Meeting is a song and an essay.

Passing Yantai, it was a rainy spring rain. Wei Heng and I stood by the road downstairs in her house with umbrellas, waiting for her arrival.

As soon as I arrived in Yantai, I called her and asked her to meet. It's rare to go back to my hometown once. Without seeing her, my trip to my hometown would be incomplete.

A taxi stopped next to us. An old lady in a red cashmere sweater and a blue suit got off the bus. As soon as I saw her figure, I knew it was her But after 42 years of polishing, the old man has turned the girl who always smiles and flirts in my heart into an old man without childlike innocence. I smiled and stepped forward to hold her hand. And my old face covered with time dust can remind her of the naughty boy who loved to play basketball on the playground in middle school?

Her eyes are still so gentle. Her voice is not old either. She said, How many times have we shaken hands?

Although this is a joke, I know what it means. A few years ago, I wrote an essay about my love affair with her in middle school and published it. I know her address after retirement. I copied this article and sent it to her. In that article, I said, "The love between men and women in the 1950s was very unromantic. Outside the empty kiln door (where we dated), we didn't hug, kiss or even shake hands. "

Now, after listening to her words, my heart is wet. Although I didn't intend to walk into the rift zone lost in time and space again and recall a fascinating story with her, I still answered a semantic pun in a joking tone: "Let's call it the second handshake!"

She looked at me quietly, then smiled and took her hand away. Her eyes shot into mine, though not as warm and charming as before, but with a kind and friendly feeling. I suddenly have a feeling that the sad and bitter story that once left me has become a beautiful story after years of erosion and accumulation. At this time, when I salvage this beauty, I suddenly feel that the old lady in front of me is an old friend arranged by God for my life.

So, I denied a statement: there has never been a problem of "settling for second best" between men and women-when lovers fail, they retire as friends.

She entertained me and two other boys in the hotel. Drinking a cool beer in a warm atmosphere makes us feel very comfortable, which makes our small talk more interesting. After more than 40 years of reunion, we are all over 60-year-olds, but our topic is always out of the middle school wall, talking about schoolmates and teachers. It seems that there have never been failures and setbacks, no hardships and tribulations in our experience, but only youth and friendship.

Therefore, I believe in one sentence: Meeting is a song!

I don't know from which moment, I suddenly found that during the dinner, she said very little. As the host, she should be the host of the party. Can be "usurped the role of the host" by several bosses. It was too late to find out. Because I have to catch the afternoon train back to the Great Northern Wilderness. We have to stop.

Out of the hotel, it's still raining. I don't know which store has beautiful music. Music is really the art of the soul and has the power to mobilize people's emotions. This pure lyric music must have touched a secret nerve of mine. I saw the notes turn into a wisp of rain, rolling and jumping at me, which made me feel an irresistible excitement of being gently caressed!

Just then, she whispered beside me, "You can be who you are today. I am really happy. "

My tears suddenly fell with the rain. I can't tell whether it's because of the music or because of her vague but rich words.

Looking at the eyes of her and her classmates, it is no longer a polite expression when I wave "goodbye". I really look forward to meeting again in my life and experiencing the feeling that "meeting is a song" again.