Chapter 60: Life is Like a Song

Winning the MY2 team is equivalent to directly advancing to the top four in the East China region, and also getting the ticket to the national finals. When Zhang Xiaohai received the qualification ticket for the Shanghai finals from the referee, all the players in XY showed excitement on their faces.

In the evening at the Xia Yue Hotel, Li Song set up a table of banquets to treat XY's team members, everyone was very happy during the banquet, and even Hu Fei'er, who couldn't drink, drank a little, and a flush appeared on her pretty face, which was very good-looking. On the contrary, Zhang Xiaohai didn't drink much, although he looked happy on his face, he was actually in a heavy mood.

When it was late, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep. The game here in Ningbo is over, and a week later it will go to Shanghai to participate in the National Amateur League Finals, and compete with players from seven regions, and the competition will be more exciting and fierce.

While everyone went back to the room to sleep and no one noticed him, Zhang Xiaohai secretly ran out to relax by himself.

After coming out of the Xia Yue Hotel, Zhang Xiaohai walked along the bustling night street to the overpass. The evening breeze in September is not too cold, and there are many pedestrians talking and laughing on the flyover.

There was a wandering singer sitting on the ground, singing, and people passing by would occasionally stop to give him money, and then the wandering singer would pick up the money and chase after him, saying, "Dude, you lost your money."

Then the person who gave alms before looked at him in amazement, Zhang Xiaohai held on to the railing of the overpass, saw all this, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. When the wandering singer returned, he saw him smiling and asked him, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I laugh at why don't you take the money, it's all singing anyway, isn't it better to get the money?" Zhang Xiaohai turned his head and asked.

The wandering singer sat down, plucked his guitar, and adjusted the pitch before replying, "Singing is something I have to maintain with my life in my life, and I will not allow anything to defile it." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly coughed violently, then took out a tissue from his pocket and covered his mouth, and when he took the tissue down, Zhang Xiaohai saw that the tissue was stained with a lot of blood by the light on the overpass, and he was shocked. "You're sick, why don't you go to the hospital?"

He smiled and said indifferently: "What's the use of going to the hospital, lung cancer, sooner or later you have to die, why not use the rest of my life to do what I want to do while I still have a breath." ”

Zhang Xiaohai looked at him dumbfounded, except for seeing it from books or TV, he hadn't really seen it in reality, and suddenly made waves in his heart. "Is singing more important than your life?"

He didn't answer Zhang Xiaohai's question, but plucked the guitar and began to sing, Zhang Xiaohai had never heard this song, it may have been written by himself or it may be that Zhang Xiaohai has never heard of it.

However, judging from his lyrics, Zhang Xiaohai can understand that he is very satisfied with the current situation.

After finishing a song, he saw that Zhang Xiaohai was still beside him, and suddenly raised his head and said to him: "You are the most talked to me in the past few days." ”

Zhang Xiaohai didn't leave waiting for his answer, and he suddenly found himself wondering how a dying man answered this question.

He smiled, seemed to see Zhang Xiaohai's thoughts, and said slowly: "I love singing since I was a child, and I once wanted to sing as a profession when I grew up, but once when I was in a singing competition, the judges said that I sang too badly and had no talent for singing. ”

Zhang Xiaohai suddenly felt curiosity in his heart, suddenly turned around, and listened carefully to his story.

The wandering singer paused before saying: "That was when I was in high school, I was eliminated in the first round of the competition, I was sad and gave up singing, concentrated on studying, and was later admitted to Fudan University, dedicated to learning e-commerce." ”

Because of his admiration for Jack Ma, after graduation, he used various means to stay and work at Alibaba. In the meantime, I never listened to songs, and some classmates and colleagues asked me what kind of music I liked to listen to, and I always said that I was not interested in songs, but every time in the dead of night, I would always remember what the judges said, and then I would keep smoking until I coughed violently, and then I would go back to sleep.

A month ago, I was diagnosed with lung cancer, and the moment I got my diagnosis, I didn't despair but suddenly laughed because I heard the song I was singing. I never forgot to sing, because it was so deep in my bones, even if I tried to avoid it, it buried it deep in my heart.

It was only after leaving behind everything in the world that I truly found myself.

I quit my job desperately squeezing into Alibaba, carried a guitar and sang everywhere, and I no longer felt sad when I heard music, and I suddenly found that singing had become one with my life, and my life was constantly singing. ”

After the wandering singer finished saying this, he picked up his guitar and left, Zhang Xiaohai leaned on the handrail of the overpass, muttering a sentence: "Life is endless, singing is not stopping......"

Singing has been integrated into his soul, and although he has been stabbed and doubted, he has never forgotten it. It wasn't until the end of his life that he saw his true heart clearly, that is, to continue the dreams of his youth and free his heart, so his songs were full of satisfaction and joy.

Zhang Xiaohai was shocked by his last sentence, life is endless, singing endlessly, this is a character who equates life and singing. Zhang Xiaohai suddenly faintly grasped why the lewd male master always sighed that he didn't have the soul of a military master.

"Is it true that you can only feel this kind of soul at the end of your life?" Zhang Xiaohai leaned on the overpass, looked up at the starry sky, and felt the shock brought to him by the wandering singer.

There were fewer and fewer people on the overpass, and the evening wind was strong, but Zhang Xiaohai didn't feel anything. Until his train of thought was interrupted by a mobile phone ringtone, Zhang Xiaohai took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and saw that it was Hu Fei'er calling, glanced at the corner of his mouth and picked up the phone and said, "What's the matter, is it lonely to stay alone in the empty room, and you want me to accompany you?" ”

Hu Fei'er on the other end of the phone was lying on the bed tossing and turning at this time and couldn't sleep, seeing that it was already more than one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Xiaohai hadn't come to sleep yet, so she was a little worried so she called, but she didn't expect that the first words she heard when she picked up the phone would make her vomit blood. "Who is lonely? You go to death and never worry about you again!! ”

After Hu Feier finished saying this, she hung up the phone angrily, pulled the quilt to her head, and planned to sleep with her eyes closed, but she always couldn't sleep, the feeling of playing with Zhang Xiaohai during the day gave her a very familiar taste, his, his details and habits all reminded Hu Feier of a person, but then he shook his head and felt ridiculous. "Impossible, this rascal can't be his!!"

It was very late that Zhang Xiaohai came back from the overpass, and he kept recalling the words of the wandering singer in his heart. I once heard his master's lewd man say to him: Before you comprehend the soul of a military advisor, you will never become a top tactical master. Perhaps it is also for this reason that the game two years ago made Zhang Xiaohai lose everything.

"The soul of the military advisor, life is like a song, dota" Zhang Xiaohai, who was lying on the bed, seemed to understand something, but he couldn't catch that feeling, and fell asleep in a daze.

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