Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 120 Epilogue
At the end of the day's awards ceremony, the champions lined up in two files on the way to the podium to applaud us as opponents.Lao Ye hugged A Fang again, and Mu Zheng and Xue Xue also gave Li Bin a high five.

"I always have a hunch that we will become teammates in the future. Although I don't know how long it will be." Qiao Li took off his goggles, revealing his confident eyes. "Teammates who play games are also teammates, right?" Wang Rui interjected.We all smiled.

"Okay, you should be happier. This is the championship you won by yourself. Congratulations." When I walked up to Li Bin, I patted his cheek.Still skinny, but stronger than before.

"Ke Ke, that..." He was still a little embarrassed, and his eyes were also dodged, "Can we two be friends?"

"I think so. I'm a little tired today, though. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow."

"Okay! I can do it anytime." He was a little surprised and excited.I put my hand on his shoulder and quickly moved away.Gotta keep going, it's time to go to the stage.The award presenters have already put on silver medals for several companions.According to the agreement with the coach, we politely thanked the award presenter, nodded, shook hands, thanked, and then walked outside the field.Only Xuexue took off the silver medal as soon as he took the stage, but no one told him, and the coach didn't ask him to put it back on.

It's yours, take it.He gave Yue Yin his medal.

It is still difficult for Yan Xi and Luka to walk.After Azi returned to the stands, Anivar sent his crutches down.So, leaning on crutches, the two of them walked up to the podium by themselves, no longer needing anyone's support.The staggering, cautious and stubborn movements reminded me of Luca's three-legged kitten.There was once a team that had four players on crutches when they stood on the podium. "Tiantuan on crutches", the name is more poignant and tragic than teasing.

But they won the title and we still have nothing.The stubbornness and self-willedness that persevered with wounds is a kind memory at the time of victory. At this moment, it is only the pain of the soul and body, while misunderstanding and ridicule are hiding behind.

Finished.Everyone returned to the bench, some took off the medals, some still wore them.it's over.The sun is still radiating to the earth, small music and drums sounded quietly, at first like falling raindrops, then gradually rising, forming a clear tide, and finally merged into a surging giant wave.That song again, the one that will be played at the end of the ceremony, We are the champions by Queen, the rest of the time belongs to the winner.

I've paid my due
time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through[1]
When I heard this song again, I suddenly felt that Li Bin was worthy of it, and I hope he thinks so too.He did not commit a crime, but he paid the price and suffered a long time.His life is much more difficult than mine, and he has been rubbed on the ground of fate with his head pressed again and again, and now he is finally qualified to hold up the golden certificate.The world belongs to the man who fights to the last moment, and he and his allies deserve it.

But... aren't my companions and I worthy?It was a song that rocked the world in stadiums, and I seemed to hear my own destiny in it.Unlike Li Bin, I made bad mistakes and I deserved it.I am also suffering and facing it.My companions also have their own persistence and responsibility.But... the song still doesn't belong to us today.

let's go. No time for losers. Losers go out.Leave the stage for the victors to celebrate.

After returning to the locker room, the powerful music can still be heard.Its waves pass through the walls, washing our ears and brains over and over again, washing our faces out of the centuries-old dullness of the reef.Xuexue hugged his guitar bag with an empty neck, tears still flowing.Perhaps, if we win the championship today, he will personally play and sing the triumphant song that is being sung to others.Yue Yin tried to return the medal to him, but he shook his head resolutely.

"Children, before this season is completely over, I still have something to say." The coach erased all the tactical deployments on the whiteboard, and we all looked at her one by one standing in front of the blank.

"Don't beat yourself up, you did good enough. The result was full of regrets, but the whole process was without regrets. We lost the end result, but no one was a loser. Victory is never only remembered Children of the second year of junior high school, on the day of parting, the teacher has nothing to give you, only a word of thanks. If you want to play football again one day, no matter how old you are, you are still studying or already working, The team always welcomes you back.

"Children of the first grade of junior high school, we still have opportunities in the future. The teacher is ashamed and sorry for you. Suo Ming, Yin Qiu, Wen Qian, Hong An, the teacher has not given you a minute of playing time throughout the year I'm really sorry. Our goal this season is very utilitarian. This is not what football should be like. Besides, your usual study life is hard enough. Please allow the teacher to apologize to you, but the time you lost cannot be regained gone."

There was a knock on the door, slightly interrupting the sentimental atmosphere in the room.can we come insure.After opening the door, I found that there were many people.The girls are at the front, and behind them is Taotao, and the seniors who came to watch the game after the high school entrance examination.Everyone is the same.Kuang Hao patted me on the back and said that I did a good job this year, and said that Mi Le's performance was unprecedented and unprecedented in the history of the Mayor's Cup.Yuan Yikong shook his huge body and rubbed the hairy heads of Ye Ruiyang and Huang Minxue.Thank you, actually, I still keep that money, but I don't want to spend it.Mu Zheng said to Taotao.Yeah?The two of us read the book Teacher Zhou gave Xiaofei seriously.Tao Tao replied with a smile.Everyone, take a photo.It's rare that there are so many people together, "Three generations live under the same roof", and I don't know when the next meeting will be.Min Hak, why don't you lie down at the front with the guitar in your arms.Isn't this how you've always been?The elder sister held Xuexue back and pushed Yue Yin into the crowd.I'll take pictures for you, Yue Yin, go where you should be.No, you have to shoot with us too.Xuexue wiped away the last tears and pouted at her sister.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find Xiaobai to take pictures for us." Yue Yin sighed, and walked out of the room facing the still singing voice.Someone would go with her, as if walking through a hail of bullets together.During the waiting period, my sister asked Xuexue if Ye Junfang was the lead singer of their band.Forget it, he shook his head, he only came to help out occasionally, the home was too far away.Well, do you think I can do it?My sister gently pinched his little face.Eh?Xuexue was a little surprised.And his sister's soft humming completely dispelled his doubts.It's that song You belong to me again, like a slow cloud. I'll be so alone without you. Maybe You'll be lonely, too. It silences the noise of the waves, as if the bright clear and blue sky blessed every drop of water.We seem to have forgotten the music outside the stadium, and our sister sent us to the plane through the clouds. The cabin is clean and warm, spotless, and the sun is like a soft blanket covering our bodies. It is only like a dream when Yue Yin and the others' footsteps sound in the corridor. Waking up.

It was two weeks before Xuexue plucked the strings again, that time at the school gate.Printed photos and signed No. 10 jerseys were handed to Luca.I have always disliked taking pictures, but on that bitter afternoon, I still put a smile as full as possible in the picture.Years have gone by, thousands of mountains and rivers, I don't know if this life will end here.There are enough regrets in a lifetime, let's leave more happy things for our companions when they look at the photos and recall them in the future.Perhaps in a few decades or 100 years, Luca's descendants will come to China again, looking for traces of their elders' life based on a photo.Our history has turned up a new chapter. It is no longer as thrilling as it was a hundred years ago, but it is also a life that a generation really lived.Perhaps when telling the story to future generations, we can say that in this era, our lives are more tolerant, rational, confident and happy than our predecessors, and we have not forgotten to inherit their courage and belief.And your life will be better, and all good people will be friends.

Luca handed me his test paper. 66 points, the only time he passed the language test in the whole year, he did it.The composition is very long, it is about our story.I have to say that his handwriting is still so ugly—maybe he has worked hard to write it.I kept it in exchange for the latest issue of the Literary Society, The Hunter and the Hussar. "Cazador till I die", "A husband with ambitions all over the world, thousands of miles of neighbors", these are the words written on the title page.

Luca's family is going back to Europe, and what they can't take with them is the three-legged kitten, apart from the memories and emotions that cannot be separated by time and space.It has a new owner.Give it a new name, we don't call it "poor little" anymore.Luca said to Le Ben.On the night of leaving China, the green-eyed boy suddenly felt that the name they gave to the Chinese kitten was inappropriate—they didn’t know what it had experienced, whether it was suffering or joy, or what it meant to the past. No regrets or regrets.People must have enough awe and respect for every life and their past.Le Ben agreed and took good care of it afterwards.I heard that Brother Chuan and his little sister often go to play with it.Before that, the little girl took the initiative to return the parrot to Aqi with her brother.Some people and animals have returned to the original point, like a full circle.Everything is the same as before, but it will never be the same again.Fortunately, this time I may say that their results are all good.

Auld lang syne, a folk song compiled by the Scottish poet Robert Burns, this is the tune that Xuexue played for Luca.In China, it has a name that everyone is familiar with - "Auld Lang Syne".Same as a year ago, Xuexue also performed encore.So that song sounded, and the lyricist was Master Hongyi who wrote the school song for us.But Xuexue changed the order of the lyrics, which made us a little confused when we first heard it:
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky.When will you come here?Don't linger when you come.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of friends are scattered.The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the setting sun is beyond the mountains.

He was kicked by Xu Mu and sang it again in the correct order.Good kick.He must have made it so sad, though we were all sad too.But since we had to part for such a long time, we should be happier for the few minutes we can see each other.Luca was lying on the back window blinking green eyes at us, his chestnut hair was flattened by the window, and gradually disappeared on the distant road.The sound of the guitar never stops, as if waiting for him to go away completely, so that we can forget the farewell music.

After the third year of junior high school, the days did not change day by day, and I did my homework after class.I was sad for a while, but quitting the school team didn't seem too unbearable.Life doesn't turn upside down like that.The next Ching Ming Festival, I went back to my grandparents' house and saw him again for the first time.My sister is with me.A small river flows behind us, separating the solid castles in front of us from another noisy, busy, spinning world.That night, in my alone room, I was flipping through some of his favorite books.Did he start reading these authors at such a young age?And it's so tasty.Everyone always thinks that Xianxian is a sunny, cheerful and enthusiastic boy.That's right.But his heart is also delicate, as he has densely circled and sketched in these books.

I was deeply impressed by the beginning and the end of a story, "Legends are everywhere, but there may not be such a happy ending. The Huqin is babbling, pulling back and forth in the night of thousands of lights, endless It’s a desolate story—you don’t need to ask!”[2] Similar to the protagonist in the story, I was also fulfilled, but the price was too high.My place in history is nothing subtle, let alone legendary, just a mosquito-repellent coil kicked under the table.

However, in the days when I started in junior high school, I was not too selfish, and I didn't get along with people so clearly.I also want to ask the cause and effect behind this unreasonable world, and I want to keep up with the huqin of life.

I have not yet known the world beyond life, have not personally found flocks, winds, the Milky Way, or larger lakes or gardens.But I know that people cannot let themselves stay in the maze of mirrors forever.

"But this evening he could not think long and steadily about one thing, could not concentrate his thoughts on one thing; and now he was not consciously making any decisions; he was just feeling. Life Instead of eloquence, something completely different should form in the mind.”[3] This is how I felt later that night.In addition, I also know that "he cannot get a new life without paying a price, and he must pay a high price for the new life" [4].

I don't know if I fell asleep that night, maybe I slept the whole night.what did i dream aboutThe tall wall stands in the gunpowder smoke, the lingering sound of the stone ball falling from the top of the mountain, the horse rushing towards the windmill roaring in the wilderness, the blind wanderer leaning on a crutch that is about to break?It may be, it may be neither, but mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon, and the stars, or millions of soldiers.No, probably not, I cast them aside, and maybe all I see are the faces of everyone I know, including my own—which I distinguish from the disappearing photographs.Other than that, the only thing I'm convinced of is that a bird jumped at my window before the first rays of the morning sun had really risen.Elegant dark blue feathers flowed from its back to the tip of its long tail. It turned its head and glanced at me, then flapped its blue-edged wings lightly and flew away.

(End of the book)

[1] Lyrics to the effect:

I have paid the price

again and again

I served my sentence
but no crime

I have committed some

Serious mistake

I make myself

Self-responsibility
but i made it through

[2] Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City".

[3] Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment.

[4] Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment.

　It's over!

　　It is unclear to whom the last words were addressed.It's not just his sister who calls Ke Peiwei "Wei Wei", but also his other family members.If someone becomes a "family member", will they be called that?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)