This afternoon, Wen Feng drank some beer and lay alone on the lawn, the originally clear sky seemed gray to him, and the white clouds were not as white as before. The afternoon sun was exceptionally warm, shining through the shade of the trees, and his eyelids sank unconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he saw two strange-looking people walking in front of him, and a woman was standing between them. After a closer look, Wen Feng was startled, one looked like a bull's head, the other had a horse's face, and the woman in the middle was not Yang Lu...... He got up in a hurry, got up from the ground and was about to rush forward. But his two feet were fixed on the ground and couldn't move, he opened his mouth to shout Yang Lu, the vocal cords in his throat seemed to disappear suddenly, and he couldn't shout whether he was alive or dead, so he watched the bull head and horse face drag Yang Lu in front of him......

Yang Lu turned his head and looked at Wen Feng with a look of pleading for help, as if to say, "Don't, don't let them take me away!" Wen Feng was sweating but there was nothing he could do, he held his breath and yelled at Yang Lu...... He suddenly opened his eyes and found that it was a dream, or a nightmare, and his body was already soaked.

Wen Feng rubbed his eyes and sat up, thinking back to the dream just now, so real. Could it be that Yang Lu will really be doomed? In an instant, his chest was extremely stuffy, fearful, anxious, irritable, and he felt like he was out of breath. He steadied himself and looked around again, but there was no one. The breeze blew softly, dripping a green leaf or two. But the feeling of fear and sorrow still lingered in my heart. He suddenly took the guitar from the side and held it in his arms, and kept playing the strings at random, trying to use the sound of the piano to dispel the irritability in his heart.

He inadvertently played a third-level chord that made his heart flutter, as if the emotions in his heart were lightened a little, and he played a melody that he had never heard before, and his heart seemed to be relieved a little, so he kept looking for a rhythm that could soothe his mood, and played until late at night.

Wen Feng played it repeatedly, adjusted it repeatedly, and the boredom in his heart was swept away, he took out the pen and paper in his bag, and recorded the melody that had just been baked by the dim light in front of the ward. He looked up at the night sky, and then looked at the green leaves above his head, thought about it intently, recalled the past he had experienced with Yang Lu, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he added lyrics to this piece of music in one go, and when he looked up, the sky was already white.

Wen Feng's mobile phone rang, and it was Yang Lu calling.

"Why didn't you go back, were you here all night?" Yang Lu's tone was full of concern and distress.

Wen Feng looked up at Yang Lu by the window and hurriedly said, "Don't say anything, listen carefully!"

Wen Feng was worried that Yang Lu couldn't hear clearly through the window, so he turned his mobile phone to hands-free mode and put it very close to him, played the guitar in his arms and sang softly......

The night sky, which is commonplace, has lost its former brilliance, as if we no longer know each other.

Fill your heart with memories for a smile that you never forget.

For the sadness of passing away, do not forget your tenderness.

Last night's wind blew away a few wisps of memories.

The pear blossoms fall, and the tears of lovesickness fall all over the ground.

If you can meet in a dream, you would rather not wake up.

In my dreams, you dance with your sleeves, and I pluck the strings with my hands.

The eyes shimmered with color, but turned into teardrops, lingering.

Along the tear stains, it fell on the chest.

Along the chest, imprint your and my fate.

Follow fate, look for the contract of this life.

Even the water of forgetfulness will never forget that thought.

In the reincarnation of the previous life, let you and I meet again.

What God has given you is irreplaceable.

As long as you are by your side, even ordinary days are full of happiness every minute.

Sitting on the lamp, recalling the hand with the child.

Tonight, I hope that the landscape will live up to its original intention.

Spring is over, and the days are still long.

In this life, I have no anger, no worries, no complaints and no regrets.

……

When he picked up his phone again after singing this brand new ballad, Yang Lu couldn't wait to ask, "What song is this? I've never heard it?"

"I just wrote it last night. Wen Feng smiled and said, "I wrote it for you, and I wrote it for us, do you like it?"

"If you didn't go back for one night, it's ......" Yang Lu couldn't hide the emotion in her heart, "I like it, I really like it!"

"It's good to like it! It's just that this song doesn't have a name yet, wife, please give it a name, right?"

"Mountains and rivers do not forget their original intentions....... Along the tear stain, it fell on the chest....... Along the chest, imprint the fate of you and me........" Yang Lu sang the lyrics just now and stroked her chest, and suddenly raised her voice and said: "You wrote about us who were destined, so you called ...... The tears that belong only to you and me, okay?"

Wen Feng nodded in agreement.

Yang Lu paused for a long time and said word by word: "I really, really love you!"

"I love you too!"

Wen Feng didn't know that when he wrote this song, he expressed the sorrow, trouble, and longing for Yang Lu in his heart for a long time through the song. It's just that this song blends Wen Feng's overly sad mood at that time, and it is like the heart-to-heart tears on his and Yang Lu's chests, and they are sad to the extreme.

Under Yang Lu's constant persuasion, Wen Feng promised her to go back to rest, and when he got up, two people who were once familiar walked towards him from a distance.

Wen Feng fixed his eyes and saw that it was Yang Lu's parents. He knew that Yang Lu's parents had always opposed them being together, and at this time he wanted to hide, but it was obviously too late, so he could only walk up and shout: "Uncle, aunt!"

He noticed that Yang Lu's parents had a sad look on their faces, thinking that they had been worried about their daughter's affairs.

Yang Zhicheng walked over and said: "Wen Feng, we come every day, and seeing that you have been here with her all the time, you have a heart." ”

Wen Feng smiled bitterly and did not speak.

"You kid, Lulu doesn't know if she can be cured this time......"

Wen Feng interrupted what Yang Zhicheng was about to say, and said in a firm and unquestionable tone: "Yang Lu will definitely be good!"

Yang Zhicheng was stunned and sighed, and Yang Lu's mother next to him couldn't help but shed tears.

Then Yang Lu's parents chatted with Wen Feng for a few words, watched their daughter leave through the window.

After Wen Feng went home, he didn't listen to Yang Lu's words to rest, but spent a whole day using audio software to make the song "Tears of the Heart" he had just created into MP3 and copied it into the Walkman. The next day, he asked the nurse in the inpatient department to deliver the Walkman to Yang Lu no matter what. When Yang Lu appeared in front of the window again, Wen Feng smiled happily when he saw her wearing headphones in her ears and shaking her walkman in her hand.

Wen Feng sat on the lawn, holding the guitar and continuing to play and sing......

I know that Zhou Hui's "Promise" only belongs to Zhou Hui and the public, and now that there is "Tears of Heart", a "promise" that belongs to him and Yang Lu, Wen Feng will naturally only sing her own songs.

The next day, Wen Feng was eating the xiaolongbao in his hand on the lawn at noon, when he received a call from his mother.

"Wen Feng, I don't care where you are now, you have to give me home today!"