If there is nothing again, there will be no one who looks at him strongly and says don't worry about me in the future.

If you write another song, it seems that there will be no more of the most important first listener and fans.

He also knows that life will go on, and now it's like falling in love at the beginning of a teenager and then falling out of love, so he feels that his whole life is gloomy.

Then Sister Xia broke into his life, cared about him, ate and commuted together, and treated him as a younger brother, so that he could slowly get rid of his extreme gray thoughts.

That's why now he's telling his story.

Swallowing the spicy drink, he began to tell the story, his ability to describe is stronger than that of Sister Xia.

"This is the story of a grassroots singer, at the beginning, he didn't want to be a singer so urgently, he just liked to sing, he felt a kind of simple happiness, that time he sang a warm-up song at a music festival, it didn't matter, and he didn't think he sang very well, he got off the stage, a girl who was still a college student came to him and said you sing so well, you should be a big star. He looked at her, he didn't know if she was too beautiful, or her praise made him think she was too beautiful, in short, he felt that she was his angel, so what she said was naturally right, then start becoming a singer. ”

Jiang Fan's voice contained many things, including traces of time, deep sadness, and a faint sense of remorse.

Naturally, the two fell in love, and he went to school to find her, sang to her, and then the two of them ate together and studied on their own, and she graduated and came to the city where he lived, and she said that he liked the slow pace of the city, just like him. ”

Jiang Fan had a smile on her face, and Sister Xia listened more and more seriously.

But he didn't have much time to spend with her, he had already started to keep himself busy, he felt that he didn't know anything, he needed to use his skills to support him and her, he thought of responsibility and marriage, she always said helplessly: don't work so hard, the singer can be a singer, if you can't be it, forget it. He just said yes, he didn't think so in his heart, he always remembered that she said that he should be a singer. ”

The two naturally got married, he got a little better, but he was still very busy, he had to keep his heat, sometimes he would get lost, but when he got home and saw her in his sleep, he would wake up and remember the sentence: You will definitely become a singer. ”

Sister Xia'er's eyes began to moisten, and she had already guessed that this was a story of faint happiness and faint regret.

He didn't realize until late that she didn't really want him to be a singer at all, it was just a simple compliment from her, because she wanted to get to know this boy, and the compliment was just the beginning of a conversation. If it weren't for love, with her being so kind, virtuous and beautiful, why would she suffer with a grassroots singer?"

"The story is quite warm and touching, but the man in here is too stupid!" Sister Xia wiped her eyes, and then suddenly glared and said, "This is not your story, make it up!"

Jiang Fan held back the sourness in his heart and smiled.

He didn't say he had to tell his own story, and just when his career was getting a little better, the man died. ”

That's really not the story of this Jiang Fan anymore!

The man is dead? Sister Xia hates this kind of vulgar routine, and she doesn't even let women have a good ending in the story.

The sourness in Jiang Fan's eyes finally couldn't be resisted, and he lowered his head with tears in his eyes.

"Yes, that man is dead to a woman. ”

Sister Xia didn't seem to like sad stories, and the alcohol made her a little drowsy again.

"What a bad story to tell, how sad a woman should be. ”

Yes, how sad and helpless she should be, Jiang Fan lowered his head, and tears began to fall.

Sister Xia squinted, tilted her head, didn't notice Jiang Fan's abnormality, and thought for a while, maybe Jiang Fan was too emotional, she seemed to have heard this story in her heart.

"It stands to reason that he should be more ...... Accompanies his wife, but seems to be a singer...... is really involuntary in the entertainment industry, he has too little time, maybe he takes the winning and losing heart too seriously. ”

She was really drunk, and she spoke intermittently.

"Didn't you say that men like to sing, and women should like their own ...... Men have their own loves, okay, if so...... Words of true love. ”

Jiang Fan thought melancholy, is true love? Naturally, it is true love, how much she supports his dream.

Looking up and seeing a guitar on the wall, he stood up, held it in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth.

Look back!

A song that laments the past and laments the past.

When the last sentence was sung, Jiang Fan finally burst into tears, and he and she were just like the lyrics: Looking back again, it was like a dream, and then looking back, my heart is still the same, only the endless long road is waiting for me......

Sister Xia is really drunk, and she seems to be saying don't be noisy, I'm so tired, let me sleep.

Jiang Fan sang and drank by himself......

After a time and space, this song gave him a different experience.

The clouds cut off the way back, and he couldn't go back.

And the pain and longing, he is ready to bury deep in his heart.

Whether it's like a dream or my heart is still the same, after tonight, he will always have to walk the endless long road by himself.

If the road is too lonely, if you can meet a woman who agrees with him, he may also fall in love, and then have a child or two.

I'm sorry, I'll just miss you in the future.

He whispered to her in his heart.

When he finished half of Sister Xia'er's bottle, Jiang Fan didn't know if he was drunk or tired of singing, tilted his head and fell asleep on the ground.

The next morning, Jiang Fan opened his eyes and saw Sister Xia lying on the sofa opposite him, asleep without any image.

Jiang Fan got up and washed his face, then walked to the balcony, pushed open the window, and the morning sun outside sprinkled in unscrupulously.

He thought of his heartlessness for a month, of his inadvertent thoughts about her for a month, of dreaming of her every night and waking up in the middle of the night.

Maybe it was last night's tears that took away a lot of things, maybe it was saying what was in my heart, maybe last night's narration was like a farewell ceremony.

No dreams last night.

He looked at the early morning sun, and the endless stream of pedestrians on the road, the staff at work, the students who went to school and the aunts who bought vegetables, everyone had their own things, and looked back at Sister Xia who was still dreaming, and he thought that he would have his own things next.

I searched in the refrigerator of Sister Xia'er's house, but I didn't find too many things, so I boiled some porridge.

When she didn't get better, Sister Xia woke up.

Seeing Jiang Fan in the kitchen, she looked confused, and her tone was full of surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Then I patted my head and remembered myself.

"Oh, it looks like we're both drunk. ”

Then he looked at Jiang Fan with a suspicious expression.

"Stinky boy, did you do anything to me while I was drunk?"

Jiang Fan glanced at her. "Find a mirror and look at your face. ”

Sister Xia exploded when she heard it.

"What do you mean, boy, sister, I still look pretty good. ”

Jiang Fan said helplessly: "What does it mean on the surface, find a mirror to look at your face, and hurry up to wash your face." ”

Sister Xia looked in the mirror, and she didn't remove her makeup last night, and it seemed that there was wine flowing through again, and her face was indeed like a painting.

After washing her face, she sat on the sofa without makeup, took the porridge handed over by Jiang Fan, and said I told the company, let's take leave today, and then shouted that she had a headache, drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and suddenly muttered to herself.

"I seem to have forgotten something very important. ”

When the bowl of porridge was finished, she finally had an impression.

"I was like listening to a song last night. ”

Jiang Fan thought of her attitude towards that song last night, and he was a little depressed.

Maybe he was the first reborn to throw a golden song at a drunken person, or maybe he was the first reborn to not get an exclamation after throwing a golden song, and he had an urge to hide his face and feel really disgraced to the reborn.