cpa300_4(); Cheng Xiaoyu quickly finished eating, left the Qilin Chinese restaurant, told Wang Dongliang to accompany the guests of Shenzhou, and asked him to wait for the checkout, and told everyone to accuse him of the crime, and left first. After Cheng Xiaoyu left, the atmosphere at the wine table immediately became lively, after all, everyone didn't know how to face such a young president.

The members of the idol project did not come to the restaurant to eat because they were strictly required to eat and drink, and they could only tragically face Cheng Xiaoyu's customized nutritious meal in the hotel.

Today is a rare and easy day for Cheng Xiaoyu, in the evening, Shenzhou's video editing and post-production are no longer needed, those staff have learned Cheng Xiaoyu's routines, and even do better than him.

The promotion of the idol project is also on the right track, and it is at a time of deep fermentation, waiting for the MV of the idol project to come out, Cheng Xiaoyu believes that the combination of this group can not only conquer China, but even conquer the world.

Cheng Xiaoyu walked out of the door of the restaurant and suddenly felt a heat wave hit, the capital at the end of August is not so friendly to tourists, the temperature during the day is as high as 37 degrees, and the heat at night is not reduced at all, in this city full of red and black solemn sù mu, it is its feelings in August, Cheng Xiaoyu's feelings for the city are also very special, his first love in his dream once inhabited here, in order to see her, he took the hard seat of the green train for almost twenty hours to see her.

It was October, the most beautiful and comfortable season in the capital, the red leaves of Xiangshan, the autumn dyeing of the Great Wall were better than other seasons, where they walked, and then separated, these beautiful scenery was the last footnote of his first love, although the appearance of the character in the dream had been blurred, but the feeling of distress was still clear.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the colorful traffic in front of him a little stunned, and the surging river of lights washed his soul over and over again. He reached out to stop a taxi, but at the moment he didn't want to go back to the hotel.

Cheng Xiaoyu opened the car door and got into the co-pilot, and the driver turned his head and asked, "Where is Mr."

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly felt that he wanted to drink a few glasses, although he was not very good at drinking, but today he was suddenly relieved from his busy work, he wanted the slightly drunk feeling that day, so he said to the driver, "Let's drive forward first, towards Houhai." ”

At this point in time, the capital is congested, Cheng Xiaoyu sat bored and listened to the driver's master say that the latest Beijing four young people in the capital are how to cow B, and the poisonous "Sunny Day" was played on the radio, which made Cheng Xiaoyu a little happy, and he didn't pay attention to the driver's spitting and spitting energy, and when the next song "Nunchuck" was played, he was turned by the driver before he sang a few words, and turned his head to Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "Young people nowadays, how do they like to listen to some strange songs, the Peking Opera of the ancestors, Yue Opera is almost no one listening. ”

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Master, I also like opera and pop, in fact, I think the nunchucks just now are quite good, why don't we listen to it together?"

The master looked at the Mercedes-Benz in front of him forcibly merging, scolded and stepped on the brakes, then turned his head and smiled at Cheng Xiaoyu, and turned the radio back to "Nunchuck" just now.

Cheng Xiaoyu listened to the familiar sound and rhythm in his ears, and looked at the sky full of shining lights in the gloom, as if he had returned to a dream, but it was just a dream for him.

At this time, it happened to be Tongquetai, which he had come to during the winter vacation, Cheng Xiaoyu remembered the little girl who bought flowers, and just happened to be stuck in the crowded traffic, so he looked around through the glass, and sure enough, the little girl was still selling flowers at the door last time.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought about it and paid to get out of the car, and he didn't ask the driver to find it for a hundred yuan.

At that time, the car was still parked in the middle of the road, but fortunately, the sidewalk was not far away, Cheng Xiaoyu crossed the cars with horns, climbed over the railing with clumsy movements, and shouted "Xiaoyan!" to the little girl who was still engrossed in selling flowers, "Xiaoyan!"

The petite and lovely Xiaoyan turned her head suspiciously, saw Cheng Xiaoyu's somewhat innocent smile, screamed and put down the red plastic bucket in her hand, and threw herself into Cheng Xiaoyu's arms with the guitar on her back.

Cheng Xiaoyu picked up Xiaoyan with both hands and spun around in the air, she was very thin and light, which made Cheng Xiaoyu a little sad.

Xiaoyan cried when she saw Cheng Xiaoyu, and said with sobs, "Brother, I thought I wouldn't see you anymore!"

Cheng Xiaoyu put Xiaoya down, squatted down and looked at this cute little girl like a porcelain doll, wiped away her tears with a smile, and said a little ashamedly, "How come! Brother, isn't this coming?" If he hadn't been passing by, he might have remembered, but maybe he wouldn't have come to take a look.

Xiaoyan stretched out her immature little hand and grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's big hand and said, "Then will you come again in the future?"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know that he would leave such a deep memory for Xiaoyan, he thought that he was just a kind passer-by, and gave a little mercy to this little girl, but he didn't know how long this pity was enough for this little girl to survive and how long to be moved. She can happily pay tuition and fees (compulsory education is only free of tuition), so that her grandmother does not have to go out to pick up plastic bottles, she can buy more food to go home, and she can change into new stationery and buy a beautiful bow.

It may be just a little kindness to you, but it is a long warmth to her. Of course, the important thing is not only money, but more importantly, Cheng Xiaoyu's music, the scene of that night has always lingered in Xiaoyan's heart, for her to sing in the wind and snow, leading her home, which makes Xiaoyan have a love called happiness, she once fantasized about how beautiful it would be if she could do this every day, second only to when her mother was still around.

Cheng Xiaoyu took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out one, wiped his face clean for Xiaoyan and said, "Brother left you the phone number, if you miss your brother in the future, will you call your brother?"

Xiaoyan nodded with a smile, her eyes flowing through tears were more transparent and clear, her moist eyelashes were long and curled, her eyes were big and smart, her skin was not very white but very delicate, and she was a standard beauty embryo.

Cheng Xiaoyu took the guitar from Xiaoyan, stood up and said, "Come on, brother, sing to you." He has always felt that it was a rare experience for him and a lot of fun.

Cheng Xiaoyu touched this guitar again but had a rare sense of intimacy, tried the pitch, tuned the strings, leaned on the railing on the street and swept the strings, and began to chant softly.

Although the heat of the capital in August is irresistible, but after all, it is the summer vacation and the tourist season, there is never a shortage of tourists in any tourist resort in China, Tongquetai is in the prosperous area, and it is also the peak period of visitors at this moment, and the flow of people is still very large.

But in fact, it is difficult to keep the footsteps of others without a very high standard of street singing. Especially what Cheng Xiaoyu sings is not a popular golden song in China itself. But Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't matter, he just wants to sing today, it doesn't matter if anyone listens to it or not.

Xiaoyan didn't carry her little red bucket to ask others if they would buy flowers, she stood beside Cheng Xiaoyu obediently, quietly listening to his mellow and slightly torn voice singing this somewhat sad song. (BGM "Community Wine House" Xu Ge/Zheng Ren, I like Zheng Ren's voice very much, I recommend NetEase Cloud Music, I hope you can like it too.) ）

Sitting alone in a tavern in the neighborhood

At the end of a tiring day

Just have a drink here

Then go home early and get some sleep

And forget about her tonight

Drinking alone in a tavern in the community

I don't know if I'm drunk with a glass or two

I'm alone on this breathless day

It's only me who bothered so much to forget about you (I don't copy the lyrics, because I can't copy and paste!!!!! I love the prelude of this song very much, because I rewrote the lyrics into Chinese and no one reads them, so please make up the Chinese automatically. ）

Su Yuxi got out of the taxi and saw Cheng Xiaoyu's extremely familiar back.

Tongquetai is a traditional Chinese style building, the top is a golden glazed tile layer by layer on the blue, purple, black, emerald, peacock green, sapphire blue and other colorful glazed walls. The red column stands imposingly underneath, as if supporting not the roof, but the world.

There are glass magpies at each end of the main ridge in the roof of Tongquetai, which swallow the large ridge steadily and powerfully. The magpie spreads its wings and has a beautiful shape, which is both a component and an ornament. Some of the tiles create three-dimensional animal images such as dragons and phoenixes, lions, and seahorses, symbolizing auspiciousness and majesty, and looking from afar, they look like the mythical Qionggong Xianque.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood under the huge antique building, with the huge blue starry sky behind him, he was holding his guitar and leaning against the black railing, looking a little small against the vast background, and beside him stood a cute little girl carrying a small bucket of delicate roses, wearing a white T-shirt and a blue strap dress.

Su Yuxi looked at the crowded street, there were travelers taking pictures, and the dazzling after the flash. There are pedestrians hurrying with mobile phones, accompanied by the sound of leather shoes tapping. There was a fashionable young woman holding a windmill with a child, passing by a curious glance in front of him.

In this steaming night, because there is no trace of wind, in this torment that people don't want to stay, Cheng Xiaoyu's somber and sentimental voice flows slowly and quietly like a cold stream, he plucks the guitar strings like a light plucking the paddle in a mirror-like lake, and the sound spreads from his hand to her heart like a ripple.

This music carries Su Yuxi wandering in the whispers of time, and in her eyes, all this wonderful and magnificent Qiē has become his background.

She stood behind him and listened quietly, feeling that the song was as evocative as his life.