Through the crowd, Zhou Zhi got on the subway.

He went to the place where he had been singing for the past few years.

Although there are not many people there, the scenery is very good, and I hope his singing will give everyone more reasons to stop.

This last night will be his last concert.

It's time to stop.

What should come is still coming.

He had to put away all his fantasies after all.

But before that, he wants to squander his last youth!

How can there be no regrets.

No regrets.

The bright guitar sound comes from the mature and hoarse voices that are urged by the years, by reality, and by the environment.

Someone stopped, took a look, and left.

Someone leaned against the pier, nodding their heads from time to time.

At night, most of the people walking on the road are people who are running for life.

They walked in a hurry, they walked fast, they had blended into the rhythm of the city.

Zhou Zhi sang there one by one.

It's like fast-forwarding in a movie.

The people who pass by, the people who come and go, are like light and shadow, like time, flowing past him.

He is the only one in this landscape who does not move.

He didn't spread out his guitar bag.

Didn't drink water either.

The cold wind froze his fingers, interrupting his rhythm, and he stopped.

There is no thermos cup, so the hot water you bring when you go out should be cold.

Your lips are dry, your throat is dry, so let's drink saliva.

Although it may be chilling.

It's not early.

Sing the last song again.

Let's use this letter to greet his parents.

Although there are no passers-by.

The sound of a harmonica piercing the heart came.

The sound seemed to come from the wilderness, empty, melodious, and had a strong local flavor.

Then pass by everyone who passes by, pass by them, and greet them.

......

As soon as the voice comes out, it makes people nostalgic for their hometown.

How many people in this city really belong here?

The harmonica sound of the intro is much longer than the original.

More and more beautiful.

He saw a family of three standing beside him.

Between Mom and Dad was a little girl, and the big eyes of the little girl were looking at him.

He seemed to see his own childhood.

The prelude was repeated again.

Then he put down the harmonica and played the guitar with a slightly warmer hand.

This is the last song, and they are the last audience.

He closed his eyes.

What everyone knows is that after hearing the sound of the harmonica, they all stopped involuntarily after hearing the sound that made their hearts tremble, and then gathered together.

Zhou Zhi didn't look around, because he couldn't help but shed tears after he opened his mouth for the first time.

He closed his eyes, trying to hold back, but he couldn't.

This greeting of "how are you" made his voice cry.

When he had sung that he was fine here, he finally looked up and looked around, and saw so many people coming, and his nasal voice became heavier.

He's not having a good time at all.

The world is big, and dreams have no home.

The low, hoarse voice is still clear acoustic guitar sound, and the simple greeting is pure emotion.

When Zhou Zhi sang "Actually, I'm homesick", many people on the side of the road had tears in their eyes.

Not only because of the greetings they often made before, not only because they reported good news and bad news, but also because they were really homesick.

Wanderers, in the dead of night, how can they be homesick in the festival of reunion.

Especially such a heartfelt song.

There are no stars in the sky and no moon.

There is no moon to sustenance lovesickness.

All they shared was the night.

Snowflakes are falling again.

It was like a mischievous elf, beating in the wind and in the air.

Jump on everyone.

Relatives in my hometown, have you added clothes when it's cold?

It's like singing in a song, you should be willing to wear the new clothes you bought, don't wear the old clothes anymore, after a long time, you won't keep warm.

They have grown up to be ignorant.

The harmonica sound came again.

The number of onlookers is increasing.

The song appealed to them.

This song, which they had never heard before, shook their hearts deeply.

The onlookers all had goosebumps when they heard the salute.

This is the format of the letter!

The end of the letter is the most standard and universal pattern.

It turns out that the letter I said before is really a letter.

This is a letter from home.

It's been a long time since this kind of age has been in their world.

When was the last time you wrote a handwritten letter?

The constant repetition of this salute at the end made them feel like they were back home.

It's as if they're back in the classroom when they were kids.

The Chinese teacher was walking through the format of the letter and asked them to write a letter to their parents.

The dimly lit classroom, the not-so-bright classroom and the yellowed paper, the last four words on it come into view.

Countless people have returned to their memories.

And the song is coming to an end.

When the harmonica solo in the last section ended, Zhou Zhi couldn't help crying.

It's over.

He's going to start over.

He didn't believe he wouldn't be able to live a life when he came home!

His regrets are gone.

This last performance was probably the largest number of people he had ever performed.

There was nothing to clean up, and I didn't wait for everyone's applause, and I was directly drowned in the wind and snow.

Zhou Zhi left, but the onlookers did not dissipate.

They are immersed in their own memories, and they are reluctant to leave for a long time, unwilling to come out.

They want to go home for the Chinese New Year this year, no matter what!

"Daddy, Daddy, let's go!"

The little girl of the family of three, who was the first to listen to the song, shook her father's hand, and when the song was over, it was time to go, but his father never moved.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time before his daughter woke up.

He was really touched by the song.

But when he looked around and looked again, he couldn't find anyone singing.

It's a shame, he just wants to find this person now.

It's just that, a step too late, he's gone.

He picked up his daughter and said gently, "Well, let's go, baby, kiss Daddy." ”

His wife saw his stunned gaze and knew that he had something on his mind after listening to the song.

In fact, she was also touched.

It's so rare to be able to make time for a walk on a day like this.

No, the daughters who had just been picked up were already asleep in his father's arms.

He hugged his sleeping daughter, thinking, I must come back tomorrow, I hope he is still there.

It was a fate to be able to take time out to go for a walk with my wife and daughter tonight, and to come across such a song.

It's just a pity that I don't know the name of this song.

When will we be able to hear it again?

Although he has settled here and has his own family, he misses his hometown a little, the scenery of his hometown, the winter of his hometown, and his friends.

He misses everything about his hometown.

He had already decided, he was going to find him, invite him, and sing to the whole country.

I just hope he's still here tomorrow.