"By the way, I heard you play and sing a song on New Year's Day, can you tell me your name?"

Su Qiannuo suddenly asked, and Qi Jie blinked.

"When?"

"It's the first heavy snowfall, and I'll tell you the truth, I stayed downstairs with you all night, great song."

Qi Jie let out an "oh".

"Remembered?"

"Hmm."

Qi Jie nodded.

"I don't know how many good songs you still have in your stomach, I'm a businessman and I pay attention to profit. So I won't give you my wish when I'm not 10,000 sure, even if there is [Dancing and Flying] at that time, there is [The Most Romantic Thing], and there is also [Superstar], but they are just good songs, and it is still up to the market to decide whether they can hold up. ”

"Now that the market has given me the answer, that's why I'm willing to give up my wish."

"That's all?"

"Yes and no."

Su Qiannuo smiled lightly: "Once upon a time, there was a fool who said that he was looking for music that could catch his ears, so I came to make a wish." I took it over when it was at its worst, and later, like others, I only chased after profits and forgot many of my original intentions. There's no going back now, because I'm just a businessman. ”

Su Qiannuo's voice was low all of a sudden: "But I prefer it to have a good home, no matter who it belongs to!" ”

Qi Jie could feel the other party's deep feelings for making a wish, and she said, "Trust me, it will!" ”

"Okay, don't talk about these spoilers, talk about the song you sang that night." Su Qiannuo said with a smile.

Her smile is more difficult to guess than Xiaoya, and Qi Jie can only intuitively feel the true psychology of the other party.

Qi Jie pulled up her hair and tied it into a ponytail.

"Once you were. The name of that song. ”

"You used to ......," Su Qiannuo muttered to himself.

What was she like in the past? I don't know, I've forgotten. I only know that she likes to laugh at that time and is very sunny.

Now she has become more profound, for fear of being seen as idealistic.

If I have to say it, I can only say that time has changed.

"Can you sing it to me?"

Qi Jie turned her head to look at her: "Do you like it?" ”

Su Qiannuo nodded.

Qi Jie said: "It's better to learn it yourself, just hum it when you're fine, I can't follow you every day." ”

"That's fine, but I don't know anything about music, when I was young, I smoked and drank and my voice was bad, and I didn't know how to sing well."

"It's okay, it's not for anyone else."

Qi Jie said with a smile.

She really didn't see that Su Qiannuo still had such a "black history", she always thought that the other party was a very self-controlled strong woman.

Su Qiannuo didn't know how to play the guitar, so Qi Jie took the guitar to accompani, and then taught her sentence by sentence.

Although Su Qiannuo said that his voice was not good, it was actually okay, and the intelligence said that it was very ordinary.

The proprietress cooked and wanted Qi Jie to come down, and when she heard the two of you teach me outside the door, she pursed her lips and smiled, and then twisted her hips and went downstairs.

The sunlight was restrained into a square frame by the skylight, Qi Jie leaned on the skylight, Su Qiannuo sat cross-legged on the ground, and there was only the singing of the two people from time to time in the room.

A string of laughter like silver bells flew through the skylight and into the vast sky.

The sun is shining

An old man raised his eyes, and he stood on high ground and took in the city.

"Teacher Hua, why did you remember to come to Birdcage Street?" A middle-aged man stood behind the old man.

The middle-aged man looks like a successful person at first glance, but he has great respect for the elderly.

"I used to live here for a while." The old man said.

His brows seem to be forever furrowed, and there seems to be an indissoluble worry between the eyebrows of "Chuan".

The middle-aged man was very surprised to hear this, he didn't know that Huashang, one of the most famous masters of ancient musical instruments in China, had lived here before.

"I said, how did I hear that this place is going to be demolished, and you will leave everything behind and come here, teacher."

"It's also a distraction."

The old man exhaled and sighed: "Now the music circle has almost no room for the growth of ancient musical instruments and ancient songs, and our old men also have to benefit from the policy of cultural relics, staying together in that "nursing home". ”

The middle-aged man nodded.

"It's like this birdcage street, if it is not demolished, how can it become a building on your company's drawings, maybe more than ten years later, no one knows that this place was once a snail's house for the bottom of the society, and they thought it was originally a square and high-rise buildings."

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "People have to look forward, and after the renovation of Birdcage Street, it will also be beneficial to the city, and the security here will be better when the time comes." ”

The old man watched for a moment, then walked along the uneven path.

Compared to the wide and clean roads in the city, the roads of Birdcage Street are crooked and narrow. Maybe it's because of the long years, the appearance is slightly black, I don't know if it is worn by tires, or soaked in oil for many years, even in the shade, it is faintly black and shiny.

"Maybe I'm nostalgic for the old one, and take a look at it before it is dismantled, just like when I wrote my first famous work here."

Hua Shang walked step by step, frowning, as if he was looking for something, or thinking about something.

Because of the demolition, it is very quiet.

He seems to be walking in a city where no one is walking, and he is walking towards death alone.

After passing a bend, Hua Shang suddenly heard a burst of youthful laughter.

It seemed that the laughter brought a glimmer of light to the dimly lit streets.

He stopped around the corner, a song or two faintly in his laughter.

Although the song doesn't fit his aesthetic, there's no denying that it's a good piece of music.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said with a smile: "If you go further, it used to be a hotel, and then I lived here temporarily, and I will move out after the water and electricity are cut off in mid-July, and the construction will start here in August, I plan to build a school here, and this location can be used as an auditorium." ”

"Well, that's good."

The old man nodded. At the very least, it is not easy for students to remember education when they are engaged in business.

He walked around the corner, looked up, and saw a slender figure sitting at the window, and outside the skylight there were several potted plants, the owner did not seem to be diligent in taking care of them, making them all look like they were withering.

In the quiet street, one or two crisp female voices are back to the file, adding a bit of vitality.

Therefore, the old man does not feel bored, people squander too much time in this life, and they know the preciousness of time when they are old.

So he didn't mind staying a little longer.

The middle-aged man behind the old man picked up his mobile phone and said, "Teacher, it's almost time, there are still some things in the company that I need to do, ...... look?"

"You're busy, you've seen what you should see, let's go!"

The old man raised his hand and said.

“…… Unfortunately, this place is about to be demolished, and these scenery will never be seen again. ”

"You're so talented, you won't make a song to remember."

"I remember when I opened my eyes and saw the crampedness of the place, and I kept running around Birdcage Street in the really good restaurant until I started writing. In the blink of an eye, this place will disappear. ”

"It's okay, I do have a very suitable song, so let's use it to pay tribute to my first home in this world."

"Really? What is weird, and the first home in this world, as if you are not from this world. ”

The old man's shriveled face smiled.

The girl's conversation came from the skylight, and then into the old man's ear.

He understood the meaning of the girl's words.

It's just that this family is not the other.

He had just walked around the corner when he suddenly stopped.

A burst of desolate, melodious notes, with an ethereal charm, quietly floated in the silence of Birdcage Street.

The old man turned and stood still.

He looked up, and the girl sitting on the skylight had turned around, but he was brought into the deepest part of his memory by the song played by the girl, where there was his hometown, and there were thousands of feelings from childhood to old age......