sinovels Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Chapter 1
In July, it was very hot.
The flow of traffic in Kyoto is endless and endless.
roadside.
A slightly skinny young man about 1.7 meters eight had a hat on his head that was flaring outwards and could not block the light much. He dragged his suitcase step by step along the steaming avenue, dragging his feet.
Just after coming back, he baked Zuoqi for almost an hour on the hot land of the motherland, opened his neckline, and frowned.
After walking for a while, he took out his mobile phone, squinted his eyes and looked at the dark screen for a long time, and when he finally figured out where it was, the mobile phone suddenly buzzed, the screen went black, and the battery died.
"... "
Really lost his temper due to the heat, Zuo Qi put his phone in his pocket, looked up and looked around, trying to see some familiar junctions or buildings nearby.
It's a pity that it has been not long or short for three years. Although the big building has not changed, it is still no problem to change the small facade of a place, and the place is unfamiliar.
He took out the water from the bag and unscrewed it, Zuo Qi took off his hat and poured the bottle of water from the top of his head, the coolness rushed down, after fiddled with his hair twice, the little bit of coolness spread down the scalp more freely, He sighed.
After being fiddled with, the hair was a little messy, and part of it was wet against the cheeks, and the water ran down the cheeks to the collarbone and hid it in the collar.
A little itchy, Zuo Qi brushed his hair away casually, and his whole face was exposed. I have to say, as a boy, his appearance is indeed rare and pleasing to the eye. It can even be described as beautiful, exquisite like a starlet of.
After resting for a while, he walked a few more steps along the road, feeling that he still couldn't tell where it was, and he pressed the center of his brow, feeling a little worried.
Really, if it goes on like this, is it possible to live outside for a night?
As soon as he turned a corner, a shop with an old facade suddenly appeared in front of him. Zuo Qi was taken aback for a moment, and after a few seconds of reaction, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up.
In other words, there are so many stores, how could none of them remain.
The store in front of him was very familiar to him.
This musical instrument shop is opened by an aunt surnamed Yun, a woman in her 50s who has only one son. When she was a child, she quarreled with her family and ran to love here. He stayed for half a day, so I have an impression of this place. quite deep.
Seeing the sparse spider plants outside, and the threshold higher than usual in the house, recalling the way home from here, and remembering it completely, Zuo Qi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and raised his foot walked in.
As soon as I entered the door, the familiar log smell came over me one after another.
The dim yellow light shone on the wall, and there were a few wooden flutes hanging on the wall, which had a rather classical atmosphere, and there was a row of violins at another turn, which was full of beautiful things.
Generally speaking, there is no big change, but the decoration has been moved and the scale has become larger. It seems that the business here is good at these times.
Zuo Qi smiled, feeling so nostalgic.
Except for some precision large musical instruments, a large part of the wood here is made by the owner himself. It is purely handmade and very tasteful.
It's just a pity that he doesn't have much talent for musical instruments. Even if he knows the music score by heart, the actual operation is horrible, so he can only look at it.
"Is anyone there?" A voice came from the back room, and he stood still and gave an 'uh' in response.
Soon, a middle-aged woman with a head of white hair, but her hair was combed very neatly with a small clip on her head, came out with something in her arms.
She was wearing a pair of heavy reading glasses, and she was pulling a string while walking. The thing in her hand looked like a guitar, which was being repaired, and she couldn't leave her hand for the last step.
The woman raised her eyes, and was stunned when the person came, a little uncertain, and tentatively asked: "Little flag?"
Hearing this, Zuo Qi smiled and said, "Aunt."
"Yo, it's really you."
Seeing that it was really Zuo Qi, Aunt Yun was very surprised, and she narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Are you back? When did you arrive? Let Auntie take a look."
"Just came back, not home yet," Zuo Qi said with a smile, "Auntie is young!"
"Oh, you kid, you can say good things."
Looking at him, Aunt Yun said, "I cut my hair...it's pretty good, I look like a man!"
Zuo Qi stroked his hair, but said nothing.
The previous hairstyle... don't mention it.
It's been a while since I've seen Zuo Qi, Aunt Yun couldn't hide her joy, she put the things in her hand on the stage and said: "Whatever you like, go and pick, Auntie will give you a welcome gift!"
"You are too kind."
Many of them were carefully carved by Aunt Yun herself, and even small things would take a while. Of course, he didn't have such a big heart to take the fruits of other people's labor for no reward.
"You child, you are still polite to me!"
Seeing his polite appearance, Aunt Yun was a little dissatisfied.
When Zuo Qi heard this, he quickly said, innocently: "Yes, it's not that my aunt doesn't know my level. If I know how to use these things, I'll empty them out as soon as you make them."
After hearing this sentence, Aunt Yun also remembered that he had never mastered any musical instruments since elementary school, so she couldn't help laughing: "Not yet?"
Zuo Qi sighed, quite obviously.
"Haha, it's okay, we don't know how to play musical instruments, and our little flag can sing." Aunt Yun also knew Zuo Qi well, so she stopped poking his heart. Going out, going to college, and coming back after a long time... Has the outside become unrecognizable?"
Aunt Yun's son Seventeen was the year he left, and these three years were in his developmental period. It is estimated that the child has changed a lot now, and he doesn't know what he has changed.
Zuo Qi nodded, feeling very touched: "Yes, I searched for it for a long time when I came back."
"Haha, the government reorganized and repaired the whole thing the year before last, and the environment has improved a lot, so Auntie's place hasn't been changed in the corner."
Zuo Qi suddenly understood, no wonder everything has changed.
Maybe it was because her son left and Aunt Yun felt a little lonely. Seeing Zuo Qi, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to open up a chatterbox.
The aisle is still narrow, but it doesn't affect the place is a small sparrow with all internal organs. He walked along the path and saw many high-end musical instruments that he didn't have before.
After chatting for a while, Aunt Yun suddenly asked, "Are you still singing?"
"Sing."
Zuo Qi was touching a wooden pipe, nodded when he heard the words, and said slyly: "There are still fans, are they great?"
It’s not about blowing. Although he is not talented in playing musical instruments, he can sing very well. He was still the main lead singer in the band when he was about to return to China. After three years of accumulation, there are so many foreign fans from different places.
"If you sing well, people will like it," Aunt Yun said with a smile, "Didn't you have fans before, and now there are more?"
Zuo Qi was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard her say again: "Auntie remembers that you came here to buy something as a gift, and you said it was a fan lottery?"
Fan draw?
before…
After Zuo Qi thought about what she said, his expression moved slightly, his face suddenly felt unnatural, and his eyes moved away to look elsewhere: "Really?"
I don't know where the nerve of memory was touched. Aunt Yun thought for a while, then suddenly patted, and continued: "When I remembered, I bought a guitar, which is similar to the one I have in my hand?"
Zuo Banner: "..."
"It used to be..." Zuo Qi said, following Aunt Yun's words, his eyes fell on the guitar that was pulling the string in her, and he suddenly stopped talking.
He didn't pay much attention at first, but after a closer look, he realized that the guitar in Aunt Yun's hand seemed to be old, and it seemed to be an old one.
The top of the guitar has been worn down for a long time, and it has been repaired several times, so the combination of old and new accessories looks nondescript, but even so, it can still be seen that its design curve is beautiful, which is in line with human aesthetics. .
The shape of this guitar...
Zuo Qi looked familiar and hesitated.
Aunt Yun didn't feel it, and said with a smile: "I remember that guitar was pretty good, but it's a pity that Auntie has such a good memory... Hey, I don't remember."
Hearing her words, Zuo Qi was not surprised at all, he was used to it.
This Aunt Yun has a special problem, that is, she has a bad memory. She can't remember the things she made after a while, and she doesn't know who bought them or what kind.
"You carved a word yourself, do you remember?" Aunt Yun asked.
"... "
"Maybe, I can't remember clearly..." Zuo Qi replied vaguely.
Aunt Yun thought for a long time to no avail, so she gave up, and the topic moved on to other places.
Seeing that she finally stopped talking about that, Zuo Qi heaved a sigh of relief.
But no matter what, thinking about the shape of the guitar, he was really curious, so he couldn't bear to look over again, and quickly glanced at the base while Aunt Yun was lifting the guitar.
Then after sweeping that glance, the corner of Zuo Qi's mouth twitched indistinctly.
How on earth did this aunt manage to remember other things but have no impression of the things she made with her own hands?
Feeling helpless, Zuo Qi shook his head. When he looked up and saw that the time on the watch above was already three o'clock, he turned around and said, "Auntie, I'll go home first and come back another day."
"Hey, are you going back now?"
"Well, it's getting late."
"Don't you want to take something? It's good to give it to a friend..." Aunt Yun felt a little regretful when she heard that he was leaving, and asked him to take something away.
Of course Zuo Qi would not accept it, so he quickly waved his hand.
"No?"
"No, no." As he said, he dragged his luggage and walked out quickly.
Zuo Qi slowed down when the shadow of the shop was gone in the distance. As he walked, he couldn't help thinking of the guitar just now, and smiled.
They are all so old and need to be repaired. It seems that the owner likes it very much?
...
Zuo Qi realized something later, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and his expression became a little weird.
Wait a minute, that guitar, back then he randomly selected someone to give away that guitar, why is it here?
Zuo Qi immediately turned around and walked back, wanting to go back and ask what happened, but stopped while walking, and a mess of things flooded his head.
Everyone has such a past, and he is no exception.
Compared with ordinary people, Zuoqi's past can probably be described as 'crazy'.
In [-], it was just catching up with the early stage of the prosperity of social networking. Various people stepped on the fire one after another, and quickly became popular in the Internet world and became Internet celebrities. At that time, he was seventeen, and he was one of them. one.
There are two kinds of Internet celebrities who are aggressive and prosperous, one is funny and sharp, attracting people's attention, and greatly satisfying people's bad tastes, and the other is based on outstanding image or talent, in line with people's All kinds of nationals born ideally, one brother and one sister, and some sisters and brothers named after specific images.
Zuoqi is the latter with a slightly higher standard, and has achieved...
Probably quite big?
Of course, that was just before.
If I remember correctly, he gave the guitar to the fans in a lottery draw during the normalization period. He chose the style and engraved the words himself, so he still can't tell the difference.
...so, what's going on?
It stands to reason that people on the Internet come from all directions, and the things sent through that platform will not appear in front of him again.
Reselling?
By coincidence?
still…
The owner of the guitar was his fan before, so he found it here?
As soon as this idea appeared, Zuo Qi immediately interrupted it by closing his eyes.
impossible!
How long can an illusory pursuit on the Internet last?
And it's been several years, even if the former fans come here, it has nothing to do with him.
Resisting the thought of going back and asking about the origin of the guitar, Zuo Qi regained his thoughts a little bit, touched his throat, turned around, and walked a little heavy on the way home.