As the middle-aged man narrated, a story slowly unfolded.
Like a painting, it was laid out in front of everyone.
It was a mountain village with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but it was a little poor.
Thirty years ago, although a road leading directly to the village was built, the word 'poor' determined that this mountain village was destined to be rarely visited.
Usually, it was the villagers 'activities, such as plowing the fields, cutting firewood, picking herbs…There were very
few outsiders who came all year round.
The children in the village rarely went out either. They were curious and expectant of the outside world.
Until one day.
A man carrying a strange instrument walked into the village.
This was a young man.
Her skin was very fair.
He was very handsome.
Most importantly, he had a special aura about him.
Elegant!
Unrestrained!
Like a bird flying in the sky, nothing in the world could restrain him!
In addition to his identity as an outsider.
All of these attracted the attention of the children in the village.
In their eyes, this young man was handsome, mysterious, and had an irresistible charm.
They only found out later.
This little brother whom he had never met before was the youngest son of the village chief.
Many years ago, he had snuck out of the village to make a living outside.
This time, he came back because the old village chief had tricked him back in the name of being seriously ill.
The purpose was to force him to get married, have children, and carry on the family line.
Children didn't understand adult matters and didn't care much about them.
They only knew that ever since the young man returned to the village, they could hear sweet songs on the mountain peak every day.
It was different from the loud folk songs. This was a kind of soft and soothing music.
Sometimes, it made people feel at ease, as if they were bathing in the spring breeze. Sometimes, it made her heart ache and she felt like crying.
Among them, there was a boy named Yang Erzhu. Every day, he would be the first to run to the top of the mountain and the last to come down.
Whenever the young man sang, he would smile foolishly. His tanned face was filled with enjoyment, as if he was intoxicated.
The village could always see the boy following behind the young man.
It was like a tail, following him wherever he went.
However, the good times did not last long.
A month later.
The old village chief had a big fight with the young man.
He scolded him for not doing his job properly!
He scolded him for not doing any proper work and for being a folk singer.
Running to the streets was a disgrace, and it was dangerous to be exposed to the wind and rain.
It's hard to eat every day!
The young man retorted, saying that the old village chief was pedantic and stubborn.
He didn't know what ideals were!
She did not understand him at all.
Life was precious, but love was even more valuable.
If it is for the sake of freedom, both can be abandoned.
Although the ballad was bitter, his heart was at ease and his spirit was very happy.
Although the life arranged by the old village chief was secure, it was followed by the rules. His heart was bound, and his spirit was shackled.
Without his dreams, he was no different from a living dead.
People lived their lives for peace of mind.
In
the end, the two parted on bad terms.
The little boy, Yang Erzhu, witnessed everything. For a moment, he was a little confused and didn't know what to do.
Later.
The young man left.
All alone.
Lonely and helpless.
No one in the village sent him off.
The old village chief did not allow his family to go out, and the children who liked him were also restrained by their parents.
They all felt that he was not doing his job properly!
For the sake of his bullsh * t ideals, he had his eyes set high above his head and became an unemployed hoodlum.
He was worse than the loafers who wandered around the village and stole chickens and dogs.
At least, the latter was the best.
Before he left, only Yang Erzhu sneaked out from home to send him off at the village entrance.
Before he left.
he asked the young man.
"Why are you leaving?"
He did not understand.
Don't you have family in the village?
You can sing in the village too!
"You're still young. You don't understand!"
The young man patted Yang Erzhu's head and looked at the morning sun that slowly jumped out of the mountain stream. He seemed to be explaining, but also seemed to be talking to himself and comforting himself.
"In this world, there are many things that have to be done.”
"People have to make choices in their lives.”
"Not everything will go your way. On the contrary, sometimes, the more you want to do something, the worse things will become.”
"Compared to the Eternal World, we are as insignificant as a drop of water in the vast ocean. But the more we are so, the more we must persist in something.”
"Try your best to leave some traces of your existence in the world.”
"Perhaps, during this process, there will be too many people who will not understand you! They might even despise and despise you, but so what? Even if the world suspected you and the entire world stood on the opposite side of you, as long as you thought it was right, you could do it.”
"It's best if you achieve success and fame. It's better to be defeated than to do nothing!”
"All we can do is walk our own path and let others nag!”
…
Later.
Yang Erzhu couldn't remember what the young man said.
He only remembered that in the end, the young man left.
He left behind his favorite guitar.
He turned around and left with a carefree attitude.
They headed in the opposite direction of the village.
The morning sun pulled his body long. At the entrance of the village, a boy holding a guitar watched the young man leave.
She cried her eyes out.
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…
Chen Changfeng sighed.
He had a good impression of the young man Yang Erzhu (middle-aged man) mentioned.
Although he did not know him, he could sense that the young man was a rare fool!
At least, young people were crazy about music.
Especially in that era, although they seemed to be down and out and their ideas were unconventional, in fact, the young people lived more clearly than anyone else.
Unfortunately, he was not fated to see it.
Otherwise, they would definitely hit it off and have a lot of common topics to talk about.
The middle-aged man took out another bottle of wine from his backpack. Under the shocked gazes of the surrounding crowd, he gulped down a few more mouthfuls.
He burped in satisfaction.
At this moment, he was no longer as cautious as he was when he first came. He was in the mood to talk.
Soon, the follow-up story was revealed in front of everyone.
…The
young man left.
Peace was restored in the village.
The only difference was that there was one less boy running all over the mountain.
Yang Erzhu!
The person who got the young man's guitar would secretly hide in a deserted place every day and practice the guitar and sing songs according to the method taught by the young man.
Half a year later.
A year passed.
Yang Erzhu became more and more obsessed with this ballad.
He found spiritual sustenance in it.
When she was beaten, she would sing a part and play a song to ease her sad mood.
When he was happy, he would play and sing to his heart's content to vent his joy.
At the same time, he was more and more eager to reunite with the young man.
Unfortunately, he never returned to the village.
Some people said that they had seen a young man in the city. He stood on the streets where people came and went, singing for a living. Every day, he could not make ends meet and lived in poverty.
Some people said, underground bar, see young people, inside inside the station singing, day and night upside down, looking tired, sometimes will be beaten by the society, often with injuries.
…
In short, there were all kinds of comments.
All kinds of rumors and rumors were flying everywhere.
However, Yang Erzhu felt that young people were still very happy.
Because he lived a carefree life!
To be able to be with the music she liked the most!
Finally.
Five years later.
Yang Erzhu, who had already grown into a dark and thin teenager, finally saw the young man again.
However, it was at the old village chief's funeral.
He was dressed in white clothes and his face was weathered.
It seemed that life was not going well.
Seeing Yang Erzhu, he nodded and greeted him.
After three days of filial piety, the young man was ready to leave.
No one in the village welcomed him, except for a young man.
At the same village entrance.
The same morning sun.
"Do you regret it?"
Yang Erzhu asked curiously.
The young man shook his head and looked at the rising sun as well. A smile that was as bright as the sun bloomed on his tired face.
"The road to chasing dreams has never been smooth.”
"We must be prepared to face all kinds of challenges and calamities at any time.”
"I must be lying to you if I said I didn't hesitate.”
"But after hesitating, I still have to continue.”
"People!"
"I have to do something for myself.”
"Since you've already chosen life, don't give up so easily.”
"So, I never regret it!”
"Regardless of whether this path is right or wrong, since you've already decided on it, you should persevere to the end.”
"You've already let down your parents. Don't let yourself down again.”
"Otherwise, even I will despise myself.”
"But you're very poor now!"
Yang Erzhu spoke again.
The young man was stunned for a moment before he smiled proudly.
"Although I'm poor, I'm rich in spirit.”
As he spoke.
He looked at Yang Erzhu, who was already a teenager.
"The path of folk songs is not easy to walk.”
"I'm your example. You have to consider it carefully.”
After saying that.
The young man turned around and left.
His back view was as free and easy as ever.
In fact, there was even a sense of dust in it.
…
Yulin Road.
Chen Changfeng was filled with emotions.
The young man in the story was the same as him in his previous life.
For the sake of music, for the sake of his dreams, he was stubborn and stubborn.
She did what she wanted and ignored her family.
It didn't seem wrong to say that the young man was wrong, but it was definitely not right to say that he was right.
It could only be said that he was walking on the edge of right and wrong.
This kind of thing, thousands of people had thousands of words.
There was no unanimous conclusion.
Chen Changfeng did not speak rashly and continued to listen.
At this moment, Yang Zhu took out a bottle of wine from his backpack and started drinking.
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
He sighed that alcohol was a crazy medicine that could unseal the true man in every coward's heart.
He touched the wine and drank it.
The smell of alcohol rose to his head.
Yang Erzhu grinned at Chen Changfeng and continued his unfinished story.
…After
sending the young man away.
Yang Erzhu became silent.
He was thinking about the problem of young people.
Folk songs, should they continue?
One day!
Two days!
Three days!
…
Until his childhood friend who grew up with him got married.
Yang Erzhu suddenly woke up.
He was only fifteen years old!
He didn't want to step into the grave so early.
Did he like folk songs?
In the past, perhaps he was more curious and liked it a little.
Now, she really liked it.
Therefore, Yang Erzhu made a decision that would affect his life.
Run away from home.
Pursue your dreams.
It was better to die sober than to live a mediocre life.
On the way to the city, he understood the young man's words for the first time.
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