"If you don't meet, you don't fall in love; If there is no love, there is no harm in nature! If there is harm, why should there be love; If there is harm, why should we meet! ”

Lilac tasted it carefully and exclaimed, "Good poetry! Are you a poet? ”

"Poet, sort of!" Li Qing said lightly.

"Then you will use cloves to write a poem!"

"Good!"

Li Qing said, took out a notebook, took out a gel pen, and began to write.

Lilac smiled lightly and said: "I thought you would write a masterpiece at will, but I didn't expect that you would have to make a draft!" ”

"There is no export chapter, and there is no seven-step poem, more practice makes perfect, like an oil seller!" Li Qing said as he typed a draft on the paper. "The so-called export chapter is more of a draft in advance!"

As he spoke, Li Qing began to write, one thought after another flashed, one thought after another jumped, and sparks of wisdom collided.

But Lilac on the side said: "Do you always have a notebook and a pen on you?" ”

"Of course, I'm a writer, and the pen and notebook are the ones who eat. As a writer, inspiration comes and goes quickly, so naturally you have to remember it at any time! ”

Li Qing said and continued to work on the draft.

One thought after another flashed, and then another thought was eliminated.

And Lilac also seemed to realize that Li Qing had entered the state, and he didn't bother, just drank wine.

After a long time, Li Qing waved his hand and handed over the notebook.

Lilac took the book and looked at it carefully:

That year, I gave you lilacs, and may you be as beautiful as lilacs;

Later, I walked at the head of the bridge, and you walked on the avenue.

That year, the hand of the son, love each other forever.

Later, the cloves are gone, and the love is gone.

Lilac looked at it, frowned, and said, "General!" ”

"Good poetry is like good wine, and good wine is not to be drunk, but to taste; Good poems are not meant to be read, but to be understood! Li Qing said lightly: "If the heart is not tasted, good wine is like horse urine; If the heart doesn't understand, bullshit doesn't work! ”

Lilac smiled: "Then it's better to have another song, this will be the lyrics!" ”

"Good!" Li Qing seemed to be a little drunk, seemed to be a little confused, reached out to the book, but unintentionally, touched the delicate hand of Lilac, his heart was slightly hot, took the book, and began to write.

After a moment, he handed it over.

Lilac took it and looked at it carefully:

"You said you loved lilacs

Because your name is what it is

What a melancholy flower

Sentimental people

When the flowers wither

When the picture freezes

What a delicate flower

But he can't hide from the wind and rain

A life of floating, shaking, and shaking

How many beautiful dreams have become into them

Just like that, I came in a hurry

Leave me to worry about for the rest of my life

What a beauty you long for when the grave is full of flowers

Look at the mountains and fields, do you still feel lonely?

Listen to someone singing your favorite song

How many troubles between the cities, there is no need to worry about it anymore. ”

It's a lyric, but it's still a tune on the side, and it seems to be ready to sing at any time.

Lilac looked at the lyrics, savored the song, and gradually became fascinated. This is a song written in her name, which is very beautiful, and the only shortcoming is that this song seems to be a tragedy, a tragedy of love.

This made Lilac feel a little sad.

"Good song!"

Lilac exclaimed, looked up, and was about to say something.

Just opposite, Li Qing was already lying on the bar and fell asleep.

As soon as Lilac's hand moved, she wanted to wake him up, but she gave up.

"Xiao Ding, take him to the back to rest!"

"Boss, got it!"

A young waiter helped Li Qing up and went to rest in the back.

And Lilac looked at the song and was still in a daze.

"Alice, try this song!"

…………

Headache, headache!

Still a headache!

In a daze, Li Qing felt it, and his head hurt.

The headache felt like it was shattering.

And after the severe headache, Li Qing only felt that his mouth was dry, and his throat was also dry, and he wanted to drink water.

In a daze, Li Qing woke up from sleep, the surroundings were dark, there was only a little trace of light, looking at the surroundings was very strange, as if in a strange place, lying down.

Li Qing was slightly startled and wiped it into his arms, only to see that the wallet was still there.

Finally, no money was lost.

I felt it carefully, and the clothes on my body did not fade, but only a blanket was draped on my body.

"Where is this, it can't be abducted by human traffickers!" Li Qing thought about it, but after a moment, he smiled bitterly.

He's not a big beauty, who will kidnap him.

Besides, he has no money and no power, *** one, who will calculate him.

In life, he can be calculated by others, at least he has use value, but he doesn't seem to have any use value.

Li Qing got up, took out a paper cup on the bedside table, stepped forward to take a cup of cold white boil, poured it into his neck, and immediately there was a sound of cooing, like a cow drink, a cup of water down, a lot more comfortable.

Touching his head and pressing his temples hard, Li Qing felt a lot more sober.

Now, there is only one thought, get out of here.

In an unfamiliar place, there is always a lack of security.

Pushing open the door, Li Qing immediately heard the noisy singing, immediately closed the door, and the singing disappeared.

The soundproofing of the gate is really good.

Li Qing sighed, walked out of the door, walked towards the light, and heard the singing in the distance.

“…… A life of floating, shaking, how many beautiful dreams, just so hurriedly, leaving me to worry about my life, the grave full of flowers is how beautiful you desire......"

Li Qing was slightly surprised, and saw a fashionable woman on the colorful stage, singing with a microphone to her heart's content.

Singing to the fullest, singing to the sorrow.

Li Qing continued to walk forward, only to remember that he had arrived at the Lilac Bar and was drunk.

It seems to have been carried to the back to rest.

It seems that he also wrote a song and gave it to the beautiful woman.

It's just that what the beautiful woman's name is, he doesn't know.

Just looking at this woman, she was a little lustful, and she wrote a song "Lilacs" and composed a tune.

It's just that what happened next seems to be forgotten.

It seems, next, he fell asleep.

The wine was so strong that I drank it at the time and didn't feel it; But afterwards, he was asking for his own suffering.

At this moment, accompanied by singing, accompanied by a beautiful melody, countless men and women in the bar were moved by this song "Lilacs", which resonated with their hearts and caused them to be immersed in it and enjoy it.

And that beautiful woman, tears rippled down her eyes, as if from the singing, thought of the sadness of the past, thought of the sorrow in memory.