Human feelings have always been inexplicable, and they do not know why they arise and do not know why they die. Luo Feng, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, opened the curtains of his room, leaned against the window, and looked out of the window blankly.

In his previous life, Luo Feng had a dream to own a house in Shanghai. There must be a big window, in the quiet of the night, a lamp, a table, looking out the window thousands of lights to write silently. And now Luo Feng can easily achieve his wishes, but he is content with his current nest.

Just as Luo Feng likes Shanghai, not because of the prosperity there, but because I heard that there is often a light rain, maybe it will be beautiful. Maybe it's just an obsession in my heart, and things like feelings come and go quickly.

Asking himself, Luo Feng knew that his heart was a little shaken. No man can refuse a beautiful woman who really likes you, so even if Luo Feng knows that Wang Yilin is not true love for him, nor does he directly reject it nakedly, but chooses to use a tactful way, in fact, when Luo Feng chooses this way, Luo Feng's heart has already moved.

As for people, they think they can control everything about themselves, and if that were the case, there would not be so many regrets in history! There won't be a kiss that shouldn't have just happened. The night was dark, but Luo Feng didn't feel sleepy at all, turned on a small lamp on the table, and the heating in the room wrapped him, as if he wouldn't be lonely.

A cup of hot tea warmed Luo Feng's heart, thinking about Yangmei asking herself to quickly write all the songs of the album, the release of a new album is already on the way, but now except for a song of glorious years and the vast sky, nothing else has been settled.

Luo Feng shook his head and threw himself into the work, he now decided to write the song "Ten Years" and its Cantonese version next year today, as for what else to write, Luo Feng has not yet thought about it, but it doesn't matter, the night is still very long anyway.

For a while, there was only the rustling sound of the tip of the pen scratching the paper, and the faint light of a lamp seemed to envelop Luo Feng's whole person, I don't know when Wang Yilin walked out of the room, looking at Luo Feng who was writing at the desk, a trace of complicated feelings flashed on his face.

Luo Feng suddenly felt that he had two more hands on his shoulders, the pen in his hand paused, and then asked softly: "When did you wake up, you are drunk and need to rest." ”

A hint of complexity flashed in Wang Yilin's eyes, do you really think I'm drunk? "What are you writing about?"

"Write songs."

"I'll accompany you."

"Okay."

Luo Feng continued to write, and it seemed that he was not affected at all, Wang Yilin sat on the table and looked at Luo Feng's side face, which seemed to look particularly attractive under the orange light.

"Ah, are you writing songs so fast?" Even if Wang Yilin didn't pay attention to what Luo Feng wrote, he could still see the speed at which Luo Feng wrote songs when he changed the paper from time to time.

"You've been with me here, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'm thinking about writing quickly."

Wang Yilin took the song script written by Luo Feng with some amusement, "Even if you care about me, you can't be so hasty." But the next moment, Wang Yilin was a little dumbfounded, she is now a woman blindfolded by love, but at the same time she is still a queen of music! The ten-year brief score has been written by Luo Feng casually, Wang Yilin couldn't help but hum softly, the more he hummed, the more he couldn't stop the surprise on his face.

This song is so good, so good that she is a little jealous, it is too perverted to write such a beautiful song in such a hasty manner! For a singer, the importance of a good song is unquestionable. Now Wang Yilin is a little curious about what songs Luo Feng can write.

Luo Feng looked at Wang Yilin, who was hooking his head, and was a little funny: "This song was written for my mother, didn't I write a song for my father, just because of this incident, my mother has been unable to hold her head up in front of my father, so I simply wrote a song for my mother." ”

Wang Yilin looked at this song that really loves you, and his mind was flying for a while, and he didn't know why the ghost made a god say a sentence: "Luo Feng, can you write a song for me?" ”

Luo Feng was a little stunned for a while, at this time he didn't dare to look at Wang Yilin's eyes, and he didn't know why he nodded. Wang Yilin didn't speak, Luo Feng closed his eyes, searching for songs in his mind, and after a while, Luo Feng picked up the guitar next to him, and Wang Yilin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Dreams in dreams that I can't wake up from,

Red under house arrest in the red line.

All the stimuli are left with the pain of fatigue,

No longer indifferent.

When I hold you from behind,

What I was looking forward to was her face........"

In the silence of the night, singing such a song, no matter how you listen to it, there is a sense of sentimentality. Originally, it was such a romantic thing to sing for another person late at night, but now there is a sense of trance that I don't know what year it is.

"What's the name of this song?"

"Red Rose."

"Is it best not to get it?"

"Yes."

"When a person finally meets someone she has a little bit of a heart for, shouldn't she work hard to fight for it?"

"That's not love, it's just heartbeat."

"Do you know the psychological feelings of a person who longs for love?"

"I know, but people can't do wrong things in this life, otherwise they will regret it."

Luo Feng could feel Wang Yilin's lips move, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm a little tired, so I'll go to sleep first."

"Okay."

Luo Feng was once again left alone in front of the desk lamp, as always. Luo Feng sighed, he didn't know if what he was doing was right, but he knew that it was wrong to use other people's favor to play with other people's feelings, he didn't love Wang Yilin, he didn't love him. If it is true love, how can it pay attention to these moral and immoral issues.

In the room, Wang Yilin stared blankly at the ceiling, and the clips of less than half a month since she met Luo Feng were replayed in her mind from time to time, and she understood Luo Feng's words. Maybe she herself was not prepared to fall in love with someone else, but she was upset at that moment. If you are upset, just correct it. It's time for me to be sober, and it's not my style to be dizzy.

The next day, Luo Feng got up and saw Wang Yilin busy clanging in the kitchen, knowing that it was all right. Thinking about the previous situation again, the bedtime story in the hotel, and the drunkenness last night, maybe these are all fake, Wang Yilin may understand that he is not really in love with himself, but he is a little excited, some expectations for love, and naturally there is some urgency in action. But she was also afraid, so she hoped that she could take the initiative, maybe she would be wrong and it would be another situation, but that would not be her real self.

Naturally, he said hello to Wang Yilin, and then pushed Wang Yilin out of the kitchen with a disgusted face, it is better to cook by yourself. Every bit of life has to be experienced by yourself, no, enjoy! In the aroma of the meal, Luo Feng suddenly felt very happy.

ps: Wang Yilin's story is over, people will meet many women in this life, but it is not necessarily love. (To be continued.) )