Thinking of rock and roll, thinking of Rou Jia, a song suddenly appeared in Chen Mo's mind. He didn't care about Chen Zheng anymore, and hurriedly lay on the desk and wrote down the score of this song. He knew that this was not his inspiration, but Lang Yufu's memory. Although Lang Yufu, who has experience in later generations, does not understand music, he also has a little memory of some well-known songs. Chen Mo was afraid that this memory would disappear suddenly, so he hurriedly cut out the score bit by bit according to the rhythm.

It took more than half an hour for Chen Mo to finally write down this song, although there may be some details that are wrong, but at least, the main tone of the whole song, Chen Mo guarantees that there is no mistake. When he copied the lyrics on the paper sentence by sentence, Chen Mo couldn't help but burst into tears when he looked at the lyrics that pierced the deepest part of his heart.

When I walk down every street here, my heart never seems to be calm, except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity, I seem to hear his candle-like heartbeat, I laugh here, I cry here, I live here and die here, I pray here, I am lost here, I look for it here, I lose Beijing here, there are three blocks of Beijing cafes and squares, like the distance from neon to the moon, people are struggling to comfort and hug each other, looking for and chasing dying dreams, we are laughing here, we are crying here, we are alive here, we are dying here, we are praying here, we are confused here, we are looking for here, and we are losing Beijing here, if one day I don'tI want people to bury me here, I can feel my presence here, there are too many things that make me nostalgic here, I laugh here, I cry here, I live and die here, I pray here, I am lost here, I look for here, I lose Beijing, Beijing

Every lyric of this sentence seems to describe him, describing Roujia, touching the softest place and the deepest part of his heart, making him miserable. He thinks that he has never been a hypocritical person, but at this moment, he really can't control his feelings.

When it comes to Roujia, we have to start with Chen Mo's grandfather Chen Yizhou. He studied geology all his life, was a student of Li Lao before liberation, later became his subordinate, and finally entered the petrochemical industry. In this life, he is most proud of being able to maintain a relationship of mentor and friend with such a meritorious person.

Due to the drag of the times, Chen Mo's father Chen Jianguo and second uncle Chen Jianjun did not receive a complete higher education. Therefore, the old man felt guilty about his two sons, but he also looked down on him, and he couldn't think about it when he saw it, and he was tired of seeing it. And his most proud protégé is Chen Mo's godfather Kang Xuedong.

Chen Mo didn't recognize Kang Xuedong as his godfather since he was a child, and he never called this godfather, because this godfather was helpless after being manipulated by fate. What Chen Mo has always wanted to call the most is the word father, because Roujia is Kang Xuedong's daughter.

Roujia is only three months younger than Chen Mo, and the two children have grown up together since childhood. At that time, nutrition was not enough, Roujia's mother Liu Xia was not in good health, there was no milk, and Roujia grew up eating Luo Chaoying's milk. Until kindergarten, the two children still have to sleep in the same bed, and until they enter elementary school, they sleep separately.

From the beginning, the two families were happy to see the relationship between Chen Mo and Rou Jia, but the good times did not last long, and when they were twelve years old, the craze of the Japanese TV series "Blood Coagulation", which had just set off a whirlwind in China, had not completely dissipated, and Rou Jia, who was still imitating Yamaguchi Baihui and cutting her hairstyle into that style, was found to have leukemia.

Although she persisted for four years, Rou Jia still left Chen Mo forever and everyone when Chen Mo was just beginning to know how to love, leaving everyone with painful and sweet memories.

This song is like it was written for them, originally Chen Mo didn't like the band at No. 43 Baojia Street very much, and the only thing he liked was the song "Little Bird" they sang, but he didn't expect this lead singer to write such a beautiful song later, and he paid attention to this singer named Wang Feng for the first time.

After playing and singing to himself twice in the room, Chen Mo had a strong urge, he wiped away his tears, carried the guitar behind him and went out. "Xiaozheng, if I don't come back for a while, you go and deliver food to grandpa, and I'll change you later!"

Chen Zheng ran out of his room, "Brother, this song is awesome, who sang it?!" ”

Chen Mo didn't bother to pay attention to him. "Did you hear me?!"

"Leave it to me! Why are you going? ”

"I'm going to find you, Sister Roujia." Hearing this, he consciously shut his mouth. As long as Chen Mo said that he was going to find Rou Jia, no one dared to touch his moldy head.

Chen Mo was driving a motorcycle, this stylish motorcycle and his stylish style attracted the attention of many beauties along the way, but he didn't care at all. All his thoughts were immersed in this song. He must sing this song in front of Roujia's grave as soon as possible, if he doesn't sing it, he feels that he won't be able to live.

Traveling west along Ping'an Street, after arriving at the Fourth Ring Road, plugging into the path next to the Yongding River, Chen Mo arrived at the Futian Cemetery located on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road. He walks this road at least twice a month, and he will not forget it even if he closes his eyes.

Roujia's tomb is located in the peach forest in Goubei District, and in 92, the price of the tomb here was not high, and Kang Xuedong made her home in a secluded corner of Goubei. Whenever he was in a depressed mood, Chen Mo would come over alone and sit silently in front of the tombstone for a long time.

When his parents divorced, he became a frequent visitor here, and he always wondered why the two of them couldn't continue to live together?! Why should an entire family be broken?! His father said that he didn't understand, he didn't understand love, but he couldn't tolerate all this, and the betrayal of feelings was absolutely unacceptable to him. No one can understand him, only Roujia will accompany him silently and never leave him.

At the end of August, all the peaches have been picked and most of the leaves have fallen, adding a bleak feeling to the place. Chen Mo stopped the car and slowly walked to the front of the tombstone, the orchid he brought with him last time had withered, but there was still a wisp of fragrance left.

Roujia doesn't like orchids, she likes roses, because roses represent love. But after being with Li Shan, he no longer gave roses to Roujia, because he felt that he was no longer worthy to say that he loved her in front of Roujia.

Chen Mo forgot when he met Li Shan, maybe ten years old, maybe eleven years old, anyway, when he was still in elementary school. Because since he was a child, Chen Mo only had Rou Jia in his eyes, and he remembered any little thing about Rou Jia, but many memories of other people that should be preserved became blurry.

At that time, he didn't care about Li Shan, who felt good about himself, although many children in the alley liked to spoil her like a princess, but in Chen Mo's eyes, the only princess was Rou Jia.

As soon as she entered junior high school, Rou Jia was diagnosed with leukemia, and Chen Mo's energy was almost all focused on Rou Jia. Except for her treatment, whether it was in class or after class, Chen Mo had always been by her side, if he wasn't a boy, even Rou Jia would go to the toilet, he would have been eager to handle it single-handedly.

Roujia didn't go to high school, which was her biggest regret, because she promised Chen Mo to accompany him to college. She loves Sanmao and daydreams all day long, just to one day be able to travel the world. One of her favorite words is: "Sanmao has Jose, and Roujia has Chen Mo." ”

But by the time she was in high school, her illness had worsened, and Chen Mo also took a year off from school and stayed with her. It wasn't until the second year that Chen Mo returned to the classroom and repeated the grade to be a classmate with Li Shan, and at this time, Li Shan entered his world.

The divorce of his parents gave Chen Mo another blow, he could only pour out all the depression in his heart to Rou Jia, every weekend, he would bring his textbooks, write homework in front of Rou Jia's grave, and with Rou Jia, he felt that he had the motivation to study.

Although Rou Jia is gone, she has not left, she has always been in Chen Mo's heart. Even when he applied for a foreign Chinese university, he was also influenced by Roujia, because he promised her that he would take her around the world in the future, how could he do it without knowing a few foreign languages?!

"As I walk down every street here, my heart never seems to be at peace, except for the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity, I seem to hear his candle-like heartbeat, I laugh here, I cry here, I live here and die here............"

“………… People are struggling to comfort and hug each other, looking for and chasing dying dreams, we are laughing here, we are crying here, we are living here, and we are dying here............"

“………… If one day I have to leave, I hope that people will bury me here, here, I can feel my presence, there are so many things that make me nostalgic, I laugh here, I cry here, I live here, I die here, I pray here, I am lost here, I look for here, I lose Beijing, Beijing. ”

Chen Mo felt that this song really wrote about his state, his feelings, and their love. If Roujia hadn't left, she would have loved this song!

Chen Mo was singing with tears in his eyes, the management of the cemetery had already known him, and he wanted to come over to say hello to him, but when he saw the tears on his face, he sighed and left quietly.

I don't know how long it took for Chen Mo to wake up from this state of distraction. The sun had sunset, and the staff had begun to clean the cemetery, and many worshippers had been urged to leave.

Chen Mo wiped away his tears and carried the guitar behind him. Although he was frightened and suffered a lot of sins today, being able to get this song from Lang Yufu's memory was enough for him. Lang Yufu's memory is almost a treasure for him, and he has decided to dig it up and strive to get more songs like this.