In this eighteen-year-old rainy season, Sheng Chen looked up at the raindrops outside the window, and had a different mood, he wanted to take a heavy rain, get a short quiet under the cold rain, and let his restless heart return to calm.

The wind ruffled Sheng Chen's thoughts, and the rain scattered through a crack in the open window and wet his hair, from last night to now, Sheng Chen's eyelids basically didn't close, after making that decision. The whole person is in a very painful state.

Looking at the city in the rain, he had mixed feelings, and for a moment, many feelings appeared in his heart, and after hesitating for a moment, Sheng Chen picked up his mobile phone and found Xiao Ruoning's phone and called it.

"Dudu Dudu ......" With a long string of mobile phone ringtones prompt music, Sheng Chen called Xiao Ruoning's phone.

"Hey! Why are you calling me so early? Xiao Ruoning was still asleep, and yawned.

After a long day, Sheng Chen made up his mind and said solemnly, "Ning'er, I may have to go to another city to work, you have to be good here." Sheng Chen's abrupt words made Xiao Ruoning on the other end of the phone a little sluggish.

"Why? It's not like you're staying here, why do you want to leave this city all of a sudden? Xiao Ruoning's tone was a little weak, she was used to the days with Sheng Chen, in this cold city, in the face of the cruel reality, only when she was with Sheng Chen, could she get a short-term sense of belonging, and that kind of happiness could not be described in words.

"Ning'er, don't ask so much, I don't want to say, don't come to me, I'm already at the station, when I get to the place, I'll call you, take care of yourself, when you don't have me, you have to remember to eat breakfast on time, you know." Sheng Chen's tone seemed a little reproachful. In fact, between the lines contains love for Xiao Ruoning.

Sheng Chen left, even after arriving in another city, he made a phone call to Xiao Ruoning, and the contact between the two became less and less after that. So much so that more often than not, each other is looking through previous chat records, entering each other's space, and looking for memories of being together before.

In the dark night, Xiao Ruo stared at the night sky. Looking at the stars, constantly looking for the star that Xiao Jing turned into, she was naïve and always had a lot of ideas, thinking that the brightest star in the night sky was Xiao Jing's incarnation, maybe this idea was naïve enough to make Xiao Ruoning maintain a trace of sobriety in the heavy work and always know what she should do.

Another equally cold city is Shanghai, the largest financial and trade center in China, a few hundred kilometers away from Miracle City. Sheng Chen also couldn't find a place in the city, shuttling through the labor market every day. Still nothing.

The money he brought out was also stretched, and the things he wanted became illusory with the passage of time, and he didn't know if he could touch his dreams between his fingers.

"That's the person I miss and love day and night, how should I express it, will she accept me, maybe I will never say that sentence to him, I am destined to wander the world, how can I have concerns, dreams are always out of reach. Shouldn't you give up, it's the rainy season when the flowers bloom and fall, where are you in spring! Sheng Chen listened to this song and felt inexplicable, and squatted down unconsciously. Looking at this street performer who is almost in his thirties and singing at the subway entrance, every lyric can make Sheng Chen's heart palpitate, the feeling is indescribable, unclear, but it makes it difficult to calm his heart.

"Youth is like a rushing river. I don't have to say goodbye to the future, I am only numb, I have no blood of the year, look at the flowers floating in the sky, withering in the most beautiful moment, who will remember that she has been to this world, how many joys and sorrows have been clutched in the blink of an eye, once aspired to the Quartet of young people to envy the Yan who flew south, and the figures of their respective heads to the future are hurriedly drifting away, where is the ordinary in the future, who gave me the answer, the people who accompanied me at that time, where are you now, the people I once loved, what is it like now? ”

With the sound of the street performer's fingers plucking the six strings of the guitar, coupled with his slightly sentimental singing, many people have an indescribable inexplicable taste in their hearts, perhaps a memory of the past youth, a little forgotten but impressive, but at a certain moment, I suddenly remembered that the disappeared youth and dreams have been slowly stranded with time.

"Did you fulfill your original wish?

Do you have to pay tribute to it now?

Let the years dry the ideal, and I can't find the real me again,

Look up at the starry sky.

The one that accompanied me at that time,

Do you remember the story here.

Life is like a merciless carving knife,

changed the way we look,

Will it wither before it blooms?

I've had dreams!

Youth is like a rushing river,

If you don't come back, it's too late to say goodbye,

Only the numb me is gone, and I don't have the blood of the year!

Look at the flowers floating in the sky,

withering in the most beautiful moments,

Who will remember that the world once came!

Did you get your wish?

Do you have to pay tribute now!

Let the years dry, and the ideal can no longer find the real me.

Looking up at the starry sky,

The one that accompanied me at that time,

Do you remember the story here.

If there is a tomorrow bless you dear..."

Sheng Chen is a little sluggish, what attracts him to this song, from the lyrics to the tune, has a kind of infinite reverie of the past youthful years, and his fascination also makes this street performer very happy, he is not for how much money he makes at the subway entrance every day, but in another way, chasing his dreams. Although out of reach, it never gave up.

Looking at Sheng Chen's blurred eyes, Mu Yang remembered that he used to be himself, more than 30 years of ups and downs, from the beginning to the present, he has never met talents, although he gave up his superior life and chose to sing on the street, seemingly simple and happy life, but he has never known how to appreciate his music, and now he has met.

Just like Boya's sub-period, Boya's playing the piano only understands his rhythm in the sub-period, where to find a bosom friend in the world, so that Mu Yang has a good impression of the young man who listens to him singing in front of him.

"Uncle, what's the name of your song!"

"The old boy of the chopsticks brothers, a song that recalls youth. How do you want to learn! ”

"I really want to learn, but the problem is that I haven't found a job now, and I'm running out of money." Sheng Chen sighed, he had an indescribable sense of intimacy with the people at the bottom, he looked familiar, and his first impression of Mu Yang was good, so he told his current troubles.

"Are you interested in learning to sing, I'll teach you for free!" Mu Yang set his own conditions and met someone who understood him, it was really difficult in this vast metropolis, maybe it was God who favored him and let him meet Maxima in his singing career.

"I'd like to give it a try." The continuous encounters made Sheng Chen almost give up on himself, the promise that had promised Xiao Ruoning, his dream was out of reach, and his depressed mood was about to burst out with Mu Yang's on-demand.

"The kid can't play the guitar!"

"Yes!" Mu Yang took down the guitar he was carrying, handed it to Sheng Chen, patted him on the shoulder and said, "In this society, there has never been a fair word, young people, don't be afraid, sing the bitterness in your heart, even if you don't listen to it, you don't pay attention to it, just be happy." (To be continued.) )