flash wedding diary

Chapter 42

On Wednesday, June 6th, the hot spring town was cloudy and sunny.

During the 3 days I stayed in the City of Music with Yan Shouzhen, I began to figure out a strange pattern.

Yan Shouzhen seemed to know what was on my mind...

For example, there are several ice cream shops lined up next to the street. They obviously offer the same flavor of ice cream, but Yan Shouzhen can always step into my favorite shop accurately, order the flavor I like and hand it to me. hands.

It's not so accurate if you have a tacit understanding...

I was wondering, biting the soft ice cream, looking at Yan Shouzhen, couldn't help asking: "How do you know I like mint ice cream?"

"Because I like to eat too..." Yan Shouzhen put his arms around my shoulders, looked at me with burning eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he deliberately lengthened the ending, as if to prove what he said was true When she turned her head and touched my lips, she swept the tip of her tongue and sucked the ice cream on the corner of my lips into her mouth.

The boiling blood swept across the whole place, and I felt my face became hotter and redder.

For another example, if there is an antique musical instrument store on the street I walk, I will go in and shop around to see if I can find treasures.

Especially when you see the violin in the box, you can't help but stop and watch it for a longer time.

Then I saw Yan Shouzhen whispering to the owner of the antique shop.

At last a generous Gallic antiquarian exclaimed in perfect German: "Oh! My God! No news of a Christian Hammer violin at all! No one!"

I thought to myself, how did Yan Shouzhen know about Christian Hammer's violin?

That was a few years ago. Relying on the reputation of my uncle and teacher Hua Hengzi, I borrowed this violin from a collector's house and watched it for half an hour. I only played one piece. That is already the most unforgettable memory in my life. !

Unfortunately, not long after, the collector died of illness, and the Christian Hammer violin was also auctioned off by his widow, and now it has fallen into the hands of which collector.

"How did you find out about Christian Hammer's violin?" I asked in surprise.

"Mr. Hua said that you like this violin very much." Yan Shouzhen didn't hide it.

Although I don't know when Teacher Hua Hengzi told Yan Shouzhen such a secret thing, my heart warmed and said with a smile: "I have touched this god-level instrument once, and I am satisfied..."

This is what I say from the bottom of my heart. I like musical instruments, which are universally loved, not exclusive to collectors.

In the past few years, I was more concerned about its whereabouts. After all, such a good violin, of course I will miss it. Even if I can’t own it, I want to know whose hands it has fallen into. Will the new owner occupy it alone or will he be willing? Share it with others, let it make a more melodious note...

But in the past two years, I have lost that kind of thought. I think that if I have it, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it every day. At that time, the strings will definitely age quickly, and maybe one day they will be broken. If you change the strings, the notes will lose their former style.

Of course, there is another thing to reward buskers.

In the streets and alleys of the City of Music, there are always some musicians who have not yet become famous sitting quietly in a corner, immersing themselves in their own music world, and the pedestrians watching in twos and threes, most of them left before finishing listening. , Some listened to one song after another, and then put the reward money into the hat at his feet.

I'm the type to leave a bounty whether I like it or not.

In the past, I was in financial difficulties, so I couldn’t give too many rewards, so I could only exchange coins with the smallest denomination, usually one or two euros. For the first time in my life, the one with the most rewards was the one in Schönbrunn Palace Strange painter too.

In Shouzhen's wallet, there seems to be endless euros for me to tip.

Of course, more often, he would ask me about that strange painter.

"Is the feeling he gave you just strange?" He stared at me with complicated eyes, and asked softly, "Is there no other feeling?"

I thought about it seriously, and finally had no choice but to give up: "It's gone... Anyway, I just thought the snail drawn by that uncle was very shocking..."

I saw Yan Shouzhen startled in astonishment, and then looked at me with more complicated eyes. There was still a bit of frustration and discouragement in his pupils, and he muttered: "Uncle...uncle?!"

I don't know so I nodded.

That is indeed an uncle. He must have had a conflict with his family. He wandered for a long time. His clothes were stained with a lot of paint and had not been changed. His long hair was tangled with a long beard. Many frustrated artists make no difference.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I found that Yan Shouzhen doesn’t care about this at all...

And when the train to the hot spring town finally started, to be honest, I was a little bit at a loss.

This leaves Music City? ?

I thought that to keep his promises, he must at least say goodbye to the person who has been cherished in his heart for many years.

However, during these few days in the City of Music, he and I were inseparable, really inseparable, and he had no intention of acting alone at all, as if there was no one in this city whom he would visit several times a year It’s the same as before, except when he was visiting scenic spots outside, he had to go to the bathroom, so he would say goodbye to me for three to five minutes...

To put it in an embarrassing way, when it was my turn to go to the toilet, he would definitely follow, even if he didn't, he would wait for me by the door, as if he was afraid that I would get lost.

I was secretly happy in my heart, has he completely broken off with that person? !

However, I can't deceive myself, the hidden danger lurking in my heart has not disappeared.

I still pop out from time to time, laughing at my overreaching.

The train was galloping steadily towards the hot spring town. The sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled fine pieces of gold onto the world, casting a dazzling halo on the grass outside the window, which looked like a huge green blanket. .

I buried my head in Yan Shouzhen's broad shoulders, sniffing his unique breath, carefully hiding my little cunning, and catching up with his words.

"You are in the City of Music, do you have friends? Like the owner of the Shah Bakery, don't you go to say hello to them?" I asked in a low voice, without intention, the voice that never recovered was low and shallow Yes, very lazy, like a kitten basking in the autumn sun ignorantly waking up, gently scratching Yan Shouzhen's heart with its soft paws.

"I'm not familiar with the owner of the Shahe Bakery." Yan Shouzhen was really confused. He moved his eyes from the window to me, and rested his chin on my forehead. I can imprint the kiss on my forehead, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, without being afraid of the gazes of other passengers in the same train compartment.

This train from the City of Music does not go directly to the hot spring town, but changes to the short-distance train of BB on the way to Salzburg to reach the hot spring town.

So there were unexpectedly many passengers on the train.

I was so immersed in the time of Shouzhen and my ear-to-eye contact that I almost forgot my carefulness.

"Then, don't you have any better friends in the City of Music?" I pretended to ask casually, but bit my lip where Yan Shouzhen couldn't see, and I don't know when a bit of bitterness poured into the corner of my eyes. It's wet.

I tasted the jealousy that I had deliberately forgotten all this time.

"No," Yan Shouzhen didn't hesitate at all, but he didn't want to ruin his image in front of me, and scratched my cheek with his bearded chin, "I wasn't very good at talking before, and I didn't make many friends Friends, most of the friends now are met in the business field, and they only have interests, and they cannot be regarded as true friends."

I was in a daze for a while, slowly stroking through the information and train of thought given by Yan Shouzhen, and found that my brain was not enough...

That person has been removed from the list of "good friends" by Yan Shouzhen.

Nor is it among the friends of the business relationship.

So, have you become an enemy who never gets in touch with each other?

There is this possibility!In the idol TV series that Xiao Weng watched, if the couples can't make a good couple, they will usually become a bitter couple.

The plot of TV dramas often comes from reality.

A gleam of joy flooded into my heart. The unknown river with blue waves outside the window is much more beautiful than the Danube!

"If you like, we can also hold a wedding in the City of Music..." Yan Shouzhen didn't know whether he misunderstood my intentions, or deliberately wanted to see my panicked expression, so he came up with such a bad idea.

"I don't want it!" I shook my head desperately, thinking that after this honeymoon trip is over, I have to go back to Wancheng and Licheng to hold the wedding ceremony according to my father's and grandma's wishes.

Then I thought that there was a grander and more extravagant wedding waiting for us in Lion City, so I...

Those who escaped from marriage in ancient times may not be against a marriage without free love, but against the whole set of etiquette that is so cumbersome and maddening...

It’s as simple as a honeymoon trip, stop and go, whichever scenery is better, stay longer, and don’t have to get up too early in the morning. When you are in the mood, just go to the nearby coffee shop or go to the musical instrument workshop Going around, practicing hands, two people happily creating warm and sweet memories, that's enough.

The sunlight outside the window gradually became hotter, and the flat grasslands were gradually replaced by rolling hills, sometimes passing through a few quiet villages, the houses were built along the hills, and occasionally you could see multiple buildings, but they were clearly layered.

By the time I changed to the short train ride to the spa town, I was falling asleep.

No matter how beautiful the scenery on both sides of the train is, and how tempting the snacks Yan Shouzhen bought, I just want to close my eyes and squint for a while.

Yan Shouzhen's eyes were full of pity and remorse. More than half of my sleepiness was caused by his lack of restraint.

So during the half-hour drive, I curled up yawning again and again, resting my head on Yan Shouzhen's lap, and fell asleep just like that.

It wasn't until Yan Shouzhen rubbed the ends of my hair and gently woke me up with his gentle way that I opened my eyes drowsily. There was also a notification from the radio in my ears, and the hot spring town finally arrived. stop!

I got up and glanced out the window, it was indeed a familiar scenery.

Then, feeling very distressed, he helped Yan Shouzhen rub his numb legs that were blocked by blood from my pillow.