After sending Li Ziqiang away, Han Xiaohong returned to her room, packed up her things a little, and began to prepare for tomorrow's shooting plan again.

She worked until about one o'clock in the morning, when she was busy with everything, and sat at the table in a daze, but she didn't feel sleepy.

Buzz Buzz...... It seemed that another mosquito was flying in her ear.

Han Xiaohong couldn't help but remember the way Li Ziqiang secretly stared at herself not long ago.

Obviously, she wouldn't really believe Li Ziqiang's nonsense that 'there are mosquitoes', but ...... At that time, in order to avoid embarrassment, she did not debunk the facts.

She just thought it was kind of funny.

Well...... Think about it...... In recent years, she doesn't seem to have seriously thought about her life's events, since the last bastard got out of his life, she herself has devoted herself to the film industry, and she has always avoided emotional matters.

Of course, for such a long time, it's not that no one has introduced her to other objects, and it's not that she herself hasn't met the aliens who eagerly pursue her, but in the end, she herself chose to give up a little boringly.

What's so good about a man?

Of course, Li Ziqiang's subtle feelings for her, she herself is also aware of it, but she is very rational that she and Li Ziqiang are unlikely to develop deeply, on the one hand, the identity gap between the two people is a bit big, and on the other hand, the personalities of the two of them are not very suitable.

Although Han Xiaohong does not think that Li Ziqiang's character is soft and cowardly, on the contrary, she also thinks that Li Ziqiang is down-to-earth, humble, and purely unpretentious, but no matter how good Li Ziqiang's character is, it is not a good match for herself after all.

So...... How nice it is to be happy to be friends!

Thinking about it, Han Xiaohong suddenly cracked her mouth and laughed, she didn't know why she was thinking so much tonight, and now she seemed to be a little self-inflicted, after all, although Li Ziqiang had a little meaning, she didn't really express anything, she really didn't need to think about it first.

Rubbing her face, Han Xiaohong went to wash up again, and then lay down on the bed.

However, over and over again...... I still can't sleep......

Madan, you won't have insomnia, you still have a lot of work to do tomorrow!

Han Xiaohong finally reluctantly took out her mobile phone and wanted to listen to a song to hypnotize.

opened the music software, and she suddenly remembered Li Ziqiang's words before leaving, so she involuntarily flipped out Zhang Yiwen's album.

She bought and listened to Zhang Yiwen's new album shortly after it was released, and for a few days before, she liked the song "The Fruit of Midsummer", and the faint sadness in the song made her feel a little self-pitying.

However, after the crew started work, she didn't listen to the songs much, and she didn't listen to the other songs in Zhang Yiwen's new album very seriously.

Now, on this night when she was about to lose sleep, she was affected by Li Ziqiang's words, and she turned the album out again.

This time she closed her eyes and listened carefully to one song after another, wanting to hear herself until she fell asleep.

The first song, "My Future Is Not a Dream", the second song, "The Wind Rises", the third song, "Snail", ...... Eh, these songs are written so positively and inspirationally, Han Xiaohong can't sleep even more after listening to them.

Soon, "Your Smile" and "I Do" took turns...... These two songs are a little sweet, Han Xiaohong felt goosebumps when she heard it, fortunately it was night, and she was lying in bed alone, otherwise if she listened to it in a crowded place outside, she would feel embarrassed.

followed by the two songs "The Fruit of Midsummer" and "The Price of Love", sure enough, Han Xiaohong still prefers this style of music, the soothing, faint, continuous sadness and comprehension, which is most suitable for her current emotional state.

But...... Odd...... Why can't I sleep?

Soon, the last song "Silence" began to play.

Han Xiaohong had only heard this song once before, because she felt that the lyrics were a bit pretentious and the melody was too sad, so she didn't listen to it again.

But at this moment, in this sleepless night, she unloaded all her psychological defenses and listened to the song again.

……

"I am condemned by love to be lonely all my life;"

"Don't fight back, don't let go;"

"Endless circles in the brush;"

"The heart is filled with dissatisfaction;"

"It's ...... you"

"Why love condemns all beings to loneliness;"

"I can't break free, I can't escape;"

"The knot on the brow that cannot be untied;"

"The catastrophe that fate can't solve;"

"It's ...... you"

……

This is the first time that Han Xiaohong has listened to this song very devotedly and very seriously, her eyes are closed, her breathing is soothing and relaxed, and her body does not move.

Until the whole song was sung, she inexplicably looped the single several times.

This song is really sad...... Why are the corners of my eyes suddenly a little moist......

But...... A moment later, Han Xiaohong suddenly opened her eyes again.

In the dark night, she didn't cry after all, but neatly stopped playing music, and then threw her phone aside.

She rolled over, lay on her side, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Sentenced to lifelong loneliness by love?

Sentence your sister, who are you, sentence me?

If you don't fight back, that's stupid, and if you don't let go, you're stupid!

Is that you? is it...... Your sister!

This song is like stepping on Han Xiaohong's heart with one foot again.

However, after listening to this song several times, Han Xiaohong suddenly felt a crack in his heart......

It is like a seed buried in the dark soil, and after a long wait, it finally opens the surface and grows a seedling that represents new life.

Sometimes, the reason why the seedlings break through the soil is not because of sunlight, moisture, air...... But...... It is precisely the foot that is missing that is stepped on.

Step on it first, and the weak shoots of the seedlings will be crushed so that they can't lift their heads...... And when this foot leaves, the young shoot will bottom out and rebound, burst out with more powerful vitality in one fell swoop, and then break through the ground.

This is the current state of Han Xiaohong.

Something seemed to be reviving inside of her, so she felt more grounded than ever...... So she soon fell asleep.

……

Chen Feng never thought that the songs he wrote would eventually affect a person's heart in this way.

And this person is still Han Xiaohong.

However, music, even movies or all other works of art, is like this, the work is created, it is there, how you listen, how you see, how you understand, it is your own business, and it has nothing to do with the original author.

No matter whether you say that others are self-inflicted or over-interpreted, this is the stimulation and inspiration brought by the work itself, which no one can deny!