“…Futu Tower, several layers were broken, whose soul was broken?

He went straight to the pain, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait, history turns around,

Wait for the wine to be fragrant and wait for you to play, a guzheng song..."

After writing the score, Jing Jian began to write the lyrics. Wei Yingzhi stood behind Jing Jian and looked down from his shoulder. She saw Jing Jian's serious side face. While chanting quietly, she said, "Can you...sing it to me?"

Jing Jian turned his head, smiled slightly, and continued to write while humming softly:

“…The rain is raining, the old hometown is deep,

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled city gates entrench the roots of old trees.

What echoed on the slab is, wait..."

Listening to the tune quietly, Wei Yingzhi wanted to speak but stopped. The Chinese style pursued the ancient charm style, and ancient charm was a specific state of mind. Let the storm and rain be calm, and let the earth move and the mountains return to normal. It was a breath of time, the precipitation of time, like poetry and painting, light ink and watercolor.

Wei Yingzhi's appreciation level is actually very high. His family background can be said to be from the scholarly family. Although like the various literary scholars today, they like popular new poems, they can still appreciate the ancient poems with good charm.

To be fair, the lyrics are not outstanding, too light, and there are traces of patchwork for rhyme. But on the other hand, it seems to be in the broken words, with a hint of vague artistic conception. And this comes from Jing Jian's hand? Wei Yingzhi looked at Jing Jian's side face, bit her lip, and couldn't help asking: "Can you say, what's the ingredient in your family?"

"The ancestors have been poor peasants, and they are endless." Jing Jian said with a smile. He understood Wei Yingzhi's idea. "Didn't you say that a small game? Just take a look at it and play it, don't be too serious?"

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After hanging up the clothes, tied up the long hair that had just been washed, and ignored the play of the other two crazy girls in the dormitory. Zhao Xia sat in front of her desk. As soon as she spread the blank letter paper, someone hugged her behind her: "What are you writing? I'll give it to Brother Love? Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

When Zhao Xia heard this accent, she laughed wildly, and Zhao Xia knew that it was Qin Zi, the Sichuan girl in the lower bunk: "Why haven't you been to the dance party yet?"

"I've gone, and I'm back like a group of hungry wolves. Hi, haha!" Qin Zi replied with a smile.

"That's not right. You, a cadre of the ranks, should set an example, turn into a little Aries, and save it. Hehehe!" In school, Zhao Xia and Qin Zi have the best relationship. Compared to Zhao Xia's quietness, Qin Zi is more lively and still works in the Youth League Committee. Tonight, it is the first dance organized by the Youth League Committee this semester. However, such a student dance party, girls of the school beauties like Qin Zi, are particularly popular. In addition, Huaqing has always had more and more porridges, and Qin Zi is so annoyed that she is entangled, so she hid back to her dormitory not long after the opening.

"Who did you write to? The one you got engaged to? How about you two when you come home this time?" There is a sense of playing. Qin Zi did not affect Zhao Xia's private message, so she sat in her bed. However, when it was time to gossip, she was never vague.

"What couple? It's just an engagement." Zhao Xia said shyly. More than a year ago, when the freshman filled out the "Admission Condition Form", Zhao Xia didn't know how to fill out the "marriage status". Perhaps out of shyness, maybe she didn't want others to know, or maybe she had some other small thoughts, so she honestly flirted with her and finally filled out the "engagement". Although after receiving the form, she was modified to "unmarried", this form became a small interesting thing.

In addition, when filling out the college entrance examination application form, Zhao Xia was "unmarried" at the time, so she was completely innocent in her files. Then Zhao Xia hid it, and no one suspected that she was married. Only Qin Zi and a few other friends knew that she had an engagement partner in her hometown.

Of course, in many places in the 1980s, engagement was equivalent to marriage, and remorse was equal to divorce. As for the social condemnation of remorse or divorce, it was extremely terrible. It is also unimaginable to us now.

"What kind of arranged marriages should be done? You should be a new woman who is liberation in thought." Qin Zi was half joking and half serious. She still knew some of Zhao Xia's family situation. "Wang Chengwen from the next class asked me to send a message, are you interested?"

"Don't mess around." Zhao Xia was upset.

"That's right, there are a little more acne on your face. Hehehehe—! You can make bean curds. Hehehehe..." The appearance association seemed to be everywhere.

Zhao Xia smiled and fought back with a tiger's face: "You are so excited, don't bring me with you. I honestly tell you who you like? I'm going to run errands for you."

"I am born with beauty, so I can still use someone to introduce it?" Qin Zi took out a letter and shook it, "I'll send another one. I'm too immature and don't consider it in college." After that, Qin Zi didn't even look at the courtship letter and threw it aside.

Zhao Xia glanced at me: "A cruel and vicious woman, another heart is broken."

"This is called cutting the mess with a quick knife." Qin Zi was not ashamed. "I'm serious. I heard that we have a quota for studying abroad next semester. Then I think of a way to get you a qualification through the Youth League Committee. You can keep your mouth tight and review more often in your daily life, strive to pass the exam together and go abroad together."

"Study abroad? Is that true?" Zhao Xia was extremely surprised. Of course she was very willing and yearned for it. But suddenly, she thought of her husband Jing Jian, and when she parted, she thought of the 100 yuan she found out when she got off the train. She was confused!

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Wei Yingzhi chewed the lyrics and hummed gently, feeling that she was at a loss and was confused. The song actually didn't care about good or bad, but only whether it could resonate. I remembered that I was rushing back to the countryside with my parents when I was young, teachers discriminated against them, and classmates bullied them. The happiest thing was to hide at home and look at the remaining books at home.

Finally, he had excellent grades and became a substitute teacher after graduation. Perhaps it was a disaster, and he met the educated youth in the city, who attracted each other and talked about literature, and gradually became intimate. However, when he returned to the city, he ruthlessly left a sentence "Break up!", and in his crying, everything passed with the wind.

After further studies, he went to the No. 2 Middle School of the County Town and implemented the policy to return the home of his hometown in the county town. Although he was already a county native, he was getting farther away from the former him. The most heartbroken thing is to die, but why can't I let go?

I looked at Jing Jian again in a blink of an eye, and wrote the lyrics as if I were playing a game.

“…The rain is raining, and the plants and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute in the suburbs fell in that wild village,

Fate takes root, we.

Listening to youth, welcoming laughter, many people envious,
Chapter completed!