Is it the loneliness that grows up? It's a very heavy topic.

The older we get, the weaker the friendship becomes. One day, it dawns on you that gone are the days when you were on the phone with friends for hours and had endless conversations. The address book flipped through several pages, and it was all work calls. I finally quieted down from my busy work for a while, but I found that I couldn't find anyone to talk to.

It's like Fang Ning in later generations, when he first joined the company, he was inexperienced and worked overtime until late at night, and when he went out, he poured a full sleeve of cold wind, like a slap in the face of life, and tried to join a colleague's conversation at lunch, "What are you talking about so funny?" but only got one sentence "It's nothing." The embarrassment and alienation.

As the years get older, those who used to drink and shout a dozen people can form a mighty team, have been washed away by time into a distant and vague empty number in the address book...... The dead friends who stood in the valley and raised their hands to the sky and shouted 'I am the king of the world' also disappeared into the desolation of the long time.

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At this time, it is already night, the summer coastal community, the lights are bright, those bright lights are hidden in the night, and the solar panels absorb enough heat to start heating the water and electricity of each household.

In the empty night, there are occasional pedestrians, and the street lights are dim and bright, but there is an indescribable silence in this small city coin.

Fang Ning rode his bicycle on the old-fashioned streets, surrounded by commercial buildings, street lamps, cultural squares, kites in the sky, and the sound of joy everywhere.

Passing by an old record store full of creepers, the Little Tigers' "Love" was played, and the song "Don't let the younger you grow up the more lonely you are" floated out.

All the voices seemed to fade away......

Fang Ning stopped riding the bike, the sound of the chain turning abruptly stopped, stepped on the ground with one foot, looked back at the record store in the dim light, his heart was beating empty, his pupils were dilated, and finally he returned to calm.

The traffic flow under the traffic lights was blurred, and the lights were far away, and the fashionable boys on the side of the road wearing headphones and humming pop music took off the headphones with their hands, and also looked back at the past, as if they were shocked by the warmth of the old songs, and finally smiled knowingly, humming the love of the Little Tigers; The boy turned his head ignorantly, and the familiar tune seemed to evoke the deep memory of the past, and his eyes were slightly red, until the young girl reached out and grabbed his wrist and asked why are you crying?

The sound of the record store is very loud, but the scope of transmission is always limited, and some people hear it and feel very nostalgic, but it is only a remembrance, and this life has to go on. When some people heard it, they felt sad, the more they grew up, the more lonely they became, and they didn't know where in this city was where they landed, and in the end they could only fight hard.

Fang Ning rode to the side, listened to the song "Love", seemed to be distracted for a long time, and waited until the single was looping before coming back to his senses.

Only the more mature you are, the more things you experience, will you realize the connotation of the song, just like watching the star master's big talk about Journey to the West Moonlight Treasure Box and the marriage of the Great Sage ten years ago, I can only understand the funny and nonsensical, but ten years later, I can look back and see the helplessness inside, and the sadness of the sentence 'You see that person seems to be a dog' all floated up.

The owner of the record store is an uncle who is almost forty years old, with a slightly fat figure, some bald hair on the top of his head, covered by a peaked cap, the hair exposed on both sides with wavy curls, and a big pie face, a bit of Gao Xiaosong's appearance, of course, he is certainly not as talented as Gao Xiaosong, he wears a brown leather jacket, jeans with a few holes at the knees, exposing the knees, and seems to be chasing the front end of the fashion trend.

However, when he walked into the store, he immediately felt that this idea was unfounded, and there was a central air conditioner in the corner of the record store to slowly heat the store.

A large poster hangs outside the record store. In addition to the shelves filled with music discs and music albums by fashionable people, there are also a variety of audio-visual products and equipment, such as cassette tapes, Walkman CD players, and MP3 players.

There weren't many people in the record store, and the playback device that the Little Tigers loved just now was the CD player in the corner, and now other songs have been played, and Uncle Gao Xiaosong was sorting out a stack of discs, and when he saw someone coming, he smiled kindly and asked Fang Ning what he wanted to watch? He shook his head, I just came in to shop after listening to love, and I just looked at it if I didn't buy anything.

"Oh. Then you can take a look at it, you can also listen to the albums of some pop music singers that have come out recently. The uncle took out the disposable cup from the messy drawer, poured him a glass of water, and went on to work.

Fang Ning found a sofa by the glass window and sat on it, looking at the traffic lights that were fading little by little outside the window, and the crowd of people in a hurry. He flipped through an album casually, which was Jay Chou's album "I'm Busy" released in November, in which azure and other smoke and rain

And I'm waiting for you, blue and white porcelain, Qili incense, etc. are all very famous songs.

Time passed slowly, and Fang Ning listened very carefully, listening one by one.

The night was also deeper, and Uncle 'Gao Xiaosong' seemed to be busy, and when he came to rest, he noticed Fang Ning, and was surprised that he was still here, thinking that this little boy was a fan, so he sighed, "If you like Jay Chou's songs, I will sell them to you cheaply, and it won't cost much." ”

Fang Ning raised his head, a happy expression appeared on his face, in fact, he was also about to ask the boss if he could sell it to him cheaper, his old sister was a fan of Jay Chou, thinking that she was quite tired from going to cram school during the winter vacation, so he wanted to comfort her a little, but he didn't have time, this time he happened to hear a song from the record store, so he came in by the way and picked a few records to go back.

"Boss, your business here doesn't look very good, some people came just now, but they all saw a lot, and there were few people who bought it. Fang Ning saw that there was still some time, and he was not in a hurry to go home, so he talked to his uncle.

"It's not good. The uncle took a stool and leaned over, lowered the sound of the CD player, and then said, "Whether it is a record store or a music album company, the business is not good, the advent of the Internet digital information age, has seriously impacted the prospects of our industry, music on the Internet is convenient, and no money, as long as you listen to the song, who cares about the sound quality." ”

"It's true that this era is getting more and more modern, and you can do everything online. Fang Ning nodded, quite agreeing.

Uncle Gao Xiaosong sighed and sighed, it seemed that there was not much confidence in the situation of this industry, his voice was a little low, indescribably heavy, "Especially in recent years, the number of customers who buy records has basically plummeted, without government support, our traditional record stores are difficult to support only with record sales." In the past, pop singers released albums and records, and we could buy more than 500 copies a month, but now the maximum is only twenty or thirty copies, and we are afraid of losing money!"

"Like the big world audio-visual store next to the Xinhua Bookstore in Laojie, it used to be a giant in our industry, and the prospects are not good, the main consumer groups in their stores are older old customers, mainly opera audio-visual products, they buy audio-visual products, but also to reminisce about the memories of the past, you say that even such a big store is about to be eliminated by the times, we are small households, how can business be good. ”

Uncle and Fang Ning chatted for a long time, saying that my store has been open for three years, fortunately, the store is small, the rent cost is not very high, and it is good that there are many consumer customers in the past, and the sale of records can still be profitable, but now it can no longer completely rely on records to maintain profits, and it is also necessary to sell other music peripheral products as a supplement, but it is only better than nothing.

By the time Fang Ning walked out of the record store, it was almost ten o'clock, there were not many people on the street, and the silence was terrifying.

Fortunately, there are street lights, and in the dim light, you can see the way back clearly.

"Be careful on the road, come to our store to play more when you have time!" Uncle stood at the door of the record store to see Fang Ning.

"Got it!"

He pedaled away, but he still looked back at the old record store looming in the streetlight, like a yellowed, faded old photograph.

The song of the Little Tigers sounded again, let all the calls for the future, take advantage of your youth to be a companion, and don't let the younger you grow up, the more lonely you become......

In this empty and silent night, it seems to be able to sound far away!