"Oh my god, have you seen those streets? There are hundreds of them, how do you pick one, how can you possibly do it! A woman, a house, a piece of land, a piece of land to see
A landscape, a way to die, where the weight of the whole world is on you and you have no idea where the end is! How heavy it is to live in that world!”
Just like what the fat trumpeter told the shopkeeper in the music store when he was selling trumpets.
Jiang Yang told Li Qingning the story of why 1900 did not go ashore when the ship was finally blown up at the Mid-Levels Villa.
He remembered this line very clearly.
This is also the reason why his chat software was called 1900 before he met Li Qingning.
He only learned how to live in school, but he was about to enter the adult world unexpectedly.
certainly--
Another reason is that the world has become unfamiliar since 1900.
The strange changes have been accumulating until now, leaving Jiang Yang at a loss, so Jiang Yang naturally felt that he was 1900. With his old ticket, he could not board the new ship in this world until he met his big devil.
, let him get on the boat.
"Why?"
Jiang Yang raised his head and looked at Li Qingning: "What's wrong with you?"
Li Qingning's eyes were a little red.
While they were talking about this, they were sitting on the leisure sofa on the balcony of the villa on the mountainside. Because they were on the mountainside, they could see the blue sea without any obstruction, and they could see the speedboats on the sea making a bright white mark.
, you can also see the shadow of the ship connecting the sea and the sky.
It's like 1900 was on that ship.
"fine."
Li Qingning waved her hand, let Jiang Yang lie on her lap, touched his head gently, lowered her head and kissed his cheek gently.
"husband."
"Um?"
"I love you."
Jiang Yang laughed.
They fell silent, and after a while, Li Qingning hummed a melody.
Jiang Yang listened very well, "What kind of song is this?"
"1900?"
As soon as Li Qingning got inspiration, he suddenly came up with a melody, and he didn't think of the rest.
"correct."
Jiang Yang suddenly remembered, "You haven't mentioned the black cat yet."
He saw that there was also a black cat artwork hanging on the wall of this mountainside villa.
Li Qingning raised his eyebrows, "Before, I read a sentence in a book that said if you are often denied and ignored, try to raise a child in your heart and accompany him to do all the things he wanted to do but did not dare to do before.
Give him a positive response and encourage him to do it boldly——"
She had a cat.
That cat likes to stand on a high place, look at the ocean, and imagine all the fish flying——
Li Qingning felt happy when he thought of this scene.
"that's all?"
Jiang Yang was greatly disappointed. He had told a lot of stories, which was a bit unfair.
Then again——
This should be the highest level of cloud-raising cats.
"Where's the cat now?"
Jiang Yang asked, "Have you eaten the whale in the sky?"
Li Qingning pinched Jiang Yang's nose and said, "He has turned into a dog now."
She stood up and asked Jiang Yang what he wanted to drink.
"Cola!"
Li Qingning brought him a can.
These were all added by the living assistant this morning, and my parents-in-law often come over too, so the room is quite clean.
This is the house Li Qingning bought here.
Li Qingning got himself a glass of water, sat by the piano, and wrote down the melody that he had just inspired. Jiang Yang went to the swimming pool to drink it. After a while, Li Qingning saw the consumption reminder on his mobile phone. Jiang Hanhan bought a model ship.
.
Then, he came in and asked Li Qingning: "Why don't we raise fish?"
Li Qingning curled his lips, "Do you think the fish can live and grow up?"
Jiang Yang nodded, "It makes sense."
Not a single living fish could survive in his home.
After Li Qingning wrote down the melody just now, she played the piano again, "Playing Love". It was one of the three songs she gave to her mother, and it was also the one she heard when she was listening to Jiang Yang's story just now.
It turns out that this song comes from this story.
This piece is great as pure music when you are working, writing or just want to enjoy some quiet time.
Listening to the music, Jiang Yang seemed to see a girl facing the window in the bright sunshine, slowly lifting up her beautiful hair. It was so clear that it stirred the 1900 heartstrings that were playing the piano, and then flowed on the piano like catkins blown by the wind.
Gentle and somewhat melancholy.
There are movie scenes in my memory.
There was no notebook in the villa here, so Jiang Yang used manuscript paper to write down the scenes he remembered.
Just a little hungry.
It would be great if the Big Devil's piano could be played and turned at the same time for barbecue.
If music had a flavor, it would be cumin.
this day.
Jiang Yang and Li Qingning stayed here.
Li Qingning plays the piano.
Jiang Yang couldn't remember a lot of music in the movie, or didn't think he could remember it at all, but Li Qingning could hear it. She could play it after listening to it once, and record it by the way. Jiang Yang listened, and occasionally it evoked memories.
corresponding screen.
He just wrote down the script.
The two of them complement each other perfectly.
They didn't go back at night, so they stayed here.
The next day.
While Jiang Yang was still writing, he suddenly received a video chat from Uncle Wang.
Jiang Yang opened it: "Old Wang, why do you think of your brother?"
"Fuck you, uncle."
Uncle Wang first greeted Jiang Yang, and then asked Jiang Yang to see where he was.
Jiang Yang looked up.
Uncle Wang took pictures on his cell phone and turned around. Jiang Yang saw them in a mountain forest, "Uncle, did your son take you on a trip?"
"no."
Uncle Wang paused for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it. He said: "The day before yesterday, we received a letter from Mr. Wang's student, saying that he was not in good health. Wang Zheng and I wanted to come and see him."
Perhaps because he was used to seeing life and death and had known that this was a part of life, Uncle Wang's tone was not too serious.
They traveled for more than a day.
Yesterday morning I took a flight, then took a car to the county seat, then took a car to the town, found the postman again, and then set off to the mountains.
"Come, say hello to Uncle Feng."
Uncle Wang gave the lens to the postman.
The postman had delivered many souvenirs to Jiang Yang. He popped his head into the camera, his face full of grooves left by the years, but his smile was beautiful and his teeth were very white. He waved to Jiang Yang: "Hello, Xiao Jiang.
"
"Hello, Uncle Feng."
Jiang Yang replied.
In the process of correspondence, they gradually got to know each other, but they had never met in person, even though there was contact information on the express delivery.
Uncle Feng called another young man over, "This is my son, Xiaojue."
The young man named Xiaojue waved, "Brother Jiang."
Uncle Wang: "He is younger than you, just call him Xiao Jiang."
Jiang Yang also knew him.
The postman once said in the letter that he was a college student, taking the civil service exam at home or working for a public institution.
Uncle Wang also introduced them to a dog.
The postman kept this dog as his companion on the mountain road.
They exchanged some more pleasantries, and Uncle Wang waved his hand, "Okay, no more chatting, the signal will be bad later."
Seeing that they had brought a lot of things, Jiang Yang asked them: "There is a book "Country Teacher", have you brought it?"
Uncle Wang reassured Jiang Yang that they would take him.
Not only did he bring it with him, he and Wang Zheng had already seen it while on the plane.
Jiang Yang: "This author must be great, he writes so well!"
"So shameless!"
Uncle Wang died immediately.
"whispering sound."
Jiang Yang lowered his lips, saying that it was rumored that Da Liu was still playing a trumpet, so he was inheriting the mantle.
While he was playing the trumpet, he also went to play "Country Teacher".