my zepple

When he first entered the school, Tong Yu was very silent.

Celio's personality is bluffing, he praises the beautiful food loudly, and asks questions when he has questions, and Song Rou and Fu Ruibai are basically answering at that time.

But after leaving the academy, Song Rou obviously felt that Tong Yu's mood was getting better.This reassures him a lot.

After leaving the main building, a few people walked towards the auditorium with souvenirs. Along the way, they could see many clubs performing in tents on campus.

They stood outside a shed watching the performance of the cross talk club.

Fu Ruibai reached out and patted Tong Yu from behind who was watching with relish, and asked him loudly if he wanted to go to the dessert shop on the square for a drink.

Tong Yu shook his head.

Fu Ruibai proposed again: "Then Cheng Yi and I take Celio there? I want to drink the red bean milk tea and poplar nectar there."

Tong Yu nodded, shook his head again, and said in disapproval: "You have a baby, you can't drink those."

Fu Ruibai and Wang Chengyi took Celio's hand and walked out of the crowd, "The store uses fresh milk instead of non-dairy creamer, so it's healthy."

Tong Yu turned around and wanted to speak, but saw Fu Ruibai waving at him impatiently. "Okay, see you later at the party rehearsal."

So Tong Yu and Song Rou stood outside the shed and watched several cross talk shows in succession. They didn't continue to walk towards the auditorium until the student actors hung up the signs for an intermission.

There is a large expanse of lawn right in front of the auditorium, and walking along the lawn is the Furong Lake, which is always level as a mirror.

There were not many people by the lake, and from a distance one could see a music stand under a willow tree by the lake, and someone was playing a violin with their backs to the auditorium.

The two of them were walking along the trail along the river bank, and it happened that the sun was shining in the afternoon, so they sat on a chair in the shade under a tree and listened to someone playing the piano.

The boy just finished playing a song that is both melodious and romantic.Scattered onlookers and walking students by the water applauded. The boy smiled and signaled, then set up the piano body again, and the melody changed.

A few chords came out, and Tong Yu's body froze.

Song Rou sat up straight in an instant.

That boy played his song, "Acacia".This is actually the first time Song Rou heard the violin version of "Acacia".

In the first half of 2020, the new crown pneumonia broke out around the world, and he also fell seriously ill while lying at home in City C.

He wrote the song while he was ill.

The boy is playing the piano, the sun is shining on the water, and the ripples are shaking like a milky way that is about to boil.This reminded Song Rou of the Xinghai and Sophora japonica flowers in C City in late spring.

"I can't see you anymore, and I haven't told you anything yet."

He sang softly along with the sound of the piano.

The silent locust tree in the MV, the shining sea of ​​stars in that person’s diary, the white fishing boat swaying back on the Minjiang River, the fireworks lit in the New Year, the eternal mountains and rivers...

Those are the scenes of life that he personally took with the camera frame by frame.

I can't see you anymore, but I obviously haven't told you anything yet.

In those brilliant, ordinary, and lonely days later, he really wanted to share so much with the person who was no longer around him.

He wanted that person to see, and besides that, he missed him too.

Song Rou's heart skipped a beat when she thought of this, she lowered her head and gently took Tong Yu's hand that was placed on her lap.

With a gentle tone, he said to Tong Yu, "I wrote this song to you in 2020."

Tong Yu's throat was slightly dry, and his palms began to sweat.

The last closing momentum, the song is over.The boy was about to put the violin back into the violin case, and several students passing by and watching also lifted their feet and left one after another.

Song Rou hooked Gou Tongyu's palm with her fingers, and bent her eyes exposed outside the mask, asking him to wait.

Then Tong Yu saw him take off his hat and stand up, walked up to the boy drinking water and said something, the boy handed him the piano readily.

The thick curly hair was loosely tied behind her head with a rubber band. Song Rou set up the piano, held the bow and began to play the piano.

When he vibrated the strings, he looked at the piano with half-lidded eyelids, and raised his eyes to look at Tong Yu again.

They all remembered that moonlit night in the art building.In front of the old upright Yingchang piano, they talked about love from a piece of music.Then fate was like a grand siphon, and he and he really went upstream, struggling and falling in love together.

Tong Yu remembered that Song Rou touched his knee with her knee and told him that love is not painful but romantic.

As a result, it happened to be the beginning of a painful love affair.

Song Rou thought of many nights in the art building, the fat man hid outside the door and listened to him playing the piano. At that time, he played the torrent, the black key, the moonlight three and the dawn every day... After playing the etude, he played the simple Romance played to the people outside the door.

Love had grown up long before he knew it, and then turned into a lush and tough net, breaking through the ground from his living heart, and then climbing and wrapping along the skin texture.

His soul has long been completely swallowed up.

After Romance Dear finished playing, Song Rou returned the piano to the boy.

The boy seemed to be distracted just now, his reaction was a beat slower, and he took the piano with both hands.Then he pinched the neck of the violin and said to Song Rou: "You play the violin pretty well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Rou said slowly, "Are you from the orchestra department?"

The boy put the piano into the piano case, "Yes, it's for playing the violin."

He picked up the piano case with a tangled face, hesitated for a moment, and asked the guess in his heart: "Are you Song Rou?"

Song Rou raised her eyebrows and asked him, "So obvious?"

The boy snapped his fingers crisply, and said triumphantly, "I guess you're coming back to attend the school celebration today."

Song Rou nodded and agreed: "Then you guessed right."He patted the boy on the shoulder, "Don't hang me on the wall, give me a chance."

Song Rou turned back to the chair, put on the hat, and stretched out her hand towards Tong Yu.Tong Yu glanced at him, put his hands straight into his pockets, and stood up from the chair quickly.

Song Rou put her hands into her trouser pockets with her eyes bent, and lazily walked along the river side by side with him.

The boy who played the violin just now went back along the trail with his piano case in his hand. When he walked out of the trail, he said again: "Can I ask you a question?"

"can."

"Why are your songs always three minutes and 36 seconds?" The boy paused, then frowned and asked, "Are you superstitious?"

Song Rou felt a little funny, "You all think so?"

"John Williams' Romance on Classical Guitar is three minutes and thirty-six seconds."

He glanced at Tong Yu next to him, his brows and eyes softened again, "I used to play the piano version of Romance at about three minutes and 36 seconds. Someone recorded him and listened to it while sleeping. It was timed for 180 minutes, and it was just enough to listen to fifty minutes." all over."

"Later, when I was writing songs, I thought, if each song is made into three minutes and 36 seconds, so that he can listen to each song completely when he sleeps."

The school celebration party was on the playground in the East District, and the rehearsal was going on at the moment. Song Rou and Tong Yu came to the East District from the auditorium, and they clearly felt that the flow of people began to gather here.

"Didn't you really listen to my new song?"

Tong Yu walked away with his head in his hands, and Song Rou followed unhurriedly.

When walking to the intersection, an electric little sheep tied with colorful balloons and packages suddenly rushed over. Seeing that the long package stretched out from the rear of the car was about to be hung on Tong Yu, Song Rou stepped forward and grabbed Tong Yu's wrist to pull the sheep. back around.

Tong Yu has lost a lot of weight in the past few years, the wrist that Song Rou is holding is so thin that it gives him a headache.

Tong Yu lowered his hand and turned his wrist a few times trying to break free, Song Rou directly grabbed his hand down his arm, and squeezed his fingers into Tong Yu's to intertwine with his five fingers.

"Take a hold," Song Rou said with a smile.

He tightly wrapped around Tong Yu's hand to prevent him from running away, and after a while he loosened the hold on Tong Yu's hand, and Tong Yu let him lead him away.

The two walked hand in hand on the green avenue surrounding the playground in the eastern district. The Chinese pagoda tree, which had been flourishing on both sides of the avenue a few years ago, has now grown taller, casting a shade in the scorching afternoon sun of Beijing.

Tong Yu remembered that when he was studying, the catering industry outside the East Gate was the most prosperous.From the end of class in the college to the east gate of the school for dinner, he always passes through this green avenue. He and Song Rou have walked side by side countless times.

The national pagoda tree is not like the acacia, which blooms in April and May in late spring, while the national pagoda tree blooms only in midsummer, and its fragrance is far less intense than that of the acacia flower.

When returning to school in August, the pagoda trees were in full bloom in the entire Eastern District, and Tong Yu would walk with Song Rou under the shadow of the spikes of white flowers and the whirling trees with more sour and lingering thoughts, but never left. as close as it is now.

Song Rou seemed to have heard what he was thinking, and gently squeezed the hand in his hand.He looked up at the lush pagoda tree, and said to Tong Yu, "We will come back in August."

The sunlight shines down through several layers of thin green leaves, which are filtered bright and soft.The brilliance sprinkled on them again, like a layer of blurred and yellowed time.

The lyrics are based on "Sakura Stream",

The MV is inspired by "Manatsu no Tongriyu".

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