Apocalyptic Forecast

Once again I saw Ai Qing in Vienna six years later.

She supported crutches, walked on the red carpet, walked into the golden hall that Huai Shi had dreamed of, and stood next to her piano, with applause and admiration from all over the world.

And Huai Shi and the teacher sat under the stage.

Witness the arrival of the pinnacle of her life.

"Do you envy?" The teacher sitting beside him asked, "If you didn't give up, you might be standing here now."

"To be honest, a bit."

Huai Shi nodded, and immediately shook his head indifferently: "But I missed it, didn't I?"

"Now it's too late to pick up the cello again." The teacher said, "It doesn't matter if I start from the beginning. It happened that I recently retired and I'm very busy."

"... Thinking for a while, it was still very difficult."

Huai Shi smiled bitterly and looked down at his callous-covered hands: "To be honest, I'm not even good at bow techniques, and I don't have time to learn from scratch."

"Are Northwest busy?"

"The water conservancy project is very troublesome, and the budget is not enough. In many cases, it can only be taken off in person." Huai Shi shrugged: "To be honest, there are very few baths. This time I washed it in the hotel several times, feeling the hair and the hair There is a smell of earth on the ground ...... When I come here, I feel that the soil is rustic, which is embarrassing to Xiao Qing. "

He has been wandering around the world like a wanderer these years.

Seeing too many people who were as helpless as he was, even if they tried their best to do something they could, it was still not enough.

What can you accomplish with all one's strength?

With the really huge difficulties, the money enough to make a person worry-free for a lifetime is still too small.

It can't even bring a little insignificant water source to the villages on the wasteland that are trapped and dry.

He could only try hard again.

But it has little effect.

"Just come if you can." The teacher patted his knee and stared at his daughter on the stage: "How were you talking backstage just now?"

"Several sentences." Huai Shi shook his head: "After a long time, it's too strange, but I don't know what to talk about. I can only ask each other like a stranger-every time she is so cold, always let me I suspect I did something wrong. "

"Everyone makes mistakes. If a person can't make mistakes while alive, it would be too sad."

The teacher comforted him: "Although most of the time I think you give up the cello is a mistake, but sometimes also think, if you do not give up, you may not have the achievements you have today, nor can you help so many people.

Student aid programs, dawn education, and water source projects ... Many people achieve it because of you. Huai Shi does not need depression. You should raise your head for them. "

Huai Shi nodded and said nothing.

"The show is over, let's pick her up in the background."

The teacher slowly stood up, Huai Shi reached out to support her, only to realize that wrinkles had appeared on the back of her hand, unconsciously, her hair gradually revealed a trace of white.

Huai Shi froze.

"I'm old, is this something surprising?" The teacher laughed softly.

"It's only fifty years old and still young." Huaixi said.

"You are still young."

The teacher said, "You still have the opportunity to make mistakes, before you get old--"

She always whispered and treated others gently.

No matter how rebellious children are, they can smile and guide them on the right track.

As long as she is behind, Huaishi can move forward with confidence.

But a year later, he suddenly received the news that the teacher was in critical condition.

Sudden cerebral hemorrhage.

It is said that he fell when descending the steps.

At the time, Huai Shi was on the construction site and received a call from Ai Qing. When the other end of the phone told him the news, he fell into a daze.

Unbelievably stunned.

At that time, everyone was still celebrating the completion of the project. In a beaming atmosphere, Huai Shi was paralyzed on the ground. Several confused children surrounded him, trying to pull him up, but feeling that the uncle was like a stone.

So heavy and no temperature.

Huai Shi lost his soul and said goodbye to his colleagues, took a six-hour car to the airport, and after waiting for the middle of the night, he took a plane and rushed to Xinhai.

When the plane finally rose from the ground, he suddenly remembered what the teacher had said.

"Even if art itself has the greatest attraction, it can't be compared to the more intuitive and heavy things ... Huai Shi, art floats in the clouds, but some people will not be able to adapt to the floating life, and will choose to be more suitable Actually go to the ground. "

Once when he chose to step on the ground, he never found a place of reassurance, but when he flew into the clouds again, he found that he was almost unable to find a home.

He covered his face and finally made a vague cry.

Like a child who lost her mother.

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When Huaixi arrived in the ward, the teacher was already awake.

It seems to have run out of all good luck in this life.

Just a false alarm.

Outside of the ward, after hearing the situation, he collapsed on the ground, sweating, and his hands trembling and crawling up, he could not help laughing like a fool.

While Ai Qing was there, he grabbed the doctor's hand and asked about the condition again and again, and then asked about the matters needing attention. The question was lost, the doctor seemed to see more, but just patted his shoulder, waiting for him to finally calm down.

Sitting in a chair outside the ward, waiting dullly.

Until the door was pushed open, Ai Qing, who was on crutches, came out and told him: "Mother is waiting for you inside."

He hesitated for a long time, but could not summon up the courage.

Suddenly kicked from behind.

It's Ai Qing.

"Hesitating, hesitating."

She closed the door.

Huai Shi froze for a long time: "Is the leg ready? When?"

"Year ago, she had surgery."

The old man in the bed uttered a voice: "I wanted to tell you, but stopped by her, she always wanted to be like now ... haha, scared?"

The old man's pale face squeezed out a mischievous smile.

I don't know what I mean by my condition.

Or Ai Qing's recovery.

Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help but relieved: "Teacher, you're fine."

"It just fell, you don't need to make a fuss." The teacher shook his head: "You have gone too far? It took so long on the road ... If I was ill, wouldn't I see the last one."

"Sorry." Huai Shi bowed his head.

The teacher on the bed laughed: "Sorry, it proves that you think you made a mistake-you always seem to be making mistakes, Huaishi."

"Yeah." Huai Shi nodded.

"But one person has to do the right thing all his life, doesn't he?

In the long silence, Huai Shi froze.

I ca n’t refute it, but ... I do n’t know what to say.

He can only bow his head: "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about me, Huai Shi." The old man shook his head: "What have you done in these years ... Liming Education, the Northwest Water Conservancy Project, and the student assistance program, are these wrong? Everyone is thanking The help you did for them, Huai Shi, but did you forget yourself? "

"I'm just……"

"You just haven't found it, I know." The old man sighed. "But shouldn't you help yourself before helping everyone?"

"Why can't you look back occasionally when you go forward?" The old man looked at his eyes and whispered, "Take a look at me, take a look at Xiaoqing, take a look at your friends ... Because we are watching you, waiting for you to come back one day. "

"..."

Huai Shi froze in place.

In the silence, the old man listened to the music on the TV and hummed softly: "Howmanyroadsmustamanwalkdown?"

How many paths must a person take to become a man?

Huai Shi did not know.

But at this moment, he had an unprecedented remorse and anxiety: how long has he walked, and how long have those who stared at him wait?

Is it so important to be a man?

In recent years, he has traveled all over the world in panic and daze, as if he is homeless like a wandering soul. Even if he does all his hard work to do those things, can he really be satisfied?

"Huai Shi, love will make people choose to wait." The teacher suddenly said softly: "But, don't let the person who loves you wait too long."

At that moment, he finally realized in surprise.

"understood?"

The old man laughed, raised his hand gently, and combed his hair for him, happy: "Go, go-do the right thing.

You still have the possibility to save it all, before you really get old. "

Huai Shi gave the teacher a reluctant look, turned around, and ran away.

Almost hitting Ai Qing at the door.

"Crazy!" Ai Qing stared at him stunnedly, turned back blankly, and looked at his mother: "What's wrong with him? Taking drugs?"

The old man on the bed laughed.

"Probably ... has you finally grown up?"

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Huai Shi ran in the wind.

He dragged the cumbersome backpack and tossed it aside, ripped the bow tie, and ran hard, as if instinctively rushing to a place, to a place where someone is.

Go where she is waiting for herself.

Until tired and difficult to breathe, staggering forward, finally found that the silhouette more and more clear in that memory.

She is still there.

When he looked back in amazement, he saw the face that had been far away for a long time, and the sincere silhouette of the former boy remained faintly.

Even so embarrassed.

For a moment, Huai Shi felt unprecedented luck.

Thank goodness.

She's still here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Huai Shi exhausted her last strength, sucked deeply and summoned all the courage.

"Fu Yi."

He said, "I have something to tell you—"

Since then, it has been a long time.

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【Theend · One of them】

Then, when everything ushered in the end.

Time reopens and Vientiane is updated.

Huai Shi opened his eyes again, and heard the sound of deja vu.

"Name?"

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