Capítulo 1: Chapter 1
At the end of March, Wuzhen Rough long fly, day The head is getting warmer.
At the time of school, the people who came from outside the school cháo were bustling, but the blue parasol at the top of the South Bridge was the most eye-catching.
Sinking and irritatingly pulled a headboard: "I said that this is just the day when you arrive at chūn, you are too big, how can you get it in the summer?"
South Bridge blinked at the bright sun and said: " You don't know my skin, you have to get rid of the sun." "What's wrong with the spotting, I still have acne, you--" The words didn't finish, and the squad leader came up from behind and heard the words. looking back, he said: "that is not the point Southbridge you still less sun drying it, so this year became freckles Man?!"
Shen Qian kick kick in the past towards his ass: "! What nonsense it ' squad holding The soda is so far away.
The South Bridge is not snoring.
She is sensitive from a small skin, and the sun will have long spots, and when she scratches it, she will be red-printed, and it will not disappear for a long time. The most terrible thing is that if you accidentally wrestle, the broken place will grow into a small ròu mark, the doctor said it is a scar.
She touched the bangs uncomfortably and carefully pulled it neatly.
I was not very happy in my heart, but I jumped up when I saw the person standing at the door of the tea shop.
Shen Yu came over and smiled and said: "Hey, the lover is waiting for you, I will not delay you!"
"What about nonsense?" South Bridge pushed her, his face was red.
"Then I will go first." Still laughing.
South Bridge waved with her.
The tea shop is standing at the door of a teenager. It is not much older than the South Bridge, but it is not wearing the same blue and white uniforms as its peers. There was a small piece of cigarette in his hand that was burning, and the friar bangs were about to cover his eyes.
The students who come and go are far away from him, because at first glance, he knows that he is a "bad boy" among the masses, but there are still many girls who secretly scold him.
When he saw the South Bridge, he threw the smoke on the ground and stepped on it.
Nanqiao couldn't help but criticize him: "No littering."
His mouth curled up and the bangs could not cover the eyes that were bent into a new moon.
"Okay, I know." He bent over and picked up the cigarette butt, and obediently threw it into the trash can.
"You are waiting for me here?" South Bridge licked the cloaked horn and did not look up at him.
"Yeah."
"Is there a show tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like me to help?"
"Well."
Nanqiao finally couldn't help but look up and yell at him: "Besides um, would you still say something else?" "
"Yeah." He nodded.
Nanqiao really wanted to step on him, and he pulled his face and turned and walked forward. When he heard the footsteps he followed, he couldn't help but raise his mouth. The teenager behind him pulled her sleeve and handed a cup of milk tea: "I just bought it."
"Give it to me?"
"Yeah."
"Every show is asking for help, a cup of milk tea wants to exchange cheap labor..." She sipped while drinking.
The rich milky fragrance spreads between the lips and teeth, and the mood suddenly happens.
The so-called performance is just a simple table set up at the entrance. There is a drum drum decorated with stickers, a rusty microphone shelf, and the banner that is pulled up does not know how many times it will be so dirty. Oh, it says: Wind-Chaser, the best of the band.
After the drums, I sat on a chubby teenager. The belly was round and round. I saw the South Bridge and I waved at them with a drum rack: "Small bridge, auntie, I finally looked forward to you, waiting for my stomach to be hungry. "
Nanqiao's foot: "Well, I forgot to bring it to the fat man." Yan Yuan pulled her up and went forward, casually saying: "Don't take care of him, let you take it every time, How old is he?" The last sentence happened to be heard by the fat man, and immediately protested: "My bridge is understanding, every time I understand that I am hungry, how can you be so heartbroken?"
Yan Yuan's eyes suddenly sharpened. Sweeping his eyes: "Your home bridge?" The fat man scared his neck and shrank, and quickly changed the line: "Your home, your home..."
After the stage, the big chūn, who is honking the drums, laughed: "A Hey, you are enough, so care about it! Know that the fat man is small, and still scare him."
Nanqiao also laughed, and his side just bumped into the eyes of Yan Yuan. He looked at her, his eyes were like the setting sun in the huáng, quiet and long.
Her face red: "What?"
He replied: "You."
"What do I have to look good?"
"Where are all beautiful." The
South Bridge almost didn't see it, thought about it, This is completely an answer that I will have, and I am expected.
At 7:30, the show begins. There are only about twenty people on the crowd, and they are sparse.
Nanqiao is responsible for adjusting the sound in the stage. There are three people on the stage. The big chūn is the bass player, the fat man is the drummer, and the long-distance is carrying the electric guitar and is the lead singer.
That is completely the voice of the teenager, clear and gentle, and with a hoarseness unique to the changing period.
He sang like a futile escape, rushing all the way, stumbling; never knowing what tomorrow looks like, but a small moth, pursuing a fire in the long endless night.
The sound is not good enough, and there is a sharp noise. The same age people carrying backpacks and talking and laughing under the stage, few listened carefully, mostly talking about how the lead singer looks.
But the people on the stage were very serious. The big chūn tried to play the bass, the fat man played the drums in the rain, and he sang with his eyes closed, his hands skillfully playing the electric guitar.
Nanqiao looked up at them, and the afterglow of the setting sun just happened to illuminate the shadows of the teenagers on the ground. The lonely three people, I do not know why there is a feeling of desolateness.
After a while, the phone in the backpack suddenly rang.
Nanqiao thought that his father asked her why she hadn't returned home. When she took it out, she found out that she was calling the second.
She got up and walked a few steps away from the sound, and then she picked it up: "Two Gu." The
gentle second gentleman screamed in a panic and screamed: "South Bridge, where are you? Home, your father can't!"
Nanqiao is not moving in the same place, empty dòng asked: "You, what do you say?"
"Your father is drunk again, brain hemorrhage, already, already..." The person at the end seems I don't know what to say, I can only scream eagerly. "You are coming back, come back soon!" In a word, it is like a blue sky.
Nanqiao ran out with his mobile phone, and the sound was ignored. The harsh noises rang and everyone covered their ears.
The band on the stage stopped the show, and when he was far away, he dropped the guitar and chased it up, calling the name of the South Bridge.
Nanqiao only knows that he is rushing, and he has no longer thought about what happened behind him.
At the age of seventeen, Nanqiao's father died. Wreaths and black and white cloths are natural friends, and together they decorate the dull mourning hall.
Nanqiao stood outside the gate. Whenever someone came in, the second aunt behind him would marry her: "Go down, South Bridge. Go down and say thank you."
Actually, there are not too many times, because people who come to Nanyi Mountain Too little and too little. Everything is so a bunch of relatives. Nanyi Mountain has no friends.
The uncle of Zhang Luo invited the so-called "Taoist" practice. Nanqiao could not understand what he was singing. He only thought that he was pretending to be a ghost.
The second can not help remind her: "Cry out, South Bridge. This time to cry out loud."
S.Bridge can not cry out. Halfway through the funeral, someone quarreled.
A smoldering seedling quickly ignited the enthusiasm of everyone. The quarrel has about the money left by Nanyishan and a house. Everyone says they have a share. S.Bridge stood in front of the spirit, looked back at his father's photo, did not speak.
Nanyi Mountain on the photo smiled softly, like a kind father. In the crowd, the uncle said loudly: "I am his big brother. From a young age to a big help to clean up the mess, shouldn't this money be left for me?"
Sangucha said: "When the mother died, the house was good. Left to the third child, the result is that the second brother is too poor, we have been letting him live for so many years, and also confiscated him. Now he is gone, how should this money be given to us?"
"Jokes, he has no time to manage the South Bridge, for many years, we have been taking care of his daughter, no credit and hard work? I think this money should be left to our family!" Nanyishan has four brothers and sisters, everyone is dragging their homes Here, for the money he left and the house dispute.
However, no one is sad. Nanqiao looked at them without saying a word, and this argument seems to never be a head. She walked out of the funeral home silently, and it was ridiculous that no one found her left.
In the early April of Wu Town, chūn rain and pattering continued. Under the sycamore tree outside the gate, there is a rainy station standing there, the finely broken bangs are soaked and damp, and sticking to the forehead almost blocks the eyes.
Seeing the South Bridge coming out, he anxiously greeted him: "South Bridge." The S.Bridge responded with a sigh of relief.
For a long time, he asked: "Where are you going?"
Where to go?
S.Bridge also wants to ask yourself. She wiped the rain on her face and said, "Walk around."
"Where is it everywhere?"
"..."
"I am with you."
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