Outside the hallway, all piled up were my stuff.

Even the quilt was thrown on the ground and covered with dust.

Zhou Yao, she threw all my things outside!

Is she crazy!

This, what the hell does she want to do!

I pulled out the key and unscrewed the doorknob.

It was like I was being pushed by something, and I couldn't push it away.

"Zhou Yao, you slut, let me in, what are you doing, why are you throwing away my things!"

I shouted at the top of my throat.

Frantically banging on the old wooden door.

However, no one in the house responded to me at all.

Because the movement was too loud, it was the neighbor who opened the door.

Caught me scolding me on the head and covering my face.

"Scum, get out of here, you're not welcome!"

Zhou Yao's voice suddenly came from the room.

I almost laughed at her.

I obviously paid the rent for this house, why don't you let me live in it!

"Zhou Yao, can you open the door or not!"

"I'm not open!"

"What the hell do you want!"

"I don't want to see you, you scumbag!"

No matter what I say, Zhou Yao never opened this door.

Yin Lanlan was so anxious that she was about to cry.

At this moment, I can't care so much.

With all my strength, I kicked the wooden door hard.

Clang!

Because it has not been replaced all year round, the wooden door is inevitably a little decayed.

With a heavy thud, the entire door fell to the ground.

Clouds of dust were raised.

Immediately after, I pushed open Zhou Yao's door.

"Zhou Yao, you are a psychopath, what do you want to do!"

"I said, I don't want to see you! This is my room, you give me out! ”

As if I had been crying for a long time, I obviously noticed that Zhou Yao's eyes were a little red and swollen.

She sat on the bed and stared at me.

Even the black eyes in the eye sockets were full of coldness.

I couldn't say a word of my anger.

I'm scared!

I was completely scared!

Count me out of luck in my life!

Why did I meet a weird woman like Zhou Yao!

"Don't continue to fix me, I'm already miserable, I'm a poor bastard now, I still have to raise my daughter, I beg you to give me a quiet life!"

"That's your business, don't you know how to look for a job when you're poor? A big man, staying at home every day, like something! If you can find a stable job, you won't be in the current situation! ”

It's like a rose with thorns.

Zhou Yao's words can always poke the scars in my heart.

I was no longer in any mood to quarrel with Zhou Yao, closed the door, and left her room.

After moving all the items in the hallway back to my room, I washed the sheets a little.

"Dad, why did that guy do that?"

Yin Lanlan, after all, she is just a seven-year-old girl.

Looking at her innocent appearance with blinking eyes, I casually replied that the person was sick.

Yin Lanlan nodded as if she didn't understand, and it took a long time to say a word, oh.

It took me half an hour to fix the door.

After all this, I took a hot shower.

The warm liquid ripples with warmth the moment it touches my skin.

But the filth that bothers me can't be washed away.

Although, Zhou Yao's tone was hard to hear.

But every word she said made sense.

I also wanted to go out and find a job, and then live a down-to-earth life, living an ordinary life until I lay in a coffin.

But I don't!

I have my own original intention, and I have my own dream!

I am not willing to exchange my dreams for firewood, rice, oil and salt!

Even if it's risking my life, I have to go down this path!

For the next few days, I didn't have any contact with Zhou Yao.

Except for sending Yin Lanlan to school, I buried myself in the room, arranging and writing lyrics.

Later, I didn't even bother to cook.

When I was thirsty, I drank mineral water.

When I'm hungry, I nibble on crispy noodles.

It was in such a difficult environment that I finally created a new manuscript.

After leaving my contact information, I submitted this manuscript.

Until this moment, the heart hanging in my throat finally fell.

I pulled out a cigarette and held it in my mouth.

Ignite.

Feel the stinging sensation of smoke filling your lungs.

I can't remember exactly how many times this was submitted.

Perhaps, it will sink into the sea.

You may also receive a rejection letter.

Immediately after that, I would return to making music.

Repeat the cycle.

Actually, I know it very well in my heart.

Perhaps, I will never succeed in my life.

I'm always immersed in my own fantasy world, doing things that make people question.

As time goes on and I get older, I will soon be eliminated from the world.

But, despite that, I didn't think about giving up.

As long as I'm crazy about composing and submitting, as long as I can write ten manuscripts a month.

There may also be one or two manuscripts that are praised by the agent.

And my income ranges from 1,000 to 3,000.

I don't have too many vices.

Therefore, my money is also fully able to feed Yin Lanlan.

Every late night, when Yin Lanlan was asleep, I would come to the living room with the heavy guitar in my arms and play the light tone with the most gentle notes.

The pillow is full of moldy dreams.

In the dream live people who can't hug.

Only the quiet night can allow me to regain a trace of my past.

Time passed, and the moon was buried in the gray with dense clouds.

The moment I put down the guitar, Zhou Yao's door opened.

She stood in front of the door, and the dark eyes in her eyes were tightly focused on me.

As if there was something on her mind, her frowning brow did not disperse for a long time.

And the dark cloud that was deposited overhead also lingered.

"Yin Xing, I heard that song once before. Can you play it again? ”

"So you knew my name, I thought you would just call me a scumbag and a bastard."

I didn't want to see Zhou Yao at all.

Every time I see her, my mood is very irritable.

I ignored Zhou Yao's unreasonable request, picked up my guitar, and walked towards the room.

But, in the next second, Zhou Yao suddenly ran in front of me and grabbed my arm tightly.

"Yin Xing, this song of yours reminds me of him again, can you play it for me again, just once!"

Zhou Yao's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.

Even the way she looked at me flickered.

"! It's annoying! ”

I pulled my arm, broke free from Zhou Yao's restraints, and closed the door of the room.

Through the window, a meteor suddenly crossed over the night.

Meteor, when everyone sees you, they make a wish to you.

But I never do that.

Because I know your feelings better than anyone else.

In this world, who can know.

When the last meteor pierces the night sky, will it penetrate its heart-rending cry?