Ye dreamed of Song again. The boy in a white shirt and blue trousers leaned his head on her forehead, and his voice was as old as ever, which somehow warmed her limbs. She reached out to catch him, but missed one hand and came out of her dream. The shadows of trees loomed out of the window. Where is Song?

She spread out her hands and buried her face. She doesn't know if she is too strong, so she is so obsessed with Song.

First of all, this encounter was like a domino hitting her.

It was early May, when Ye was rummaging through the poems in that second-hand bookstore, he received a phone call from Lin, and an anxious voice came over: "If you don't come, I will break up with you."

At that time, she happened to see the translation of When You Are Old, and read the sentence: How love died, how to climb mountains and hide your face among the stars. I felt inexplicable pain in my heart. Before I could speak, the phone hung up and there was only a busy signal. She just remembered that today is Lin's birthday, and all her friends have made an appointment to have a party in KTV. Only when she completely forgets, will she come out from school to buy books at night. In this way, she can find this old collection of poems by Ye Zhi as she wishes.

It was raining outside when she walked out of the bookstore. She walked along the front porch of the roadside shop. At the intersection, she saw a taxi parked on the side of the road and someone was getting off.

She ran happily, because she was in such a hurry that she accidentally caught her wool skirt on a bicycle parked on the side of the road. When she tried hard, the car fell like a domino. She stopped and looked embarrassed at the big bicycles that were blown down by herself, and one by one ran to pick them up. I don't know how stupid I am. People who come and go under umbrellas hide their faces and smile.

Halfway through, someone came over and looked down at her feet in converse canvas shoes. She quickly raised the star-eyed young man, squatted down and grabbed the handrail of a car, and said reproachfully, "You are always so confused, always waiting for others to help clean up the mess."

She looked at the boy in front of her in confusion. Her hair is very short, and the skin texture on her face is clean because she likes it. I don't know where I have seen such a beautiful boy.

In those years when she grew up silently, there were only a handful of friends around her. She must have never dealt with such a good boy, but he talks as if they were old friends.

She stood there watching him help the car one after another, and thousands of pictures flashed through her mind, but she still couldn't remember where she had seen him. He finally stopped and looked at her standing in the rain in a daze. He stepped forward and took her hand: "Don't go, do you want to get sick?"

Chun-hee recovered. Oh, let him take two glasses of water to the roadside stop sign. Just as a bus passed by, the splashing water fell on her head. The rain was cold and dripping down her long hair. He held out his hand and brushed it away for her. His fingers touched her forehead and his eyes lit up, calling a name she had never heard before: "Enron."

She felt numb and her heart could jump out of her throat at any time. She looked at him with a red face and asked, "Are you mistaken for someone else?"

He closed his eyes and shook his hair hard, blushing: "I'm sorry." She didn't smell the shallow alcohol on him until she spoke again. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and turned away as if nothing had happened. The rest of her stood alone in the plum rain, watching his back rush to the night.

She doesn't know if such a boy is a prodigal son. Did you approach her with all kinds of strange excuses like those boys at school? Even if there are so many similar faces in the world, how can you mistake one person for another to such a strange degree?

But she knew in her heart that even if he did it on purpose, she would not be angry. And somewhere in my heart, like being fertilized and sown, something has grown, which quickly caught her off guard.

The second time, he finally turned around and her heart suddenly stopped.

Standing at the entrance of KTV, Lin saw her get off the taxi and immediately went over to hold her hand: "Xichun, I'd like you to meet someone who is the man of the hour in our school."

Followed Lin into the box and sat down on the sofa. There is a boy singing with his head down. The light was so dim that he couldn't see his face clearly. He sang an old cranberry song and died in the sun. Chunxi was singing to the depths of love when she entered.

A group of people gathered around him and booed: "Song, you have a natural voice. It would be a pity not to go to the draft. " This is Chunxi's favorite song. She tried to listen to the songs floating from the noisy voice, but the faint voice was soon drowned out by a group of girls who were heckling.

Lin also ran to shush her, shaking her hand and calling to her, "Xichun, come here and I'll introduce you to our senior."

The man who had been singing softly with his head down finally turned over, and Ye's heart stopped. That's the boy who helps her ride a bike. Sweaters and shallow traces of rain. He also saw Chunxi and nodded with a smile.

"Pure joy, this is the song of our school. The student chairman of Anping High School, if you come to Anping in September and move out his name, no one will dare to bully you. " Lin didn't see the difference between the two, holding hands enthusiastically. Pointing to her embarrassed face, she said, "This is a friend I met when I was a volunteer in the Red Cross. Is it very similar to someone? "

Cherish the spring didn't listen to Lin Qing xi. He looked awkwardly into Song's eyes, only seeing his eyelashes moving and seeing the depths of his eyes: "Don't believe it, Lin, she has always been like this, full of nonsense." His voice is soft and his expression is calm. It's like the beginning of the road mistook her for someone else, and the expression on her face was so quiet that it was different from any boy she met.

They didn't speak. All night, Xichun quietly curled up in the corner of the sofa to listen to him sing. He sang old songs from beginning to end.

At the end of twelve o'clock, I don't know who ordered Pu Shu's flowers, so I took off my sweater and stood in the middle of the room, shaking my clothes. All the boys and girls around him rushed to sing together: Are they all old? Where are they?

She was holding a beer glass and shaking her legs to the rhythm of the music. Song helped grandma to go to her. She stopped humming and looked at him stupefied. He shook her hand naturally, took her to the center of the room and pointed the microphone at her lips. She was ashamed and anxious, and her voice got stuck in her throat.

I don't know who it was in the crowd, but I saved her from the embarrassment of aphasia and said, "We people will never be scattered around the world again, okay?" Then everyone gathered around Lin, opened the cake box, lit candles and sang happy birthday songs.

Lin He's eyes filled with tears, and the atmosphere reached a climax. Suddenly the door was forced open. It was a group of drunken guests, holding beer bottles and cursing, thinking that they were too loud and disturbed their business negotiations.

Lin, who has always had a bad temper, waved a cake and threw it at a person who spoke poor Mandarin. The milkshake burst with a bang, splashing Chunxi all over. She didn't know what to do, watching the crowd tear into a ball, and then in chaos, her hand was caught in her palm, and she ran as fast as she could.

It was Song who pulled her away, and someone called the police, followed by a shrill alarm. Running too fast, the shoulder strap on her back was broken when she stopped at the intersection. Everything in it rolled off the road, including the book of poems she bought in a second-hand bookstore.

He saw the poems rolling down from her bag, and the smile floating on his face gradually froze. She didn't pay attention and bent down to pick it up, but he grabbed the book before her and opened the title page of the book in a hurry. She followed his finger and saw a sentence written on the blank title page that she hadn't noticed before: she left home alone and died of grief. The signature below is three words, Song.

He didn't speak for a long time, looked up at her, smiled faintly, put the book in her hand and called her, "Xichun." She answered softly, her heart was already overwhelming, and every voice was telling her that she was destined to meet him today. This book of poems with his name is the best proof.

That night, after she went back, she couldn't bear to rummage through the poems, gently pressed them under the pillow and posted the name of Song.

Third, like this, he obviously likes the appearance of a person.

In September of that year, she became Song's junior. At the entrance ceremony, she saw Song speaking on stage as an outstanding student representative.

On the stage, he is still as clean and transparent as he saw in May, with a white shirt and blue pants. One day in September, the students sitting under the stage were sweating, and the freshmen were restless. Only Chunxi was silent, and his faint voice floated by, and every note was her spell.

Then a month passed quickly, and a girl, like her, who was neither too smart nor too ostentatious, gradually quieted down in Anping High School.

Song's graduating class is in another teaching building of the school. Since the opening ceremony, I have often wandered around the campus, hoping to see Song. I didn't expect to see Song Hui again.

On that day, she escaped from the math self-study she hated and wandered around the school. Passing the shade not far away, she suddenly heard a song, which was a familiar voice. She remembered the voice, it was Song Chi Yuan.

She stepped on the trees on the edge of the old fence and climbed into the old teaching building separated from the school wall. Several bamboo shelves were built outside the empty big house for renovation. She turned and went in, found the classroom where the songs were floating, and climbed up the window sill. Song Chiyuan is holding a guitar in it.

They shook their heads and sang songs. She stood on the windowsill, waving excitedly and shouting Song. Her feet were unstable and she rolled off the windowsill.

She sat on the ground, closed her eyes and wept, but she heard Song's voice: "Ye, why are you always so confused?"

She opened her eyes, and Song's face magnified before her eyes, and he had squatted down. Obviously blaming her, she actually smiled at her mouth: "I'm fine. Look at me, I can fight with camels again. " Bravely stood up from the ground, without saying a word, tears of pain streamed down and looked at him piteously.

He sighed and squatted down in front of her. She stood behind him, staring blankly at his snow-white long-sleeved T-shirt. Snow White shook her eyes. She was too weak to move.

He lost patience, took her hand and pointed to his back: "I'll carry you to the doctor." She lay behind him, heard his long heartbeat and smelled his fresh soap. I wonder if it's too hot. Sweat rolled down from my forehead and my ears were as hot as hot water bottles.

When he came out of the infirmary, he twisted the plastic bag and pointed to the red pill to let her take two tablets at a time to relieve inflammation and pain. Rub white ointment once a day to reduce swelling. Finally, he asked her with a puzzled face, "Are you sure you have remembered the doctor's words? It's better to put your feet in the water less?"

Where is she sure? Looking at him like that, she was in a trance. He rebuked softly, and then panicked. Finally, he asked her to take medicine, which would confuse her mind.

That night, Lin climbed from the dormitory to the bedside: "Xichun, what happened to you and Song?" He asked me to take care of you. "

She refused to answer, grabbed the quilt and buried her face in it. In the evening, after seeing Dr. Song, they carried her to the dormitory downstairs. During the evening self-study, there was silence all around, and she tiptoed slowly back upstairs. Standing at the window, I saw him walking towards the rehearsal room at the other end of the playground. I watched him run back and stand under her building. Chunxi rushed downstairs and stood in front of him and asked, "Song Chiyuan, do you like me a little?"

He nodded in a trance, and she rested her head on his shoulder. This moment was never violent in his mind.

When she is not in class, she listens to his band and helps him collect all the cranberry movies. Sometimes the boys in their band will go to the small restaurant outside the school to eat hot pot with musical instruments until everyone's stomach bulges. On a hysterical day, Chunxi didn't expect to appear in her quiet years.

Fourth, I don't mind that I have always been just that woman's body, body double.

Winter soon arrived in Changsha angrily, and coats were hung in various windows. It's New Year's Day in a blink of an eye. When Song's band appeared at the party, it was quiet all around.

Song Chiyuan sang "The Dead Sun" on the stage. Surrounded by her sister, the audience bowed their heads and applauded excitedly. Pointing at Song Chiyuan, I have heard this song. When Song entered school, he cooperated seamlessly with Sue at a New Year's Day party. From then on, he only sang this song with Sue at any party. Unfortunately, Sue finally gave up on him and went back to the school in the south alone.

Where's Sue? Enron? Cherish the spring clapping hand stopped, he suddenly thought of, he brushed the hair on her face in rainy days, that's the name. Then the image that came to my eyes was when Lin pointed at her in KTV and introduced it to Song: "Is it like someone?"

It turns out that this is why Song treats her well. It turns out that this collection of poems by Ye Zhi was actually given to others by him. That person is Su Anran, because Su Anran left him to check in, and then she got the second stall, which is not what she called destiny takes a hand. She squatted down and took a deep breath, but before he finished singing the whole song, she quit in panic.

Lin found a man in a hot pot restaurant outside the school, with tears on his face and pure joy of drinking.

When she saw Lin, she buried her face in Lin's long hair and whispered in a low voice that only Lin could hear: "I don't mind, I have always been that woman's body body double."

Lin reached out and patted her on the back. That night, she was so drunk that she didn't hear Lin's guilty apology. I have never seen Song running around the campus looking for her to celebrate.

When she got up the next day, she regained her energy. She helped Song collect cranberry leaves. He asked her why she left for no reason and didn't attend the celebration dinner. She just shook her head and didn't answer. He can do nothing about her. She flicked her forehead with her hand, and she looked a little uneasy. Is his coquetry eyes because she is Ye or she likes Su Anran?

Just when she was about to drive herself crazy, Song suddenly asked her to discuss something. Their band used weekends to sing in bars, which paid a lot of money.

That winter, Song Chi Yuan became a resident singer, and she still studied quietly at school. I haven't seen Song at school for a long time. They have moved to other places to practice their songs. After all, students sing in bars and can't be too ostentatious at school. The bar provided them with a basement to practice singing.

Bar street is far from the school. After the monthly exam, she went to see him at the weekend. It snows in Changsha. She called him on the bus, and the performance hasn't started yet. He met her on the platform, her hands were cold and hidden in her sleeves. He took his hand out of his pocket and held her cold hand tightly.

She let him wrap his hand and walk to the door of the bar. She saw a girl squatting at the door, wearing the same black sweater as her. He quickly took his hand away from her and took a big step: "Is it really you, Enron?"

Ye Xichun saw the girl look up and smile, and her long hair slipped from her forehead. A delicate face, not very similar to her, just slightly similar, with a feminine smile on her mouth: "Yes, Chi Yuan, I'm back. They said you sang in this bar. Can I join you? "

He didn't answer, and turned to Chunxi. She pushed open the door and went in by herself. That night, Chunxi heard that Song Chiyuan, a skilled dying sun, had moved to the South Pole.

That night, he only sang two songs and then hurried out. Three people are sitting in a hot pot restaurant. Chunxi ordered wine for herself and sat quietly in the corner. The whole night is Su Anran's memory festival. Ye Chunxi heard the love affair between Su Anran and Song in her narrative. One is the Minister of Recreation and Culture of the Student Union, and the other is the President of the Student Union. They sang the same song, liked the same poet and held hands on the school playground.

At the end of the meal, Ye Chun threw chopsticks on the table and laughed and sneered: "Since it was a golden wedding, how could he leave without saying a word that day? Now I want it back, so I'll make a comeback. Did you ask him if there was anyone else around? "

Sue was dumbfounded, touched her hand, as if she knew her very well, and laughed loudly: "Song, your school sister has drunk too much, and you are already talking about wine."

Song came forward to embrace hysterical pure joy and patted her on the back like a child. As soon as she smelled him, her stomach felt sick and she kept rolling, but she wanted to vomit but couldn't. So he lowered his head, put his arm around Song's waist willfully, and buried his head in his arms: "Song, tell Su that I am Ye, I am Ye. I have my own appearance, not her body body double. "

Song just brushed her hair away with her fingertips and didn't speak. She looked up, bit her lip, looked at Song without saying a word, and pushed it away with a hard hand.

When pushing him, he was angry and anxious, and his legs were unstable. The whole person fell forward and fell to the ground. Song screamed and ran to her side. He panicked and held her hand: "Xichun, how are you? Does it hurt? "

She didn't answer him, just looked at him and smiled strangely. Does it hurt? He actually asked her if it hurt? Do you have to let him know your heart and whether she hurts?

Su Anlong has never seen such Chi Yuan songs. He looks anxious and flustered, and his eyes are worried. Sue reached out and stopped a taxi, leaned against the door and looked up at the watch on her wrist. "Chi Yuan, why don't we send Chunxi home first and then find a place to meet old friends?"

Song didn't recognize the pun in Su's voice. He pulled Chunxi to the car. Chunxi broke free from his hand and looked at him with bright eyes: "Song, from today on, I am Ye." Then he turned around and stubbornly walked into the snow. In the snow, there was no shadow of her soon, only footprints, which expanded in Song's heart.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Song Chiyuan, I hope you can have a happy ending.

When I went back that day, Xichun was seriously ill and the whole person had a fever, so I called in sick and stayed at home for half a month. I'm getting better, but I'm still hiding at home and afraid to go to class. Afraid of seeing Song, tell her: I'm sorry, I've got back together with Enron.

When Lin found it, he was watching a Korean drama with potato chips. Lin did not elaborate on the whole story, but said that Song was recommended by the school to go to the Conservatory of Music. I had to go to Beijing for further study six months in advance, but the bar owner refused to cancel the contract and asked Song Chi to pay a high compensation fee. Su Anlong privately solved the whole thing for Song, while Song went crazy with a guitar to kill people.

Lin squatted in front of him, who refused to make any noise while holding potato chips, and crunchy potato chips clicked in his mouth. Lin finally went over and pulled her sleeve: "You must stop Song, or he will be ruined."

Looking at Lin word for word, he said, "I'm not from Song. How can I stop, stand in front of him, give this unscrupulous boss a fatal blow, or kneel in front of Song and persuade him to come back with me? Lin, you know, from beginning to end, I'm just body double of Sue. Now that the Lord has come back, I will retire. "

"Pure joy, as we all know, get along in the end, you won't like Sue Enron. You are your own leaf, not Sue's body. "Lin let go of her sleeve, grabbed her hair and squatted in front of her:" I'm sorry, Xichun. I was selfish that day. I just couldn't see Song's lofty appearance, so I brought you to him. "

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She met Lin in the Red Cross, and they were as good as sisters. How could she possibly understand Lin's calculation?

Lin's hands are all white. He has stood up and is still tugging at his hair: "Ye, don't look at me like that." How can I not like Song Like Chi Yuan, a boy who grew up with his childhood friends? However, he only has eyes for Sue. Even if Sue didn't want him later, when he was drunk, he told me decisively that I was just his best sister. Chunxi, I met you in the Red Cross. You look like Su Like An Ran, so I want him to know you. At first, I just wanted to remind him of Su Anran and let him try to love again. I didn't know you would really end up together. "

Chun-hee reacted and gave it a good hand. She thought that Lin's violent temper would reach out to stop her, but she gladly closed her hand, and five fingerprints were clearly distinguishable: "But you and I both know that you are not really An Ran except for the initial resemblance. Song has been with you for half a year. Maybe he didn't think of you as Su Anran in the end, but he didn't know it himself. "

She was awakened by Lin's words and ran downstairs without changing her slippers. When she arrived at the bar, Sue was tugging at Song's arm at the door: "Song, I said I would, and I don't need you to be responsible. What do you want revenge for? "

Song held his fist and slammed it on the glass door, and the whole glass was broken. The wound on his hand is scarlet: "I would rather not be admitted to that stupid music school than humiliate myself like this." Look at you now, where is old Sue? "

Enron hugged Song with both hands, and he was already crying: "Song, I know I hate you so much, and the way I help you is very humble. But you know, I helped you for nothing, I just want to come back to you. "

Ye is the coolest person in the whole scene. She leaned against the wall not far from them and listened to the conversation between them. Looking at Song Chong into the bar, he couldn't hold Song Su, so he turned his head and rushed to the road.

Sue's face was as white as a sheet, her wound was shocking, and she was bleeding eagerly. Song didn't expect Sue to be so stubborn and in a hurry to get on the road. The whole process is like a silent movie.

Song Chiyuan squatted down and hugged Anlong 'er. His mouth twitched unconsciously, and tears ran down his cheeks: "Anlong, no matter what you become, I never hated you."

Cherish the spring smile turned around, his face burning with pain, was washed with water. She reached out and touched it, but she shed tears unconsciously. She bit her hand hard with her mouth until her teeth trembled. She reminded herself, "Ye Xichun, if no one loves you, you should love yourself more."

Song came over and saw Sue Enron. As soon as she opened her mouth, her tears fell straight down, and her white clothes were stained with blood.

She looked at Song in a trance and relented. After walking into the hospital behind him, Su Anlong's parents finally arrived, and Song and He walked out of the hospital. In the corridor, Song naturally took her hand and struggled with her slightly.

Two people stood side by side under the bus stop sign, and the bus stopped slowly in front of her. With trembling fingers, she took change out of her pocket and got on the bus silently. Song took his hand at the moment the car door opened and held Chun-hee in his arms.

"Everyone can only live in one person's heart. If there are more people living, it will be crowded." She broke free from his arms, and he finally understood her determination and leaned his head on her forehead. Finally, only his whispering voice said, "I'm sorry."

She stared at his dark eyes: "Song Chiyuan, I hope you can have a good ending and stay with the girl you really like until death do us part."

Then he jumped on the bus in front, leaned his head against the window and tugged at Song's mouth. It was not until Song gradually became a fuzzy black spot on the window that she fell off her seat, huddled in a cramped space and burst into tears.

Song Chiyuan, I love you to this extent, but I can still lie in front of you with a straight face. I never want you to be with her until the end of my life. I even wish that car would be faster.

But no matter how vicious I am, no matter how ugly I scold behind my back, no matter how persistent I am, I can't beat you for not loving me. You don't love me enough to break me down. So, Song, how strong I am to tell you with a smile, I hope you can have a good ending.

Six, live together, sad to death.

A person's disappearance can be the same as meeting, just like the speed of dominoes falling, so fast that Song had no time to think, and Ye quickly disappeared into his world.

Song, without leaves and no waves on the surface, still sang and formed a band on campus. The dispute with the bar owner was settled, and the opportunity to learn was missed. Su Ping's discharge from the hospital has become the envy of everyone. The two still sing the song dyinginthesun in various activities. In the eyes of their younger siblings, they are still legends.

It's just that he often almost mispronounced Enron's name, and the word cherish spring can't help oozing from his throat. Often when two people eat, they order a spicy table. Enron is a southerner and never eats spicy food. Only Ye Chun likes food without spicy food. Song always remembers it in a cold sweat until the end.

During the break of singing practice, he always unconsciously dialed Chunxi's old number, and a voice reminded him to stop. He dialed again and again, hoping for a miracle.

When it rains, he always goes to the bookstore to sell old books. On that day, among the old books on consignment, he saw the Poems of Ye Zhi that Ye had consigned to him. He opened the inside page of the book, and it was the same sentence: living alone and leaving home, sad to death.

He read this sentence and got angina pectoris without any symptoms. It seems that she has made up her mind to leave his world, so she also pinned her thoughts on him. Just like the original intention of his consignment that day, he never thought that it was bought by a girl who looked like Enron on the first day of consignment.

He thought it was a coincidence. Losing Sue Enron was like body double to him. So he took all her love for him as charcoal fire to keep warm. In the end, she never came back, and he didn't see through his heart. He no longer regards her as the body double of Sue Enron.

It's just that time has passed, and when he finally knows who he likes, the whole world is not what it was when he first met her. Even the bicycle parking place not far from the old bookstore has now become a flower bed.

He touched the sentence in the poetry collection with his hand and left home with all his heart, worried to death. If your heart is punched, tears will gently seep out.

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