"Hey, why is this man wearing a mask? It's scary. ”

"Yes, if you wear a mask, you wear a mask, why do you still wear a pure white mask? Coming here for the prom? ”

"I guess it's a pretend, and I'm not afraid to scare people to death by wearing a ghost mask in the middle of the night."

Ever since I entered the bar, the same conversation has come to me, because I have covered my face with a mask, and I have worn a miserable white mask that is absolutely terrifying to stand in the night, and standing in this sad world is definitely a special case.

Why do I wear a mask, this is also the method that the story man gave me, so that I can sing on stage with peace of mind, and there will be no more accidents, I don't know if this story man wants to use me to create boos, after all, it is very attractive and can attract customers.

But if you think about it, the man in this story is not the owner of the bar, and he doesn't look like a utilitarian man, so he wouldn't do it.

Wearing a mask, my vision is a little narrow, and there is a lack of air, I can't breathe, I am very unaccustomed, and I can't see people with my true face, and I still have some strange feelings in my heart, although this feeling is eroded by inexplicable excitement.

In the face of everyone's discussion and doubts, I chose to ignore it, went straight to the bar, and put Tom, who was already asleep, on the sofa next to the bar, so that he could sleep well.

And I unzipped the guitar backpack, a little anxiously waiting for the story man to finish the song, although my uniqueness attracted the attention of some people, but most of them were still deeply immersed in the story of the man's singing, full of magic hoarse voice, very story singing made everyone present tears, black architectural decoration, suppressed feelings, falling teardrops, are the unique charm of this bar.

The shaking glasses, the tearing and tearing of the dismantled tissues, the trembling sobs that could not be heard, I also saw it, and I watched quietly through the small eyeholes.

After nearly a minute or so, the story man finally finished singing, and in the tide of applause, the story man was like a superstar, standing quietly on the stage amid the cheers of many crying people, exuding a special personality charm.

The story man held the guitar and looked in the direction of me, looking at me wearing a mask, inadvertently showing a smile, but soon it was a flash, but hiding under the mask, I was keenly aware of the sparkle of the story man's sad face, and I knew that he easily recognized me.

"Everyone be quiet, from today there will be another singer who will come here to sing, then I will not accompany you below, and the new singer will sing to you, I hope he can bring you a different world and a different story."

The story man stood on the stage in a high-pitched voice and said, as soon as the words fell, his finger pointed at me, and the so-called spotlight actually shone on my body at the same time as the story man's words fell, enveloping me violently.

The dozens of people in the bar immediately looked at me, and I instantly became the center of attention of the whole bar, which made me feel flattered, but fortunately, no matter what I looked, they couldn't see that my face was completely obscured by the miserable white mask.

Those who didn't notice me just now had their jaws drop when they saw me, maybe because I was too handsome?

I put the bottom of my guitar on the ground, and I grabbed the top of the guitar and stood straight in front of the bar, watching the people who were watching me with peace and excitement.

Obviously, they didn't expect that the new singer would be so distinctive, everyone's face showed a curious look, just because they wore a mask, everyone regarded the familiar person as a mystery, maybe the one who listened to the song yesterday did not come today, even if he came, today I have changed a lot, I can't see my face, I have changed my clothes, except for the hairstyle without hair, it is completely different from the previous me, so far from today, I belong to the night, and I belong to the day.

And those people who have been paying attention to me before are a little confused, and the reason for being in a daze may be that I am wearing a ghost mask and singing, and I am a pretending element of strict zhòng.

I secretly cheered myself up in my heart, and with a low snort I took a step to the stage, and everyone consciously made way for me, and after the surprise, I was full of anticipation, looking forward to what kind of crying song I, a mysterious man, would bring.

For a moment, there was no sound in the bar except for the sound of the stereo, and everyone was silently looking at me, the man with the guitar and wearing a white mask, who was not supposed to be the resident singer.

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, I passed through the slightly narrow passage without blushing or panting, but I was a little nervous and accidentally bumped the table during the journey, but fortunately I did not look foreign.

When I walked on the stage, I looked at the story and the man smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you, your method is good." ”

But he can't see my smile, he can only see the eyes in the gaps,

"Hehe, it's your turn to perform, don't let everyone down, your appearance is too awesome, I have to go have a drink and suppress the shock."

The story man patted me lightly on the shoulder, laughed heartily for the first time, and looked very different from him just now, with a very different appearance and breath at this time.

"Okay, but I'll ask you for something, help me look at the child who is sleeping on the sofa next to the bar, thank you."

Since this mask is completely closed except for the eyes, the words I say do not escape the narrow seal, and even the hot stream that spits out is bounced back to my cheeks by the mask, a feeling that is difficult to speak, and I always feel that I am living in a dark and narrow world.

The story man nodded, and quickly walked off the stage with the guitar, while I coughed lowly and shifted my gaze to the people under the stage, looking at their surprised eyes, I knew that they must be curious to know what I looked like, but under the mask, I was not liked by the world's cheeks, and my forehead seemed to have been branded with the golden light of the Great Song Dynasty, where did I go? Treat everyone with disgust.

Hey, I think of these uncomfortable things again, but since I can sing well and make money like this, then I can wear it for the rest of my life.

I made a decision in my mind.

Then I turned around and communicated to the band behind me, telling them what song I was going to sing. Since you want to sing here for a long time, the so-called so-called must be sung well and sung well.

But just when I was about to start singing, I saw an extremely familiar figure in the small gap of the mask, and when I saw this figure, I could only sigh that I hadn't seen him for a long time, I really hadn't seen him for a long time, and I didn't understand why people who hadn't seen me for a long time came here, why they came to this city.

The prelude had already sounded, and my eyes were fixed on the comer, and the microphone placed in front of me was more or less amplified gasps, without the extremely disordered gasps.

At this moment, I know her, but she doesn't know me, just looks at me curiously, and looks at me with another person.

The moment she appeared, my eyes were already moist, and the grievances I suffered suddenly wanted to vent with tears, and I wanted to sue her a few meters away.

With tears in my eyes, I hummed a song in a low voice, the sound of heartache, with difficulty, I felt the oppressive atmosphere in the bar getting thicker and thicker, and it was like destroying me in a moment, there was no cool wind here, only the heat from people's mouths, and the scenes that flashed non-stop

"Who can make me forget you, what do I use to write a diary, my heart flies in mid-air, I am used to loneliness, I met you, I fell in love with you, and finally returned to peace, I cut my memories into a silent movie, to commemorate our past, precious you."

I sang a few words out of place, because the mask had changed my voice a lot.

I stared at her as I sang, and her expression changed slightly when she heard my singing, perhaps because she was familiar with my voice, but after the torture in prison, my voice became much hoarse, and her voice became different from before, and I was not sure if she would recognize me.

Looking at her strange eyes, I was afraid that she would find out that I was familiar with me, so that I forgot to sing the chorus gaochao until I continued to sing, and the reminder of the person behind me pulled me back from the loss of consciousness, and I couldn't wait to continue singing.

"Whenever the gentle wind blows my hair, it always reminds me of the parting scene at that time, your tears are so crystal clear, every drop in my heart, whenever my gentle wind blows my hair, it always reminds me of the sweetness you have given Maybe I was too careless, maybe I care too much about you, you didn't say anything, I couldn't ask, just let the past scatter in the wind, don't mention it again"

When I almost finished singing Chen Chusheng's song "Thinking of You When the Wind Rises", my face under the mask was already full of tears, and there was nothing else but tears, and my eyes were closed, and I didn't dare to look at the scene in front of me anymore, but in my mind, I remembered the painful scene of parting.