Letter paper is a very traditional red-line manuscript paper, with neat handwriting and one board at a glance. Postage stamps are also pasted with the most traditional and simple ordinary stamps.

There is no date, no sender's address, and not even a signature.

With the development of modern technology, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to write letters with a pen, so he basically hands over the emails of fans and book friends to Phantom Ping to deal with, and all handwritten letters, not to mention a reply one by one, it is unrealistic, at least to ensure that each one will be opened and read. It's just that I don't know why, this letter, which was obviously sent before New Year's Day, has only now been received.

That's not the point, though. The point is that even a literary bastard like Deng Zheng, who is a second-generation person, is still pressed by this letter at this moment.

Under the guidance of emotions, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind, and a familiar melody that had been sealed for a long time flowed out appropriately.

Deng Zheng got up and patted Tan Wei's shoulder, his eyes shining: "Xiaowei, you sit first." Wait a minute. ”

Tan Wei's long eyelashes trembled, and surprise was written on her face, but she still nodded very obediently.

After Deng Zheng flashed out, she took off her cotton slippers, hugged her feet and knees, sat at the end of the bed against the wall, and looked at the radiator opposite for a while. Then, I couldn't help but pick up the letter and read it again......

Seven or eight minutes later, Deng Zheng walked back with a spider web on his head, and although his face was gray, his eyebrows fluttered, and he was still carrying a broken wooden guitar that he didn't know where to turn it over.

Tan Wei said "ah", hurriedly got up and jumped out of bed, took a feather duster to help him dust, and brought a hot and humid towel to wipe his face. complained softly: "Brother Zheng, it's a big night, where are you going?"

"Go downstairs and rummage in the utility room to find this guitar. Deng Zheng let Tan Wei be busy and "waiting". Just care about the tune and tuning of the tunes, "You bought this little thing for me with the New Year's money." It's a pity that when I was in middle school, I was too stupid to learn no matter how I learned, so I put it on the shelf. Who knew that when I arrived at university, I had no teacher, and suddenly I found some feelings. ”

Tan Wei's warm, soft, and white-like little hand reached out. helped him twist the last bit of cobwebs from his ears, and smiled softly: "Yes, sometimes I'm really curious about how Brother Zheng's freshman year was." In a year's time, it seems that a lot of things have been made clear all at once. ”

Deng Zheng decisively avoided this topic, lowered his head and played around for a while. I found it to be okay. He smiled and pointed forward, "Don't be busy." You go over there. Sit down peacefully. ”

Tan Wei's beautiful snow was slightly faint, stretched his waist, kicked off his shoes, swayed his bear cotton socks, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled: "It's great." I didn't expect to send a letter. And so on. ”

"It's not a benefit. Ji Mingcheng and your teacher Cooper invited me to sing two or three months ago, saying that your third album is ready to take a step forward. The theme of girl's sunshine and youth is closer to the girl's feelings and feelings, and it is a simple lyrical song. Although I said yes, I didn't have any ideas, and after reading the letter, I suddenly had some inspiration, and I'm going to try to hum it now, how about you listen. ”

When Tan Wei heard that it was because of the inspiration brought by the very regrettable letter just now, her eyes lit up, and she quickly held her breath, for fear of missing a word or a note, and even the bear cotton socks couldn't care about swaying.

Deng Zheng's guitar level is not high, in order to improve his competitiveness when he sang in a bar before, he now learns it, and only uses it when he pretends to be a literary fan, but he still plays and sings ordinary songs just now, especially this once familiar melody-

I had to let go of my hand in love

Calmly look at the gentleness of no one else

had to be at the door where people were coming

Slowly learn to accept it calmly

I thought I had finally gotten rid of the old days

If you have a person, you have a lifetime

I didn't think we would repeat the mistakes of the past

It turned out to be just as naïve

You always say that one day if we still have a fate

After walking around, you will still return to each other's side

I'm always afraid that one day, even if my feelings haven't changed

You and I met after we met someone else......

This Manjiang "Between Us" is simple and niche, but the lyrics and melody are extremely beautiful and moving. For a while, it has been a must-have song for Deng Zheng to drink and sing after returning to the rental house at night.

The north wind is howling outside, and the interior is as warm as spring. The radiator burned so much that the whole person was a little dizzy, as if all the senses were empty and exaggerated. Deng Zheng's warm voice, skillful chords, not slow or hurried, eloquent. Moreover, its lyrics fit well with the story told in the letter just now. In an instant, the girl's heart, which was still in the throbbing recovery of the letter story, was crushed again.

Such an evening, such a person, such a song, such a story......

The girl's tears, like pearls, rolled down one by one, and she couldn't wipe them anymore.

"How's that, does it sound good?"

When Deng Zheng played and sang by himself, he was also a little embarrassed and emotional, and after saying this, he found that Tan Wei was crying more than when he read the letter before. But this time, I didn't panic, put down the guitar, leaned over, and gently hugged her shoulder.

Patting slowly. Didn't speak.

Tan Wei leaned her head on his shoulder, hugged his arm tightly with both hands, and sobbed for a while before she looked up a little embarrassed, her big eyes were wet and bright, and she was full of excitement: "Brother Zheng, this song is really for us?"

Deng Zheng looked at her: "Do you feel ...... The lyrics are a little too mature and precipitated?"

"No, it won't. The mood of this song is easy to find, and Mr. Cooper will definitely like it. He often said that he likes simple love songs, the simpler they are, the easier it is to move people, but they are not easy to write. ”

Deng Zheng nodded, as Cooper's proudest closed disciple, Tan Wei must be able to grasp his preferences. Since she said yes, it should mean that she can make a difference.

"Brother Zheng, you are too powerful and genius. I'd like you to play and sing again. Although Tan Wei is very sticky to him when she is young, she has always been strong and excellent, and at this moment, her eyes are rare and full of little stars, and even her voice is wet and glutinous.

"It's okay to sing it again...... But Xiaowei, then, isn't it convenient for you to let go of my right arm first?"

Once, twice, three times...... Tan Wei, who has always been distressed and caring for people, seemed to be a different person tonight, pestering Deng Zheng to play and sing over and over again until ...... Finally, he leaned on his shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Even though he fell asleep, the little thin eyebrows were still frowning slightly, revealing his worries. And her signature long drooping black eyelashes still have crystal wet marks. The cheeks that can be broken by blowing bombs, because of the night of tears, warm and hot, red and fluttering, are lovely.

Since she was a child, she has fallen asleep after playing like this. In the past, Deng Zheng must have carried her back to her own house downstairs, but now it is minus seven or eight degrees in the cold winter, and there is no heating in the corridor, so I was worried that she would catch a cold, so I didn't toss.

After settling her down on the bed, she called Aunt Xu Ying, then took the cover from the cabinet and came to the living room.

The heating in the living room is very sufficient, and the sofa is comfortable enough, but Deng Zheng tosses and turns, and it is difficult to fall asleep...... (To be continued......)