It's not hard to have a dream

Follow me

It's not hard to be alone

Be accompanied by music

- It's not hard to have a dream

Three months later, it was late spring and early summer, and after completing the recovery of filming, he rushed back to the capital as soon as possible and rushed to Lin's house.

"Oh, Grandma! You can count it as coming, if you don't come again, he will have depression, help......" Liu Hansan cried wolf.

But when she put down her luggage and ran up to the second floor, she realized that what Liu Hansan said was not an exaggeration.

When Lin Huaijin saw her, he no longer smiled like before, but he was much heavier.

The bald head she had shaved last time had grown a lot of new hair, but his two naturally thick eyebrows seemed to have not been repaired for a long time, and her eyes suddenly turned red when she saw his thin face and unshaven beard.

"You're here." He glanced up at her softly, slowly, with a gloomy expression and a sad look.

"What's wrong with you?" When she threw herself up to him, she almost burst into tears.

Lin Huaijin in her eyes seems to have fallen.

"I hurt my lungs and trachea, and I may not be able to sing again."

She had a dull pain in her heart, and after asking Mrs. Lin, she found out that he was so negative during this time, not cooperating with treatment, not liking to talk, locking himself in his room all day long, not going out and not seeing anyone......

"Don't be afraid, it's going to get better." She gripped his broad palm.

"It's been three months, and it's still not getting better at all, I can't even speak out loud, heh! My glorious life has come to an end, and I have lost my voice......"

What is more terrible about a musician or a singer than losing his voice, like an angel who has broken his wings and can never fly again!

He lives in boundless darkness every day, he can't do anything, he hates this incompetent self!

Fusheng wept, "No, aren't you still talking well?" If you cooperate with the treatment slowly, you will definitely recover......" She gently comforted.

Lin Huaijin's heart was finally touched, and he looked up at her, like a helpless child, "Really? ”

"Really!" She held his face with both hands, gently rubbed the new stubble on his chin, looked at his clear eyes, and said sincerely, "You believe me." ”

"Then will you stay with me?" He seemed to have finally found a sense of security, and he put his arm around her waist and was reluctant to let go.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." She promised softly, while holding back her tears, and said with a smile: "Look at how you did this, you're not handsome at all, can I help you shave?" ”

Lin Huaijin nodded obediently, sat quietly in the chair, and let Fuxing shave him, trim his eyebrows, and apply skin care products.

She touched his head and praised him with a smile: "It's become handsome." ”

He couldn't help but smile, smiling for the first time in three months.

It was also from this day that he actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment, ate on time, took medicine on time, did not drop the plate or the bowl, and sometimes laughed very happily, and went to the garden to water the flowers and pull the weeds for half a day......

His attitude changed so much that even his immobile father, Lin Dezheng, was very surprised.

Is it just because the girl came?

"You see, only she can save your son." Mrs. Lin looked at the two young men who were having fun in the garden and sighed to her husband.

Linde was squinting his eyes and lost in thought.

Fuxing temporarily lived in the Lin family, and her room was next door to Lin Huaijin. Every morning, she would wake Lin Huaijin up, have breakfast with him, and then let him play the piano for a while.

Occasionally, she would tell him some poignant love stories, or write a few lyrics to discuss with him, which stimulated his inspiration for composing.

So much so that they later formed a pair of best partners, one wrote lyrics and the other composed music, and they cooperated quite tacitly.

Lin Huaijin is often by her side when arranging music, and she is good at listening to his sources of inspiration and inner thoughts, and then making up a long or short story, and then summarizing short and appropriate lyrics from it.

Listen to songs and read texts, a song, a page of chapters, two people.

"Remember when we went to Wuzhen together?" He asked with a light smile.

"I don't have amnesia."

That was last summer, and not long after she came to the capital for two months, she was still not very close to Lin Huaijin at that time.

In the hot summer, he took her to Wuzhen for a vacation, and said that he was looking for inspiration to compose, and he also walked around the riverbank with great interest, laughing that Wuzhen was his inspiration capital, but half a month passed, and he didn't write down half of the song.

But it was recovered, she saw the longing for the ancient road west wind, small bridges and flowing water, and was full of inspiration at the moment, rushed back to the capital non-stop, and half a month later, wrote a complete short romance novel.

This incident made Lin Huaijin so angry, and when she was packing up her things and preparing to go back to Beijing, he ran over in a hurry and stopped in front of her door with both hands-

"What are you doing? I'll bring you here to compose lyrics, you can't go so fast! ”

But resuscitation is also an acute child, and once she has inspiration, she wants to write it in retreat in one go. "I'll go back and write to you." She dragged her suitcase and was about to walk out.

"No, yes, go!" He was furious.

"I'm leaving!" Indifferent, she squeezed him to the door and moved him out of the suitcase.

"Stop!" He kicked the suitcase open with a heavy kick and pointed at her condescendingly. "You're determined to leave today, aren't you? You can do it, who is used to it, you dare to walk out of this door today and try it?! ”

"What do you say! Who are you talking to? She was not satisfied with his rudeness, and immediately smashed a handbag on him, and scuffled with him with her hands and feet.

Fuxing is a small and fierce character, and the skill of kicking people is not learned in a day or two, and Lin Huaijin did not dare to do anything to her, so he had to hide in Tibet with his waist protected.

"I'm leaving today, what can you do with me?"

It can be seen that she has her hands around her chest, and her chin is higher than his. Lin Huaijin gritted his teeth and pointed at her, but his momentum couldn't help but weaken a little, and he hesitated for a moment, "You, don't accompany me, I'll ...... Uninspired. He spoke awkwardly.

Thinking about the beginning, all the people around Lin Huaijin knew about their fighting, but she turned her head in a daze and said with red eyes: "Lin Huaijin bullied me." ”

Thinking of her as a girl who is alone and weak, everyone believes her. However, Lin Huaijin couldn't argue, and in the end he could only grab Liu Hansan's collar and yell: "I'm so special in front of her, I have never had any super star image!" ”

She insisted on returning to Beijing, as if she was angry, and after she got off the plane, she did not reply to his calls and messages.

So that he was anxious, scratching his ears and cheeks, and thought that something had happened to her, and after several twists and turns, after Mrs. Lin confirmed that she was safe, his ups and downs of his little heart were calmed.

Lin Huaijin slept in a very classical style homestay in the middle of the night, listening to the sparse cicadas in the calm summer night, and remembered what she said, "The dream of the broken hometown can't come true, and the hometown has no such sound."

He closed his eyes, as if he saw her back turned alone; Thinking of the loneliness when she left her mother and came to the capital alone, he was in turmoil, and he kept cutting and sorting out.

On the other hand, it has been a whole year since she came to the capital, but sometimes he wakes up in the morning, and he still feels very happy in his heart, just like when he first met, he was lucky to see her.

Because, she is right next to him.

In this situation, there were so many inspirations in his mind that they were about to flow out, and he put his hands on the piano, "I'll play a little piece for you." ”