"Didn't do anything?"
Lin Yue pushed the iron pot at his feet inside, sat down next to the carriage panel, took out a harmonica from his pocket, put it in his mouth and started playing.
"..."
Fang Linkai became more fascinated and confused as he listened.
Not only him, but Han Dazhi, Fu Zhuoran, and Wu Tong, who had no dealings with Lin Yue, also looked at him blankly.
He was promoted from the band, and he has considerable attainments in the repertoire that the art troupe is good at. Being able to play the harmonica is nothing. The key is that he is not playing the repertoire that he has heard before. They all have a say in this matter. After all, we are in the same compound as the band members, and we can hear clearly whatever music they rehearse every day.
Fang Linkai said: "Lin Yue, what kind of music are you playing? It's quite nice."
Lin Yue took out the harmonica, looked at him and said, "When your hair brushes my steel gun."
"When your hair brushes my steel gun..."
Fang Linkai repeated it twice in a low voice and found that there was no information about the song in his mind: "Is this a new song?"
"Yes, new song."
Lin Yue confirmed his guess, paused for a moment, and then came up with an explanation that surprised everyone in the carriage.
"I write."
Fang Linkai sat up straight and looked at him with bright eyes: "Did I hear you right? Did you write this song?"
Lin Yue said seriously: "Yes, I am currently writing the lyrics."
"Are you...are you kidding me?"
Everyone in the cooking class knew what level of education he had. He joined the army before graduating from high school. He was a good player at playing the erhu, but writing songs and composing his own music was... so awesome.
Lin Yue seemed to see through his heart and said with a smile: "Haven't you heard a sentence?"
"What words?"
"I've read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and I can compose poems even if I don't know how to compose them. After all, I've been in the band for so long, so I can't make any progress at all."
Yes, that's the truth, but...but if the music is so easy to write, wouldn't everyone in the band become a composer?
Fang Linkai always felt that this matter was awkward.
Not only is it awkward, if he stretches out the timeline and adds Lin Yue's dazzling qualities such as being able to play one against three, being proficient in everything in the kitchen, and being a good player at basketball, it would simply refresh his outlook on life.
How can one person change so much?
Unless he's not human.
Han Dazhi thought so, Wu Tong thought so too, and Wang Lingzhi sat there without saying a word.
Next, Lin Yue played another song. This time it was not a new song, but an old song - the world famous song "Katyusha".
…
(Maybe book friends don’t feel it, but since I opened the copy of Fanghua, chapters have been blocked every day. I only found the editor in time before they were released. The editor said that the subject matter was too sensitive. I have been very careful since then, but still It’s useless. I will still be locked up in a small dark room. There is no way. I have skipped the life in the art troupe in the 1970s and 1980s. I will start writing from the disbandment of the art troupe in 1981. Those who retired from movie roles, those who changed careers, etc. It should be okay. I will complete the plot during this period by using the psychological activities and memories of the characters. Although I cannot describe it in detail, I will let everyone see a complete story line.)
Ten years later.
In 1981, the spring breeze of reform blew across the earth, and everything in the north and south of the country was renewed. Old farmers carrying vegetable baskets flocked to the city. Barber shops, food stalls, clothing stalls... Starting from the service industry, shops spread out along the streets one after another, with all the signs. Drifting in the wind.
Changes not only occurred in the field of people's livelihood, there were also major adjustments in the army. Some art troupes were disbanded and reorganized, including the army where Hao Shuwen, Xiao Suizi, Liu Feng, Lin Yue and others had served.
It's still the same city, still the same courtyard, but the difference is that the art troupe's sign has been taken off, and the various slogans on the wall have been replaced by Coca-Cola posters. The people inside also changed jobs and retired from the army. Standing at the door and looking inside, the solemnity of the past was completely gone. It became a bit lonely, lonely and desolate, with the sounds of military music, dance, and the sounds of female soldiers. It seems that the singing can only be found through memories.
Lin Yue picked up the travel bag on his hand, pushed open the door and walked into the yard. There were overgrown weeds in the corner, and there was a stale smell in the air of people leaving the house. When he walked to the training room, he only met a man in his fifties or sixties. The gatekeeper, perhaps seeing that he was wearing a military uniform without a cap badge or collar badge, knew that he was a retired soldier and not a bad person, so he didn't say anything and let him wander between the buildings.
There is no one in the kitchen, but the boiler is still smoking, which means there are still people staying.
Also, no matter how bad the situation is, this yard can be rented out to businessmen as warehouses or factories to make some extra money.
He walked around the neighborhood again, walked into the dormitory area opposite, and went up the stairs to the second floor. The handrail at the corner was painted with new paint. It was maroon and felt a bit astringent and not smooth. If you look closely, you will find that The shape of one section is different from the surrounding handrails.
He put his hand on it and patted it, showing a nostalgic expression.
When Little Ballet was fighting with He Xiaoping, in order to frighten the booing people, he punched a hole in the cement pillar and broke the handrail, which frightened Little Ballet into taking a detour when she saw him. Later, Liu Feng worked hard for three days. God, he used his ancestral carpentry skills to smooth the cement pillars and repair the handrails.
Just around the corner was the dormitory of Hao Shuwen, Lin Dingding and others. When he walked to the window and saw the figure sitting with his back to the door, he couldn't help but stop.
There is only one bed in the room with bedding, and there is only one cup left on the place where the toothbrush is placed. Just like in the movie Liu Feng came back here after retiring, most people have returned home, and only a few people such as Xiao Suizi are stranded. here.
He bent his fingers and tapped twice.
Dangdangdang~
The woman sitting in front of the desk turned her head and was stunned when she saw the face on the other side of the window clearly. It wasn't until he walked to the door that she slowly got up from the chair.
Lin Yue saw that she was in a daze and took two steps forward: "Why is this expression on her face? Don't you recognize me?"
Pa~
The pen held in Xiao Suizi's hand fell to the ground.
Lin Yue turned his head and took a look. The notebook was densely filled with words. There was a piece of paper not far to the right, with the words "Admission Notice" vaguely visible.
"I'm writing articles again. In the past, my submissions were always rejected by the editorial department. How have you been in the past two years? I don't know if you have made any progress. Do you want me to help you check it?"
Xiao Suizi stood there motionless, her expression extremely complicated, as if mixed with nostalgia, anger, joy, sadness, alienation, confusion, expectation... In short, there were many unpleasant emotions stuck in her throat, which she couldn't express. , I want to swallow it but can’t swallow it.
"What kind of expression is this? Don't you want to say something when you see me coming back? Or... you don't want to see me, then I'll leave? Leave immediately?" Lin Yue looked at her with a smile and raised his finger. Point to the direction of the gate.
Xiao Suizi's thoughts were brought back by this sentence. She trembled when she heard the word "leave". Her anger suddenly rose, and her eyes almost burst into flames. She took a step forward and pushed hard with both hands: "You go, You go, you go."
The more she spoke, the more excited she got, and the louder she spoke. The anger in her eyes was real, and so was the strength in her hands. Lin Yue was pushed back by her.
If someone were standing downstairs and heard the sound above, they would probably think they were quarreling.
One step after another, Lin Yue was almost pushed to the door by her.
When Xiao Suizi stretched out her hand again, this time she didn't push anyone. Lin Yue grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward while she was stunned, holding the person tightly in his arms.
She burst into tears.
She struggled to push him away, but with the strength of a woman, how could she be his opponent.
"Let me go, let me go..."
Lin Yue didn't say a word, just patted her back gently.
He knew very well that this was not the coquettishness, annoyance, or posturing when a young couple had a conflict. Xiao Suizi was really chasing him away. Her thoughts about him... were far more complicated than anyone imagined.
