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After the wandering singer sang "When Love Is a Thing of the Past", Yang Fan took Zhou Jing to walk in front of him, the man raised his head, Zhou Jing saw that the man's eyes were bright, but his eyes were filled with tears, and his tightly furrowed brows also added a lot of old sadness to his young face.

"Shaw, you're back." Yang Fan smiled and greeted the wandering singer, looking like he knew each other.

"yes, it's been too long." The wandering singer called Xiao by Yang Fan also responded with a smile, and then turned his head to look at Zhou Jing and showed a faint smile, "Is it Xiao Fan's girlfriend?" ”

"Ah, hehe, I'm not, we're just ordinary friends." Zhou Jing hurriedly explained.

"Well, I accidentally ran into it, she is a writer, and she also came here to work hard, and she wrote a poem to me when she was in the subway passage."

"That's right, but it looks like you're a good match."

Zhou Jing immediately lowered her head shyly when she heard this, and gradually began to look forward to such an identity in her heart. But Yang Fan frowned at the moment when Zhou Jing lowered his head, and his face was worried.

"Brother Xiao, where have you been walking for so long this time?" Saying that, Yang Fan sat beside Brother Xiao.

"I went to Lijiang this time, and I didn't come back because of some accidents, so I may have to stay a few more days this time." The street lamps on the side of the street sprinkled on Brother Xiao's body, and his back was crookedly reflected on the flower bed, like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes.

"Okay, stay a few more days, where will I stay this time, I just rented a house to live by myself."

Brother Xiao waved his hand at Yang Fan to signal that he didn't need to. "I have to stay here with her, and I can accompany her for a few days a year, and I have to cherish it."

"Yes, it's time to spend more time with you." Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, as if he was missing someone. "Don't wait too late."

"Yes, if you don't leave, you'll only be left with the torture of longing." After that, he played a song "Missing is a Disease".

Zhou Jing stood in front of the two of them, she didn't know who she should miss, and she didn't know if anyone would miss her at this moment. She sat next to Yang Fan and looked at Yang Fan's expression looking at the sky, and suddenly felt that it must be very beautiful to be looked at with such eyes.

"Xiaofan, do you want to have a song, I think she is also willing to listen to you sing."

Zhou Jing felt that she in Brother Xiao's mouth must be her lover.

"Okay, there's a new song you can listen to for me." Yang Fan took the guitar handed over by Brother Xiao and put it on his lap and began to pluck the strings seriously. The fingers gently wandered on the strings, and immediately a familiar melody sounded, a familiar sad mood, which was the words that Zhou Jing wrote to Yang Fan when he first met Yang Fan in the subway, and he stayed up all night to write the song.

Such a scene suddenly became moving. Strange city, two kind people sitting beside him, the faint street lights illuminate the tree-lined path, the flowers behind him are bright, the stars are all over the sky, there is a boy holding a guitar and singing your sad story gently, and you are behind him, looking at the back of him sitting in front of you, the moonlight is sprinkled, gentle just right.

After the song was sung, it was a little late.

"Is this the word you wrote?" Brother Xiao looked at Zhou Jing and asked.

"Yes, I wrote it when I met him that day."

"Actually, love is like this, there is a person who doesn't love and has to leave, leaving the person he loves to suffer, exist, time always has a way to smooth him out, everything will pass, because time will always pull you forward, whether you want to or not, those things that were once engraved in the bones will one day be smoothed out by time."

Zhou Jing looked at Brother Xiao, and Xu Yang's figure appeared in his mind again, and it suddenly became blurry. didn't deliberately shield him, but he didn't seem to have appeared in his busy mind a few times, and now when he thinks about it, he only remembers the name, the familiar figure has already become blurred, and the injury he brought to himself has become painless after the pain is unsupportable, maybe Brother Xiao is right, time, will always smooth everything out.

"Just like when she died in an accident here, I was sad and almost had to follow her, I didn't want anything, but now five years have passed, think about me only 30, the injury is long gone, come here, but it has become a habit, she is still what I remember, now when I carry the guitar for her to travel all over the world to find my dreams, I know that no matter how painful the wound in my heart is, as long as I live, it will be smoothed by time, and you, will only get forward and dragged by time, He will bring you more hope, more suffering, more beauty, as long as you want to live well, those good things will be brought to you by time. ”

After Brother Xiao finished speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and then took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Give me a root, too." Yang Fan also asked for a cigarette to light it.

The spark in the darkness was particularly dazzling, and the smoke that rose from it was so lonely under the yellow light of the street lamp. Zhou Jing looked at the smoke that slowly disappeared into the air, and remembered that she was so afraid of being lonely before, and now she began to choose loneliness, and she didn't know what happened in this process, maybe as Brother Xiao said, as long as you want to live well, time will take you forward.

"Brother Xiao, then can you forget her mother?" In the quiet time, Zhou Jing's words were particularly abrupt.

"I don't want to forget her, she's gone, I just remember that before she left, we promised each other to love each other for the rest of our lives, to accompany and sing to every corner of the earth, now, I think of her, alone to complete our common dream, in my heart, she will always be that 23-year-old girl, a lovely girl who sticks to me every day." As he spoke, Brother Xiao smiled unconsciously.

Zhou Jing quieted down, and she thought again, remembering a person is always remembering what it was like when they were separated.

"Brother Xiao." Yang Fan patted Brother Xiao's shoulder with comfort.

Brother Xiao smiled at Yang Fan.

The three of them were not talking, Brother Xiao picked up the guitar and continued to play the piano and sing, singing softly all night for the lover who was no longer there.

At this time, Yang Fan's phone also rang, it was Xu Nan's phone.

"Hey."

"Yang Fan, isn't he in the company?"

"Nearby." Yang Fan's tone can't go back to the previous one.

"Come to the door of the company, take Zhou Jing with you, and let's have a meal together."

Yang Fan looked at Zhou Jing beside him, the young face had not yet been painted with heavy makeup. "Okay, right away."

"Brother Xiao, we have left in advance, remember to send me a letter when you leave, let's make an appointment for dinner."

"Okay, you can get busy first."

After speaking, Yang Fan took Zhou Jing to the company, and when Zhou Jing walked far away, Zhou Jing looked back, the lonely figure in the moonlight, with a memory, bitterly in love with a departed person.

"Are you going back?" Zhou Jing asked Yang Fan.

"Director Xu asked us to have dinner with him."

"Yes." Zhou Jing's eyebrows rose unconsciously, and the excitement in her heart was indescribable.