A collection of short stories about Qingshan as snow and yellow

At the age of 22, Huang Shaotian began to write his first book.

At that time, he had just graduated from work, and one day when he was having lunch at noon, he was drawing an outline on a sticky note, and a colleague at the opposite table was watching a local station's singer talent show.He still remembered that what he ate that day was a chicken roll, which was a combination of local and foreign, with chili and mayonnaise.

Generally speaking, no matter how noisy the environment is, he can concentrate on doing his own thing, but that day he just happened to be a little blocked, and his mind was wandering, so he listened to a messy program.The judges were talking about the time, and the audience cheered loudly below. After a while, everything fell silent, and then he heard a person singing:

"Or more casual love

or some more kisses

Don't gently embrace the memories that are about to disappear

Happy to forget about it..."

A slow song, he thought, doesn't seem like a good fit for the show.

After the person finished singing, Huang Shaotian stared at his sticky note for a few minutes, then stopped the colleague on the opposite side: "The one just now on the show, 'Or—————'" He hummed a few words, "… ...what's the name of the person who sang this song?"

"What are you singing about?" The other party was at a loss.

Huang Shaotian: "..."

The colleague pulled back the progress bar and found this person. "His name is Yu Wenzhou." He told Huang Shaotian, "He is a fresh graduate, he seems to be about your age."

For the entire afternoon that followed, Huang Shaotian's mind was circling that part of the song.He couldn't tell what was going on, as if among thousands of voices, only this one made him unforgettable once he heard it.This is an old song he is familiar with. The man named Yu Wenzhou sang unhurriedly, with a young voice, but with a lazy vicissitudes of life, like a person suffering from love, who has sung there alone for a long time .

Colleague: "What are you in a daze for, you look so out of your mind."

Huang Shaotian: "That's called losing your mind! I'm thinking about the singing contestant just now. His voice is super nice, and he's especially to my liking. I feel like he might have been my first love in my last life, my long-lost and reunion."

Colleague: "...I don't really understand you literary youths."

After returning home at night, Huang Shaotian turned on the computer, found this program and started watching it again.When Yu Wenzhou came out with the guitar in his arms, he finally saw the person's appearance carefully for the first time: he was really young, with a gentle student air, his eyes were lowered calmly when he sang, and when he was answering the judges' questions, he looked down again. Show calm and steady.Generally speaking, in this talent show where demons dance wildly, it belongs to the kind that doesn't have any hot spots.

He listened to the passage sung by Yu Wenzhou more than ten times, and wanted to vote for him a hundred times.

In the end, he searched again and found that the show ended two months ago. Yu Wenzhou stopped in the semi-finals and lost to a brutalist soul rock singer uncle in the semi-finals.

Huang Shaotian: "..."

He found out the videos of this show one by one. From the first time he appeared on the stage and heard his last competition, he beat his chest for a long time. in the emptiness.

Maybe it was fate, if he happened to catch up with the broadcast of this show, and cheered and supported Yu Wenzhou the whole time, maybe after the show ended, he would feel that he had loved him without any regrets, and in the end he would completely forget about the person he fancied back.

But at the moment, he feels a sense of suffocation that he has nowhere to spill his blood, so he can only search for information about him, pay attention to his blog that he hasn't written a few words, and leave a note "I will always support you! " comment or something.These things are really not enough to watch, he is eagerly looking forward to some new works by this new singer, at least some news for everyone to understand, don't just disappear in a flash and disappear in the wave of this entertainment era.

He also knew it would not be easy.But at least he can at least listen to his songs more before the heat is over.

Almost two years later, Yu Wenzhou released his first album.

Among the singers who came out of that show that year, he was considered a relatively smooth one, and the audience's perception of him gradually changed from a "draft singer" to a "new generation idol singer".He wrote a few popular songs, and wrote and sang by himself. Even if his voice is not very distinctive, more and more people are still familiar with him.

Huang Shaotian is different from others, first of all he is a fan of Yu Wenzhou's voice, he can write songs even better, the icing on the cake, our Wenzhou is really the most versatile little prince creative talent in the world and the cutest.

In the past two years, Huang Shaotian's life has undergone many changes.He switched to a more leisurely job, devoted himself primarily to writing, moved into a new house, and published his second book.Among the readers, he gradually became famous, and his editor often received emails from cute girls, crying and asking him why he wrote XXX to death, why he let the villain XXX be free, and why he didn’t let XXX and XXX together.

"So why don't you let XXX and XXX be together?" the editor asked.

Huang Shaotian: "This is the inevitability of fate! You can see that XXX's life trajectory should not overlap with XXX's at all, and they just met by chance. In theory, if they are brave, they can continue to communicate and break the habit between them. The gap between them is not impossible. If we start all over again, maybe everything will be different, but if you miss it, you miss it. Do you think I will give them this chance? And then again, I am not writing a love story, who wants to write them Talk about love."

Edit: "...isn't it really because you're single?"

Huang Shaotian thought about it, revised the outline, and sent a bento to the other XXX as well.

He continued to pay attention to Yu Wenzhou, who already had quite a few (both male and female) fanatical fans, but Huang Shaotian did not become one of them.His posture as a fan is a bit lacking in passion, but the good thing is that he can still keep his own brain.Sometimes when he saw the comments of those passionate fans, he couldn't help but sweat for both sides. Fortunately, Yu Wenzhou himself was very relieved and didn't make too many troubles.

When his first book "Rain" was published, the sample book was delivered to his home. He practiced on the paper all afternoon, and finally wrote a satisfactory signature on the title page of one book.At that time, Yu Wenzhou already had a brokerage company, and he also had a public mailing address for fans, so he packed the book in a package and sent it over.

Naturally, he received no reply.That book must have been drowned in all kinds of gifts from many fans, maybe the cover was not even opened.

The name of Yu Wenzhou's first album is "Blue". In addition to including a few of his more famous songs, the title song is "We Still Have Many Summers". From the tune to the lyrics, the whole style is very small and fresh.Huang Shaotian actually had a hard time imagining the picture of Yu Wenzhou wearing a white shirt sitting on the flower bed downstairs of the teaching building, playing and singing with his guitar in his arms. He felt that this kind of painting style of a campus prince didn’t suit him at all. Although the song was beautiful and healing, However, Huang Shaotian could still hear a sense of slowness and unhurriedness in his voice, as if there was nothing under the sun that was worth his heartbeat in the limited time.

Of course, this is just his personal opinion.Those little girl fans definitely don't think so. Anyway, in the MV, Yu Wenzhou, who travels by bicycle and waits for the rain under the eaves, is the world's number one to them.

When Huang Shaotian released the album, he quickly snatched a set of special commemorative editions. Later, he was reluctant to take apart and listen to it, so he bought two more copies, one for the car and one for the house.He didn't stick the attached poster on the wall, but folded it and put it in the itinerary of that year.

Huang Shaotian has only been to Yu Wenzhou's concert once.From this point of view, he is probably not a competent fan, at most he is a passer-by fan, the kind that has a long relationship.He bought two copies of each of Yu Wenzhou's albums. Later, as the trend changed to electronic distribution, he could no longer buy two copies, and instead bought one for each platform.Yu Wenzhou's songs accompany him through many nights of biting cigarette butts and typing on the keyboard, but Huang Shaotian is really not that keen on going to other cities to listen to his concerts.

I don’t know what happened that time. After he handed in a manuscript, he spread it out on the chair like a salted fish. Suddenly, a small chicken soup advertisement for the soul popped up on the webpage: Do you have any wishes, do you have any regrets? Act and make it happen today!Shiojiao.com, blabla...

By coincidence, Huang Shaotian searched for information on Yu Wenzhou's performance, which will be next month, in the city next door to him.He bought a ticket and flew there a day earlier.

The audiences who go to the concert are of all ages. There are many men like him in their late thirties, but most of them accompany their girlfriends.There are also many girls who are still studying at first glance, looking at them, Huang Shaotian thought of those girls who fancied Yu Wenzhou who just debuted with him back then.

The atmosphere of the concert is amazing.Even if you may not be able to get close to your idol from the beginning to the end, but in the unconscious wave of collective fanaticism, you will unconsciously change from sitting to standing, from standing to jumping up and down, from following the stage The humming turned into loud shouting——Before Huang Shaotian went, he was still thinking that he must not be screaming like those enthusiastic little girls, but by the end, his voice was basically hoarse.

In the misty, dreamlike lights and sound waves, he waved his arms that had not played for a long time, and his youth turned into a fiery steam, drifting out from his ears.

He didn't know how to describe Yu Wenzhou on stage.Between those dazzling dances and heartbeat rhythms, he would also sit by the piano and sing a slow song or two.The camera shot his profile on the big screen, the smoke and changing light made the air a bit blurry, but Huang Shaotian could still see his silhouette converted from radio waves and signals, he played the piano with a calm expression, just like this This tranquility is his real face.

I know he is like this, Huang Shaotian thought, at this moment, I can understand very well.

At the end, Yu Wenzhou told the audience that he would give them a special song.Someone handed him the guitar, and he played it a few times. With this thin accompaniment, he sang the song he sang for the first time in that talent show that year.

Huang Shaotian hummed softly as he listened.

At the end of the concert, the girl next to Huang Shaotian burst into tears, so he had no choice but to give her the rest of the tissues in his pocket.This girl is probably an old fan who has been chasing after the show back then, and started crying as soon as the guitar sounded, and didn't stop until the end of the show.

"Thank you..." She sobbed and took Huang Shaotian's tissue, "You also know him from that show, right? I heard you singing along to this song."

"Uh, that's right." Huang Shaotian said.

"But you're really out of tune!" the girl laughed through her tears.

Huang Shaotian: "..."

Later, on the return flight, he was still thinking about it.Maybe God gave him the talent of selling words for a living, but maybe God took away his sense of pitch.This is all a matter of chance.

Yu Wenzhou announced his retirement in the tenth year of his debut.His fans lined up on the rooftop for a while, but he didn't say goodbye to the music scene completely, but retreated behind the scenes and continued to work as a music creator.

When he heard the news, Huang Shaotian was still in a relatively calm mood.He dug out various versions of the albums he had collected for many years from the cabinet, and there was a light stick in that box, which he brought back from that concert.The ten-year souvenirs are just that. He feels that he is not very good as a fan, but he has really liked Yu Wenzhou for a long time, so long that it has become a habit.

When he is blocked and distracted, he will find a disc of Yu Wenzhou's songs and listen to them wherever he thinks of them.He would always think of that noon many years ago, when he heard Yu Wenzhou's singing for the first time, the feeling that was almost falling into his first love surged from his heart.

He still likes Yu Wenzhou's voice, no longer so young, but still gentle and affectionate.

Every time he gets his sample booklet, he still sends a copy to Yu Wenzhou's mailing address. His address has changed over the years, but this habit has not changed.Compared with the standard autograph at the beginning, he later began to put cat bookmarks drawn by himself, postcards, cake shop coupons and so on.Once he had a brain twitch, and printed "I recommend this book to you! It's my favorite author!" on a small note, and then put it in a package with the book and sent it out. Later, he realized that there was his own signature on it. It's so stupid... I can only sincerely hope that Yu Wenzhou doesn't happen to see this from a pile of presents.

An editor once relayed an email from a reader friend to him: "Daddy, I am your loyal fan. I know that you used to be a hot-handed author with razor blades flying all over the sky. Why have you become soft-hearted now? Of course I am not offering opinions. , please be sure to maintain this state, and don’t send out any more knives!”

"Because I'm already old." Huang Shaotian said to the editor.

"Bah, I'm six years older than you!" The editor was furious, "My hair is still alive!"

Huang Shaotian agreed, and then he looked at the outline he was typing, and gave an ending of total annihilation.

That day Huang Shaotian was sitting at home turning on the TV, and happened to see Yu Wenzhou participating in an entertainment program.I have to say that although he doesn't rely on his appearance so much, his image is still very good. He sits in the studio surrounded by a group of junior newcomers, making it almost impossible to take his eyes off him.

The host was talking about his last album: "...its name is "Rain", but there are not many songs in it that contain image elements of rain. I don't know why you named the album like this?"

"My first album was about summer, and so is the last one." Yu Wenzhou blinked, "You know, summer in my hometown has a lot of rain."

The host laughed cooperatively, and Yu Wenzhou said, "But apart from that, it also has commemorative significance. As for what kind of commemoration it is, that's a secret."

Huang Shaotian pondered, what is the secret?Did he run wild in the heavy rain when he had no inspiration?But thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is not something he would do.

After thinking about it for a while, he gave up thinking about it, made himself a pot of tea, and prepared to spend a pleasant evening without manuscripts to catch up and editing deadly serial emails.

Huang Shaotian usually stays a little bit home, but he is often invited to participate in talk shows as a well-known writer, and it is difficult to refuse, so he can only go.His editor will generally give people a good vaccination: our author is actually a lot of truth, the host must control the rhythm, don't let him talk endlessly.

On a talk show, the host asked him a question: "In your past life, do you have any regrets? If you were to do it all over again, what would you want to change?"

Huang Shaotian thought to himself that this is a chicken soup topic for the soul, but he thought about it and decided to answer it seriously.

"I don't have many regrets," he said, "but if I can change it, I want to go back to when I was in my 20s. There was an opportunity in front of me, but I didn't cherish it..."

The host smiled and said, "What kind of opportunity?"

"When I was young, I had an idol. The singer I liked." Huang Shaotian said, "Oh, don't ask, let me keep the specific one secret - of course, I still like it now, I have a very long relationship. Many years ago One afternoon, when I had just written two books, I was traveling in a small town, and when I was walking around in the street, it suddenly rained heavily."

"It's like the rain that will come as expected when the key scene appears." The host quoted a sentence he wrote.

"That's right." Huang Shaotian continued, "I didn't bring an umbrella, luckily I live not far away, so I ran and ran towards the hotel like a drowned chicken, and suddenly, I saw my idol standing under the eaves of the street, He didn't have an umbrella either."

Host: "Wow."

"Really, is it a fateful encounter?" Huang Shaotian said, "If I had brought an umbrella, I would have gone up to talk to him, but unfortunately I don't have the equipment... Well, I hesitated between going there in embarrassment and going back to talk silently. In the end, I was discouraged. But to be honest, it’s not just for this reason, maybe I also have a kind of cowardly mentality, this usage is not very scientific, please don’t imitate it.”

"Okay, okay." The host suppressed a smile, "Then you haven't passed away?"

"I went back to the hotel to get the umbrella, took a shower, changed my clothes, and the sky will be sunny." Huang Shaotian spread his hands, "When I go back, everyone has already left."

"It must have left long ago!" The host complained on behalf of the audience.

"So, we just missed it." Huang Shaotian said, "For many years afterwards, I often listened to his songs when I had no inspiration. Regrets? Even if he doesn’t remember me when he looks back, I will never forget, alas, this is the so-called fan mentality, it’s very tangled.”

"There will be opportunities in the future." The host comforted.

"Yeah, I believe that too." Huang Shaotian laughed.

"It turns out that behind our author, there is such a person who brought him so much inspiration. Readers and friends must not have expected it." The host turned and said, "Well, if you can say something to him now What would you say?"

Huang Shaotian: "..." This question is too old-fashioned!

He thought for a while, and chose the most old-fashioned answer: "I would probably say 'thank you'. Without you, my creative path would definitely be even more lonely."

Amid applause from the audience, he smiled.

Huang Shaotian was walking on the road when a drop of cold rain hit his neck.He looked up and saw that the sky that was clear just now was covered with overcast clouds, and the water droplets fell more and more quickly, and it was raining like weaving in a blink of an eye.

"It's really the face of a llama in June..." he muttered as he walked quickly to the next eaves.

It was the window of a bakery, and when he arrived, he realized that there was already a person standing under the eaves.The rain wet the bluestone slab next to it, and only a small area was still dry. The other party moved aside to make room for him.Huang Shaotian brushed his wet hair and walked over, thanking him.

The moment that person turned his head, Huang Shaotian was struck by lightning, his heart almost fell into his stomach.

"You, you, you are..." He stammered rarely, "You are Yu Wenzhou?"

The other party was startled and smiled: "I am."

"I...I've seen you on TV." Huang Shaotian held back for a long time, but still only popped out this sentence.

Wake up, he tried his best to calm himself down in his heart, don't say silly things.It's really strange, it's been 20 years since he heard Yu Wenzhou sing for the first time; but at the moment when they were standing side by side under the eaves, he was still very nervous, as if he was still the one who sent out the sample booklet, A young man anxiously guessing whether the other party will see it.

20 years have taken away a lot of things, but it seems that nothing has been taken away.Yu Wenzhou was standing in front of him, just like what he saw, heard, and thought about, just smiling quietly, and said in his gentle voice, "Thank you, what's your name?"

Huang Shaotian took a deep breath, and finally he was able to speak normally.

"My name is Huang Shaotian." He said, "Well, I have been..."

Yu Wenzhou slightly opened his eyes wide, and interrupted him almost in surprise: "I know you, I have read your books. I have read every one of your books."

Huang Shaotian: "..."

He was so shocked that he was completely stunned.

"I have always liked your books," Yu Wenzhou said. "I have a fan who seems to be your loyal reader. Every time you release a new book, you will send me a limited signed edition."

Huang Shaotian: "..." Wait, that's not my loyal readers, that's me!

"Maybe you don't believe me, but I often read your books when I'm exhausted. Over the years, you have given me a lot of inspiration." Yu Wenzhou continued, "I think that if I see you one day, I must say goodbye to you. You said thank you, I didn't expect this day to come so suddenly..."

Huang Shaotian was stunned for a long time, his mind was in chaos.

Maybe this sentence came more than ten years late, he thought, and maybe he was the one who didn't have the courage to walk through the heavy rain more than ten years ago.Here he is now, if he could go back to that day, if he had another chance...

The heavy rain outside the eaves was still pouring down, the sky and the earth were blurred in the mist, and everything seemed to disappear in the sound of rain.

"Me too, actually," he said, "I've always, always loved you and your songs."

THE END

……

"Have you finished?" Ye Xiu asked.

"It's finished." Huang Shaotian rolled up the manuscript paper, "Oh, I haven't written much since I graduated, what's wrong with you all insisting on writing by hand..."

"You've only graduated for two years, okay? This is returning to basics and returning to the original aspiration of a writer." Ye Xiu said, "Well, actually, I just want to let you, a person with typhoid syndrome, feel what it's like to write with sore hands. Experience."

Huang Shaotian: "..."

He, Ye Xiu, and several young novelists came to the ancient town for a tour this time, and they had a writer's camp along the way.Although it was with a serious purpose, as soon as they got out of the car, this group of people started to have fun. It was not until today that they sat honestly in the teahouse and held their first small event.

The activity is very simple, that is, to write short essays based on a topic. They started writing in the afternoon, and it was dusk now.The topic this time is "20 Years Between You and Him".

"Aren't you going to share your achievements with everyone?" Ye Xiu pointed to the manuscript paper.

"No," Huang Shaotian shook his head, "The writing is terrible, I'm sorry."

"I can tell you're not telling the truth." Ye Xiu said, "Another reason."

"It's so well written, it leaks the secret, I'm afraid you will feel ashamed and vomit blood after seeing it." Huang Shaotian said.

Ye Xiu: "..."

Huang Shaotian asked again: "That's not the topic this time, is it?"

"That's right, it was originally a material composition, and I wanted everyone to write in front of the flowers at the entrance of the teahouse." Ye Xiu said, "But didn't you suddenly feel unwell on the way here, and fell asleep for two days in a daze, when you wake up Afterwards, it was too hot, and the flowers almost died... By the way, how did you know that this topic wasn't originally?"

"Well," Huang Shaotian said mysteriously, "the secret must not be leaked. By the way, what time is it?"

Ye Xiu told him the time, and didn't forget to spray him: "You figured out the secret yourself?"

"I've done it a long time ago. I've calculated that something good will happen today." Huang Shaotian took out an umbrella from his bag, put it back after thinking about it, pushed aside the chair and went out.Ye Xiu shouted from behind, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go find someone before it's too late!" Huang Shaotian shouted back.

He walked out of the teahouse and walked along the alley. Not long after, there was a faint sound of thunder in the clouds, followed by heavy rain, covering the entire town.

Huang Shaotian hurriedly walked in the rain, and finally came to a familiar shop.He was soaked all over, standing under the eaves, looking at the smoky rain.

... Will he come?won't he come?

A drop of water slipped from the corner of the eaves and instantly melted into the rain.Huang Shaotian felt his heart beating faster and faster, never had he been so nervous as he is now——

He saw a figure coming through the heavy rain to the eaves.Facing Huang Shaotian who moved aside, this person politely thanked him.

Huang Shaotian cleared his throat.

"You're Yu Wenzhou, right?" He asked, "I've seen you on the show."

"I am." Yu Wenzhou replied gently, "Thank you, what's your name?"

"Huang Shaotian." He said.

"Is that Huang Shaotian who wrote "Rain"?" Yu Wenzhou was taken aback, "I like your book very much, I really didn't expect to see you here..."

"Me too." Huang Shaotian said.

He blinked, feeling his vision blurred by the rain and fog.But he still tried hard and sincerely finished the sentence:

"I have always loved you and your songs in the past, present and future..."

END