Mo Feng has been in Beijing for two days, and these two days have not been in vain, wandering around Beijing alone, Mo Feng, who has not sung for a long time, rented a guitar from a guitar shop, and actually sat in the corner of the Tiananmen Square advertisement and began to sing, which is the so-called selling and singing.

The winter sun sprinkled on the somewhat cold earth, and it also reflected on Mo Feng's ordinary face, and it also caressed the pale yellow seat where Mo Feng was sitting, a little rusty, anyway, it was a little old, not very new.

Not only is the pale yellow seat a little shabby, but even the clothes worn by Mo Feng are a little nondescript, anyway, they are more fashionable, but the clothes they are wearing are torn, what they know is fashion, and those who don't know think they have no money to buy clothes, the only bright spot is the blood-red guitar, and the beautiful melody plucked by slender fingers, but although the melody is beautiful, it trembles full of sadness, and the heartbreaking sound attracts many passers-by, who are listening, and their hearts are surging

"I'm here, with the city, waiting for the first snow of the winter.

Where are you? The woman I love so much has been looking forward to seeing each other for the first time after parting.

This winter didn't surprise me, without the air around you.

The falling white, the lonely character, the natural discomfort. ”

Mo Feng sang while talking, looking melancholy, looking at the world without snow in front of him with his eyes open, Chen Chusheng's "One Man's Winter" has been sung by Mo Feng into his own song, and the original lyrics have also been changed in Mo Feng's impromptu singing, which more truly reflects Mo Feng's state of mind at this time.

Although he was surrounded by too many people and whispered, Mo Feng was lonely, accompanied only by the rusty pale yellow seat and a red hot guitar.

The originally sunny environment, because of Mo Feng's song, became heavy, a sense of abuse permeated everyone's hearts, the existence of love songs is to let some people get the release of love, let some people feel sad emotions, and also be released, if you leave tears, maybe because of the song itself, but also because of the person who sings, the person with a story.

Mo Feng looked ahead blankly, maybe there was no world in his eyes, maybe there was no world in this world.

"This winter didn't surprise me, it didn't give me the picture I had imagined.

Maybe the snow has not been seen for a long time, maybe it has never come, but I hope the story has never been met.

Love, helplessness, pushing away the gloom of the sunny, love buried in the frozen snow white you are still waiting, I said the future.

Since we love each other, why are we separated, you are alone, and I am alone, monologue"

When he sang the last sentence, Mo Feng's worthless tears flowed out again, the heat of the tears had driven away the cold wind, helpless love existed like this, and uncomfortable helplessness could not be avoided with tears.

Mo Feng didn't put the so-called bowl asking for money in front of him, but everyone who was brought in by this song had red eyes, wiped tears, took out the money, put it in Mo Feng's guitar bag, and then didn't leave, waiting for Mo Feng to continue singing, although his heart was uncomfortable, he couldn't help but want to listen to the sadness of this sad man.

All people, male and female, are infected by the last lyric.

"Since you love each other, why are you separated, you are alone, and I am alone, monologue."

Mo Feng, who finished singing, still played the sad accompaniment, and with the melody, he silently sang the last sentence in his heart, Mo Feng, who was completely out of this world, didn't see a woman on the edge of the crowd, secretly watching her.

Through the gap in the crowd, you can see the woman, the woman is wearing a long white sweater, a tight blue padded jacket on her upper body, although there is no snow, she is wearing a pair of snow boots, her long hair is fluttering in the wind, and her beautiful eyes are looking at Mo Feng who is surrounded by the crowd, and there are already crystal tears in her eyes.

Something happened to the weather? Perhaps because of Mo Feng's song, which tells that it has not snowed in this world, the clear sky suddenly becomes dark, and the world is touched by Mo Feng's unspeakable sadness, and the sky high above wants to surprise Mo Feng.

The sun, white clouds, and the breeze have nothing to do with this world, and it only took a few minutes for the day to become completely gray, completely achieving Mo Feng's heart, an extremely heavy mood, Mo Feng felt the change in the weather, looked up at the sky like everyone else, and saw what he once thought was beautiful, but now he felt ugly, the ugly snow was slowly falling, sad, painful, the breeze became a little stronger, blowing the feeling of still loving in his heart.

In Mo Feng's eyes, the snow falling at this time is to bury himself, bury his love, and let the unfulfilled oath really be completely wiped out, a tearing feeling close to the body fills the precarious heart, maybe Mo Feng has been suffocated at this time, and the only thing left is that small desire, and there is an unfinished responsibility.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and some people have left, but most of them are still standing in place, waiting for Mo Feng to continue singing, and the woman who is standing on the edge of the crowd, withered by the snow, is still standing in place, the woman has melted into the snow, and the tears that flow have been frozen, staring at Mo Feng, who did not see him.

Mo Feng looked at the falling snow for a while, his face was a little wet, but he didn't know if it was tears or the ugly white snow melted by tears, maybe it was already there.

"Handsome guy, keep singing, let's listen to your song in the snow, if you are frozen and cold, we will accompany you to play the hanging bottle."

A beautiful woman who was dressed fashionably and did not want to be warm and graceful said to Mo Feng who was sitting on a tattered seat, and as soon as the girl fell, everyone also echoed, expressing their hope that Mo Feng would continue to sing.

The rust on the seat has been covered with snow, and Mo Feng's daze has also melted by the snow, in fact, Mo Feng is ready to leave, but hearing that the girl and even other people are staying together, Mo Feng is very embarrassed.

In the end, the soft-hearted Mo Feng sang a song to everyone, and then left with the guitar on his back, with people's reluctance, Mo Feng also put away the money people gave, since everyone has already given it, there is no need to pay it back, otherwise it will look contrived.

Mo Feng, who was carrying a guitar on his back, stepped on the smooth ground, a feeling that was insurmountable without friction bound Mo Feng's soles, and the annoying old man was suffocating with snow, but the untimely wind blew the suffocating and ugly snow, making Mo Feng's heart more and more uncomfortable, inexplicably uncomfortable.

Mo Feng left with the guitar on his back, and the woman who had been standing at the edge of the crowd hesitated for a moment, and also took a step, left or right, forward or backward, all in one thought-

The third more, to express my gratitude to the VIP tickets of the seventh brother, I will add more after tomorrow when I have time, I can't let your VIP tickets and hopes be lost, I will work hard.