Seeing that she wasn't following him, Li He stopped and turned around to ask, "Where do you stay? It's quite messy here. Be careful. "
He Zhaodi pointed to a signboard at an intersection and said, "There's a hotel over there. Many people stay there and it's very safe. My dad was careless and left his bag in the corridor for a day. When he remembered that I had to go get it, they picked it up and waited there. Nothing was missing. I can't do it at home. The cable on my boat was removed after a day. I'm so angry that I have to get someone to look after it now. "
"That's good." Li He smiled at her. "Be careful. Call me if you need anything. I'll leave my number with you."
He took out the directory from his pocket and quickly wrote down the hotel's landline number. Just as he was about to tear off the directory, he paused and wrote down the phone number of the hotel before tearing it off and handing it to He Zhaodi.
"Are these two numbers?" He Zhaodi took the paper in her hand and looked at it carefully.
"One is here, and the other is my home number. You can call both."
"Okay." He Zhaodi put the paper away and put it in her pocket. She seemed to be worried and even touched her pocket a few times. When she was sure, she took her hand out and waved at Li He. "Go back. Ah, go back."
"Okay. Look after the cars on the way."
He Zhaodi smiled and nodded. There was an endless stream of people on the street.
When she was crossing the road, a large bus drove over. Li He wanted to remind her, but she stopped on her own. She looked left and right, and when she saw that there were no more cars coming, she walked forward without any scruples. Her footsteps were high and light as if she was flying.
She turned around and saw that Li He was still standing there. She waved at him and said in a low voice, "Go back. Go back."
Li He watched her silently from the crowd. He watched her cross the road and enter the hospital until he could no longer see her.
An old man by the side of the road was playing a sad tune with his erhu, and the notes were intermittent and sobbing. Hearing this, Li He only wanted to leave as soon as possible. However, after taking two steps, he turned back and stood in front of the old man. He took out all the loose change in his pocket. There were about a hundred dollars in it.
He bent down and put them all into the rusty tin box.
"Master, can I borrow it for a while?"
The old man looked at Li He, then at the metal can in front of him. Without hesitation, he handed the erhu to Li He. "You play, you play. It doesn't matter how long you play."
He stood up with the iron can in his arms and gave the stool to Li He. He was so happy that he couldn't contain himself. The money was enough for him to earn for a few months. How much was a broken erhu worth?
Li He sat on the stool, his left hand stroking the zither shaft and his right hand pulling the bow, as if he was playing with a puppet.
He tested the notes and found the right pitch. There were only two strings in the erhu, and it could be played in the world. It didn't need one more. This was the persistence and confidence of the erhu.
At first, it was like the sound of sawing wood. Then, he closed his eyes and it slowly turned into a melodious sad Adagio.
The old man next to him thought that Li He was just playing, but after listening to it, he couldn't help but respect him. This could not be played without more than ten years of practice.
The melody was sometimes low, sometimes sonorous, sometimes crisp, and sometimes vigorous …
The old man could only hear the bitterness, the bitterness, the bitterness, the pain. His heart was also at a loss.
The tune of the erhu was sad and sad, like resentment and love, like weeping and complaining. The passersby were amazed by the performer's skills, and they all rushed to Li He, looking around and searching.
Unknowingly, some people's hearts also became sad, as if a long, long memory had been awakened in their hearts.
They stopped to listen, as if they were separated by time and space. There was a sense of helplessness in asking "what is love in this world", but they also heard happiness and happiness. Even if it hurt their hearts, they had no regrets.
The song stopped and Li He stopped. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was surrounded by a circle of people.
Seeing that he was about to stand up, the people around him shouted, "Another one, another one."
The old man was smart and put the tin can back on the ground. One cent, two cents, ten cents, and paper money fell into the tin can like hail. The crowd did not forget to shout, "Another one, another one."
The old man also looked at Li He with a hopeful gaze.
Li He pushed through the crowd, clasped his hands together, and said to the people around him, "My apologies, my apologies."
Someone shouted, "Comrade, what's the name of the song?"
Li He turned back and replied, "'Thinking of You in Sorrow.'"
Then, he walked away without looking back.
Some people might not meet their true love in their entire life, and some people, even if they met, would be in vain.
"I've never heard of it!"
"Have you heard of it?"
"Never heard of it."
“.....”
Everyone's reactions were different, and they chattered.
After Li He walked far away, everyone remembered that they did not ask for the score.
Someone volunteered, "Everyone, please hum as many as you can. Let's write down the score."
"Sure, sure. Who has a pen and paper?" Everyone agreed.
Those who came early could naturally hum more after listening to the whole song, while those who came late could only hum a part of it. However, the old man contributed the most, as he was there the whole time. He played the erhu and could basically play Li He's song to perfection.
The young man who suggested writing down the score finally found a few accurate notes according to the opinions of the crowd. Then, he climbed the scale to find the few uncertain notes, and the simplified score came out.
Li He drove back to the hotel absent-mindedly. He went to the small garden of the Science Hall opposite the hotel, sat on the flower bed, and drank and smoked.
"Brother, are you okay?" Pinsong saw that something was wrong with Li He, so he took a bottle of beer and drank with him.
After coming here, he found that he was more at ease than in the capital. It was like a fish in the water. If he had something to do, he would go and play every day. There were many kinds of entertainment here. Sometimes, he did not understand Li He's situation. With power and influence, why did he have to suffer so much?
Especially in recent years, he saw Li He's smiling face less and less. He was either frowning or sighing. When he frowned and sighed, he would naturally smoke and drink.
He did not even understand Li He's attitude towards his younger brother, Li Long. From his point of view, Lee Long was already a prince. How could he work so hard for something as trivial as treasury bonds?
As his older brother, he could just give him thirty to fifty million and it would be enough for Li Long to live a carefree life.
Initially, he thought that Li He was not willing to take care of him because they did not have a good relationship. Only recently did he realize that Li He treated Li Long extremely well. He wanted nothing more than to pamper Li Long, and would always consider everything for him.
He hated himself for not having such an older brother. It was a pity that he only had a disappointing younger brother.
Li He said, "It's okay. Go and do what you need to do."
Pinsong said, "Feng Lei is here."
"What's he doing here?"
"He came from Haining. He heard that there's a tannery there that is producing some sheep imitation garment leather, so he went there to take a look. I don't know anything about it. He told me everything. "
Li He said, "You take care of him. I won't be showing myself."
Ever since Feng Lei took over Fu Xia's tannery, with the help of the furniture factory, and with his own ability, he was doing very well.
"He also said that he has something to tell you."
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