Peacock

"You, how did you do such a thing?!"

Tangling still stared at me, her tone was calm, "I learned from you."

"...don't learn something good." I complained, avoiding and avoiding my eyes, and finally couldn't help Tang Ling's gaze, and took the violin over.

Tangling held my hip bone, shaking lightly, and breathed out like a fallen leaf falling to the ground, maybe this movement has a magical soothing power, or maybe it's just because of the person in front of me.

I took out the shoulder rest from the violin case. This violin should have just been made. The breath of newborn is too strong, so I spent some more time tuning it.

Originally, I thought I would forget where to start, but after setting up the piano, everything happened so logically.

I can’t remember the first song I practiced when I was a beginner. The one that is a little clearer is "The Sorrow of Love" that I chose for the first time in the market competition. For insurance reasons, it was forced to change to the Concerto in G minor.

For no reason, this performance was lighter than any previous performance, and the tempo was accelerated a lot because of the tension at the beginning.

Every note is so familiar that I would pile the Chrysler originals into my headphones and listen to them every school way before the game.Later the teacher said to change the tune, I naturally did not intend to disobey any adult, but I was still a little bit disappointed.

It was Mother's Day that day, and the head teacher also said in the daytime class that we should be grateful.Thinking about it, I have devoted myself to practicing for so long, so I knocked on my mother's door in the middle of the night, intending to play this song to her. I also want to wish her a happy Mother's Day.Although in the end she was impatient and came to listen to my performance in a sleepy situation, she just said "You can win the prize next week is the best holiday gift for me" and sent me back to the room.

Since then, I have never dared to ask for anyone to play for. After all, being rejected is a very frustrating thing, so this time standing in front of Tang Ling, I truly, the first Playing the violin to someone for the first time is not for any awards, and I don’t need to worry about the final evaluation. I just stand here and deliver myself, my mood, and my past to him piece by piece.

It would be nice to meet Tang Ling sooner. Ever since I met him in Baima, I have been chanting this short mantra silently in my heart almost all the time, hoping that one day it will really appear and bring me back to the place where he participated. In the past, that must have been a more wonderful thing than receiving an invitation to Hogwarts.

So like an idiot, I cried a lot after the end of the song. The violin and bow were tremblingly held in my hands, shaking with the extent of my sobbing.

"Crying without applauding?" Tang Ling probably thought it was a little funny, and stretched out her hand to squeeze my face.

"Then hurry up and drum..."

Then Tang Ling obediently began to clap her hands, clapping heavily and slowly, like an old man listening to storytelling.

I couldn't help laughing again, and in order to hide my emo regardless of the occasion, I had to shout and urge, "Didn't you say you have to learn from me!"

Tang Ling pushed the piano box far away, shaking her head lightly, "I didn't see clearly."

I knew that he didn't really want to learn, so I pressed his shoulder viciously, and wanted to say something sharp, but what I blurted out was still an indistinct sentence, "This is the first time I play the piano and listen to it alone."

Tang Ling still pretended not to understand, and said in a tone, "It's amazing."

"The first time I had sex was with you."

"Well, it's not a good thing."

"First time eating pineapple ice, first time drawing, first time counting stars." I paused, and then said, "First time proposing, first time falling in love, first time really wanting to die."

I almost fell into his shoulder socket: "Maybe in the future, when I recall these few months, I will only think, ah, I really can't live to understand."

Tang Ling's breath patted my ears lightly and slowly, and then he reached out and rubbed my disheveled back.

He said: "People don't understand life, and if they understand life, it means that this person deserves to die."

I want to say that you are the number one stupid person who grew up at the beginning of the world, but you were blocked for a while, so you could only rub your nose and tears on Tang Ling with revenge.

Unexpectedly, I didn't understand the reason for this, which looked like courtship, and was watched by the boss Lin Cong who opened the door, which made him stuck in his throat with his flattering "expert".

I turned my head to look at him, only to see him turn and close the door silently and quickly.

Tang Ling called out to stop him: "Lin Cong."

Lin Cong bent over to cover half of his eyes in a dramatic way, saying that if you fart, let it go.

"How did you sell the piano?"

I got up, not understanding why Tang Ling asked this.

Lin Cong looked at us: "Which one?"

Tang Ling said to me, "You choose."

"Me?" I said hastily, "I don't want it."

Tang Ling seemed to be very persistent, probably because she was afraid that I would think that this was just a small workshop, and there was no such thing as a violin that I could see. She also explained that Lin Cong's wife's grandfather was a famous violin maker.

Although I don't know much about violin studios, I can get a glimpse of it from the awards hanging on the wall and the timbre of just a random one.

"Anyway, I only play the piano for you alone. If you don't listen to it in the future, then today will be the last time."

Tangling was a little impatient with my stubborn disregard: "Say these words meaningful?"

"Why are you so anxious to give me something, feel guilty? Breakup fee? Oh, no, whoring money?"

Tangling glanced at me, but didn't speak.

Lin Cong came out to smooth things over: "Just take whatever you want, and I'll report it to my wife later."

"I really don't want it, it's so difficult to carry on this journey." Thinking that we don't have much time left, I gave up the idea of ​​arguing with Tangling again, and said the middle way, "You really don't know that I used to recite the bass When I went to the violin class, I would poke my heels when I walked with my back on my back, so I had to bow like an old man every time."

As I said that, I also demonstrated to Tang Ling how I walked on the miserable class path, and said that my current height is definitely the result of being persecuted at that time.

After talking about this, Tang Ling didn't insist anymore, got up and walked to Lin Cong's side.

"You don't want to come back to see me, do you?" Lin Cong said thoughtfully, then swept Tangling up and down with a very surprised look, and said in a low voice, "I'm married! "

Tang Ling kicked his calf violently.

Lin Cong glanced furtively at me and then at Tang Ling: "I mean, there were so many girls chasing you before, and you didn't see any reaction from your boy."

"Let's think about it, the one who brought you mint water from the canteen, the sister of the network administrator, by the way, and the representative of our class." Lin Cong said more and more vigorously, "It's the representative of that class. I heard that people are chasing you. I went to Guangzhou, why, still not..."

No matter how thick the nerves are, it's time to touch the warning line. Lin Cong suddenly remembered something in the middle of his speech, choking like a patient who lost his speech function, and the whole room fell into a whirlpool of silence for an instant.

Tang Ling didn't know what she was thinking, but her expression remained unchanged. In order to let Lin Cong get off the stage, she moved her eyes to the crib by the stairs, "I didn't hear you say that."

Lin Cong followed his gaze and said in a daze, "Didn't you know that? I didn't expect to ask for it at this age."

He slumped into the sofa and shook his fan, speaking like a man who has lived for ten centuries, "Some things and some people are really unexpected. The resistance is too tiring, and the stage is reserved for fools." Little Lengtouqing is the protagonist. I now feel that learning to accept everything is the correct way to defend against the enemy. Think about it, using yourself as a swamp, swallowing whatever comes, this is no worse than punching cotton Annoyed?"

Tangling said in a cold voice that there are still undetermined children, so don't talk bad things there.

After hearing this, I looked around the store for a week, and finally thought ignorantly that this "child" refers to me who will be 20 years old in two days, right?

I carefully recalled the words Tang Ling once said to me, and I decided to narcissistically taste Tang Ling's dank possessiveness, and I only allowed him to set an example to abuse "adult children", not allowed Others interfere.

This is of course wrong, exploiting people and listening to them will reveal potential opportunities, he is called the leader of a cult.

When I recovered from the bubble-like self-hypnosis, I could no longer find Tang Ling by the door.

I hurriedly followed, only to see Lin Cong pouring water, "Boss Lin, where is Tangling?"

"Going to buy a ticket? He said that he will go back to the county tomorrow."

I stood there blankly, but Lin Cong thought I was being polite, so he pulled me to the sofa and sat down, and poured me a glass of warm water.

As if vaguely aware of something, I turned my head and asked him, "What happened just now? You said that the class representative chased him to Guangzhou, and then what?"

I actually thought about it when I asked, but it might be the plot of the first love girlfriend in Baiyueguang Town, which is not so unacceptable, but I don’t know what the past will be when I really reached out and touched Tangling. Such a thing is comparable to self-harm.

"He didn't tell you?" Lin Cong's face showed a bit of embarrassment, "I still heard what the county magistrate said. When he was in college, the Chinese class representative of our junior high school went to Guangzhou to find him and made an appointment. He went out to meet, probably because he had just obtained his driver's license at that time, and somehow there was an accident, and the girl was not rescued."

"Killing means this..." I muttered, "That's why he spent three years in prison?"

Lin Cong seemed to be feeling a little emotional: "I always thought that I was more likely to be in trouble than him."

"Sometimes people are really unlucky when they are unlucky." Lin Cong said, "You can't say that Tangling is right, can you? What did that girl do wrong? After this incident, her family has also fallen apart. Originally Her father was working in Dongguan, and he probably thought that he came back after earning money and didn’t know who to use it for, and now he drinks and plays cards every day in the county.”

"...Isn't there only one person left in the family?"

"No, I still have a son, but I don't need her father to support her, and I've stopped studying a long time ago. When I was in junior high school, I almost walked with him. Later, when I came out with him from the back door of the arcade hall, we ran into a The one who asked him to pay back the money, they fought without saying a word, and then I saw her brother chop off his thumb. I thought to myself, oh, this is not the right way, so I just found a reason and ran away "Lin Cong said, "We don't have that kind of courage, serious Internet addicts, except for poor grades, there is still a fundamental difference from those who are out of society."

I hugged my knees, and my mind was so chaotic that Lin Cong said something to me next to me, but I couldn't translate them into exact words.

"He will blame himself." Just saying such words seemed to be a stab in the heart, and I said, "He likes to pretend to be noble so much, and likes to be a bad guy so much, he must be blaming himself all the time these years .”

Lin Cong sighed inaudibly.

I also want to learn to use a sigh to put an end to the problem, thinking that I can really let all the melancholy fly out of the body with the breath, but it turns out that even if I emptied my lungs and vomited into a shriveled balloon, the sadness still stubbornly clings to the deepest part of my body. Here, being sad is still being sad.