In late April, the two of them packed up and went out of the mountain, Zhao Dayan did not broadcast live during this time, and fans were very anxious, so he took some videos of touring the mountains and rivers every day, and occasionally took some short videos of fishing and catching shrimp and put them on the Internet, just like the live broadcast of the daily life of Internet celebrities. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The changes in the past 20 days have also attracted him to many female fans.

After leaving the mountain, Zhao Dayan returned home, and Li Yufeng chose to continue to let go.

Perhaps, in Li Yufeng's bones, he yearns for a free and unrestrained life, and also hopes to simply write and read poems like when he was in college, so that his soul can stay away from the complicated world.

The nickname of a madman is actually not worthy of the name, Li Yufeng has only written thousands of songs in four years of college, but he has never really been crazy, because he has never had the courage to go crazy.

But as long as you are alive and you have been in touch with the world, you will never be able to stay away, and even if you hide, you will be found.

The little madman's call came from Li Yufeng on the way to Mount Emei, and her crying voice almost tore his heart apart, and Li Yufeng could feel his body sinking into the darkness on the shaking bus.

Although it was sunny outside, Li Yufeng's heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom of a cold well. He didn't know how to comfort her, or rather, Li Yufeng thought that he had erased her from his world over the years, but the moment her voice appeared, his heart jumped wildly.

"Little madman, what's wrong?" Li Yufeng tried to be calm, but her voice was still a little trembling, but she didn't seem to notice, just kept crying quietly, occasionally saying these words that Li Yufeng didn't understand.

"Big madman, what do you mean by love?" The little madman asked thoughtlessly, Li Yufeng has never even talked about love, how can she know what love is, she didn't wait for Li Yufeng to answer, and then said, "Should love be sweet or bitter?" ”

"It's sweet," Li Yufeng's yearning for love is sweet, it is two people who love each other and never give up.

"Is it sweet? Is it bitter? Her voice was obviously trembling, "But why does my heart feel so painful, I feel like I'm about to die, if only I really died, then only sweet love will be left, ...... in the memory"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Got a fight with your boyfriend? Li Yufeng was very anxious when he heard it, and his voice became louder.

"No, husband, he's going to divorce me." The little madman couldn't stop crying when he said the last two words.

Li Yufeng thought in his heart, divorce? It seems that a lot of things have indeed happened in the past few years, when Li Yufeng chose to quit, they were just playing friends, and a few years later, what he heard was divorce. Although people nowadays have become more and more impatient with marriage, he never expected that they would divorce.

Li Yufeng still remembers that when he was cheeky and wanted a third party to intervene, the little madman just smiled sweetly, and then told Li Yufeng their love story by the small lake at school.

Although they are not two little guesses, childhood sweethearts, they were born on the same day, the same month, and graduated in the same class in the same high school, so that for many years later, they were a model couple of friends around them.

Li Yufeng chased the little madman for a whole year, she just regarded Li Yufeng as a good friend and a big brother, but never gave him any chance. So much so that he was really crazy later, and in his senior year, Li Yufeng went to teach in a fit of anger.

A year later, Li Yufeng returned to Chengdu again, and went to find a little madman, she still looked like a literary young woman, holding a collection of poems by a South American poet in her hand, the name was too awkward, Li Yufeng couldn't remember, but she handed Li Yufeng a comic book a few meters away, and Li Yufeng fell in love with this painter living in a fairy tale world, as well as his words:

Falling into a deep well, Li Yufeng shouted loudly and waited for rescue...... When it was dark, I looked down and found that the water was full of twinkling stars. Li Yufeng always meets the most beautiful surprise in the deepest despair.

Li Yufeng is in the frozen deep sea, looking for a gap in hope. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the beautiful moonlight.

Li Yufeng didn't know where his loneliness came from, but he really felt lonely. You are also lonely, everyone in the world is lonely, but everyone's loneliness is different.

People say that Jimmy is a cartoonist, but Li Yufeng thinks that he is a poet, and his words contain thoughts on human nature and self-interpretation, which is what most people can't do, or rather, don't want to do.

Li Yufeng also taught himself sketching, and also painted a few rough drawings for the little madman, but he wanted to write poems for her more.

Li Yufeng still remembers that the little madman once wrote such a song "Love'sLabour'Slost"

I break the prose into long short sentences

Pretend it's poetry

Under the dirt

Trees and trees understand each other

And understanding, is the wrong beginning

Hamlet does not die young

He muttered in my ear all night long

tobeornottobe

From the personable Danish prince

muttering until the hair is gray, the body is out of shape, the skin is loose, and the belly is prominent

The sorrow of the fat man always seems bloated and ridiculous

Like a crying Shar Pei

But roses are not the only ones who have the right to grieve

Just because her beauty was not kissed by a kiss

A mosquito with a severed blood-sucking beak emaciated alone in the corner

Its desolation is no less than that of a girl trapped by love

The latter is nothing more than love

The former is for the sake of life

When he lied, she believed it, and her heart was full of joy

When he swore it, she didn't believe it, her face full of disdain

In his and her room

Each hung a clock full of two walls

The location is consistent

But time never corresponds

Most of their time

It's all in your chase, and you're in a hurry

Tired of proofreading the messy hour, minute, and second hands

otherwise

He was sleeping when she said love words

When he was in high spirits, she was in a low mood

There is nothing wrong with this world

Because we live in different times

someday

When I'm done playing my trick

Suddenly I felt more tired than I had ever felt before

So I put away my drums and gongs

And the copper basin with a few coins in it

I went home at dusk

One person silently held a golden basin to wash his hands

Silently said goodbye to my old audience and new audience for twenty-one years

I decided to go back to my hometown

It's been a long journey

I met a man named "Life".

He was dressed very disgustingly and looked disgusting

It was so disgusting that when I looked at him in the eye

It's like wearing one naked on a cold winter day

Soggy sweater

The journey was magical

People walked backwards

The longer the flowers, the more budding they become

I went from eighteen to seventeen, sixteen, fifteen

The cold air whipped under my clothes

Searching for my heart

But he was so stubborn that he refused to snow for more than ten years

And so I returned to my hometown

The walls were stacked with mud and bricks

It shows signs of maroon after being washed away by the rain

Ages are streaked on the door panel

The corners are full of grievances that are not grievances

Buried under the eucalyptus tree is a loyal dog

And your first tears

It was the height of summer

You were barefoot when I met you

Concentrate on putting the golden yellow grain on the ground

Kick it into a big "figure 8" shape

At that moment, I suddenly forgot what I was supposed to do

In fact, there were many moments when I forgot what I was going to do

I don't know you

Although I know who you are

Well, then I won't talk to you

I silently spread a palm in front of you

A thousand big-eyed red dragonflies flew out of it

Not a butterfly

Butterflies are too gorgeous

Not enough to match your grassy childhood

No one understands your poverty

It flowed like rain

Quiet and joyful poverty

It's like nobody understands

There is no purer impurity than old age

Originally

When you were young

Neither eat grapes

Nor does it say that grapes are sour

in your eyes

No mockery

There is no jealousy either

I don't know if she wrote it again, but as far back as I can remember, it's the only thing she ever wrote, but I'll never forget it.

Li Yufeng wrote a poem "Second Young Master, Hamlet and the Little Maniac" two days later

I've always put long and short sentences together,

They're so irregular,

So much so that I thought I had written a lot of poetry,

Every word and every punctuation mark is ambiguously close together.

I gently caressed the land,

Then she responded to me with a soft gasp.

I'm content at the moment,

It's like I've always felt the presence of the earth,

And my feet sink deep into the dirt.

The January sky is a little far from the day I was born,

It's like I'm on a long bus,

fell asleep in a drowsy state,

When I wake up,

What I saw was another smoky miasma.

The second young master's first time was on a late autumn afternoon,

Or some other time,

But importantly,

This makes a fool smarter than anyone else.

People still call him a fool,

People think that fools don't kill,

But a fool knows that the one who kills is the most stupid.

The fool's laughter is very innocent,

Because he will not be afraid,

Or he knows what people are afraid of.

And then all the wise people died,

The second young master survived,

Because people think he's a fool,

But he's a fool who is smarter than all the wise people in the world,

or

All the time,

The Second Young Master just made a big joke with all the real fools.

The first time I saw Hamlet was many years ago.

I was very young then,

So much so that I don't understand,

Why did Shakespeare write such a story,

And why didn't Hamlet die so sadly?

Just a few years ago,

I had a dream.

So I think I understood,

Hamlet's sword is not sharp enough,

But he was still a samurai,

When he climbed over the wall in search of happiness, he was stabbed,

The amorous rose,

but he was covered with thorns.

He followed a dream.

But he lost himself again,

Maybe only for a moment,

He knows that happiness is coming,

Although a little late.

The poison began to devour his soul,

The flesh stenched,

But at that moment he knew that happiness was coming.

Mosquitoes are cute,

And if it doesn't bite me?

Mosquitoes can be seen in one place all year round,

There are many rainy days in that place,

And the people called her the city of rain,

The name is beautiful,

But there is a bit of "sadness".

Like that year I kissed the rain and walked home,

but was scolded.

Time sometimes makes people feel confused,

I can't tell what my hand is hugging,

Just as the feet begin to stride forward,

The next door remembered a hurried knock on the door.

The second young master knocked on Hamlet's door,

Clever man, you see, what a beautiful little madman.

Hamlet smiles shallowly,

Fool, you're smarter than me!

The little madman pursed his lips and smiled,

You are all fools......

Only those who have had youth can understand that these seemingly fragmented words are hidden in boiling hearts.

The little madman's call lasted for half an hour, and she stopped crying, as if she had calmed down, but Li Yufeng never received a call from her again, and this was the last time.