Ting Shuang was sweating profusely from playing football, and her shoes, legs, and pants were all dirty. He's totally unaware, he's only happy, he's only victorious, he just wants to run to the stands after hugging his teammates - like any other boy playing football.
The other boys ran towards their girlfriends, wiping sweat, drinking water, and bragging about how good they were just now.
Ting Shuang also wiped away his sweat, drank water, and danced in front of Bai Changyi to analyze their previous tactics.
Bai Changyi smiled and listened to it for a long time, then said, "They are leaving and are waiting for you."
Ting Shuang turned around and saw other boys and their girlfriends standing under the stand.
He smiled and waved, saying goodbye to them loudly.
After saying goodbye, he turned back, kissed Bai Changyi, and asked, "How does it feel to watch your boyfriend play football with a group of high school girls?"
Bai Changyi is happy to satisfy Ting Shuang's vanity: "They are all jealous of me. My boyfriend is more handsome."
Ting Shuang also pretended to be distressed: "Those guys who play football are also jealous of me. I'm so annoying."
The two looked at each other, laughed, and took a long kiss in the empty stands.
The wind blew through the grass and ruffled their hair and clothes.
"Is it cold?" Bai Changyi said, "I'm sweating all over. I brought you a long-sleeved shirt. It's in the car. Let's go and change."
Ting Shuang nodded, changed clothes, and drove off.
The street lights are bright, but the sky is not completely dark yet, and the clouds in the distance are layer upon layer, golden, rose, gray-purple, and dark blue, extending from the horizon to the zenith.
"Love is reason" started playing on the car stereo.
"What are we going to do next?" Ting Shuang swayed back and forth with the rhythm on the record, very comfortable.
"What you said, sailing at sea, riding the wind and waves, and fighting against sharks." When Bai Changyi said this, his tone was like saying "find a restaurant for dinner and go home to sleep".
With the previous madness, Ting Shuang was not particularly surprised when he heard this: "Okay, where to go?"
"All the way to the north." Bai Chang meant a high-speed line, "to Lübeck."
Ting Shuang glanced at the map: "God, are we going to cross half of Germany all the way to the Baltic Sea? How long will it take?"
Bai Changyi said: "I can arrive before two in the morning. The car rental company is a chain. We will return the car in Lubeck tomorrow morning and take the flight back. Your son is still waiting at home."
"So skilled?" Ting Shuang was curious, "Have you done this before?"
"More than ten years ago." Bai Changyi said, "Go to the gas station first."
Tingshuang parked the car at the gas station, went to the 24-hour convenience store to buy water and a lot of food, and waited for Bai Changyi to fill up the car while eating.
"Are you very cool more than ten years ago?" Ting Shuang sat on the hood of the car and imagined, "Just, a map, a car, a beautiful girlfriend, a piece of the European continent. The world is yours , all the boys envy you."
Bai Changyi laughed: "The actual situation is that every time I go to a place, I work part-time for half of the time."
Ting Shuang became interested: "Hey, what kind of jobs have you worked?"
"Protect sea turtles, talk to old people, help people repair houses and paint walls, and be models for art students..." Bai Changyi finished adding fuel, "Okay, ready to go."
"Being a model?" Ting Shuang got in the car and asked with great interest, "Is it the one without clothes?"
"Drive." Bai Changyi stared straight ahead, expressionless.
"Oh... drive." Ting Shuang peeked at Bai Changyi, the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.
The colors of the southwest were blown away a little by the evening wind.
All the way north, the car crossed mountains and rivers, passed cities and fields, and drove into the dark starry sky.
The scattered towns fell on both sides of the road, the hills and plains were dotted with lights, and the golden weather vane on the top of the church slowly turned in the moonlight.
Bai Changyi turned down the volume of the car's stereo.
The drumbeats in the vicinity were reduced, and the singing in the distance gradually became louder.
"Someone is singing over there?" Ting Shuang glanced at the direction where the singing was coming from, but couldn't see what the situation was. He only felt that it was brighter than the other towns they passed by, where the lights were shining, and there was the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
"Would you like to see it?" Bai Changyi turned off the stereo, and the music in the distance became clear, with vocals, guitars, keyboards, trumpets, and drums.
"Of course." Ting Shuang slowed down, paid attention to the road sign, and went to the fork in the town. "Maybe I'm lucky, and I can really play guitar and sing."
Bai Changyi smiled and continued the second half of the sentence: "Thousands of people in the audience carnival."
"No." Ting Shuang turned the steering wheel and drove into the two-lane road, "I have changed my mind, as long as you are alone for me."
Following the music, they found a beer garden built on a hill.
In the garden, a giant tree is like a cloud, like a fog, like a cover. Countless star lights are intertwined, from one trunk to another. People sat around wooden tables under the trees, holding one-liter glass painted beer mugs, eating barbecue, drinking, and chatting. A stage was set up in one corner of the garden, and the band played "The Great Freedom" on it.
Ting Shuang went to buy two bottles of ice soda, and found an empty table to sit down.
"It seems that someone ordered a song." Ting Shuang stretched his head and watched for a while, "I want to order it too, I'm afraid they won't."
"Don't you want to play and sing by yourself?" Bai Changyi said, "Just borrow a guitar."
"Well... I play and sing by myself... But..." Ting Shuang suddenly realized a very real thing, "I can play just that one song... I won't say which one is specific... "
Bai Changyi smiled: "Well, I know which song it is."
There was still laughter and laughter all around, and their table was quiet after this sentence.
Ting Shuang looked at Bai Changyi under the golden light.
No gray hair, no wrinkles, but they're still different.
The distance of twelve years is not just a difference in appearance.
What he is going through, Bai Changyi has already experienced. At the age of thirty-six, Bai Chang's lucid gold was a mountain top that he didn't know how to reach. His ordinary twenty-four years old is a youth that Bo Changyi will never return.
Twenty-four and thirty-six are, of course, good ages.
But…
What about when he's forty-eight
He has thought about eternity and a hundred years, but now he dares not think about the specific age of forty-eight that he will surely reach.
twelve years.
Time is uneventful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bai Changyi asked.
Ting Shuang was silent for a few seconds and said, "No reason, I want to see it this way."
After he finished speaking, he gulps down the soda, which hurts his internal organs.
"Do you still sing?" Bai Changyi's eyes were full of connivance, "You can sing the only song you know."
They can't stay here too long, or it'll be too late when they get to Lübeck.
Ting Shuang looked into Bai Changyi's eyes for a long time and said, "Wait a minute, you can drive, okay?"
Bai Changyi smiled and said, "Of course."
"Wait for me." Ting Shuang ran to buy a large glass of beer, raised his head and drank it.
The surrounding voices suddenly disappeared.
The surrounding scenery also blurred.
Ting Shuang put the wine glass heavily, and with the strength of the wine, ran to the stage and asked the musicians to borrow guitars and microphones.
"I want to sing a song." His cheeks were flushed from a little drunk, and his eyes were wet from the heat in his chest. "This song is only me."
The musicians stepped out of the stage, and the spotlight fell.
Ting Shuang sat alone in the center of the stage with a guitar, looking at Bai Changyi under the stage from a distance, as if there were only two of them left in the world.
He didn't play the guitar very well, with plucked fingers and only a few simple chords.
He also has no literary talent, his lips parted lightly, and only a few mediocre words, not even lyrics.
"In the summer of 2019, I drove to the north, crossed the mountains and rivers, drove to the sea, and drove to your thirty-six years old...
Time is unreliable, time is unreliable, in the summer of 2019, you drive to the north, drive through the dusk, drive towards the sunrise, drive towards my twenty-four years old...
Time can't be flat, time can't be flat." Two lines of tears flowed from Ting Shuang's eyes and fell on the guitar along his chin.
His tears were brighter than the spotlight.
Bai Changyi stood up and looked at Ting Shuang, a little startled.
Ting Shuang wiped her face and changed the chord.
"In the summer of 2019, I haven't seen your twenty-four years old. In the summer of 2019, I dare not think of my thirty-six years old. I only dare to drive to the north, not for the mountains and rivers, not for the sea, not for the dusk Not for the sunrise For your twenty-four years old I drive to the north I drive to the north"