Chen Chen held up his camera to take a few photos, drank a glass of wine in a small bar, and listened to a few folk songs. One Stroke Pavilion More Good

Walking along the stone road, Chen Chen vaguely seemed to hear the sound of a guitar and a pleasant singing voice. The sound of a bird-like bird is intoxicating. It is not an exaggeration to call such a sound a natural sound.

Chen Chen walked in the direction from which the voice came.

A gazebo appeared in front of you.

The pavilion is surrounded by a variety of flowers, leaving only two paths for sheep intestines.

There are already quite a few people gathered here.

Chen Chen squeezed into the crowd, walked forward with stitches, and finally came to the front position.

A girl is holding a guitar and playing the song, which she sings.

“······ It doesn't matter if it's a ghost who has lost its mind, or if it's the cause of a previous life. But it doesn't matter anymore, if you can get back into my arms. Whether it's the arrangement of fate, or your deliberate tricking. But none of this matters anymore, and I'm willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Although the years are always rushing to make people old, although love is always annoying. Although the future cannot be known, it will not be too early to say goodbye. ”

It's hard to imagine that singing the lyrics from the girl's mouth with a bit of vicissitudes didn't make him feel half disobedient.

The scene in front of me is like a natural picture. A group of flowers huddles the girl in the middle.

The girl wore a white dress and was particularly beautiful against the brilliant colors of the flowers.

After listening to a song, Chen Chen couldn't help but raise his camera to take a photo.

There was also a clattering sound all around.

Quite a few people silently stepped forward and put change in the box with the guitar that the girl had opened.

Or ten or twenty dollars, and there are also 100 yuan bills.

The girl didn't look to the side the whole time, as if she was immersed in her own musical world.

Fingers flutter over the guitar strings, and the sound floats out with the melody.

There are no butterflies in the flowers, but the notes she sings are like butterflies frolicking in the flowers.

And the girl is the most beautiful and purest butterfly.

“······ Why do you care who I am, I think you're right, loneliness makes people haggard, it's loneliness that breaks people's hearts, women in love are beautiful, I think I'm doing the right thing······ A few times, I really wanted to get myself drunk and keep myself away from those many grievances. Let the long-hidden longing fly with the wind, oh, forget who I am······"

Chen Chen stepped forward in the midst of singing and took a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and put it in the guitar case.

On closer inspection, he saw the girl's eyes. It was pure, but not as clear as a stream, but as pure as a flame without any impurities.

Maybe this is her love for music, her love for life. Chen Chen thought to himself.

The moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose upward.

"It's been days without hearing from you, where would you be now. I haven't seen you for a few days, maybe you forgot that I was waiting for you. I want to go back to my past and let all my memories go to zero. I want to let go of all your things and please come back to me happily. Look at the sun, look at the moon, can't see you, maybe you've forgotten me. Look at the sunset, look at the stars, and don't see the dawn, maybe you don't have news of me anymore. Maybe you and she are sweet, sweet, forgetting to breathe. Maybe you're traveling hand in hand with her to match the date of your love······"

The girl stopped after singing the song, stood up and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry, my throat isn't particularly comfortable today, so I'll be here in the morning." The girl said.

Everyone was not angry when they heard this, but left quietly, just as they had come to listen to the song quietly.

Those who didn't hear it couldn't hide their disappointment, but some people still put a few coins in their guitar cases.

It's respect for the music, respect for the girl, and praise for her.

There is no shortage of singers in the ancient city, and in the streets and alleys, in the brightly lit bars, even a random person on the side of the road can sing a piece.

But she seems to be special among them.

The girl took a sip of water, gathered her things and was about to leave.

Chen Chen didn't leave, but walked to the gazebo, sat down on the stone bench opposite the girl, and watched her busy figure.

"How long have you been singing here?" Chen Chen asked.

"Huh?" The girl picked up her guitar and looked at Chen Chen suspiciously, "I only started a few days ago, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Chen Chen smiled, "I feel like you're special." ”

The girl smiled back politely, not taking Chen Chen's words to heart.

"Are you here for the first time?" The girl asked suddenly.

"Yes, take advantage of the holidays to travel. It is also a distraction. Chen Chen said.

For some reason, it's just the first time he's met, and he doesn't even know the girl's name, but he has an inexplicable trust in her and wants to tell her everything in his heart.

"You seem to be a little melancholy, you should be hiding a story, right?" The girl laughed, "But people who come to the ancient city basically have stories. ”

"Would you like to hear my story? Maybe I need an audience to hear me speak. Chen Chen's eyes were very calm.

The girl stared at him for a few seconds.

She could see that Chen Chen didn't have other thoughts hidden in his eyes, and it seemed that he was simply looking for an audience.

Perhaps because peers like Chen Chen saw less here, the girl didn't refuse, put the guitar aside, and sat opposite Chen Chen.

"I want to hear about it."

Subsequently, Chen Chen told everything about himself and Yang Yueyao. Those things that Xiao Zhenghong knew, and there were some things that he didn't know, and even Yang Yueyao didn't know.

From meeting Yang Yueyao when I was a child, to the time when I was a childhood sweetheart, and then to the gradual emergence of feelings, as well as my own choices and escapes.

The girl just listened quietly, her legs dangling in the air and shaking gently.

Chen Chen poured out all the things that could be said and couldn't be said in his heart.

It's like a stream that has been blocked by a spring, and now, the dirt in the spring has been washed out, and the living water is constantly gushing out, nourishing the stream.

Chen Chen only felt that the whole person seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

"It takes up so much of your time. Thank you for your willingness to listen. Chen Chen stood up with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. It's better to say something than to hold it in your heart. The girl smiled.

"It's already this time, if you don't mind, I'll treat you to lunch. Think of it as a reward for the listeners. Chen Chen looked at the time on his phone, it was almost twelve o'clock.

The girl hesitated, "Okay, thank you then." ”

Maybe it was a wonderful encounter arranged by God for Chen Chen. It's not about meeting a love, it's about meeting someone like a bosom friend.

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