I Miss You

01

In the spring rain in Baizhou, after nearly half a month of continuous rain, the sky finally cleared.

On Saturday morning, Qingcheng got off the bus with a bunch of reeds. It was her first time here, so she was very strange.

Following the road, I only feel that the huge sidewalk trees on both sides are covered with greenery, and the leaves of each tree seem to be full of rain, and the green is dripping.

Qingcheng hugged the reed and walked very carefully. This reed was found by her grandmother in the early winter of last year. The flowers are dense, like a beard, and they are inserted in an ancient pottery vase. Elegant and wild. Just as Teacher Guqin moved, grandma ordered her to bring it.

Teacher Mingming said that Taoyuan Community is nearby, but she seems to have been walking for a long time and still couldn't find it.

"Taoyuan Community, where is Taoyuan Community..." At a traffic light intersection, she thought anxiously.

At this time, a voice came from her side.

"Go back fifty meters, the road on the right is not far from Taoyuan Community."

Qingcheng only thought the sound was so nice. She turned her head and glanced, and saw a tall and thin boy riding on the car with a tall nose, bright eyes and straight eyebrows. He seemed to be wearing a dance suit. A type of black clothes and black pants, there seems to be a word behind the clothes.

Qingcheng wanted to say "thank you", but it happened that a gust of wind blew a lot of Dihua. Some tidbits just ran into her mouth, causing her to choke three or four times and blush. When I looked at the man again, the other party had already rode away. Qingcheng squinted and found that the back of his clothes turned out to be a big "drama".

02

At dusk, the thick shade on both sides of the Qingshan Road blocked the setting sun, and the afterglow smudged through the gaps between the branches on the grass on both sides of the road, and a few irises were bright purple.

Super pushed the car and came out of the theater gate. The rear tire is broken and needs to be repaired.

He bowed his head and walked behind the two girls.

"Since we went to different middle schools, we haven't met each other."

"is not it."

"Mu Mu, I almost forgot to ask, why are you here?"

"My Guqin teacher just moved to this neighborhood."

Mumu?

This name reminded Super faintly of something, and he looked up.

The girl named "Mu Mu" is taller than the **** the side, wearing a goose-yellow spring shirt, white sneakers stepping on the afterglow...

"I remember that when I was in elementary school, you had your performance in the art performances on June 1st and New Year's Day every year. I especially liked listening to you playing "Flowing Water", and the strings were very chic. That's it..." Tall tall and thin The thin girl spoke and demonstrated with her hands.

"Haha, Zhang Qian, don't make trouble, this is called Gunfu."

"Oh, I can't remember what you told me. What kind of violin, the very old one, are you still practicing? And calligraphy?"

"All still practicing."

"You're so amazing, I feel so tired just dancing. Are you planning to practice 18 martial arts?"

"When I meet my first love in the future, I can show off. If he wants to dance the sword, I can give him the soundtrack; if he wants to chant poems, I can help him write it out on the spot." Her voice is a little sweet, but not too tired , Delicately and softly, "Well, my family has worked hard to let me be more artistically edified and become an elegant woman, but I only think about the wind and the snow. It is really not doing business and I am too ashamed."

The girl named Zhang Qian was amused by her laughing.

Although Super knew she was joking, she still couldn't help thinking: the imagination of girls is so rich.

He passed them in due course and turned to the right not far away.

Before he took a few steps, he vaguely heard Zhang Qian say: "Mu Mu, he is from the theater school. He was just behind us. Does he look good?"

"I didn't notice."

"Then look at it, ah, he's looking back!"

"..."

At that moment, the eyes met.

Soon, Super turned around again and continued on.

03

Qingcheng walked out of Taoyuan District with a Qin that was half of her height. It started to rain before long. She goes to class every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and today is here to tune the strings, with an umbrella in her bag, but now she doesn't have it in her hand.

Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, so she decided to run to the station quickly. But after two steps, I was panting with exhaustion. As soon as he looked up, he saw the boy again—he was still dressed in black and black trousers, and this time he held a **** umbrella.

This was the third time she saw him: the first time, he helped her to show her the way; the second time, Qianqian did not let her see the handsome guy, but she ran into his eyes.

Right now, he was walking in her direction, his sight seemed to fall on her.

A drop of rain fell on her eyelashes and spread out again, and her eyes suddenly became hazy. She reached out and rubbed her eyes, and when she opened them again, he was already standing in front of her. An umbrella covered a quiet little world for her.

"Your name is Mumu?"

Qing Cheng felt that he stared at her for a long time and didn't know what was thinking, so she nodded in a daze.

The next second, he took the piano in her arms, held it with one hand, and held the umbrella for her.

"Go to the station?"

"Ok."

"How many cars?"

"Route 214."

The two walked side by side all the way, Qing Orange glanced from the corner of his eyes to the chest of his clothes embroidered with two words: Su Po. This should be his name, she thought.

Qingcheng had good luck, and as soon as he arrived at the station, the car came.

He helped her carry the piano into the car. Waiting for the car to start, Qingcheng realized afterwards that she had forgotten to thank him. It occurred to him that there was an uncle behind her carrying two sacks of things, and he also helped to carry it into the car.

It was foggy and rainy outside the car window, and the man was still standing at the station, as if waiting for another car, Qing Orange couldn't help but think: He really...respects the old and loves the young.

"Super." She whispered the name that she remembered at a glance.

04

When Super woke up in the morning, the rain had stopped, and the sky was a round red sun.

At five o'clock, he went to a nearby park to practice his voice as usual.

When I came back and passed the vegetable market, I saw the fresh fish on the fish stall, so I took a tail and went to the vegetable stall to buy some vegetables.

When he got home, he raised the fish first, and then went to make breakfast.

The congee is made in a rice cooker after getting up early, and it has been cooked at the moment. The side dishes are homemade pickled cucumbers and purchased shrimp skins, and then fried two eggs.

He washed his hands and walked through the living room to the door of his mother's room.

Before knocking on the door, his hand paused, recalling last night--

As soon as he returned home, he saw his mother sitting on the sofa in a daze, staring at the ground, motionless.

He called "Mom", but only heard her say something nerdy: "I seem to see your dad today."

His brows frowned tightly.

When he was seven years old, his father ran away from home without leaving anything, and never came back.

He followed his mother and looked forward to it until he entered the theater school. He finally gave up completely and calmly divided himself into the ranks of children from single-parent families without fathers.

"Mom, you are too tired from work, go take a hot bath and rest early."

"No! Son, I really saw him."

He and his mother looked at each other for a while and did not speak any more. After a long time, she suddenly shed tears like a deflated ball.

Super shook his head slightly, tried to shake off the depressing memory, and knocked on the door.

"Mom, get up."

Hearing movement inside, he went to the kitchen to fry eggs.

During breakfast, my mother said nothing. Before leaving for work, she looked back at him apologetically and said: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Super nodded and watched her go downstairs.

Back in the room, he opened the window, and then sat down at the desk by the window. That small area was shining brightly by the sun, and the one hundred pieces under the glass platen was particularly dazzling.

He turned his head and looked at the small clock at the table. The place marked with the week changed to the red "six". Recalling that when he saw her last Saturday, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning.

At this moment, just after eight o'clock, he decisively lifted the glass plate, took the money out from underneath, looked around again, and picked up the "Book of Songs" by the bed. The borrowing period of this book has come, and it happens to be returned to the school library.

He took the bus card and went out, because his bicycle was stolen the day after it was repaired, so these days he traveled by bus.

After getting off the bus, he was alone on the bus platform. Super intends to simply wait here. According to his idea, since she is learning the piano nearby, it will definitely arrive at a fixed time, and he can probably wait for her as desired.

When people were bored, he opened the book casually. The page with the money was naturally turned over. He glanced briefly and found that it happened to be the song "Jia Jia".

The cymbal is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Seeing this, he suddenly thought that when he saw her that day, wasn't the reed in her hand the cymbal?

Just thinking about it, a 214 road arrived at the station. Several people got off the car one after another, she was the last one.

As soon as she got off the car, she began to flip through her bag, seeming to be looking for something, but as a result, her hand slipped, and the contents of the bag fell out a lot.

He walked over to help her pick it up.

"Yes, it's you?" She was visibly taken aback, looking at him with some surprise.

Super could be sure that she didn't remember him, but it didn't matter. After picking up the thing, he conveniently put the one hundred yuan in her stationery and handed it over.

"Back to you."

She was slightly taken aback when she took it: "Thank you."

As Super was about to leave, she stopped him again: "Wait!"

"This is for you." She took out a beautifully wrapped small carton from her bag.

Super was a little surprised: "What?" He looked at the words on it, it seemed to be Japanese, and he didn't know a word.

"A kind of small snack my dad brought back from a business trip. It was beautiful and delicious. I just brought it and I will give you a taste." Then, she said three reasons for thanks, "Just thank you for giving it." I gave directions, held an umbrella for me, and helped me pick up things."

With that, she held up the small paper box and handed it to him. At this time, the grass was whirling, the birds were chirping, and the sun was trying hard to penetrate the clouds and through the leaves, and specks of gold fell on her hands.

Looking at her clear and bright eyes and delicate white fingers, the corners of Super's mouth lifted up extremely slightly, and he reached out to accept the gift.

05

On Tuesday evening, Qingcheng got off his piano class and walked straight to the opera school. Her Guqin teacher unconsciously mentioned it several times, saying that in the opera school there was a piece of begonia planted along the lake. When the flower bloomed, it was pink. When the wind blew, it would fall all over the lake.

She always wanted to go in and take a look. Best, I can meet him again.

Along the hollow wall of the opera school, a large piece of Chi Luo emerged from the wall. Through the huge hollow gap of the wall, Qing Orange looked inside as he walked, and found that there was a large shimmering lake not far away. There are lush plants by the lake, and a few students are walking around.

When he arrived at the school gate, Qingcheng smiled sweetly at the uncle in the communication room: "Hello, uncle."

The uncle looked very kind, he took off his reading glasses and looked over: "Little girl, what's the matter with you?"

Thinking of Teacher Guqin's mention that outsiders are generally not allowed in theater schools, she had the idea and said, "My mother asked me to find my brother and give him something."

"Oh, then who is your brother?"

"...It's Super." In this school, she only knew him.

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Qingcheng again, and nodded: "Well, your family is born beautiful."

"Thank you, Uncle!" Qingcheng's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey.

The uncle listened, feeling very pressing, so he enthusiastically started to turn the phone: "Wait, I will call their head teacher to see if the person is still there."

"Class teacher?" Qing Orange was dumbfounded, feeling that her own clever lies seemed to be revealed soon. Just when she didn't know what to do, a familiar voice sounded--

"Find me?"

Qing Orange, who was lying on the window sill, was trying to stop the uncle from dialing the phone and turned around and saw Super.

He wore an off-white jersey today. Compared with the black exercise suit before, he was a little more gentle and friendly.

The uncle asked cheerfully, "Super, do you have a younger sister?"

"Brother!" She didn't know how much he had heard just now, so in order to avoid getting rid of the gang, she had to shout first.

Then she saw that the person she called her brother seemed to smile, and her face was all red.

Qingcheng followed him to the lake. She kept raising her head in embarrassment along the way, thinking in her heart that other people are really nice, not only helping her to lie, but also taking her over after knowing she wants to see the lake.

When I arrived at the lake, I saw the begonias on both sides of the lake blooming densely, one after another like pink clouds. Occasionally a breeze blew by, and the fallen Begonia petals began to swim on the lake. The two of them walked along the lake, and the hearts of the green orange waved with the floating petals.

"What are you studying?"

"Kun Opera."

"Study drama is hard, right?"

"It's fine."

Qing Orange is upset, what is it bad to say, what are you doing hard? It should be easier to talk about. She had been thinking about "a lighter topic", but she blurted out: "Your voice is so nice." After saying this, the flush that had just faded on her face poured up again.

"Thank you." Super glanced at her and felt that she was fused with the surrounding Haitang.

The two of them walked to the station together, and when they passed a small shop selling glutinous rice cakes, Super stopped to buy two copies and handed one of them to her.

Green Orange was a little surprised.

"I heard your stomach scream."

"..."

After getting in the car, Qingcheng felt that it might as well not come to see Tweed today...

No, I should come.

The glutinous rice cake in her hand was fragrant. She picked up the toothpick above and carefully pierced one into her mouth. It was soft and fragrant.

As the car went all the way, the sunset glow had receded, and Zaoyue faintly appeared on the horizon, like a faint hickey.

This night, Qingcheng had a dream.

There are delicious glutinous rice cakes, crabapples, and him in the dream.