When I stabilized my emotions and body and walked out of the bathroom again, I saw He Jiacheng standing in the center of the small stage and speaking.

His nice voice struck my eardrums, and it was a sound that felt warm and relaxed as soon as I heard it.

I just looked at him from afar, and I thought, before I say goodbye, listen to his voice. Looking at him in front of me again, I suddenly felt that he was no longer the He Jiacheng who I knew when I was in school.

It seems that since I met him since I was assigned to the class, I haven't heard him He Jiacheng say a serious and decent word well, completely. Every time he answered the teacher's questions, he was at a loss for words.

But now, standing in the center of the stage, facing the black and oppressive audience below, he is flowing and talking.

He said: "Everyone has been happy for a long time, let's listen to a quiet song together." This song is the first single I recorded. Someone once told me that she put this song on a single loop in her playlist and could listen to it all night. Is the song I sing really so good? How about letting each of you judge? If you think it sounds good, shake the glow stick in your hand and let me know! ”

Speaking of which, I heard someone in the audience snickering and laughing. It seemed like he was bragging, but my heart skipped a beat.

I felt that when He Jiacheng said this, his eyes seemed to pass through the crowd from afar and looked directly in my direction. Then, this eye contact only lasted for about ten seconds. Just when I was a little flustered and at a loss, Chen Yang in the audience suddenly walked onto the stage with a large bouquet of flowers.

I instantly saw He Jiacheng's gentle smile in his eyes.

He took the large bouquet of flowers and bent down on the floor of the stage, and directly gave Chen Yang a big hug.

There was another cheer from the audience. Chen Yang suddenly took the microphone in He Jiacheng's hand: "You don't have to doubt this song, when I heard the first single you recorded, I was completely moved." Since then, I've thought it would be nice to listen to you all the time. ”

He Jiacheng's smile blossomed. Said loudly into the microphone: "Chen Yang, I promise you, I will always sing to you!" ”

The prelude sounded.

Chen Yang's face was full of shyness, and he walked towards the stage with a shallow smile.

He Jiacheng didn't forget to handsomely give her another flying kiss on stage in the end.

What a handful of good dog food.

The audience seemed to be infected by the sweetness of this interaction, and everyone was excited to wave glow sticks.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was probably self-inflicted. It's so far away, how could He Jiacheng see me.

However, the familiar prelude came out of the stereo, and the next song was actually the Castro Market.

I think about that night again.

He asked me what song I wanted to hear.

I said: Castro Fair.

He asked: Why?

I said, "That's the first song I heard you officially record." I downloaded it down and the single looped. I remember when I first went to college, when I couldn't sleep at night, I would listen to it over and over again, as a lullaby.

That night, I still remember that He Jiacheng once said: "I hope to have the opportunity to sing more beautiful songs, and I hope that the good friend who has always been with me can listen to my songs and fall asleep every night and have a good dream."

I still remember that night, I gently and actively kissed his face.

It was a kiss without any distractions at all.

Suddenly, my eyes moistened and my heart ached.

In the future, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to hear him sing.

Probably, he will never sing to me alone again.

If Chen Yang knew that the person he just said on stage in public was me, I don't know what would happen again.

All this past will be buried deep in the heart. Think of it as a warm memory.

All people and things will not stay in place forever and will not wait for you.

It's time to say goodbye.

The best days are so fleeting, and when we once had them, we always felt that this youth could be squandered. As everyone knows, it's all an illusion, and in the blink of an eye, the sky is different.

We have to move forward, we have to grow up, we have to face a new life and a new self.

Therefore, we can only keep saying goodbye in order to keep moving forward.

Although, all farewells are sad after all.

I looked at He Jiacheng on stage from a distance, trying to remember how good he looked when he sang, but I couldn't stop the tears, blurring my vision again and again.

The most difficult thing is that I am afraid that I will never be able to say this goodbye again.

Because the tears were so presumptuous, I still couldn't finish the song after all, and I was afraid that the people around me would find out about my strangeness, so I quickly took my things and walked out of the bar.

Maybe it's too sad, the tears flow too much, and the moment you go out, you actually feel a little lack of oxygen in your brain. Coupled with the wine I drank before, I was already a little drunk, and a cold wind came out of my face, which made me dizzy, and then my appetite began to turn over the river and the sea.

I ran into the corner and threw up at the bin.

After vomiting, the whole person seemed to collapse.

Just as I was rummaging through my bag for tissues, I suddenly felt several dark shadows around me.

A bad premonition.

"Little girl, what's the matter? Would you like to help? ”

I looked up and saw four or five people around me, all of whom looked like young gangsters, dressed strangely, with tattoos on their bodies and studs on their ears. However, it was a greasy fat man who took the lead in questioning, leaning over his greasy face.

I guess I'm going to have to get into trouble. However, I didn't feel too scared at the time, maybe it was because the wine was intimidating. I just thought to myself, I've vomited like this, and someone dares to come over.

When the fat man who took the lead saw that I didn't answer, he still asked without giving up, "Girl, are you drunk?" Do you want your brothers to take you home? ”

"No, thank you." I tried to keep myself awake and not let the last of my strength pull away.

But those people didn't seem to want to leave. I secretly gave myself more strength, and suddenly stood up, and was about to rush out of their encirclement.

Just when I felt that there was no drama to fail, and they were about to surround me, suddenly I felt a familiar breath hit me.

A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind.

I instinctively thought that one of them was going to pull me away with bad intentions. The backhand is about to be slapped, but when it is raised, it is raised to a pair of familiar eyes.

So, the hand that was raised froze there.

"Meco."

I only saw that his eyes were full of tenderness, looking at me tenderly at this moment, and his eyes were full of distress.

It was actually Yan Xu.

Late at night, the hero who staged a hero to save the beauty on the street was actually Yan Xu, who seemed to be airborne.

It's actually Yan Xu who I've been missing for so long, and finally I can't think about it.

It's not a TV series.

Am I really, saved by a hero?