Black Rose's neck straightened and said, "I'm a proud black stone, I will never ask anyone, you better help me complete the task, otherwise I will be unhappy." ”

Some people are like Black Rose, you never know where she gets her confidence. And the game fever is like Ning Meng at this time, you never know why she has to grovel.

Ning Meng has a purpose, so she can't be considered a "cheap". She is extremely concerned about all "anomalies". Since Black Rose said it was a "noise" that made her feel indigestion, it seems that this noise must be extremely powerful. What's more, this noise came from the heart of an ordinary human being, which made Ning Meng dare not underestimate it.

The guitar boy continued to chat with his friends, and Ning Meng vaguely understood that they were talking about a newly composed song. He suddenly got interested, picked up the guitar and sang to his friends.

Ning Meng heard a beautiful melody, but those lyrics seemed to be a little sad. She seemed to vaguely hear the boy saying that no matter where he was, he wanted to love everything in front of him. He had thought about leaving because there were those words that he had taken, but he didn't want to leave because he wanted to stay, and he was inexplicably looking forward to it.

He saw that when the sun was setting, only himself existed in his own world. Wherever he was, he thought of the scars, but they were always uncovered again and again.

He was afraid, but he persuaded others to hope that others would not be afraid.

He longed for a smile, he longed to see the world full of color, he longed for hope that he had never seen before.

He's waiting for a call from a guy. Someday he'll answer that person's call.

After Ning Meng heard this, she seemed to feel that there was a strong feeling hitting her heart. A man is struggling for redemption, he longs to embrace everything he loves, but he does not have the strength to open his arms.

"Look," said Black Rose frowning, "I knew it was so. Obviously, there was already a lot of noise in his heart, but he had to make even more noise. Or this noise that causes people to have indigestion, it's so annoying. ”

"Is this noise like a burger, delicious but not nutritious?"

"No!" Black Rose protested, "It's spoiled food!"

Ning Meng didn't question Black Rose anymore this time, she gradually understood what Black Rose's so-called inner noise was. If "noise" is translated into words that Ning Meng can understand, it should be bitter and sad.

When a tear crossed Ning Meng's cheek, the guitar boy said to his friends, "How's it going? ”

One of his friends nudged the other boy next to him and whispered, "What do you mean by listening to his lyrics? ”

The guitar boy looked forward to the reply of his friends, and asked again, "How is it, brothers, for a suggestion." ”

The boy who spoke just now immediately said, "Yes, yes, the melody is good, it's quite moving." What do the lyrics mean?" he seemed to be concerned, trying to get more information out of his friend's mouth.

The guitar boy pretended to be light-hearted and said, "It's literal." I thought about leaving, but I didn't want to. ”

He suddenly fell silent, and his face, which was extremely excited just now, was instantly covered with a layer of frost. He didn't seem to want his silence to spoil the atmosphere among his friends, and encouraged his friends to say, "You go on, you keep talking." Tell me, what's new. ”

A few young people gossiped about some things, but the atmosphere was always weird.

It was getting late, and the boy just now put his arm around the guitar boy and said, "You're okay, don't hide anything in your heart, we're all your buddies, and we have something to talk to our buddies." ”

The guitar boy smiled brightest and said, "Of course." How could anything be wrong with me? Don't worry, I'll tell you if I have something. ”

A few young men dispersed and walked in different directions.

Black Rose had long been looking for her own food - the noise was gone. Ning Meng was not worried, and the guitar boy hurriedly followed.

At the turn, the guitar boy suddenly picked up speed. Ning Meng was worried that she would lose it, so she also ran along. At the moment when she turned, she didn't expect to collide with the guitar boy.

"Who are you?" the guitar boy's voice was cold, contrasting with his sunny face.

"Passing by, passing by. Ning Meng's answer was a bit fragmented.

"Passing by?"

"yes, just passing by. ”

"You've been standing there," the guitar boy straightened up, making Ning Meng a condescending gesture, as if this gave her a great deal of confidence, "You were standing there before I sang to my friends." When I sang to my friends, I saw that you seemed to cry. ”

Ning Meng didn't want to deceive him, so he said: "I heard you sing, I wanted to cry a little, somewhere in my heart, a little sad." ”

The guitar boy's face immediately bloomed like a flower, and he said, "Do you really like it? I'm so happy that someone can like my songs." I always thought that if even one person in the world changed because of me, I would feel very content. Then I'll go first. ”

The guitar boy quickly turned around as if he was about to run away.

Ning Meng walked a few steps quickly in front of him and said, "Don't go, I still have something to say to you." ”

The guitar boy said, "But I'm home." ”

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go to your house and sit down," Ning Meng thought of a reason she thought the guitar boy would least refuse, "I want to discuss music with Ni." ”

Guitar Boy never invited any friends to his house, let alone girls. Faced with Ning Meng's sudden proposal, he was a little happy and a little nervous. Later, I thought that I was a boy anyway, so I wouldn't suffer a loss, so I forced my face and said: "I'm fine, but you, obviously a girl, casually said that you want to go to the boy's house, but you are bold enough." ”

Ning Meng said, "Yes, but I feel safe." ”

The guitar boy didn't think Ning Meng looked "very safe", so he said: "It's better for girls to protect themselves outside, of course I won't do anything to you." "Nine cakes in Chinese

Ning Meng urged: "Okay, let's go, lead the way." ”

The guitar boy unconsciously straightened his clothes, and deliberately put the guitar on his back and said, "I'm going fast, you have to follow closely." ”

Ning Meng saw that layer of frost resurfaced on the guitar boy's face.

The moment the guitar boy opened the door, Ning Meng knew that the boy's lyrics were writing about himself. The old leather couch was cluttered with sheet music, useful and useless, and on the low table in front of the couch were a few takeaway boxes and a half-drunk can of beer.

Most of the space in his small room was filled with keyboards, influences, and musical equipment that Ning Meng didn't know much about. These things are so important, so important that they can't even fit in a bed.

"You see, this is my home. Guitar Boy said as he casually threw useless things into a giant black garbage bag.

"You're into music?"

"Yes, sort of. ”

"It was great. ”

The guitar boy seemed to smile wryly and said, "I don't think so, I wrote a lot of songs, but no one bought them." I had no choice but to listen to it myself. ”

"That one was good. ”

"Of course, that song is a song that has a real feeling. ”

"I hear it. ”

"Do you hear that, what do you hear?"

The guitar boy didn't believe that the girl in front of him, who didn't even say his name, could really hear the content of his song, and he always thought that he didn't meet the right person.

He believes that he will let more people hear his songs whenever he has the opportunity, and before the opportunity comes, all he has to do is prepare as soon as possible.

But can he still prepare?

The guitar boy seemed to be afraid that Ning Meng would understand him, and as if he was afraid that Ning Meng would really understand him, he said, "Do you think the melody is good?" ”

Ning Meng said: "The melody is good, but there are others. ”

"Something else?"

"Your heart, that song you sang out of your heart. ”

"It's not unusual that all singers are like that. ”

"I mean, I heard something different. ”

"Hear what?" the guitar boy's voice revealed a hint of longing and fear.

"You've been in pain for a long time. Ning Meng tried her best to avoid saying the word "depression", she is not the kind of person who easily labels others.

The guitar boy rubbed his chest and said, "You mean here? ”

The guitar boy is right, many people will hurt here, even Ning Meng herself is no exception.

Ning Meng said: "Yes, many people will hurt here, but some people will think about how to heal and make themselves less painful." ”

The guitar boy piled up the bag of trash he had just packed up on the balcony instead of outside the door, and said, "You know what? Sometimes I want to jump when I look at this, and I don't know why." ”

The guitar boy is the same as Ning Meng, I don't know why he suddenly opened his heart. Maybe he had been lonely for too long, and finally broke into a person who was both familiar and strange, which gave him a strange sense of security, so he said what he had been suppressing in his heart.

Before Ning Meng could speak, the guitar boy said again: "Of course, I won't really jump." ”

Ning Meng said: "Of course you won't. ”

The guitar boy showed Ning Meng a photo. The photo shows a girl with long hair fluttering, with a hint of gentleness. In the photo, she is snuggled in the crook of the boy's arm, smiling happily and sweetly.

"Is it pretty?"

"Good looking. ”

"Yes, such a good-looking girl should have a better life. ”

"Did she leave you?"

"yes," the boy added, "I let her go, to be exact." ”

"Why?"