydream in his day-to-day life, and can't even have the opportunity to realize it?And can a person with outstanding talent be able to go smoothly all the way, without any ups and downs, and rush all the way to the successful end?

Of course he didn't believe it.

The peak and dangerous shoals are still bright and smooth, so he has to go through them himself to make the final decision.

Huang Shaotian felt the warmth of the ironing in the palm of his hand, and he watched Yu Wenzhou straighten up after writing the message, feeling a little relieved and laughed.The teacher in charge of collecting the form was a kind middle-aged man. He took the form back and asked with a casual smile, "Are you ready?"

He may have asked many candidates this question, and they would give many different answers.At this time, Huang Shaotian looked at Yu Wenzhou standing there. He was tall and straight, and the cold wind at the end of the year was swept in by the open corridor. In this severe cold, he laughed nonchalantly, his eyes fell on a place far away. , and he also gave his own answer——

"I'm ready."

Standing behind him, Huang Shaotian suddenly felt that there was no need for him to watch his exam process anymore.

He already knew all the results, and he thought, what he should do is probably just keep working hard and keep moving forward, so that they can meet each other someday in the future.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and the figure of Yu Wenzhou who opened the door and walked into the classroom became blurred, and he shivered solidly, and woke up from the dream.

Huang Shaotian opened his eyes, he was in a daze for a while, he was holding the corner of the quilt in his hand, and the quilt that was covered by the two of them together, more than half of it had fallen under the bed, he felt a little cold, he raised his head to the window. From the outside, it was almost dark.He only felt that he had just had a long dream, and now that he woke up, he only remembered some sporadic fragments. He saw a light leaking in from the half-closed door, and knew that it was Yu Wenzhou who had returned.

So he threw down the quilt, put on his slippers, opened the door and went out.

Yu Wenzhou was sitting in front of the piano - the small apartment they rented together had an old piano left by the owner, because it was rented out to students of the conservatory of music all the year round, so the owner kept it when he moved out. Not outstanding, but still accurate.

He was lying there writing the score with his back to Huang Shaotian, concentrating on it, and didn't notice that Huang Shaotian quietly walked behind him—until Huang Shaotian hugged him tightly from behind.

"Shaotian?" With a trembling of his hand, the pen drew a long line on the paper, and he didn't feel annoyed. He smiled and pulled Huang Shaotian's arm wrapped around his neck, "Are you awake? Are you extravagant enough? "

Huang Shaotian buried his face on Yu Wenzhou's shoulder with a little sleepiness, and his voice came out muffled: "No... I think I had a very long dream, but now it's not so clear. remembered……"

"You won't remember the dream when you wake up." Yu Wenzhou replied with a smile, and raised his hand to rub Huang Shaotian's messy sleeping hair.

"But I feel..." Huang Shaotian raised his head, and continued with a bit of distress, "I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time after waking up... Yu Wenzhou, I think I miss you so much."

This is nonsense, for God's sake, they were still rolling on the same bed last night, each fighting for a quilt, and they were woken up by the same alarm clock in the morning. But the difference is that one went out and the other got up, ate breakfast and slept until now... Even so, it really can't be called "long time".

Yu Wenzhou wanted to laugh a little bit, but he heard Huang Shaotian's tone was indescribably serious and somewhat confused, he stretched out his hand and pulled him towards him, and sat down beside him.He lightly touched Huang Shaotian's cheek with a somewhat cold hand, hesitated for a moment and said: "Pay attention to your daily routine, Shaotian, you must not have fainted from sleep, have you?"

"Where is it! Even if I fainted from sleep, you heard me say that I miss you, is this the only reaction? Just tell me that I miss you too, Yu Wenzhou!" Huang Shaotian felt the touch on his hand. Coolness, instinctively wanted to hide, but because the opponent was Yu Wenzhou, he restrained this movement, and just hummed slightly dissatisfied.

"Just kidding..." Yu Wenzhou laughed, he stood up, and wanted to go to get a coat for Huang Shaotian, the heating in the living room was not turned on enough, and he had just woken up, so he was afraid that he would catch a cold.

Unexpectedly, Huang Shaotian followed him and stood up immediately, hugging him tightly.

Yu Wenzhou also felt that something was wrong.

The pictures in those dreams flashed past Huang Shaotian's eyes again, seemingly real or fake, frame by frame, like an old mime without lines. He looked at the young Yu Wenzhou walking alone in the screen, and couldn't help it. Hold him tighter.

"I dreamed of you from before." Huang Shaotian said suddenly.

He wanted to say, I dreamed that you used to be alone in the school piano room and wrote about the pros and cons of the future. I dreamed that you were writing music at the bus stop when it was raining alone. I dreamed of you. The clenched fingers and furrowed brows in the hardest and most difficult times... At those times, I want to hold your hand and give you a hug. I want to tell you not to get entangled and not to hesitate. You will become one in the future. Very good very good composer, your choice today is right, don’t believe those doubts, you will succeed one day.

In the future, you will have many like-minded friends and classmates, and you will also meet many teachers with great majors and people. They are all very good people, and you will definitely get along very happily.More importantly, you will also write a lot of songs praised by teachers and classmates. You will become the best student in the school, and you will become the goal and idol of many people.