Chapter 13 twelve

Zhiyun adopted Jiang Xiaofeng's suggestion: he refused to manage the bar in the restaurant of the hotel, and accepted the job in the Shanshan Nursing Hospital. The nursing home is located in a scenic area, about an hour and a half away from Munich. You have to take the train first, and then change to a car.It was Jiang Xiaofeng who sent her there. Didn't expect you to work too.In the car, Jiang Xiaofeng said. Why can't I think of it?Zhiyun looked at Jiang Xiaofeng who was next to him. Because your family environment seems to be very well-off, and you are also very girlish, and you don't look like someone who needs to work.Jiang Xiaofeng spoke freely as usual.

How do you know about my family environment?Zhiyun was a little disgusted. from your people.Jiang Xiaofeng looked down at her, and said calmly: Your first impression is that of a spoiled and spoiled girl in a wealthy family.You dress so elegantly that ordinary female students can't do it. You mean that fur coat?Speaking of the first impression, Zhiyun immediately remembered the first time he met Jiang Xiaofeng in the piano room of the music academy on a snowy day. You are the only Chinese girl who can afford such a rich fur coat.Jiang Xiaofeng said jokingly. You object to people wearing expensive clothes, and you also object to girls dressing up, right?Jinghui told me, you call the cosmetic case a carpenter's box?Zhiyun raised his mouth and stared at Jiang Xiaofeng to see what kind of reaction he had.

Jiang Xiaofeng burst out laughing. What right do I have to object?I couldn't afford it, and I wouldn't buy it even if I could, because the stuff didn't work. That is not objection.Zhiyun turned his face out of the car window. Well, even if you object!To be honest, I don't agree with a person who only cares about himself and beautifies himself.Especially for an intellectual, even less so. According to you, intellectuals deserve to die, they are unlucky, and if they study for a few more days, they will suffer everywhere. At least one should not think that one is taller than others just because one has studied for a few more days.In my opinion, people are only good or bad, there is no high or low, no one is higher than anyone else, and no one is lower than anyone else.But intellectuals have achieved more in society than ordinary people, and naturally they have greater responsibilities to society.Jiang Xiaofeng smiled, but his tone was quite stubborn.

Da Jiang, you have too many theories.Such people who often give lectures to girlfriends and instill great principles are not easy to find among foreign students.Zhiyun couldn't help laughing softly. I admit.Jiang Xiaofeng smiled and nodded indifferently.Not only is it not easy to find among international students, but it is also not easy to find in China.People are sweet like brothers and sisters when they fall in love. I am very envious, but I can't learn it.There is no way to do it without genius.Please bear with me on this point.He winked at Zhiyun. Dajiang, I like your uniqueness.Zhiyun said softly.

I know.If you don't like me, why are you willing to ask me to sit here and give you a lecture?he said humorously.Staring at Zhiyun for a while, he took her hand and held it tightly in his. Neither of them spoke, only the rumble of the train was heard. The nursing home is run by the Catholic Church, and the managers are all nuns.Zhiyun's job is to wash and brush the teeth of the elderly, push wheelchairs and take them for a walk, read newspapers and letters to them, and do small things such as fetching things and serving a cup of tea.Closed all day on Sunday. It sounds simple, but it is actually very hard. Can you really do it?When Jiang Xiaofeng was about to go down the mountain, he asked Zhiyun worriedly.

What can't be done?Didn't you say that no one is noble or humble?Aren't those people also human beings?Why can they do what I can't!Zhiyun said with a bit of sarcasm on purpose. They are not as delicate as you. Yeah?But I'm not as delicate as you think, I can do it.Don't you forget that it's true that you come to see me early on Sunday. Definitely, I will arrive at 9:00 in the morning and bring you domestic newspapers and magazines.Jiang Xiaofeng said and left.Zhiyun stood on the hillside watching him, Jiang Xiaofeng looked back frequently, the two waved and smiled at each other from a distance.It wasn't until Jiang Xiaofeng's shadow was completely invisible that Zhiyun slowly walked back.She had never even thought of such a sweet day before.

The scenery on the mountain is extremely beautiful, the mountain is full of pine forests, and the nursing home is next to a forest.Zhiyun's room is on the fifth floor. When you open the window, you will smell the fragrance of pine trees and hear the faint sound of pine waves. There are forty or fifty elderly people in the courtyard, the youngest one is over seventy-five years old, and some are so old that they don't even know their minds.Many of them have children and grandchildren, but the children and grandchildren each have their own homes. They have no time to take care of such old people, so they are sent to nursing homes.The happiest thing for the elderly is to receive a letter or package from the family at the foot of the mountain. If family members come to visit on Sunday, it will be a great event. Not only the person being visited is happy, but other elderly people also help Le, this great thing will be talked about over and over for a week or two.

The work is not too heavy, and the wheelchair is not as difficult to push as imagined. The old people are very fond of Zhiyun. When they see her, they smile with wrinkled old faces and call Zhiyun the little princess from the east. , the beautiful little angel, the angel sent from heaven, the messenger of spring.They asked Zhiyun about the family and social conditions in China, and asked how the elderly in China live.Zhiyun said that most of the elderly in China live with their children and grandchildren.They were amazed and sighed with envy. An old lady with only half of her teeth missing said: If only I were Chinese, I would not eat boiled yams and yogurt here every day.

There are at least sixty or seventy people in the nursing home, but they are either old people or nuns. The old people are talking nonsense or recalling things when they were young. The nuns don’t open their mouths easily.Although they were all very kind to Zhiyun, Zhiyun was still unbearably lonely.The days on the mountain were long and difficult, and what she had been waiting for all week was Jiang Xiaofeng's arrival.On the mountain, people's thoughts seem to be infiltrated by the fresh air, and become pure and clean. The bustling world below the mountain has been far away from them. The two people only have each other in their eyes, and their feelings are like sailing with the wind. Fast and straight down.Jiang Xiaofeng went up to the mountain to see Zhiyun almost every Sunday, and when he wasn't here, the two of them would write some affectionate letters, and the days passed by with infinite beauty.

Although the days in love are beautiful, lovers' quarrels and debates will increase relatively.When Jiang Xiaofeng came last week, the two debated for a long time, and finally Zhiyun said: You will make me angry when you come, don't come in the future!She was half-truthful when she said it.He also replied half-jokingly: "Okay, I won't come anymore."But when he returned home, he wrote a affectionate letter, saying: I'll take the first bus next week, wait for me at the station! Zhiyun arrived at the bus stop half an hour earlier, and because it was too early, he walked around the neighborhood.As she walked slowly, she thought: This time Jiang Xiaofeng will not argue with him, nor will he settle old scores with him.Last time, if it wasn't for her to turn over the past, the two of them wouldn't have spent the whole afternoon arguing.

The reason is that they brought up their first meeting. I was looking for Jinghui that day, even if I interrupted your composition, you shouldn't be so fierce to me.Zhiyun said reproachfully. that day?To be honest, I thought you were Japanese that day! You've said it all over again.I was just about to ask you: Where do I look like a Japanese?Do you have short legs?Upside down?Zhiyun stared at two big eyes that were slightly slanted, and deliberately raised his face, waiting for an answer. Because your skin is too white, that kind of white, a bit Japanese.Jiang Xiaofeng seemed to tease her intentionally, and smiled teasingly at her. Does being as white as a Japanese annoy you so much? As long as it is Japanese, no matter white, yellow, or red and black, I hate it all.Jiang Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders, half joking and half serious. If I was really Japanese would you come to me?Zhiyun took a challenging tone. I think that even the most incomprehensible person will say: No matter which country you are from, because you are me, I can't resist, so I love you.right?Unfortunately, I still want to be honest.If you are Japanese, I will definitely not go to you. Do you have such a deep prejudice against the Japanese?Zhiyun sighed greatly. Some things cannot be forgotten.Jiang Xiaofeng said coldly. What's up?Zhiyun looked at him puzzled. They killed my father.Jiang Xiaofeng's face sank in melancholy. Seeing Jiang Xiaofeng's expression, Zhiyun knew that this incident had touched his sore spot, so he stopped asking.Jiang Xiaofeng also quickly resumed talking and laughing, and somehow talked about Vienna.He said: The country of Austria is not good, the people are too lazy and not active enough.However, Vienna is a very pleasing city with a strong cultural atmosphere, especially for those of us who study music, where we really feel like a fish in water.If you want to go to a concert, you have the opportunity almost every day. Of course!Why isn't Vienna popular? Wei Wei is still there!As soon as Jiang Xiaofeng finished speaking, Zhiyun picked it up. Do you know Wei Wei?Jiang Xiaofeng asked in surprise. I have that qualification there, and I'm not a musician.Zhiyun had a sour tone. Why are you so sour, what does Wei Wei care about us?Jiang Xiaofeng smiled calmly. Of course it's our business.I want to know if you really love her? At that time, we really had a better time.Think about it, a well-bred lady with a pretty face, a bit of ink in her stomach, and a little thought in her head, who can talk to you about Mozart and recite Eliot's poems, how can you call me this kind of person? People are not tempted?Jiang Xiaofeng still spoke in that half-joking, half-serious tone. It's really easy, but you can't be tempted, why did you break up?Zhiyun asked with a sneer. Of course, love and marriage are two different things!Like me, a music student who has a lot of money, talking about love, is still poetic, talking about marriage?The conditions are too bad!No vision, no security, no sense of security.Jiang Xiaofeng touched his chin and said in a mocking tone: So, she married someone who could give her a sense of security. Are you still in love with her?Zhiyun said dejectedly. Who says I'm still in love with her? You said it yourself!We're really having a good time.Zhiyun imitated Jiang Xiaofeng's tone and made Jiang Xiaofeng laugh.so you hate her? I don't hate her either. oh!Forgive her! So you are also so good at fatigue bombing?Jiang Xiaofeng said helplessly.Why do you keep mentioning her?What did it matter to you, to her, or even to me or anyone that I didn't forgive her?Zhiyun, the cause of this phenomenon is not the fault of a single person, but the tragedy of the entire era.In our age, ideals are lacking, and people's hearts are completely corrupted by material desires.What makes me sad is this era, not hating or blaming a certain person. Unbelievable, it turns out that your love has something to do with the times!Zhiyun curled his lips ironically. The fact is that the relationship between men and women in this era is to talk about ideals when they are in love to increase poetry and create an extraordinary atmosphere.get married!The ideal becomes an obstacle, something so sour that it is unbearable.Marriage is as realistic as possible. You are too extreme a person to see things, but in fact, not everyone is like this. Hope this is not the case for everyone.At least hope you are an exception.The corners of Jiang Xiaofeng's mouth twitched, revealing his canine teeth in a smile. You are like a devil.She looked at him and shook her head. I'm like a devil?Jiang Xiaofeng made a face at her.That's not really a compliment. Da Jiang, why do we always have a debate when we are together?When you opened your mouth, what era, trend, ideal, etc.?Zhiyun asked suddenly. Because I care about these issues and feel important. Dajiang, don’t you think that your style and thinking are too rigid, not at all, not at all You don't understand tenderness at all, do you?Jiang Xiaofeng interrupted Zhiyun with a smile.If compared with the male protagonists in those romance novels, I'm simply a big stupid cow who doesn't understand style and tenderness.Those characters are so romantic and unrestrained, all they want is to fall in love, love to death, the greatest heroism is to fight desperately with their rivals, and the ultimate goal of life is to get married and have children.Getting married and having children is a good thing, and I have no objection, but if this is the most important goal of a person's life, his life is too simple. What nonsense are you talking about?Dajiang, you are like an unruly horse, as if nothing can restrain you, and you will run away at any time.Zhiyun blushed a little at his words. An unruly horse is not really unruly, it just cannot be locked in a stable.Its world is the wilderness, and it is to gallop with its energy.If someone understands its temperament, it can still be controlled.Jiang Xiaofeng grinned at Zhiyun. It is too laborious for anyone to control the wild horse.Zhiyun raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. Is it still too late for you to say something like this?Jiang Xiaofeng held her chin up with one hand. Well!Da Jiang, stop talking, you annoy me so much.Zhiyun brushed his hand away. You are annoying because your heart is pure, otherwise you would not feel anything. Last time, I just smacked all afternoon like that, today, Zhiyun vowed not to smack with him anymore. Finally, when the big car arrived, Jiang Xiaofeng walked down with a plastic bag and a smile on his face.Hello!Zhiyun.he is.Come and put your arms around her shoulders.Zhiyun raised his eyes to look at him, and the two burst out laughing at the same time. Zhiyun, I swear I won't have a debate with you today.Jiang Xiaofeng said. That's the best.I also swore.Zhiyun also said. They went again to the pine forest they had visited each time.The two talked too much, and when they found that there was a tendency to argue, they quickly stopped.Jiang Xiaofeng's plastic bag was full of newspapers and magazines, Zhiyun saw it, and said as if he had found a treasure: life will be easier now.Jiang Xiaofeng also brought sandwiches, bread and fruit for a picnic, and the two sat on the felled tree trunk and talked while eating.The little squirrels ran around them, Zhiyun threw a few peanuts on the ground, they snatched them away, and hurriedly buried them under the tree. After they were buried, they came to find new peanuts, and then buried them after they were found.Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng had a lot of fun watching it.There is a little breeze in the woods, sending bursts of tree fragrance. Although it is midsummer, because of the high mountains, the forest is still a bit cold in early spring.Jiang Xiaofeng put his arms around Zhiyun's shoulders, Zhiyun leaned on Jiang Xiaofeng's body, flipped through the newspapers and magazines he brought, and naturally talked about life in China.Too many memories, too much nostalgia, both of them complained that their country was too far away, so the topic of conversation became nostalgia again. Let's go back together in the future!Jiang Xiaofeng said. go back?Zhiyun's instinctive reaction to this proposal was surprise. Don't you want to go back?This is not our place, what are we doing here?Wouldn't it be nice to go back and do something for your country?Jiang Xiaofeng said gently. Go back and advocate singing our songs?As soon as he mentioned it back, Zhiyun became preoccupied. Well, don't you agree? Appreciate is agree.But you play our song, what should I do?She said casually. Of course we do it together! I'm not a music student. But you are a literature student, you can write, and you can’t just have a score, you have to have words when creating a song.I compose music, you write lyrics, and we cooperate to create the voice of the Chinese nation. How meaningful and wonderful that is.Jiang Xiaofeng said enthusiastically. oh?Zhiyun let out a disbelief. She lived to be 22 or 3 years old, and she only knew how to be a good child at home, a good student at school, study hard, keep herself safe, maintain a ladylike charm, and never have a boyfriend.I usually read novels, watch movies, and flip through fashion magazines.Occasionally, when the mood comes, she writes a lyrical poem or a beautiful prose, which makes her considered a talented woman by the people around her. It is enough for a talented woman to have talent, and there is no need to compete with ordinary girls. .In addition to being a talented woman, she is also beautiful, and those who pursue her are all amazed by her beauty and talent.She always thought that she had already possessed all the conditions of an outstanding woman. The word ideal had always been unfamiliar to her. If she talked about her ideal, it was nothing more than finishing her studies and settling down in a foreign country like many overseas students.She never expected to be involved in the work of creating the voice of the Chinese nation.What a big topic!related to the entire Chinese nation.If someone else said that, she might laugh out loud, Ling Yun was often teased by her before.But from Jiang Xiaofeng's mouth, she couldn't laugh.Because he's a guy like that.When I met him these days, he gave her the impression that he didn't belong to a fixed small world.But for yourself, isn't this mission too big?She thought suspiciously and said: can i why can't youYou're smart, thoughtful, rooted, passionate, and that's enough.You are a person who reads Chinese literature. Who else is more qualified to do this kind of work of arousing national consciousness except you?Jiang Xiaofeng looked at her encouragingly. Wu Zhiyun's suspicion turned into excitement, she thought: Yes!I read so many books, for what?If a person studies only to enrich himself, the goal is too small! Dajiang, you made me re-evaluate my life.A faint blush appeared on Zhiyun's fair cheeks, and his voice was very soft, but he couldn't hide his excitement. Really?Do I have that strength?Jiang Xiaofeng stared at her. Da Jiang, in the whole world, only you have this power. Zhiyun Jiang Xiaofeng was so moved that he was speechless for a long time.He never thought that she would be willing to go back to the country with him so easily and pursue a common ideal. Yes, it is not his only ideal to create our own voice now, but their common ideal.How lucky is he to have such a like-minded and understanding confidant in his lonely life journey?He thought about it and said: Zhiyun, you see, how lucky we are, we not only love each other, but also have a common goal.He held Zhiyun's hand tightly, and said: The value of life lies in a single thought of a person.Life is just a simple existence, and the will is the master who governs it.Many people are just afraid that life is not long enough, but they don't give it value, and live their lives in a daze.Sometimes I feel that meaningless life is scarier than death. Zhiyun didn't speak, just listened quietly.She felt that Jiang Xiaofeng was really different from anyone else. When other men chased her, he invited her to the movies, restaurants, and dances. He had a full set of gentleman's etiquette. He said that Ms. Yu was good, but he kept Ms. Yu short, and he treated her like a queen and princess. .Jiang Xiaofeng didn't do this from the beginning, he seemed to ignore those gentleman's etiquette, he could say what he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted, he was a 100% natural person.The ambition of others is to study for a degree, or else to find a way to make a fortune.He is single-minded to create our song.He is so out of line and out of fashion, but she appreciates him and loves him, although since she fell in love with him, those hidden troubles have become more and more apparent and enlarged. Seeing that Zhiyun was silent, Jiang Xiaofeng said enthusiastically: Really, we collaborate, you write the lyrics and I compose the music.That must be good, don't you think? certainly.Da Jiang, that must be very good.Zhiyun looked at him and said in bewilderment. They have the best day ever.At dusk, Jiang Xiaofeng went down the mountain, Zhiyun sent him to the bus stop, and the two parted reluctantly.On the way back, Zhiyun thought that it would be a full two weeks before Jiang Xiaofeng could see her again, and felt a little disappointed.He could have come next Sunday, but the tickets were too expensive and they had no money. After dinner, Zhiyun went back to her hut on the fifth floor.The excitement gradually calmed down, but the buried shadow gradually expanded, and this shadow would expand as soon as it touched the real problem. Jiang Xiaofeng kept saying that he wanted to return to China, and that they were like-minded and would work together to create a common ideal.That obviously meant that they would go back together, get married, and stay together for the rest of their lives.Of course there is nothing wrong with this idea, so what if the couple who love each other don't want to stay together for the rest of their lives?The question is, how can she go back?How to explain Jiang Xiaofeng to the family?Will his parents accept him?Will she be allowed to go back?What is the purpose of taking so much effort to send her out?But if she went back to China with Jiang Xiaofeng alone, if her parents were not angry, they would be ashamed to see relatives and friends without face.In the eyes of his parents, there is no doubt that Jiang Xiaofeng is a person who has no future, no ambitions, and no foundation.In her last letter, her mother reminded her again and again, telling her not to get lost in love, and to make friends must pay enough conditions.In the end, she was so in love with her that she lost her head, and the friends she made were not enough at all.But she has already fallen into the cloud and mist that Jiang Xiaofeng woven with love, unable to see the world other than him, and unable to get out. Before going to sleep, when Zhiyun went to draw the curtains, he suddenly saw a round moon hanging in the sky.She thought the moon was so round, it must be the fourteenth or fifteenth or sixteenth day of the lunar calendar!Wondering what day it is?I don't even have a calendar with a lunar calendar at hand.Feeling emotional, sleepiness is gone, I just leaned on the window sill to look at the moon, thinking about what my family and friends are doing?Did they see the moon too?Would they think that I was alone on the fifth floor of a nursing home on a mountain in Germany, looking at the moon alone, missing my family and friends?What is the purpose of my coming to a foreign country?Mother's words: All the power of the whole family is invested in you.It often rings in her ears like an alarm bell. She has not forgotten her responsibilities to her family, so she has always been extremely heavy mentally, as if she was oppressed by something.Sometimes she couldn't help blaming her mother, thinking that her mother shouldn't instill in her the idea that she must go abroad, and she shouldn't have to go to such great lengths to send her out, let alone allow her to go out and not go back.Can my mother understand her feeling of looking at the moon on a high mountain?In fact, Jiang Xiaofeng's meaning can be considered.What's wrong with two people who love each other and go back together and do something for their country?At least it is more meaningful than enduring this loneliness abroad, right?Looking at the faint moonlight, Zhiyun felt even more conflicted and confused about the future, so he couldn't help but shed tears.She didn't close the window until the sound of pines roared and the coolness of night soaked her.Impulsive, she immediately wrote a letter to her mother.She dared not mention Jiang Xiaofeng.However, there are a few words in it to test the desire to return to China. Mom, the mountain is so high that the moon looks bright and small.I looked forward desperately in the moonlight, just to see you.But all I see are mountains, trees, and vast clouds.Mom, I am too far away from you, I can't imagine, if it goes on for a long time, I will not be able to bear the pain of missing. Mom, do you want your daughter to come back to you again?Early the next morning, she dropped the letter in the mailbox in front of the gate. Eight days later, my mother's reply came.There were still so many exhortations in the letter, telling her to pay attention to her health, not to work too hard, etc., and finally mentioned something about her wanting to go back.My mother said: You have not been abroad for a long time, of course you will inevitably be homesick. When everything is settled and you get what you want, you will not be so homesick.Of course, life abroad is much better than at home. Since it is so difficult to go out, how can it be easy to come back?Stop talking childishly, just stay there!You should always pay attention to lifelong events, don't delay, now a lot of female international students get divorced Holding the mother's letter, Zhiyun sighed helplessly.It seemed that since he left the country, he had nowhere to go, so he had to stay here.The mother thought she was being childish, and didn't take her intention of returning to China seriously at all.Of course, how can such a strong mother believe that her daughter is so unambitious?It's only been half a year since I left the country and I'm thinking about going back!If my mother knew that she was influenced by Jiang Xiaofeng, if she knew that she fell in love with Jiang Xiaofeng like this, how anxious would she be? The problem was a hard knot stuck in her heart, and the more she wanted to open it, the more she couldn't open it.She didn't bother to think about it anymore, she changed into the assistant nurse's clothes, put on a white apron, and put on a white hat, and went to serve the old people assigned to her, listening to their stereotyped conversations.In the days that seemed like years, Jiang Xiaofeng was her only hope. Jiang Xiaofeng finally came, and they spent another whole day in the pine forest. How's your day on the mountain?Jiang Xiaofeng asked. When people are on the mountain, their moods are different. Many things that they usually care about will be ignored, and many enjoyments that are considered important are not important anymore.It's not that I'm not used to living here, it's that being with those old people and nuns is too boring and boring.Zhiyun said dejectedly.Loneliness came from her demeanor. Come back to Munich next week and have fun! Zhiyun shook his head and said resentfully: No, I don't even have a place to live. I can only go back to the dormitory when the next semester starts. Then, I will come to see you every week in the future!Jiang Xiaofeng said thoughtfully. These words brightened Zhiyun's gloomy eyes again.Being with Jiang Xiaofeng on the mountain is her greatest happiness.Here, she can't think of going to a movie or listening to a concert, nor can she think of going shopping to look at the windows, let alone being envious of other people's well-dressed clothes, or spending money for others.She seldom dresses herself up. After work, she always wears a pair of half-worn jeans. She wears a shirt on top when it’s hot, and a sweater when it’s cold.But the people on the mountain kept praising her as a fairy and a lovely oriental beauty.Jiang Xiaofeng also said to her: You are suitable for a natural life, and you are more beautiful and moving than at the foot of the mountain. When Jiang Xiaofeng was around, she herself felt that she was suitable for living in nature. The pine forests on the mountain, the trails, and the small pool not far away all became their paradise. Zhiyun and Jiang Xiaofeng found that transparent green pool when they were wandering in the woods, and they fell in love with it immediately.They had a picnic there and talked there all afternoon, Zhiyun went to wash his hands in the pool, the water was like ice, she cried out, Jiang Xiaofeng went to pull her up, the two of them laughed together. Zhiyun, did you write the lyrics?When they finished talking and laughing, Jiang Xiaofeng asked. lyrics?Zhiyun couldn't figure out what he was referring to? Didn't we agree to collaborate on a song?I thought about it.We're going to create an entire songbook called Our Songs.You write the lyrics, I compose the music, and I do what I say.Zhiyun, shall we start working together?Jiang Xiaofeng waited eagerly for her answer. I'm a complete layman, do you really want me to try?Zhiyun looked at him suspiciously. Why not try it, it's not difficult, what kind of person is an expert?Really, Zhiyun, give it a try, you can write the first opening line first, and call it our song.The words and sentences should be popular, sincere, kind, and a bit rigid, so that everyone can accept them. Zhiyun couldn't help laughing and said: It is not difficult to say!There are so many rules. After Jiang Xiaofeng went down the mountain, Zhiyun really used his brains to compose lyrics. She is really a layman for this work. She writes and tore it up, tore it up and writes it again.She does it in her little room every night after work.In this way, I don't feel lonely or bored, and life becomes interesting instead.After tearing up a lot of blank paper, she finally wrote the lyrics of a song called us.When Jiang Xiaofeng came on Sunday, she shyly handed it over to him. I'm not responsible if it doesn't work.Like I said, I'm a complete amateur at writing lyrics. Jiang Xiaofeng took it and looked at it carefully.Our song is like this: sing, my countrymen sing our song Five thousand years of culture of the Chinese nation blooming bright flowers gave birth to its own voice, its own tune, its own song Our song comes from the bright sun and moonlight Our song comes from the majestic mountains and rivers Our song comes from the fragrant soil of the motherland Our song comes from the deep-rooted nostalgia for our homeland Our song comes from endless love in our hearts Our songs come from ourselves Our song is our song, the song sung by the sons and daughters of China sing, my countrymen sing our song Our song is the cry of our soul Our song is the symbol of our nation Our song is our pride and glory Our song, let's remember we are mother's children Our song, let us not forget that we are the sons and daughters of China Our song, let us wish to be descendants of Yan Huang Our song, let us bravely bear the internal and external troubles for thousands of years Our song, let us know joy and suffering Our song makes us straighten our backs and stand like a mountain in the tide Our song stirs our blood Our song, tell us, be a proud Chinese Our song, our song, we'll sing our song Sing, my countrymen, let us join hands, shoulder to shoulder, and sing our song with one voice. sing our song Sing, sing, sing, keep singing whether it rises or sets no matter it's rainy no matter it's a torrent no matter how rough it is We're going to sing our song, our song, our song Sing, sing, sing, keep singing The sky will grow old and the earth will be barren, but our singing will always be loud and clear sing, my countrymen sing our song Sing, sing, sing, keep singing sing our song Our song, our song, our song. After Jiang Xiaofeng finished reading, he remained silent for a long time, still looking down at the paper. Not good, is it?Don't force it if you can't use it, just throw it away.Zhiyun said. Jiang Xiaofeng slowly raised his eyes from the paper, and looked at her piercingly. Zhiyun, I am ashamed.I have always underestimated you, thinking that you are just a little more thoughtful than the average girl nowadays, and you are also a flower in the greenhouse.From the lyrics you wrote, I know I was wrong.Zhiyun, you are enthusiastic, powerful, and caring. You are not an ordinary girl.Zhiyun, you really make me proud.This is just the opening line, you have to keep writing.We're going to write an entire book of ours!Perhaps because he was too excited, his voice seemed a little hurried. do you really feel goodZhiyun was so happy that his cheeks flushed pink with excitement.really work? Of course, I will compose the music when I go back tonight.Jiang Xiaofeng said happily.While looking at the lyrics, he hummed softly. Come, Zhiyun, sit here, let's try it together, how to sing it. He pointed to a large tree trunk that fell on the ground, and Zhiyun went over, and the two sat down side by side. Jiang Xiaofeng took out a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket, hummed softly, and wrote down the score. Do you think this song is suitable?He sang to her in a low voice.After listening for a while, Zhiyun smiled softly and said: My word can become so beautiful! It doesn't sound good, I have to remake it when I go back, I need to polish it, it will be better.He closed the little book and tapped on it lightly with a pencil.Zhiyun, you haven’t heard of my works until now!Sorry tone. I have heard.Zhiyun raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, quite mysterious. have you heardwhen?Jiang Xiaofeng couldn't hide his joy and surprise. It was the day I broke into the piano room, I listened outside for a long time, and thought it was Jinghui playing it!Only when I broke in did I know it was you.Zhiyun said. Jiang Xiaofeng stared at Zhiyun in a daze for a while, then turned gentle as if realizing something, he held her face in his arms, and kissed her gently.I understand, Zhiyun, I understand, you are my bosom friend.he murmured.The whole person is immersed in happiness.I wanted to say it, but now I feel the need to say it.Zhiyun, we must get married in the future, right?He looked down at her expectantly. Wu Zhiyun was a little shy and couldn't answer for a while. I think we should go back together.Zhiyun, I originally planned to go back by the end of the year at the latest. end of the year?Zhiyun frowned in embarrassment.Da Jiang, why are you in such a hurry to go back?Wouldn't it be better to learn more abroad and enrich yourself? Everyone in a foreign country says to enrich themselves more, but there is no limit to enrichment.I have been out for five or six years, how long is my life in total?I can't enrich myself in a foreign country all my life, can I?The purpose of my coming out was originally to go back and do something. But I just came out not long ago.Zhiyun said with a good reason. I thought about it, if you study Chinese, the domestic environment is many times better than here.Studying Chinese should be done in China, not in Germany.Jiang Xiaofeng tried his best to speak tactfully, but Zhiyun still didn't sound like it. According to you, people who deal with Chinese things are not qualified to come to foreign countries at all.she asked in disgust.Pick up a branch on the ground, and slowly peel off the skin on it with your hands. Whoever wants to go abroad is his freedom, and there is no qualification, but you can't say that you have to stay abroad to study Chinese. Jiang Xiaofeng took off the branch and threw it aside, and took Zhiyun's hands.Looking at her: Zhiyun, don't you want to marry me?If you are like many girls and ask me to give you a sense of security, to settle in a foreign country, to buy a house, to buy a car, I can't do it.But I can give you another life, a life with a wider content and a bigger purpose.Zhiyun, let's go back and get married!He looked at her fixedly, eagerly waiting for her answer. Oe.Zhiyun lowered his eyelids, and said with difficulty: Dajiang, you know, many parents in China expect their children. My parents, who are also ordinary parents, also expect that from me.My family situation is not as good as it looks on the outside. It took a lot of effort for me to go abroad.Think about it, how can I go back like this? oh?Jiang Xiaofeng was stunned by the sudden realization, he hadn't thought of this at all.You mean, you can't go back at all? At least not now.Zhiyun recalled what his mother said in the letter, and said hesitantly: To be honest, I dare not tell my family about us now.In order to save them, she smiled awkwardly and continued talking instead. I understand.Your family will never accept a person like me, they will object, so you dare not speak.Yes or no?Jiang Xiaofeng sat up straight, with a cold smile on his lips. 大江，你該懂得做父母的心，他們只要兒女幸福，少吃苦，並不關心他的目標大還是小。而且目標的大小，他們有另一種看法。織雲自以為用詞很含蓄、委婉的說。 以他們的目標來評定，我想做的事是不值一文，毫無意義，是吧？而你是聽話的好孩子，預備順著他們的意思去找個有安全感的平凡生活，對吧！如果你的目標是這樣，我們就不必談下去了。我們的想法差得太遠了。江嘯風收回了他握著織雲的手。 大江，看你這脾氣，怎麼這樣容易激動？織雲看著他那張掛著失望的臉，只好勉強做出點微笑。大江，為了我，你一點也不肯犧牲嗎？ 如果現在突然發生了甚麼災難，我們兩個人之中只能活一個，我會毫不猶疑的把活的機會讓給你。如果我們只有夠一個人吃的東西，另一個必需挨餓，我就情願做那餓肚子的。這樣的犧牲，我能。可是，說句真心話，織雲，無論我怎麼樣愛你，也不能犧牲我的理想，如果放棄理想，我會覺得空到世界上跑一趟，會覺得白活了，會永遠不快活。Jiang Xiaofeng said.聲音雖然不是很高，卻每一個字都清清楚楚，鏗鏘有力。 大江。織雲的煩惱布滿在臉上。你總說要回去提倡自己的音樂，創作我們的歌，可是又說並不想做教授。那麼，你到底是要怎麼做呢？ 我認為，音樂並不只屬於少數人，也不光屬於學院裏，更不是給人在穿暖吃飽之餘取樂的。它代表一個民族的心聲。我要把我們的歌從基層發起，要每一個人都聽、都唱，特別是那些認為只要是洋歌就了不起、看不起自己音樂的人。或是那些對靡靡之音迷得如醉如癡、商女不知亡國恨那一類型的人。更得聽、更得唱，更要知道中國人要唱中國自己的歌。我會找些志同道合的朋友，組織合唱團，到鄉村城鎮去免費演唱，讓每個人都知道我們有自己的歌。當然，我還是會教書，可是我不想教大學，倒想教師範，因為師範的學生就是未來的小學老師，他們會在孩子們一開始受教育的時候，就讓他們懂得一個國民唱自己的歌是多麼重要。如果今天每個中國孩子都唱中國自己的歌，十年二十年之後，不就每個中國人都唱自己的歌了嗎？或者我根本就自己去教小學，我原來就是小學教師出身的江嘯風滔滔不絕的說，早已從坐著的樹幹上站起來，偶爾比比手勢，以加重語氣。他那雙常常像有音樂的眼睛，這時沒有音樂了，只有一股希望的狂熱，那股熱，讓人躭心會隨時化成火焰冒出來，他輪廓清晰的面孔上，有著煥發的神采。長長的身軀，寬闊的肩勝，彷彿就接著那些千年的老松樹，和樹梢頂上的藍天。 織雲迷惘的看著他，心中震撼的感動。她知道世界上的男人有很多種，但還不曾知道有江嘯風這樣的男人。他彷彿完全忘記了自身的榮辱利祿，也無視於身外的現實世界，他就活在理想、幻想和夢想中。她覺得他的品質很偉大，但這樣的品質用到實際生活上，並不是讓人很容易就能接受的。至少，她不能忍受他只想做個小學教員的志向。 大江，理想和現實是兩回事。像你這樣只為理想而活的人並不多。織雲沉吟了一會，終於這麼說。 如果一個人沒有勇氣把理想和現實化成一回事，那就不成其為理想，而是空想。江嘯風答得乾脆利落。 你對一般人不能這樣要求，這境界太高了，芸芸眾生中有幾個人能達得到？ 織雲，這個話真不像你說的。對於別人，我不要求。可是對於我愛、也愛我的人，我就要求。除非你不愛我。不然，我就這麼要求你。江嘯風又犯了他固執的老毛病。頭一使勁，額前的頭髮又盪浪下來了，完全是電影上性格人物的造型。 我並不就是一個人，我後面還有別人。織雲悻悻的說。 假如你認為你父母的想法對，你要依照他們的希望做的話，你又何必愛我呢？織雲，你的言行不能合一，你矛盾。江嘯風也悻悻然。 織雲默默無言，又從地上撿個樹枝，慢慢剝著。 大江，別逼我。我是矛盾，可是我又沒辦法讓自己不矛盾。她並不去看江嘯風，就專心剝那樹枝。 江嘯風注視了她一會，心軟了，又坐回她的身邊。 織雲，依你說，我們該怎麼辦？他又拿去樹枝，把她的手握在掌中。聲音也恢復了柔和。 大江，唸個博士學位出來好嗎？織雲抬起眼睛對著他。 唸個博士，為甚麼？江嘯風不解的問。 因為，我的父母早就認定我非嫁個博士不可的。你弄音樂，已經不合他們的要求，再沒有博士學位，他們就更不能接受了。 This is ridiculous.江嘯風的聲調又不那麼柔和了。只為了你父母的虛榮心，我就得去唸博士？他牽開嘴角冷笑。 大江，你就一點都不肯遷就我的父母嗎？織雲哀怨的道。 看她那無助的樣子，江嘯風就收住了冷笑。 因為那太不合理。學作曲的人，最重要的是他能不能作出好的曲子來，至於有沒有博士頭銜，完全不重要。如果我想要那個頭銜的話，早就唸了，我從來沒覺得有必要去唸。 那麼，你叫我怎麼跟家裏開口呢？織雲為難的看著江嘯風。 江嘯風沉思著。 唸個博士出來，至少得四五年。口氣已經活動了。 為了我們長長的一生，犧牲四五年的功夫還算長嗎？ 當然，喔為了我們長長的一生江嘯風咀嚼著這句話，整個人被幸福包圍了。為自己的強硬、不肯妥協，感到些微的歉意。 他想：織雲這樣愛他、信任他，只要他有博士學位，讓她能跟家裏交代，就願意跟他回去，創造共同的理想，那該是多讓人振奮、多美好的事。他的腦子裏已出現了一幅美麗的圖畫。在祖國的土地上，在一盞明亮的燈下，他坐在鋼琴前譜曲子，她在書桌上絞腦汁、寫歌詞。他們的題材取自壯麗的山川海洋，古老的文化，欣欣向榮的社會，善良而熱愛生命的人群。他們合作的歌曲，將由每一個中國人唱，他們的歌將使每個中國人唱出自己的聲音，自己的歌。多少年以後，當他們老了、死了，中國人還在唱他們合作的歌。不，在唱更新的中國歌，由於他們的提倡、推廣，一定會有很多有志於音樂的年輕人，創造更好更完善的我們的歌，他們只是開路者，做了開始的工作，以後就一代接著一代，進入坦途，一定會有很多有心人跟著來的。她是多麼純潔、重感情、有靈性的一個女孩子，換了別的女孩子，誰會傻得跟他一起做這吃力卻不見得討好的事。是的，為了長長的一生，在國外再耽擱四五年又算得了甚麼？雖然他不願意這麼做，她的要求也並不對，但風氣如此、潮流如此，像她這樣嬌貴的女孩子，有這樣的思想和決心已經不錯了，怎麼忍得再加重她內心的負擔？使她在父母面前為難？ 江嘯風想著長嘆一聲，臉上的表情變得更溫柔了。 織雲，你說得對，為了我們長長的一生，犧牲四五年的時間也算不了甚麼。我就聽你的話，從下學期開始，攻博士吧！我明天就去找教授。He said.