The wheels of time continued to roll forward, and I continued my solo journey.

While immersed in oneself, I couldn't help but realize a cruel truth, even though I didn't want to. -- All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving thoroughly, both of which are the same.

Because of this realization, I began to think back, and I began to think about what I really felt in my heart. In the end, I was slapped with gold stars in my eyes, and I couldn't figure out whether I really loved Yin Enjing. It's not love, it's love.

On this day, it suddenly began to rain, and after a long rain, the dry streets began to drink wildly. I walked out of the library where the lights had just been turned off and stood in the doorway, without an umbrella. Taking a step forward, reaching out to catch the rain, and twisting my fingers, I began to wonder, how long has it been sunny? One week? No, it's been more than a week, and this life of the same every day should have lasted for almost three weeks. I took out my phone and looked at it, and sure enough, it was November 20th. It is far, far away from the day when Yin Enjing left.

Looking up at the bottomless, dark and lonely night sky, the sound of rain without a trace of decline, it seems that the rain will not stop for a while tonight. Turning his head left and right, he saw that this point had left the library, and I was alone, and no one would work hard until eleven o'clock in the library.

Shrugged his shoulders and stepped into the rain.

The late autumn raindrops carried the biting cold, and the library was not far from the dormitories, just three streets within the same block. Plus, my empty wallet didn't allow me to take another taxi. So the only option I could choose was to walk, walking along the street for a few minutes. Raindrops began to hang on my head that became longer again, and the clothes on my shoulders were slowly wet, but fortunately, although the rain was firm, it was not too big, and I was not too wolf-like.

Turn a street corner. Across the street in front of you is the school's dormitory. Because of its proximity to the dormitory, there are many snack bars. At the same time, there are a lot of people with dreams who perform here, and I never stop to listen to them when I pass by here. But today, on such a rainy night with few people. I paradoxically stopped in front of someone.

On the edge of a flower bed on the side of the street stood a small speaker covered with a tarpaulin and a man sitting on a bar-like high chair with a microphone in his hand, which was set on a long floor-to-ceiling microphone stand. He didn't have a guitar. On the ground in front of him lay an open piano case, which contained dozens of scattered coins and a few thoroughly wet banknotes. There was no shelter from the rain, so he sat in the rain and sang quietly. I stood silently in front of him with my hands down. Actually, it wasn't his singing voice that attracted me at first, because he hadn't started singing when I came to him. The reason for holding me back is simple. Just a few cans of stuff next to the emaciated floor-standing mic stand.

That's right, there are nine bottles of Cass beer underneath the standing microphone, not aluminum. It's the glass bottle, the crystal liquid in the bottle, reflecting a strange light under the lamp of the store next door. I could clearly see that four of the bottles were empty, a singer drinking wine and singing? It's not the resident singers who drink and sing in the nightclubs, but the street performers! It was raining. Street performers drinking and singing! What a strange combination.

He paused his gaze on the bottles for a moment. The curiosity quickly faded, and I shook my head and walked back to leave. Maybe it's a madman, I thought. But just as I was about to leave, a prelude started to flow out of the knee-high small speakers, and the guy was about to start singing. Next, the steps I was about to take froze completely, and this time, I was completely dragged by his voice. Soul, unable to move.

The seasons never belonged to me, I was such a cold person

The angular character is like a piercing winter

You know all about the cold wind

Icy cold is all I have, like the sea in the harsh winter

Paddle in the boat and you will realize that I am an island

It's epikhigh's song again! The singer behind him is singing "Cold" sung by Epikhigh and Li Xiayi. As the prelude disappeared, his singing voice crept into his ears with a peculiar charm. Whether it is tab1o's hoarse rap or Li Xiayi's soft and ethereal female voice, he digests it perfectly.

Having listened to the original song hundreds of times, I actually feel at this moment that the feelings expressed in his song are more cold, to be precise, more cruel than the original song. The sound that poured out of his squirming Adam's apple was not lifeless. Frozen in place by the voice, my hands naturally hanging at my sides, taking a deep breath, I slowly turned my body, raised my head, and looked at the wandering singer for the first time.

His eyelids were so wide, almost as wide as a river, and those melancholy eyes were like a slowly flowing river. In an instant, I was very sure that this was a ronin with a story, maybe it had something to do with family affection, maybe it had something to do with love. Because everything in the world can't escape these two feelings.

As he lay in his voice, he continued to look at him. A thin jacket, black denim, and a lot of gray leather boots, if you look closely, you will see that his trousers have faded a little, perhaps because they have been washed many times. The stubble is full of chin, the dark circles are heavy, and the messy length should have been untaken for a long time, and the rough ones have no trace of luster. Standing five meters away from him, the aura of decadence also came to his face, squeezing out all the oxygen around him. At the end of the song, he sat down in a high chair, one hand on Mai, his eyelids drooped, and let the rain hit his face, and he did the final shallow singing.

When the aftermath of "Cold" had completely dissipated into the air, the singer got up from his chair, and perhaps my utter immobility attracted his attention, he leaned over and took two bottles of beer from the base of the standing microphone, took two steps to me, and handed one to me. "Ji Tae-ho." He said his name as he handed the beer, and that deep voice was not very good, but I just felt that the voice had a very special feeling, as if he was not speaking. It's like reciting poetry with feelings.

"Liu Chengyu." After taking the beer, neither of us said a second word, the two of us bit the cap with the same action, and then handed the same distance, and the sound of the glass bottles colliding was crisp and lovely. One and a half bottles. I used up all the air in my lungs, and suddenly I felt that this moment was the most enjoyable moment in these days.

After taking a sip of wine, Ji Tae-ho turned back and sat back on the high chair, and he straightened one foot naturally. Step flat on the ground and step on the crossbar of the chair with the other foot on the crossbar of the chair with your knee bent. One hand fiddled with the speaker next to him, and the second song trickled out of the dense black hole in the speaker. After only listening to the intro for three seconds, I understood the main body of the song again. It's another song full of sadness, SJ's new song "Daydream".

I'm not a professional singer, nor am I a professional critic, I can't do professional analysis, I am simply attracted by his voice, this wandering singer's voice seems to be born full of scars. It occurred to me that he should sing those cheerful songs. He couldn't do it. As the prelude ended, Ji Tae-ho's eyelids drooped, and his voice began to flow slowly again. The sound spilled from the corners of his mouth, and finally fell to the ground with a very heavy weight, like an amber rosary, ancient, painful.

To disappear all of them

Why is it so beautiful?

It was just a fleeting dream, a daytime dream

Darkness why are you

So darkness wiped everything away

Nothing can be seen

After listening to this song, the rain got into the backs of Ji Tae-ho and me. The clothes were thoroughly wet, but no one cared. Music is always the best place to remember. It is a sharp killing weapon, and at the same time, it is also a projector to recreate the good past. Two songs. Ji Tae-ho licked my wound with his voice, looked at him again, and then I turned to leave. Today was really an interesting day, I met a wandering singer, and in him, I found my own shadow.

After returning to the dormitory, I changed my clothes. There was still a little tea left, I took it out and brewed a cup, sat down at the table, and rarely fell asleep as soon as I came back. Maybe Ji Tae-ho's voice just now played a role, his scarred voice actually soothed my scars. In addition to the taste of tea in the mouth, there is also a little aftertaste of "Daydream", turn on the computer, the computer has a cache of this song, no need to turn up the volume, in this small room, only a little sound is enough for it to vibrate.

Compared with Ji Tae-ho's voice, SJ's group singing is a little more angry, although the tone of this song is still very sad, but I feel that the sadness sung by SJ is superficial and somewhat unreal, while Ji Tae-ho's sadness is deep in the bone marrow.

Sipping tea one by one, I am in a rare mood to listen to music today. Playing shuffle, letting the music rotate automatically, I clicked into the news network, and after being isolated from the outside world for so long, I was going to see what new war broke out again. From the earlier point of viewing, the first thing that broke into my eyes was the Kim Taeyeon customs incident on October 7, and I had already guessed the situation between her and that person, and my expression did not change. Seeing those fan's interesting comments, he raised the corners of his mouth.

Continue to look backwards, on the evening of November 13th, the MU private C award ceremony was held in the gymnastics arena of the Olympic Park, and YG's artists swept 8 awards including the award, making YG the biggest winner of this year's MU private C award ceremony. In comparison, S&M has rarely won at this award ceremony. Wiping his eyebrows and sneering, the eventful S&M, is he still concentrating on making music?

Flipping through the list to the top, there was only one recent news item related to Sunny, I hesitated for a moment, then moved my mouse and clicked on the headline.

According to a report, after Girls' Generation was forced to withdraw from the group by JES Private CA, the other members of the show talked and public activities attracted much attention Y recently in the radio program hosted by Roykim, the song "Home" by Roykim was played, and the lyrics mentioned that "between what you want to do and what you have to do, it is all on your heavy shoulders", and the background is similar to the story of JES Private CA wanting to start a business on her own, but you have to take care of group activities. As soon as the song played, her expression darkened, and she stared into the distance for 2 minutes, as if she felt something in her heart. Then she shouted to the "dear": If you are tired, go home. made netizens think that she was distressed that jes was working hard outside alone.

After reading this recent news, my mind suddenly became irrepressible, drifting back far, far away. Once upon a time, when I was still in that city with a home, there were still posters of nine hanging next to my bed, but now, there are no more than nine. Sliding the scroll wheel on the mouse, there was a picture on the news with a gloomy look that made me a little unbearable, sighed and turned off the music and the computer. Crawling into the bed, in short, these things are already far away from me, and for these complicated emotions, complicated ido1, I suddenly appeared, and the farther away I had to hide, the better. (To be continued) R655

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