Ye Zheng and Lin Yujia were walking on the street, and the car was already parked in a temporary parking lot. When you go shopping, you naturally have to walk to be considered shopping. Ye Zheng is wearing sunglasses, his popularity is a bit high now, so it's better to be a little low-key.

Lin Yujia took his arm and leaned on him intimately, the two of them didn't talk much, quietly enjoying such a warm time. It's a good season, the warm breeze blows on the body, it's comfortable, it's neither cold nor hot. It's like a lover's hand gently brushing the boy's face and the girl's long hair.

Lin Yujia's heart is full of happiness. Holding Ye Zheng's arm, her thoughts couldn't help but return to that afternoon during the winter vacation. That day, when Ye Zheng accompanied her to practice the piano, she played with four hands, and inadvertently, their hands touched. Then, Ye Zheng gently held her hand.

He said to her, I like you. As a result, the little sense of estrangement in Lin Yujia's heart melted instantly, just like the warm sun in that winter. Lin Yujia will never forget that day, the wind outside the window was blowing, and the whistling wind could be clearly heard on the high-rise building, but her heart was very warm and steady at that moment. Just like at this time, the spring breeze and spring sunshine are sprinkled on them warmly, like an ode to their youth. Step by step, step by step.

She walked slowly, as if only Ye Zheng was left in the world, as if the eyes of the whole world were cast on them. It's like, happily moving towards an unpredictable but hopeful future. Ye Zheng didn't know Lin Yujia's thoughts, his heart was just a little trance, and he suddenly remembered that before, the girl with the same name and surname also held his arm like this, and the two of them walked slowly on the side of the street together.

They ate a dollar of baked gluten together, ate sugar gourds together, pointed at a strange passer-by together, sat under a stereo in the school and listened to a song on the radio station, and kissed under the street lamp at night. A lot of past events that seemed to be separated from the world suddenly poured into his heart, looking at this similar street and high-rise buildings in Yanjing and Beijing, Ye Zheng suddenly felt a mess in his heart.

In the past life, in this life, the soul crossed the possession, or did I not die? What was going on? He suddenly questioned himself, who am I? Am I the original Ye Zheng, and my soul has crossed into this world? Or am I originally this Ye Zheng, but I have a lot of memories about that world in my mind inexplicably, which makes me mistakenly think that I have traveled through? Does the world in my memory exist? Is there really that world? If so, am I really dead in that world? Was it just a dream? Did I have a dream, or was I having a dream?

What is true and what is false? Or, is it all true? It was all false? He had never thought about these questions, and at this time, so suddenly so many jumbled thoughts were born, he felt a panache in his chest, as if something was suppressed in his heart, and he felt like he could not breathe. "Ye Zheng, what's wrong with you?" "Ye Zheng......" Lin Yujia's strange voice pulled his thoughts back, he looked at Lin Yujia, and asked in a trance: "What's wrong?"

"You're still asking me, what's wrong with you. Lin Yujia said angrily: "I called you for a long time and you ignored me, hmph, what do you think!" "Oh, I'm distracted......" Ye Zheng said apologetically, quietly exhaled, and put aside the discomfort in his heart for the time being. "Hmph, I don't pay attention when I go shopping with others!" Lin Yujia twisted Ye Zheng's arm slightly, pointed to the front and said, "I'll let you see there, someone is singing!"

Ye Zheng looked in the direction of Lin Yujia's finger, and on the street in front of him, there was a man playing and singing with a guitar in his arms, and there were some people standing around. "It's supposed to be a wandering singer. Ye Zheng said. Yanjing is the capital of China, and it is a holy place for many people, and many young men and women come here with dreams to develop.

Among them are many singers, after these singers came to Yanjing, they sang on the streets, sang in bars, spent money to record their own CDs, and dreamed of being favored by people in music companies, and had the opportunity to sign into music companies and become singers in the real sense. I also dream of one day being able to stand on a glorious stage, with tens of thousands of fans in the audience, singing and waving on the stage, and there is a tsunami-like response from the audience.

Dreams are beautiful, but the reality is often cruel, and many singers will find that their situation is far from their ideals after coming to Yanjing. Some people are lucky enough to find a bar and cabaret to sing in. There are still many singers who can't even sing in residence, and some can only find a job to make ends meet, work during the day, and come out to sing after dinner. Others keep singing, on the streets, under bridges, on pedestrian streets. Playing the guitar and singing on his own, relying on the financial support of passers-by to make ends meet, this is a wandering singer.

They don't have money, they don't have relationships, a lot of people only have a guitar, and the music and singing are all they have. They are oppressed by life, tired from running around, singing on the streets and being watched coldly, sometimes just for the next meal and the next month's rent. Many of them have the ability to do other jobs, such as hard labor on construction sites, but also make a stable living. But they didn't, they firmly clenched the guitar in their hands, insisting on singing the hope of the future with their singing voices.

Of course, in the end, after being young and vigorous, many people failed, fell down, and retreated. Only a small number of people who come to Yanjing to find their music dreams can take root and survive on the soil of music, and very few can grow into towering trees. Most people, after experiencing all the hardships and hardships, can only quit in gloom, seek a stable job, and fight for themselves and their families.

Dreaming of this thing, sometimes not giving up, just because there are not enough reasons to give up. When you have enough reasons to give up, the so-called dreams are just the youthful time that was once gone, and they can be shattered at the slightest touch. Actually, about dreams. Moving forward bravely and not looking back is certainly exciting and moving. But sometimes, it takes more courage to turn back than to move forward. However, how many young people don't want to fight hard for their dreams?

Ye Zheng and Lin Yujia walked over and stood there listening for a while, Ye Zheng was surprised to find that this was actually a campus folk artist. Now in this era when campus folk songs are almost invisible, there are very few people who still sing campus folk songs. Campus folk songs and rock and roll almost declined at the same time, but the difference between them is that although rock and roll has declined, there are still many people doing rock and roll among the people, and there are more and more people doing rock and roll, as if a fire has been extinguished, but there are still many sparks.

Later, these sparks were ignited by Ye Zheng and burned again. But campus folk songs are different, compared to rock singers, there are fewer and fewer singers doing campus folk songs. Compared to the market for rock music, the market for campus folk songs is also less. This has a lot to do with the atmosphere of the times. The eighties and nineties, those twenty years, are called a romantic era by many people. At that time, there were poets, campus folk singers, and pure youth. At that time, there was no such scale of traffic and high-rise buildings, and the competition in society was not so fierce. There are also not so many materialistic thoughts.

In the atmosphere of the times, a group of poets and campus folk singers were born, who were welcomed by the masses, became the dazzling stars at that time, and became synonymous with an era. However, more than 10 or 20 years have passed, and the current social form and the ideological consciousness and aesthetic concepts of the masses have undergone tremendous changes from that time. Campus folk songs, a musical form that was commonly loved in the past, have been reduced to the petty mood of petty bourgeois youth. Become a truly niche music. Moreover, it seems that in that era, the emergence of a large number of excellent campus folk songs has squeezed the pure romantic thinking in the hearts of all creators. Even many well-known campus folk singers shook their heads helplessly in the face of paper and pen, admitting that they had lost their state of mind at that time, and it was difficult to regain the feeling of the past, and they could no longer create good campus folk songs. Campus folk songs have left a glorious past in the history of pop music, and they will not return a bunch of stinky tempers to ......" Many people looked at the woman in white in disgust and spoke in a low voice. The girl in white listened to the people's discussions, and laughed instead of being annoyed: "Okay, didn't you say that I can't sing? I'll sing one here today to see if the two of you singing campus folk songs attract more people, or if I attract more people!"

"Let's go, what are you going to do......" The girl in blue pulled the arm of the girl in white again, trying to pull her away, but was thrown away by the girl in white. Then the girl in white stretched out her hand to Ah Meng: "Give me the guitar! Now I'm not a passerby, now I'm also a street singer! Let's fight here, let's see who can attract more people! See if it's the campus folk songs that are popular, or pop and rock popular!"