When the sun came up, it was a long night in the village. At that time, the village's electricity is still unstable, dark down to eat dinner, eat dinner to the neighbor's home to sneak around to eliminate the food on the sleep. I was very accidental, I was very skinny, a fierce Zha to a stone, cracked his head, stitched up a dozen stitches in their home hanging medicinal water.
Sleeping in a daze, steeply heard a crack of a sound, followed by a miserable erhu sound rang up. The sound was mournful, like a crazy woman, or howling, or sobbing. This is my impression of the erhu after listening to a lot of music, then only think it is good to listen to, perhaps my interest in music is also the source of the sound of the erhu.
The female healer would play the erhu in the evenings when she was free, and I have listened to it many times since then. She played the erhu look I still remember, extremely involved, see her hand in the pull between the extreme flavor. She smoked cigarettes and would light one when discussing the erhu with other people, but never when playing the erhu. Sometimes someone will also take the suona together, but do not like, too noisy, can not hear the flavor of the erhu that melodious to hoarse. Therefore, in many cases, I prefer light music, too noisy places do not want to go.
Then they divorced, each living their own lives, she went to another yard to live alone, and never heard her erhu, and did not see her again. In the study time also heard the teacher played the blind Ah Bing's "two springs reflecting the moon", after that never heard the erhu. Last year I went home and saw the old healer of old age, with white hair and good health, but no longer have that talented flavor of the year.
Just last night, in the neighborhood fitness plaza, I once again heard the erhu. A few old masters in a group of square dance in a group of older women appear to stand out, a few white porcelain teapot is also very conspicuous, the erhu pulling a different flavor. I listened for a short while, touched the scar left on my head, low laugh, and left noiselessly.
The most interesting thing about a person's experience is the various kinds of chance, this kind of chance with a colorful ` flavor, and even some inevitable meaning. The Buddha said, "All laws are born, all are destiny." Eileen Chang said, "In the millions of people to meet the person you want to meet, in the millions of years, the end of time." There is a flavor of destiny, it is just a kind of accidental to the inevitable cycle of cause and effect.
Wrong or right? There is no answer, or no right or wrong. Whether it is affection, love or friendship, it is never a person's business. Time is always full of countless doomed accidents, and all the feelings, in the lost and picked up to get the balance. Remember the words of Xue Xiaochan: "People talk about people's destiny, things talk about the destiny of things."
Walked around the neighborhood many, many times. I looked at the lovers walking on the road, looked at the hasty returnees, looked at the people holding puppies, running exercise, and then looked up at the full moon in the sky, contented.
Not to bother, perhaps the best place to go. Erhu is ultimately just one of my feelings, in the uninitiated years, the most melodious music. Or in the moment of the head down, there is a trace of the sound of the erhu chat to comfort.