"Obviously, you love me too. ”

"There's no reason why love can't work out. ”

"As long as you dare not to be cowardly. ”

"Why should we miss it. ”

"There are many long nights and dreams. ”

"Don't think of me. ”

"You'll know how much pain I have. ”

The moat after dinner, the song came from far and near, the sky was getting dark, the square in front of the moat began to be lively, the old people who were eating were slowly walking, the passers-by in a hurry rushed home before it was completely dark, the fountain in the center of the square slowly spewed out a column of water, and the children who frolicked next to him laughed.

There were a lot of musical instruments by the fence in front of the river, and a few microphones were erected there, and the man sitting in front of the keyboard was singing with his eyes closed and his hoarse voice, and in front of the microphone next to him, a girl was playing with him, and the guitar was also accompaniment.

In front of them, there were people in groups of threes and twos, some sitting on the ground, some stopping to listen, and some picking up their mobile phones to take pictures.

When the last note landed, the man sitting in front of the keyboard and singing slowly opened his eyes, and there was applause next to him, and the man nodded in thanks.

There are four of them plus drummers, three men and one woman, they are not a professional band, they only get together because they like music, most of them are office workers who have to go to work during the day, and they usually only get together to sing together at night when there is nothing to do.

The man who sang with his eyes closed just now is called Ming Yan, graduated from the Conservatory of Music, after graduating from college, he aspires to be a singer, drifting north for a few years, but in the end all the passion and fantasy are crushed by reality, and now he is a tuner in a recording studio.

He is approaching 30 years old this year, and in such a city, with no car, no house, and not much savings, the resentment accumulated from a day's work seems to be only music can heal him.

The girl who was in harmony just now was called Li Xuan, a junior in the music department, young and beautiful, with a ball head, a little baby fat face, and a flat glass, usually as long as the school was not busy, she would come here to sing as long as the school was not busy.

The name of playing the guitar is Tian Zifu, who wears a pair of glasses and works as a delivery person in a courier company, uh, he is a courier, he has no specialty, but he plays the guitar well.

The drummer's name is Wang Dawei, a fat man who weighs two hundred pounds, he usually calls him Brother Pao, maybe the fat man is liked, he is the only one of these people who is married, and has a beautiful wife, because he formed a band when he was young, and later disbanded, so he only comes here every day to have fun.

The four of them didn't have any intersection, they got together and sang together, I thought they were singing casually, but I didn't expect that they could sing until now, and now the four of them are a little famous in this area.

"Thank you all for coming and listening to us sing. Li Xuan said into the microphone.

"If you want to listen to any songs, you can tell us and we'll sing them to you. ”

Every time he sings, it is Li Xuan who interacts with the audience, not that the three of them don't want to talk, but the three of them are stupid, and the other one is not stupid, or can talk nonsense, so no one dares to let him speak, and usually he doesn't set up a microphone in front of the drum.

Li Xuan stood in front of the microphone, Ming Yan glanced at the tune, nodded, slowly put his fingers on the piano, and played the prelude.

Li Xuan's voice sounded slowly, and the song drifted away with the wind.

"I'm going to see the farthest I can. ”

"Dancing with you about your dreams. ”

"It's like never losing hope and being hurt. ”

"I also believe that if you dare to fly, you will have the sky. ”

"I'm going to see the farthest I can. ”

"Put the first light on your shoulders. ”

"Too many raindrops and snowflakes have been splashed. ”

"I insist on smiling warmly like the sun. ”

“............”

After the last song was sung, the four stood up, bowed to the audience, and after saying goodbye, the four began to pack up their instruments.

"Brother Pao, you're not right today, why are you talking so little today. Tian Zifu said.

Wang Dawei hugged the drum and sighed: "I'm tired." ”

"What's wrong?"

"My wife bought another bag yesterday. ”

"Isn't it just a bag, a big man?" Tian Zifu said.

"I wouldn't say anything if it was just a bag, but after she bought the bag yesterday, she felt that she didn't have any clothes to match, so she bought another set of clothes, and after buying clothes, she bought cosmetics...... Anyway, yesterday I looked at the bank text message on my phone and almost didn't pout. Wang Dawei said little by little.

Tian Zifu: "Uh, good luck......"

"It's too hard for me. ”

Ming Yan and Li Xuan looked at it with a smile and didn't say anything, because they were used to this, every time Wang Dawei and his wife spent money to buy something, he always had to say it again, after a long time, you will feel that he is not complaining, but showing affection in disguise.

loaded the musical instrument into Wang Dawei's car, the four of them said goodbye, Ming Yan also sent Li Xuan back to school as before, because he sang at night, he went back very late, and every time he went back, the dormitory was closed, so Li Xuan rented a house outside.

Ming Yan carried her guitar on her back and walked on the road with Li Xuan, because it was not far from the school, so the two walked slowly.

The moonlight sprinkled on the road, and the shadows of Ming Yan and Li Xuan were slowly stretched.

didn't walk for long, came to the house rented by Li Xuan, Ming Yan handed the guitar to Li Xuan, "Rest early." ”

Li Xuan nodded on the guitar: "Well, goodbye, Brother Ming." ”

Li Xuan looked at Ming Yan's back, slowly disappeared around the corner of the street, turned around and walked into the house.

............

Ming Yan returned to his house, because tomorrow is Sunday, so a few of them sang a little late today, Ming Yan dragged off his coat, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to take a look, thought about it and took a bucket of instant noodles.

With the soaked instant noodles, I sat down at the table, turned on the computer, and took a few bites of instant noodles while the computer was turned on.

opened his mailbox and saw an email, signed by a music company, Ming Yan excitedly clicked on it.

A few days ago, Ming Yan sent the song he wrote to this company.

"I'm sorry, thank you for trusting our company, but ............"

Ming Yan opened the email with joy, but when he saw the rejected email, a sense of frustration arose.

Obviously, he has experienced a lot of such things, and over the years, he has sent songs to large and small music companies, but they have either been rejected, or some companies want to 'dominate' his songs.

"Why doesn't anyone understand me?" Mingyan said in a low voice.

With a long breath, Ming Yan leaned back in his chair, took out a cigarette, lit it, and the green smoke blurred Ming Yan's eyes, and his thoughts slowly drifted away with the smoke.