nostalgic

Chapter 1 Chapter 1

Wearing a thin coat and going downstairs, I realized that it was raining again in the morning. The road surface was soaked by the rain, and the color became much darker. Some people stood on the steps to hide from the rain. The gloomy sky made people forget the time they were in.

Suddenly I wanted to relive the feeling of being obsessed with running every morning, so I ran and ran along the road in front of me, passing many pedestrians and scenery along the way.

When I went back, the rain was still ticking. After standing under the eaves of the street for a minute, I covered my backpack with my head, bought food, and went home.

After listening to many pieces of music without sleep all night, some things were sorted out, and my heart was emptied along with it.

Tang Yun likes this state, but at first she felt a little uncomfortable. This place has been occupied by one person for too long, and once it is empty, she will suddenly feel a little overwhelmed.

The rain had stopped when we entered the door, and the sky was still cloudy. The weather in Lucheng has always been known for its changeability. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, but the rainy season is very long. After entering June, it rains intermittently, and the weather is sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny.

The light in the room was very dark, Tang Yun put her backpack on the ground, walked over to open the window and turned on the light, and tidied up the messy desk while listening to music.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked on the door in a hurry.

"Miss Tang, your courier." The courier's voice came through the door.

Tang Yun walked to the door and pushed open the anti-theft door, picking up the package left on the ground by the courier.

The utility knife cut the tape, Tang Yun opened the cardboard box and dumped the CD inside on the bed.

"Who is sending these all the time?" Tang Yun looked at the CDs sent across the ocean on the bed and murmured.

After drinking a large glass of milk, Tang Yun took a comfortable bath and dried her hair. While drawing in the mirror, she inadvertently saw the day on the calendar on the wall circled by a black pen, and her mood suddenly became heavy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Yun changed into a black suit and drove to Qiantang Hospital to pick up her father Tang Wen.

"I heard that Jane Lai is back." Tang Wen looked out the car window as if talking to himself.

In front of the cemetery, Tang Yun saw that thin figure from a distance, and the closer she walked, the clearer her brows became.

"Uncle Tang." The man bowed politely to Tang Wen as he passed by, his eyes flicked across Tang Yun's face.

"Don't you feel guilty?" Tang Yun stopped, turned around and watched the man walking away step by step on the stone steps, his back gradually melting into the autumn rain.

That night, Tang Yun accompanied Tang Wen to have a drink as usual. When she went downstairs, Tang Yun saw that the lights on the upper and lower floors of Jian's house, which had been silent for many years, were on. That would happen when that person spent the night alone, in the bedroom and living room. The lights in the , hallway, and kitchen were all on, as if they were afraid of something.

"Doctor Tang is here?" The restaurant owner greeted Tang Wen familiarly.

Tang Wen pushed the gold-rimmed mirror frame and exchanged greetings with the restaurant owner, and then the waiter brought some side dishes and a bottle of white wine. Tang Yun got up and poured a glass for her father. The wine glass pursed his lips and took a sip, squinting his eyes to savor it carefully.

"Yunyun, why don't you fall in love yet? Don't you plan to go crazy when you are young?" Tang Wen has to be very careful every time he mentions this topic.

"Are you in love? I can't seem to do it. Men seem to be transparent in front of me. I can see materialistic lust, vanity and impetuosity at a glance. Over time, I don't even have the interest to talk, let alone being together." Tang Yun looked down. The wine in the glass laughed.

"Yunyun..." Tang Wen hesitated to speak, and Tang Yun frowned slightly as if smelling the signs of the world.

"If you have anything you want to say, just say it, except asking me to fall in love or exchanging me to someone's relatives, friends and juniors like a commodity." Tang Yun paused, and cautiously added the long afterword Half a sentence.

"Yunyun... promise Dad to try to forgive Jane Lai, okay?" Tang Wen seemed to have made up his mind and hesitated to speak.

"How can that kind of person forgive?" Tang Yun suddenly felt cold and hugged her arms tightly.

"Drink." Tang Wen sighed softly when he heard the expected answer, raised his glass and looked at the street lights outside the window.

Two weeks ago, the mottled walls of this restaurant were marked with the words “demolition”, which means that it will be razed to the ground soon, and then tall scaffolding was erected, and the construction noise continued day and night.

"Reluctant to be here?" Tang Yun understood the emotions hidden in her father's calm eyes behind the frame.

"That's not true. Everything gathers and disperses sometimes, just let it go." Tang Wen said it deliberately and freely.

Seeing this, Tang Yun stopped answering, and silently rolled up her sleeves and filled another glass for Tang Wen.

After Tang Wen left that day, Tang Yun walked slowly along the dim street lights in the rustling autumn evening wind, and the cool and tiny raindrops hit her cheek casually. There was a dry creaking sound from time to time, Tang Yun reached out and took out a lighter from her coat pocket, lit a cigarette, wrapped her coat and leaned against the billboard on the platform and listened for a long time, until a pair of father and son carrying a piano case cheered. Walk out of the piano shop side by side.

Tang Yun also has a violin, which was the first work that Jane Lai formed when she was young. Now it lies quietly under the double bed, and the violin case is covered with dust.

Thinking of the violin, Tang Yun always sees the image of Jane Lai working quietly in front of the workbench when she first met many years ago. That image is deeply engraved in Tang Yun's mind, accompanied by the old times from time to time. Bit by bit jump out of memory.

That year, Tang Wen moved his family from Qingchuan to Lucheng because of a medical accident. His old friend Jian Huailin, who had lived in Lucheng for many years, heard the news and rushed back after the business that he had just talked about halfway. Knocking on the door of Tang Wen's dormitory, Jian Huailin was stunned. It turned out that Tang Wen's father and daughter could only temporarily live in a dormitory of more than ten square meters due to the shortage of housing in the hospital.

"Brother Wen! You are too patient! What is this? This is how the dignified Lucheng Hospital treats talents!" Jian Huailin was indignant.

"Hospitals also have difficulties in hospitals. Besides, this is only temporary and will have to be resolved sooner or later." Tang Wen patiently comforted the middle-aged man in front of him from the north who was still full of vigor.

That day when Jian Huailin came back from Tang's house, he sent someone to clean up all the second floors of Jian's small building overnight, and drove to the hospital early the next morning to pick up Tang Wen and his daughter. Tang Wen couldn't resist Jian Huailin's procrastination, and felt sorry for his daughter who was in high school to suffer with him. After thinking for a long time, he decided to follow Jian Huailin.

Under the frequent urging of Jian Huailin, Tang Wen took her daughter and several large boxes of hastily packed luggage and moved to the house of Jane's house. When she took the first step into the door of Jane's house, Tang Yun was deeply impressed by the residence of Jane's house. Why is it like a house where ordinary people live? In the living room on the first floor, there are no daily furnishings such as sofas, coffee tables, and TVs. There is only a long table made of an old tree full of annual rings that runs wildly across the living room. There are various tools hanging on the surface, the ground is full of sawdust, the air has a faint smell of wood, and a half-made violin lies quietly among the scattered and curled sawdust on the table.

In an inconspicuous corner of the room, Tang Yun saw a 14-year-old junior high school student with sawdust hanging in his hair and black-rimmed glasses engrossed in cutting the piano board. His hands were slender and white, but his fingertips were rough. Like a street vendor.

"What dexterous hands." Tang Wen stared at the round and smooth curve of the edge of the piano board and sighed.

Hearing the sound, the man raised his head as if waking up from a dream, and put down the semicircular shovel in his hand.

"Say hello." Jian Huailin knocked on the table in front of her.

"My name is Jane Lai, and I'm a luthier." So far, Tang Yun has met this strange person who will never be forgotten and cannot escape. At that moment, it seems that another new life and the gate of hell are opened at the same time.