Choose Silence Chapter 20

Being able to meet a person who has the same goal as himself in the vast sea of people makes Zhou Jing's heart smile slightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do you make music too?" Gentle voice, Zhou Jing likes it very much.

"I'm not making music, I can't read sheet music, I'm writing."

"Writing?" The boy asked, confused.

"Yes, can I borrow your pen and paper and use it?"

"Yes, you can." While talking, the boy lent his paper and pen to Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing picked up the pen with a solemn face, and she wrote her heart on paper.

Who is the lonely back in the corner?

Who is the cry on the smiling face?

Whose heartbeat is the time gone?

and who left behind the childish stubbornness

The love of love is as deep as the sea

It will also gradually wither

I can choose to be silent

Make up for my debt with your performance

Wait until you leave willingly

You are unwilling

He has love words in his mouth and a mask in his heart

Follow your script and go one more time

There is no one who is right and who is wrong

It's just that the wants are different

Don't weep and leave sorrow everywhere

Don't force it, it's useless to leave broken love

Hurtful words are swirling around the lips

The sharp heartbeat also faded away

Love comes romantic

Walk elegantly

I can take responsibility

Listening to the ridicule in the air, I started to run away first

Don't wait for the future to torment each other

You don't have to be reluctant

Leaving an empty heart is her insistence on making mistakes

Don't waste your goodness

Nothing to do with it

It's just that the input is too cheap

I don't want your love to flood infinitely

People who don't know how to be loved don't deserve it

It's me who selfishly wants to escape this sorrow

Those who fall short will always get what they want

Don't see you here

"Do you want to write a song?" Zhou Jing looked at the words she had written, and the tears in the corners of her eyes fell unconsciously. I am the one who owes it, no matter how I treat it, at least that person has not ruined his dreams, has not ruined the rest of his life, at least he has kept himself alive. and smiled bitterly, when you like it, you can like it, and when you don't like it, you have to pay with your life, and you have to feel indebted to someone who will ruin the rest of your life because of a departure, and you feel sad.

"I can write, wait for me in a moment." The boy picked up a pen and wrote a song, sketching on the words written by Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing felt bored after watching it for a while, why didn't he pretend to understand these things, thinking about it, he leaned cross-legged against the wall, closed his eyes and looked at the people passing by in a hurry, listening to the sporadic playing of the guitar, and suddenly a certain syllable would arouse his feelings and make his heart sour.

His thoughts were very chaotic, and Zhou Jing fell asleep after a while.

This time, my dream finally changed. Zhou Jing stood in a blank place, watching herself run and run like a movie, running and running until the blood flowed all over the place, running until she was lost and still running.

Woke up from his sleep in a sweat. Looking around in a daze, the unfamiliar environment, the unfamiliar feeling, the feeling of not knowing where you are when you wake up is the feeling of Beipiao pursuing your dreams.

"Why are you still here?" Zhou Jing turned his head and saw that the boy who composed the music last night was still by his side, but he was not playing the piano, looking at the paper in a daze.

"Oh, you're awake." The boy was a little excited and handed the paper in his hand to Zhou Jing. "I wrote it all night, you see, what you think."

It was still the piece of paper on which Zhou Jing had written the words, and on the top of each line was the boy who drew the zigzag notes. Zhou Jing couldn't understand the notes, but she read her words again, and that love was a thing of the past.

"I'm sorry I can't read this score." Zhou Jing smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I can sing it to you."

"Now?"

"Right now."

The boy took out his guitar and sang this song to Zhou Jing with quick movements.

The melody slowly flowed out along the collision of fingertips and strings, dripping in the air and rushing into the ears, which felt like what Zhou Jing wanted to express.

I want to leave, but I can't leave, the helplessness in my heart, sadness, and the hope of grief and indignation for you are this kind of melody. There is no radical sadness, no easy relief, the release of the heart, resentment, indebtedness, all made up in the melody and sung into one's own heart.

"How did you write that?" Zhou Jing wanted to know what kind of mentality he had in order to match his lyrics.

"It's just inspired."

"Can you read what I mean?"

"What do you mean?" The boy's bloodshot eyes looked at Zhou Jing sincerely, "Is it saying that you want to leave, and he doesn't want you to go?" Is there a question of who is right and who is wrong? ”

Are you struggling with such a question? Zhou Jing asked herself.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Fan."

"Yang Fan, can you raise the sails?"

"I've been here for more than a year, I've written a lot of things, I've sung it myself, I've used it for submissions, I've helped others record it, and now it's like this, tepid, and far from my dream."

"You've sung it all yourself, have you released an album?"

"Nope."

"So that's what you want to do with an album?"

"It's not my dream, just like you, your dream is to publish a book?"

Zhou Jing blurted out without hesitation: "Of course not." ”

"It's the same." Yang Fan suddenly showed a helpless smile, what kind of feeling did he have. "If you come, how can you go back, we are all people who have pushed ourselves into a corner, if we succeed, we will win, and if we don't succeed, we will be ruined."

Unexpectedly encountering a tacit understanding of the soul, is this a glimmer of fire in the dark road ahead?