The dim light sprinkled on the bodies of the two people, Yang Fan looked at the narrow room in front of him, time quietly passed for five years, five years the city became more and more brilliant, but he regressed and did not even have the most basic passion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the end, who is right, and if so, where is wrong? Yang Fan was entangled like this, his heart was very uncomfortable, he felt wrong, everything was wrong, but what was wrong, who was wrong, he couldn't tell.

Yang Fan sat on the desk, took out a CD from a pile of manuscript papers, and said to Zhou Jing, "Do you want to hear me sing?" ”

There was anticipation in his eyes.

"Of course, I've seen that disc in the morning, and I've always wondered what it is."

"I'll show you."

The CD was inserted into the computer, the driver was buzzing, click to confirm, and the melody was transmitted with the air one by one, gently echoing in this small space, flowing into Zhou Jing's heart.

Zhou Jing heard Yang Fan's singing voice for the first time, although the audio equipment played was a bit bad and a lot of noise, but this did not sound Yang Fan's gentle singing voice touched Zhou Jing's little heart.

The first time I heard the melody of this song, I was familiar with it in my mind, and I could hum it softly, the sadness in the lyrics, the helplessness in the voice of the singer, and the gentle voice made you feel a little relieved in the sad melody. This is a song that will be needed, listen to it when you are sad, and feel that your sadness is empathized with and comforted.

Zhou Jing closed her eyes and listened, when the melody stopped, she reluctantly opened her eyes, the dim light instantly filled her eyes, dazzling so that she couldn't open her eyes, and dimly saw Yang Fan sitting in front of her, looking at the desk in front of her with her head slightly down, her expression was helpless and sad, it always made people feel distressed, and for a moment Zhou Jing had the illusion of wanting to rush up and hug Yang Fan.

"How's that?" Even the inquiry was full of sighs.

Zhou Jing rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes again, and clearly saw Yang Fan in front of him, and his helpless expression made him feel even more distressed. "Of course it's good, it's very suitable for the single cycle, sad and gratifying. Yang Fan, you are really suitable for singing. Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan's eyes and said seriously.

"Am I good at singing?" Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing and still didn't have the passion he should have.

"It's really suitable, so Yang Fan, please don't give up."

"Yes." Yang Fan smiled reluctantly, and Zhou Jing saw it in his heart.

"I, I called Director Xu just now." Zhou Jing said tentatively.

"Yes, I know, I'm here too." Yang Fan said, took a glass of water and sat next to Zhou Jing.

"Did you hear it all?"

"No, I heard him."

After a pause, Zhou Jing said cautiously. "I, tell him I want to make this show."

"That's good."

"He said he wanted me to play the female lead, and I agreed."

"Yes, it's time to agree."

Yang Fan kept thinking about what Xu Nan said to him, and he didn't listen carefully to what Zhou Jing said in a mess in his heart. And Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan's slightly indifferent attitude and suddenly felt very lost in her heart, she was now worried that Yang Fan would look down on her because of her decision, after all, she persuaded him to leave with righteous words in the last second, and in the blink of an eye, she stepped in again, such a change even she didn't like it.

"Yang Fan." Zhou Jing gently pushed Yang Fan's arm and said, "Do you think I'm useless." ”

"Ah, what's useless?"

"I, I was still aggressive towards Xu Nan just now, but I was bought by someone else in a blink of an eye, am I particularly tempted." A pair of affectionate eyes looked at Yang Fan.

"What zodiac sign are you?"

"I, I'm a cancer."

"I'll just say, why can't you be optimistic for a while, and pessimistic for a while, it's really fickle." Yang Fan touched Zhou Jing's hair with a smile, and Zhou Jing immediately blushed and avoided it a little embarrassed.

"Am I fickle?"

"yes, but you finally know what you want, and it's always right to go in that direction. We always have to give something to get something. ”

"I just feel that the opportunity is in front of me, and if I don't seize it, maybe I won't have the opportunity to come back to me in the future."

"That's it, you have to seize the opportunity when it comes." Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing with a gentle smile, that smile seemed to contain all his sadness, sadness, and mistakes in Zhou Jing's eyes, as if everything he did would be forgiven with this smile.

Yang Fan looked at his watch and said to Zhou Jing: "Okay, it's not too early, I'll take you to the small square near here for a walk, maybe there will be a wandering singer singing at this time, go and see." ”

"Well, let's go."

Zhou Jing stood up and carefully placed the script in his hand on Yang Fan's desk, his eyes were full of love, and Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing's small movements, and the boredom in his heart came up again.

The sky was just bright, and the white clouds that could see the sky clearly were rendered by the dark blue night sky, and when I walked on the side of the street, the black curtain was not all pulled down, and the happy expressions of the couples holding hands in front of me could be seen clearly. Zhou Jing followed Yang Fan to a small square not far from the company, and sure enough, he saw a wandering singer.

The square was almost empty, and the wandering singer sat by a flower bed at the edge of the square, with a guitar in his hand, a microphone standing in front of him, and a few maps in the guitar case at his feet. Zhou Jing walked over, the man's face was clearer, there were no obvious traces of time, the black face was messy scum, the cap was extremely short hair, a thin black jacket was a dark blue half-sleeve, a pair of whitish jeans Zhou Jing saw that the trouser legs were worn out, and a pair of white canvas shoes were also covered with dust, looking really like a wandering person.

He was playing the piano and singing seriously, singing a song "Excuse" by Jay Chou. Zhou Jing and Yang Fan sat on the flower bed opposite him, and he didn't raise his head to take a look.

Zhou Jing listened carefully to him singing a song, and it felt like Jay Chou was singing two songs, the voice was too stable and too dull, which made people's chests very depressed and wanted to cry.

"How?" Yang Fan asked Zhou Jing.

"I can't put it into words, it's very depressing."

"Because he is a depressed person, the songs he sings also make people feel depressed." Yang Fan paused for a while and continued to say to Zhou Jing: "He is really a wanderer, for five years, he will come to Shanghai on a fixed day to sing here for a few days, and then continue to walk, continue to wander, I don't know where he went." ”

"Why is it a fixed day?"

"Because he is honoring his beloved."

"Huh? Memorial. Zhou Jing looked at Yang Fan in surprise.

At this time, the guitar sound of the wandering singer sounded again, this time it was Leslie Cheung's song "When Love Is a Thing of the Past".

"Yes, it was here that the person he loved the most died." Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing, the curtain of the night had been pulled down, and the slightly cool air was filled with the depressing singing voice, "Do you want to hear his story?" ”

"Yes." Zhou Jing looked at the appearance of the wandering singer and listened to his suppressed singing, and the sadness in her heart also gushed out, but it could not overflow in her chest.