All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

Chapter 75 Meow Meow Meow

The old music boxes and speakers suddenly played an unknown melody, which was swept by the wind and resounded through every corner of the alley.A group of white pigeons suddenly spread their wings and flew into the sky, and the bell in the center of the city rang for the seventh time.

Fang Huai stood in the middle of those.

At the end of the song, the sound faded away.The shopkeeper frowned to see if his music box was malfunctioning, and the passers-by who had stopped wrapped up their coats and continued on their way.

Fang Huai put one hand in his pocket, pressed the earphone with the other, and lowered his eyelids.After a long time, he asked softly:

"say what?"

Amidst the slight electric current and the sound of the wind, the breaths of the two interweave across a long distance.

Ye Yuyuan didn't say a word, Fang Huai thought about it, and asked again:

"Ye Yuyuan, where are you? I want...I want to see you."

Ye Yuyuan was silent for a moment, then whispered:

"Turn around."

Fang Huai's breathing was stagnant, but he became confused in the next second.

——He thought he would see Ye Yuyuan, but he didn't.There is no one behind him, it is an alley, and the back of the alley leads to another street, with many green plants.

The voice in the bluetooth headset changed, and turned into an AI mechanical voice:

"The Ptah map continues to guide you. Go straight ahead and turn right at 100 meters to enter Chengnan Road."

Fang Huai: "..."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, wanting to laugh a little.What does Ye Yuyuan want to do?

He followed the instructions of the AI ​​and walked forward step by step. The sky was getting darker, and the old city, which was isolated from the bustling lights of the city center, showed a kind of beauty in the ordinary atmosphere of fireworks.And when Fang Huai walked somewhere, street lamps or street lamps turned on, accompanied silently and gently.

This road is very short, but 5 minutes.

Fang Huai was standing on the edge of a very old platform, which was the oldest platform and the first railway track in Nanshi, next to the old city.At that time, trains had just been introduced into China.

The twilight receded one by one in the sky, and at the same time, the long siren sounded in the wind:

"Ugh-"

A green leather train stopped in front of Fang Huai, and the door opened.The patent leather on the surface of the train was mottled and wobbly, as if it had spanned several years in one step and stopped in front of him.

The evening wind and twilight intertwined, brushing the boy's forehead hair, revealing the light-colored and clear eyes underneath.

Fang Huai exhaled lightly.

He paused, without any luggage, he stepped onto the green leather train alone.

There was no one in the carriage, the lights were not turned on, the twilight shone through the large transparent glass windows, and the two rows of seats stood quietly facing each other, just like the scene many years ago.

The design of this train is different from that of ordinary trains. It was later refitted for viewing purposes. The windows are connected into one piece and extend infinitely to both sides. You can see the hustle and bustle of the city with thousands of lights outside the window, and countless lights are lit.

A person was sitting on a chair, holding an old book in his palm, with his eyes half-closed, sitting in the shadow intertwined with light and dark.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and the cuff buttons made of obsidian reflected a little light. He looked handsome and restrained and silent, exactly the same as when we first met.

until he looked at him.

"I took this train when I was a child." Fang Huai stood by the door, looked at him, and smiled.

I didn't expect it to be out of service for so many years.

This was the car that Fang Jianguo took him to Nanshi for the first time. Outside the window was a large expanse of blue sky, with white pigeons flying towards the sky with the sound of the wind. This was his first cognition of "freedom" in his life.

This green leather train means happiness, freedom and distance.

Ye Yuyuan sat there silently, looking at him.His dark eyes looked very gentle in the twilight, and his knuckles holding the book curled up a little bit.He whispered:

"is it?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fang Huai felt that Ye Yuyuan seemed a little nervous.

……nervous?

Before he had time to think about it, Ye Yuyuan had already got up and walked over.He lowered his eyes and helped Fang Huai arrange the scarf, saying:

"It's time to start."

Fang Huai raised his head slightly and looked at him from a very close distance.

The soreness in his heart faded little by little, and being blown by the gentle evening wind, he looked at Ye Yuyuan, and felt that there was nothing dislike about this person.

He asked softly:

"What do you want to say to me?"

The movements of Ye Yuyuan's hands froze, and he stared at him steadfastly.

All sounds are silenced.

The sound of the wind and the twilight are far away.

"Fang Huai..." Ye Yuyuan pursed his lips and said:

"..."

"Ugh-"

The long sound of the whistle and the clang of the wheels rolling over the rails instantly overwhelmed his voice, and Fang Huai could only see his lips opening and closing, and he said four words.

Fang Huai had to ask: "What?"

Ye Yuyuan: "..."

"Happy birthday." He closed his eyes and finally said helplessly.

Fang Huai was stunned.

By the way, December [-]rd is his birthday.

He never told anyone.

Since Jianguo's health began to deteriorate three years ago, every birthday he cooks a bowl of noodles by himself, it is considered as the past, no different from the other 360 days.

He looked at Ye Yuyuan, and for a moment, he only felt that sour but numb feeling in his heart, and it was filled with something for a moment.He touched his nose, turned his eyes a little embarrassed, and asked casually to conceal his mood swings:

"Thank you, do you have a gift?"

In fact, this train and this happy birthday were enough to surprise him, Fang Huai wanted very little.

But unexpectedly, Ye Yuyuan nodded slightly and said:

"Have."

The train drove steadily forward, breaking through the night, passing through the fireworks and lights in the world. Outside the window was the bustling crowd and the endless vast night sky. The stars were shining brightly this day, and the stars lit up little by little.

Ye Yuyuan curled his index finger, and handed him the old book on the seat.

Only at this moment did Fang Huai realize that it was not an old book, but an old notebook with a slightly thicker thickness.On the title page, the word "Lin" was written in a flowing manner, and a few pages later, many English poems were copied in messy handwriting.

It is Lin Shuheng's notebook.Lin Shuheng lived in exile throughout his life, and his notes and letters were also scattered all over the place, and all of them have not been found yet.

Fang Huai could hardly describe his mood.

"Thank you," he held the notebook in his hand, looked at Ye Yuyuan seriously with his light amber eyes, and said, "I like it very much...I like it very much."

you.

He quietly added the word in his heart.

Lin Shuheng's handwriting was very scribbled, and it could only be seen that the poems were copied in English, but Fang Huai couldn't make out which poems it was for a while.He frowned slightly and looked at it for a while, Ye Yuyuan suddenly took the note from him, and said in a low voice:

"This is Neruda's Twenty Love Poems and Songs of Despair."

Fang Huai: "Huh?"

"You are like the night, with silence and stars."

Ye Yuyuan read out this poem.

Fang Huai was startled, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to see Ye Yuyuan's expression.

The train swayed towards the distance, as if traveling in a long and romantic dream, outside the window were eternal lights and stars.In the carriage, only the night light above their heads was turned on, and the boundless night and the wind gently engulfed them.

Ye Yuyuan stared at him seriously, closed the notebook with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"When I love you, the pines in the wind will sing your name with their silky leaves."

The deep and mellow voice, with a slightly hoarse ending, narrated the love poems many years ago:

"I love you here, and the horizon hides you in vain.

"In these cold things, I still love you.

"Sometimes my kisses sail on these gloomy ships, across seas without rest."

Fang Huai looked at him, his eyes widened slightly.

Ye Yuyuan watched him silently, with a soft light in his obsidian eyes.He said:

"It's a love poem."

The roots of the boy's ears became extremely hot for a moment, and he stumbled when he spoke:

"Oh, that."

The two stopped talking again.

At this time, outside the window, the star had already fully lit up, and the speed of the green leather train slowed down, zigzagging through the city.Its orbit has not been dismantled and was still running twice a day as of last month.

And because of years of urban evolution, there are large and small residential buildings and streets next to the railway tracks. Countless people live there. From waking up in the morning to sleeping peacefully at night, their life is like an ordinary but beautiful ballad.

Ye Yuyuan picked up a sketchbook from the chair.

"This... is also for you."

His voice was tight and he spoke with difficulty.

After Fang Huai took the sketchbook, Ye Yuyuan stopped looking at him, but turned his eyes away, and unconsciously rubbed the cuff button with his thumb.

Fang Huai looked at the sketchbook and was stunned.

He had the impression that this sketchbook was the one that Ye Yuyuan used to draw the person he liked before.

Fang Huai: "...???"

He woke up suddenly, his chest tight.

Fang Huai knew that he came late, Ye Yuyuan was so many years older than him, it is normal to have someone he likes.He didn't mind, and believed that as long as he worked hard enough, Ye Yuyuan would like him one day.

But what does it mean to give him a sketchbook?

Fang Huai looked at him confusedly and blankly.Ye Yuyuan wanted to tell him that the person he likes is very good-looking, and gave him her sketch for his collection?

What is this all about.

After a long time, Ye Yuyuan's gaze fell back on him. He hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Don't you see?"

Fang Huai held the sketchbook and notebook in his hands, and tried to say casually: "I... I will read it when I go back."

He pretended to be looking at the scenery seriously, and turned his head to look out the window.

He whistled nonchalantly.

Ye Yuyuan: "..."

Ok? !

The train was still moving forward slowly, but an awkward and inexplicable atmosphere permeated it.

It is undeniable that Fang Huai was a little disappointed.From Ye Yuyuan's point of view, there is nothing wrong with it. He regards himself as a junior, a friend, or even a relative, but he is not the kind of lover who likes to fall in love. Of course, he will not take these things into consideration.

But this sketchbook is to remind him that Ye Yuyuan still likes another person and doesn't like him.

He started to sulk with himself.

When Ye Yuyuan was reading that love poem just now, he almost thought that Ye Yuyuan also had a little heart for him.

The train moved forward quietly, passed through the hustle and bustle, and suddenly climbed a steep slope, and the body shook violently.

"Fang Huai." Ye Yuyuan paused and said, "It's going downhill, you—"

Fang Huai thought for a while, looked at Ye Yuyuan, and suddenly remembered the quarrel between the two not long ago.

He said incredulously:

"Why can you like people, but I can't?"

"..." The corners of Ye Yuyuan's lips twitched, remembering how he had been trapped in a cocoon not long ago, so he could only say, "Sorry."

"You like others, there's no problem," Fang Huai lowered his eyelids and said sullenly, "Keep the sketchbook for yourself, she won't be happy if you give it to someone else for such an important thing."

Ye Yuyuan didn't speak.

"Also, I actually..."

When Fang Huai said this, his next words suddenly froze.

The glass window was pushed open, and the night wind poured in in large swaths. The brilliant Milky Way spread in the carriage, and all the lights came into view unexpectedly.

And at this second, in his sight, all the lights began to go out one by one.

Trains run through the streets and through the heart of the city.

In just ten seconds, as far as the eye can see, the entire city of Nanshi was plunged into complete darkness.

Fang Huai: "...?" Power cut?

He looked at Ye Yuyuan blankly.

It was at this second that the train drove to a downhill slope and accelerated suddenly.

Ye Yuyuan stood silently in front of him, his dark eyes filled with his image.After a while, he stretched out his hand and held Fang Huai's hand in his palm without any explanation.

He took Fang Huai's hand and touched his heart.

The whole city fell into a silent darkness, because of the sudden change of light, Fang Huai couldn't see anything.

But he can feel it.

Under his palm is Ye Yuyuan's heart.

Boom, boom... boom boom boom.

Again and again, hastily and firmly, gradually increasing the speed.

In that boundless darkness, only stars twinkle.Ye Yuyuan's thin lips parted slightly, his ending was hoarse, and he asked in a low voice:

"Did you hear?"

Fang Huai subconsciously asked: "What?"

After a long time.

Ye Yuyuan looked at him steadfastly, the corners of his lips tightened, and he said something in a low voice.

next second.

Fang Huai's breathing stopped completely, and he opened his eyes a little bit.

The train passed through the eternal night, carrying them, passing through the center of the city.In the darkness, the lights suddenly turned on, followed by fireworks that suddenly lifted into the sky, exploding in the middle of the night.

In the bustling city center, some people whistled, laughed, and cheered while watching the fireworks in the sky, friends hugged each other, and couples kissed under the fireworks.The city that was still dark and silent a moment ago suddenly heard a sound.

Countless speakers and equipment played the melody by themselves without any manipulation.From the inaccessible alleys to the bustling and crowded streets of the city center, the water-like piano gradually resounded through the whole world from small to large.

From the depressing and unbelievably dull sound of entering the water at the beginning, to the one and a half minutes of low hum that sank deeper.From dying, to powerlessness, to finally giving up.

In the beginning, there were people chatting and discussing in every corner of the city.

A girl lined up in front of the milk tea shop and said to her best friend:

"I heard that "Moonlight in the Abyss" is completely shoddy and money-losing... My friend bought the album and now it feels like a waste of money."

"After all, it's rubbish that can't even be shortlisted for the Silver Birch Award."

"By the way, where did this sound come from? There is another lottery in the supermarket over there?"

"Wait, why do I feel like—"

After waiting for half a minute, all the voices became quieter.

Countless people stopped in a daze, involuntarily attracted by the melody, and their hearts seemed to be pulled by the melody and fell to the depths of the sea.

Until the end, there was a muffled sound.

The ending sound gradually faded away, blank for a second.

The next second—

The emotions are pushed to the climax without any foreshadowing!

Countless musical notes entangled, turbulent, circling, intertwined into a net, resounding through the entire city in the night, with fireworks and lights, it brought the long-suppressed heart into the warmth and romance of the world step by step, breathing and heartbeat unprecedented clear.

See heaven and earth, see sentient beings, see yourself.

It is difficult to describe the shock of that moment.

It seems that in just a few minutes, I have gone through half my life with the melody.All the regrets, regrets, and misses come back one by one, and the suffering and joy pour into the throat one by one, turning into choked tears, flowing through the gully of life.

Many people have rarely experienced such mood swings.Short videos, fast-paced, high-intensity stimulation, receiving massive amounts of information every day, and the rapid replacement of novelty things make it difficult for modern people to be pleased.

Many entertainment projects in the past have faded out of sight, not because there is anything wrong, but because they are too pure and cannot keep up with the current rhythm.

And whether a song is good or bad, anyone can tell without any background in music theory.Regardless of gender, regardless of age, regardless of identity, all the things in the deepest part of the human soul are interlinked.

At the side of the night market stalls, six or seven-year-old boys blushed from crying; in front of the milk tea shop, girls in high school uniforms quietly lowered their heads to wipe away their tears.

In front of the old residential buildings, the grandmother selling sweet potatoes wiped the corners of her eyes; in the high-rise office buildings, the 50-year-old leader suddenly had red circles.

On the street, the Chinese-American middle-aged man dragged his suitcase forward and stopped a little bit.

After standing still and listening to the whole song, he silently took out his mobile phone, dialed a certain number, and asked incredulously:

"This song...wasn't shortlisted?"

The evening breeze is gentle and the galaxy is vast.

The train passed through the crowd, but Fang Huai couldn't hear any sound in his ears, only his own breathing and heartbeat.

His hand was held by Ye Yuyuan, and he placed it at the heart of the opponent, jumping quickly and firmly.

"Did you hear?"

Ye Yuyuan's deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears, it was unbelievably gentle.

at the same time.

Countless fireworks exploded into the sky one by one, covering the whole world, like a rainstorm surrounded by fire, and like an unexpected, brilliant and romantic dream.

He said in a low voice, one word at a time:

"It's saying..."

"I love you."

The galaxy is bright, and the wind is endless.