丝竹幽影

（六）离别

天，黑了，竹林深处黑压压一片，没有月光，也没有薄雾，只有清冷的雨水和冰冷的竹竿。我跌坐在竹林深处，摸不透这一切究竟是怎么了。我是在做梦，还是我已经死了？心口堵得越发离奇，我捂着胸口，埋进泥土里。

一双冰冷的手抚摸在我的额头，我煞然惊醒，握住。不敢睁眼，不敢呼吸。“你，不怕我吗？”面前冰冷的话语扑在我的脸上，我不知哪来的力气，颤抖着身体，拼命地摇着头。她轻轻地将我拥进她的怀里。

她青铜色的身体，散发着竹叶的清香，冰冷的身躯却温暖着我干涸的心房。“这里怎么了？”我抚摸着她的脚脖，脚脖上一处刀疤，很长很大。她挪了挪脚，向我轻轻地微笑，她吻了吻我的额头，起身，披上白纱，转过身，看了我一眼，飘然消散了。

是的，我疯了，我真的爱上了她，可是她究竟是什么？是鬼？是仙？还是什么？我相信她是竹仙，是那抹仙境里伫立的金色竹仙。我在梦中惊醒了，浑身湿透的我，吞咽着口水，我？躺在床上！躺在床上？

门外“丝丝丝丝”作响，很吵很闹。我起身，出了门。几辆割伐机正在一群爷奶的指挥下，毫不留情地割伐着竹林。“住手，住手。”我急了，冲上前，拦下割伐机，恶狠狠地堵在前面，不许机子继续前进。

“小伙子，你没有权利阻止，你还是走吧。”几位爷奶扒拉着我的手，不知道为什么，我突然像泄了气的皮球，放下了自己的手，缓缓抬起头，看着他们继续割伐着竹林，或许，我真的该走了，或许，这里的一切都只是一场梦？

我转身，进了屋，收拾了自己的东西，钱包、衣服、杯子，撕下了那张丝竹的画像，将画板留给了江南。我踏上北上的路，坐上呼啸的火车，看着江南水乡，那个庄园在我的身后越来越远，越来越模糊。

我把丝竹的画像裱了起来，挂在自己的家中，从此我便与画断绝了关系，我封存了我的笔，我不再喜欢画画，却疯狂爱上了乐器。我到处收集各种丝竹乐器，从台南到漠北，所有与丝竹有关的乐器，我都买下，收藏。

我将所有的记忆全部收藏回丝竹里。就这样，我成了一名乐器专家，国内国外交流着中国的丝竹乐器，丝竹乐器起源于我国的江南，丝竹是制乐材料，芳香怡人。由丝竹乐器奏出的乐，仿佛天籁之音，教人神迷。

多年后的今天，我再一次回到江南水乡，曾经邂逅的庄园已经成为了乐行，这里一家挨着一家的乐器行，贩卖着各种各样的丝竹乐器，正是我梦寐以求的，我兴高采烈地踱进一家名为“丝竹”的乐行，丝竹？呵呵，我摇着头笑着走了进去。

在乐器行的角落里，一块带着很长很大的刀疤的金色乐器映入了我的眼球，金色的石头？上面镶嵌着金色的竹丝么？这,这，分明就是丝竹？是丝竹！怎么？怎么会在这里？我的眼睛湿润了，滚烫的晶莹滴落在抚琴上。

“哎？你这个人怎么这样啊？你把水滴在琴上了。”身后一个百灵鸟般的声音急切地响起，我顿然回神，忙用袖子擦拭抚琴，“哎？哎？不行不行，你不能拿袖子擦。”我邹然转身，与声源撞了个正着。

“丝，丝竹？”我满脸挂着未干的泪水，眼睛瞪得跟鱼泡泡似地，死死盯着眼前的“丝竹”。“我，不是丝竹，我是竹雨。”“竹，竹雨？”我恍惚地盯着她。她看着我一脸的惆怅，原本拿过来擦琴的丝布，却举起来放在我的眼前，示意我擦擦眼泪。

“这尊琴是我姐姐在世时最喜欢的，你可不能弄脏了她。”“你姐姐？”我转过身，看着眼前人的背影，“是的，你口中说的丝竹就是我姐姐，她六年前不在了。”“丝竹？你姐姐？”我站在原地，又像一尊雕像，僵硬在那里。

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