Qin Li slept until the next morning, and the alarm clock set on his mobile phone successfully woke him up with the song "Uneasy". He opened his eyes and looked at the screen, staring at the time. He felt a burst of pain in his eyes. Thinking of the unreasonable uneasiness yesterday, he decided to get up.
On June 30, 2010, at 5:40 in the morning, Qin Li got up.
This way it looks a bit like a diary. Qin Li put on a plaid shirt and jeans, and stood in front of the mirror in a fresh look. His short hair was still sticking up, which made him look a little bit toothy. His three-dimensional facial features and smoky crystal eyes gave him a foreign mixed-race look. Feel.
Putting on his old pair of Nike running shoes and standing on tiptoes, the boy felt quite comfortable. He picked up a little change and opened the door to the apartment.
At 6:30, when my neighbor Aunt Jian went out to buy breakfast, she heard a sound in the next aisle.
"Good morning, Auntie." Qin Li greeted her with a smile. He had a delicate face and a clear breeze and bright moon all over his body. The old and young in this building all liked a good boy like him.
"Hey, Xiaoli, you're back! Oh, the turtles who studied abroad are so good-tempered! That kid in my family is talking about you!" Aunt Jian was smiling and looking at Qin Li eagerly. "By the way, are you receiving a scholarship? Is there any news from your family?"
"Hey, don't you know what my family is like? My father is still in Russia. I don't know if he has remarried. My sister makes money to support me as much as possible. My mother..." Qin Li naturally recited the clichés he had used over the years. , and stopped at the right time.
Aunt Lao Jian patted him distressedly, "It's okay kid, we all watched you grow up and know your mother, so we will help you." Aunt Lao Jian looked at him with a smile.
Qin Li responded with a bright smile again, bought breakfast, ate fried dough sticks, and walked through the convenience store. He sat down near the book stall that Lu Mingfei loved to visit in the past, and watched the people coming and going. From time to time, neighbors and neighbors he knew would say hello to him, and some with children would laugh and make fun with this "big brother Qin Li" whom he hadn't seen in almost a year.
Some knew his "family situation" and some didn't, but they all treated it as acquaintances and stopped to chat.
The busy morning passed by little by little. Various vehicles came and went in the community. The first group went to work. The proprietress of the breakfast shop was wiping the table with a relatively clean cloth. Many public school students put on their school uniforms. , some ride bikes, some walk, and some take the bus together.
He sat on a stone bench by the green area and used his mobile phone to fill in the college's check-in, paying attention to the goings-on around him. It was now six-fifty. Every time he returned to this small place, he always remembered the time in a special way. clear.
These are the days when the first generation Zhong Qinli lived here alone for more than ten years. Although he has always been lazy, it seems that this unchanging life has not bored him yet, although a large part of his reasons for doing so are still utilitarian - to create a decent Ordinary people.
His story may become a conversation at the dinner table, but the neighbors' concern for him is sincere. No matter how mean a person is, he will not have an innocent dislike for him. Qin Li is bored when he looks at the daily life of each family. Can't get up.
In fact...many years ago, there was a guy who was living this kind of life with him.
Qin Li walked through the streets that were getting brighter and brighter, and was already close to Shilan Middle School. The bell for morning reading had just rang.
A long time ago, when he was Alexey and Masha was still around, Qin Li picked up the violin and stood in front of the tall and thin teacher. He was still a little child.
"You still need to practice more, it doesn't matter." The teacher took his hand, and there was a unique coldness in the snowy weather. Qin Li let him hold his hand and listened to him speak Russian that was not very standard.
Another hand that was warmer and more delicate took him and touched his head. It was almost dusk by this time, and the sunlight shining in the living room had changed.
"Practice here, and you are not allowed to go home until the teacher is satisfied." Although his hands were warm and he was wrapped in a shawl, his words still sounded decisive.
The boy reluctantly dragged his steps to find a sunny place and set up the piano. The fingerboard clamps on the piano had marks in some places, but the sound he produced was still not satisfactory.
He faced the scenery outside the window and did not look to see if the teacher behind him was coming. However, he heard the sound of the door opening and thought that the person had left.
Qin Li looked at the snow scene without stopping. He liked this scene very much, it was quiet and white. He also liked the light of the sunset, which was gentle and tranquil. These were more like perfect music than the sound of a piano. Thinking of this, he stopped playing the etude and played a piece he liked very much. No one was listening, and no one would notice that he secretly changed the tune.
After finishing the song, he felt a little tired, so he took his hands off. Hearing the sound of a samovar burning behind him, he turned around and saw the teacher stroking his beard and smiling and nodding to him. The teacher's wife was sitting there. The girl on the sofa poured tea, Lyudmila and Andrei swayed their little feet on the small chairs and looked at him with interest.
The teacher spoke to Qin Li in Russian and French. Qin Li listened in a daze and saw the girl wearing elegant gray clothes on the sofa smiling, drinking tea and looking at him, "So you like this kind of music... ...So you pull it really well!"
The teacher was very satisfied, and the girl handed a piece of snack to Lyudmila. Qin Li really didn't expect that she would still be waiting for him here.
"Sati's "Song of the Wanderer" is not sad, obscure or free and easy in your heart, but peaceful and calm. Is it because you are used to wandering? Or do you really like this pure snow scene in Siberia?" The girl looked at Looking at the snow dyed golden by the sun, on a rare sunny day, I squinted my eyes and smiled, "The pure and beautiful wandering, in your heart, is romantic, gorgeous, and corresponds to the music inside... I also like it very much. Do you have any other favorite songs? ?”
That day, he played a lot of pieces intermittently and clumsily that he had only heard but never read the scores. The teacher, his family, and the girls sat quietly and listened to his piano without commenting, just smiling.
They were about to meet again, but Qin Li proposed to go back to China. He was a little reluctant to part with those friendly neighbors, and also wanted to sort out the past events and people.
If he leaves one day, will anyone miss him?
He turned to the Youth Palace. It was Wednesday, everyone was still in class, and there was no one outside. Qin Li was wandering around thinking about things when he suddenly heard the harsh sound of a ball hitting the ground and the friction of sneakers.
On the empty basketball court, a big boy wearing a jersey played basketball alone, turned around, and dunked. The ball and the person landed at the same time, and the ball frame made a metallic vibration sound. Everything sounded lonely.
Qin Li stretched out his hand and clapped his hands. The basketball player turned around and saw him, and then walked over with the ball in his arms. "Brother, why are you playing here today?" Qin Li looked at Chu Zi who was sweating profusely but still had an expression on his face. Hang, asked.
"Come to see the teacher and play ball by the way." Chu Zihang nodded, indicating that he still remembered Qin Li. Qin Li smiled, took the ball, and said, "A game?"
Chu Zihang is worthy of being a "lone wolf". His life is much more monotonous than his own, but he is also so persistent. Qin Li feels that hybrids, no, humans, are really very interesting. After all, they are all great. Raised naturally. Is there anything else that I can't be calm about? When we say goodbye, we say goodbye. Wait until we meet again. I am really getting old. I am more and more afraid of separation and reunion after a long separation.
From this point of view, he admired Chu Zihang's independence and tenacity!
Dribbling, bypassing, defending... Under the scorching sun, the shadow of the ball flickered, becoming faster than when playing alone...
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In the principal's office of Shilan Middle School, the principal looked nervous and looked at a man and a woman sitting opposite wearing sunglasses. Their dark green clothes looked expensive. They had no business cards. They only showed their IDs and asked what bureau they were from. Request an investigation into the study abroad rate of Shilan Middle School. The principal then asked the Academic Affairs Office to bring a list of names. This was not the time to wait. Instead of drinking tea and chatting, we could only stare.
The list was finally delivered, and the two of them immediately started flipping through it. Just as the principal was about to take a breath, the man who suddenly raised his head glanced at him, and his breath was half-stopped, "Is this Qin Li also from Kassel College?"
"Qin Li's student status is not here. He is from No. 1 Middle School, but he seems to have been admitted to the University of Chicago. He didn't say anything about Cassel..."
Before they finished speaking, the two of them threw down the documents, opened the door and left. The principal swallowed the half breath he had left.
