In the summer of 2003, the old ceiling fan kept squeaking overhead. When there was no business in the store, my grandfather moved a small bench out and played the erhu under the sunset, looking intoxicated. Grandpa sometimes played the impassioned "Horse Horse", and sometimes he played the melancholy "Er Quan Ying Yue", both of which are famous songs in the erhu world. I sat next to a drainage pipe that had become mottled over the years, holding my chin in my hands and listening to it with deep emotion, and I couldn't help but feel sad about it. So I asked Grandpa: "Grandpa, can you play "Little Star"?"
Grandpa turned around and said, "Huh?"
"Can you play "Little Star"?"
"Who can play 'Little Star'?"
"You!"
"What can I do?"
"Play "Little Star"!"
I would have never imagined at that time that a similar conversation would appear in a popular comedy movie many years later.
So the last memory of that summer was Luo Yu playing games and reading comics in the rental house on the second floor. My cheerful feet ran downstairs and sat on the drainage pipe, holding my little face and listening to my grandpa playing the erhu, watching the clouds in the sky finally melt into a brilliant golden color.