The traces of time seem to have been baptized silently, and they have returned to peace unconsciously. Studying and living are boring and boring for men and women on college campuses, and they begin to think about breaking out of this way of breaking through themselves to a new world and being kidnapped by a new life without knowing where to go.

So some people join various clubs. Some people organize various events. There are also people who are immersed in the world of games and can't extricate themselves for a while. Naturally, studying becomes as common as eating and sleeping, but sometimes it's like you have to refuse the smell of food in order to lose weight.

Xingwei's band is still in preparation, she asked Mu Fan, but Mu Fan rejected Xingwei on the grounds that time did not allow it. Although there was no flaw in the reason he was looking for, he knew that he was not the conclusion he had drawn from this piece of material at all.

"Mu Fan, then you can write a song for us!" Xingwei still insisted.

"Write a song!" Mu Fan looked even more simple and ignorant. "Xingwei, I can say that I don't know anything about music, let alone songs, aren't you embarrassing me!"

"I don't think you have a problem, not to mention that you are a top student in the journalism department who often deals with words, how can you not write songs!"

Mu Fan smiled helplessly, "Uh...... It's the first time I've heard that journalism students can have anything to do with music, which is a bit too far-fetched. ”

"You promised me that you would contribute something to our band!" Xingwei pretended to be cute. However, for a girl like her, who usually has a cold and glamorous style, it is still unique to pretend to be cute occasionally.

"Ah...... Did I say that? ”

"You forgot about the military training, we just met, and in the end you agreed!"

"I, why don't I remember......"

"So you're a man who doesn't count!" Xingwei's face was a little unbearable.

"Xing, Xingwei, don't be angry first, I really can't remember after a long time! Or maybe I thought it was just a whim on your part at the time, so I prevaricated you. Mu Fan was obviously a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter, since you promised, you should be the talker, shouldn't you?!"

"That being said, it's just that I'm not the material!"

"It's okay Mu Fan, you can write it casually, I'll take a look first, if it's really not suitable, forget it, this won't embarrass you!"

"Okay, if it doesn't work, I'll try, but don't laugh at me then! I'm really not what you think. Sometimes I stutter and don't know how to express my inner thoughts, let alone write! ”

"You just imagine your own feelings, the loneliness in your heart, and the treacherous world will burst out with creative sparks!"

"Huh...... Scold...... It's amazing, I'll have to try it first! ”

"Okay, that's it, I'll wait for your news!"

The two chatted happily, and You Xi inadvertently walked over.

"What are you two talking about, so happy."

"I want Mu Fan to write me a song."

"Mu Fan, you can still write songs?!"

Mu Fan was a little embarrassed, "How can I write songs, it's Xingwei who wants me to try, so I have to be respectful and disobedient." ”

"Oh, I'll have to listen to it when the time comes, if it feels great."

"Don't worry, You Xi, you will never let you down when you are the first audience!"

Mu Fan felt even more embarrassed, this cold audience came, it was still You Xi, and there was no place to put his face at that time.

"I'll have to say yes, just try, Xingwei! Otherwise, I'm under a lot of pressure. ”

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you, and you don't have to be stressed."

A few people laughed.

The moonlight at night was peaceful, and he liked it. A man lies on the bed, looking down at the moon, as if he is alone in it. I don't know if there are people in this world who are like him. I don't like the hustle and bustle of the bustling floating world, and I don't like the intricate interactions. A person is quietly buried here, buried in his own world.

He remembered Xingwei's words, which made him feel lonely, lonely, and a treacherous world. To others, it might feel incredible. People have always liked to feel the warm sunshine and feel the beauty of the world, so that they are full of positive energy. But as Xingwei felt, he liked this kind of plot that ended with people scattering. People go to the empty building, but the river is still the same.

"Maybe it's just a different personality, a different understanding" There's nothing wrong with liking quietly, he secretly laughed at himself.

He picked up the pen and paper that he had prepared a long time ago, turned on the flashlight next to him, and slowly wrote one person at a time.

……

Empty eyes looking at the starry sky/

It's a dream that no one else can understand/

But I live in a mortal world/

Laughter follows you like a shadow/

Why can't you see the heart/

What's the use of a mere appearance/

Take off those thick glasses/

See what the future holds/

The footprints left behind are living proof/

And you're moving along/

Forgot it/

When I was alive/

Forgot it/

The lonely figure/

Forgot it/

Time and space crossed by brushstrokes/

Forgotten......

When he finished writing, he smiled, perhaps because his tense nerves relaxed a little and were released. Or maybe he thought it was funny. In short, even he himself did not know why he wrote it this way, and why those who laughed at others still followed in the footsteps of others.

Mu Fan came to the gymnasium as promised, and Xingwei was rehearsing with her teammates. When he handed what he had written to Xingwei, Xingwei looked at it for a long time.

Mu Fan felt embarrassed in his heart, he was afraid that he would be thrown into the trash can as a draft that was not bullshit.

"Xing, Xingwei, isn't it badly written! To be honest, I don't even know what to write again. If you don't like it, forget it, I'm not this material in the first place! ”

"No, Mu Fan, you wrote very well, I think you wrote in the hearts of many people!"

"Huh...... Scold...... Xingwei, you don't have to comfort me, I have self-knowledge. ”

"Mu Fan, what came to mind when you wrote it, can you tell me about it?"

"I can't say what came to mind! I remember seeing a painting by Van Gogh on TV, a painting called Starry Night, which touched me very much. And I heard that he had a rough life, and died in loneliness. When he died, future generations discovered his greatness. In short, it's also a fantasy of my obscenity, that's all. ”

"It's really good Mu Fan, I'll just say, you won't let me down! I just want this kind of gentle cry, gentle roar, not cynical, just whispering my despair! It's great, that's what I want to rock softly, Mufan, thank you so much! ”

"Yes...... Is it Xingwei, I didn't think about it so much. ”

"You don't have to think about it, this is something in your heart, others can't understand it, I really love you Mu Fan!" As he spoke, he stepped forward and gave Mu Fan a big hug.

Mu Fan was stunned for a long time, this was the first time he was hugged by other girls, not even Xiao Nan. He was a little uncomfortable, and he didn't know what to do, but he just didn't move there like a telephone pole.

At this time, the two men heard a coughing sound.

"What are you doing, in broad daylight! I'm not afraid of others seeing it! It's not the right time for me to come, or I'm leaving. ”

Xingwei let go of Mu Fan, "You Xi, you're here!" Look, this is something Mu Fan wrote! That's really well written! ”

"You Xi, are you here......" Mu Fan looked at You Xi embarrassedly.

"That's right, Xingwei asked me, don't you want me to come over and ruin your good deeds." You Xi said with a smile.

"No, no, Xingwei is too enthusiastic, hehe."

"You wrote this?"

"Oh, I wrote it, I feel that the writing is average, Xingwei thinks it's not bad."

"You Xi, look at it, it's really well written, I don't know what you can feel." Xingwei said with a smile.

"You two won't have discussed it in advance, come and test me!"

"Oh, you can see first!"

"Empty eyes looking at the starry sky, it is a dream that others cannot understand......"

"You're not going to write about Van Gogh, are you?"

Both of them were stupid when they heard it......

"You can see that!" Xingwei said in surprise. ”

"This look at the starry sky, the brushstrokes, the despair knows that it is Van Gogh!"

"You're so amazing, You Xi! It's extraordinary! Xingwei was full of praise for You Xi with a thumbs up.

You Xi smiled and said complacently, "It's average." ”

"Then what else did you see, You Xi?" Xingwei continued to ask.

"Well, how to say it, it's not good, or there is a taste of self-deprecation and shouting in the dark, and there is a feeling that the lonely soul is not freed, and the released soul has no support. I don't know if there is. ”

Xingwei hugged You Xi's shoulder and said, "It seems that I have met a confidant, this is the feeling I want!" I'm going to make it a good song and sing it! ”

"Then we'll wait and see, waiting for your shout."

"Okay, with Mu Fan's brushstrokes and You Xi's expectations, I will definitely not disappoint you! Lao Cao, you also pass it on and look for a feeling. ”

Xingwei passed Mu Fan's lyrics to her teammates and looked at Mu Fan in disappointment, "It's that Mu Fan refuses to join our band!" If that's the case, it's perfect, I want Mu Fan to be our lead singer! ”

"Xingwei, please spare me, I still hold back the lyrics for a long time, and I don't know if you complimented me or I wrote it really well, my head is big!"

"Xingwei, I think you still spared Mu Fan, if he was willing to promise you, he would have promised you a long time ago, and he would be embarrassed to be greasy and crooked here!"

"Okay, okay, listen to you, you guys come over from time to time, I feel like I'm going to be a lot more sure."

"Okay, no problem, we're still waiting for your concert!" You Xi encouraged.

"Oh, by the way, patronizing and talking, we haven't named it yet, what do you say Mu Fan?" Xingwei suddenly remembered.

"Well, I haven't thought about this, so why don't you just call one! I have no opinion. ”

"What do you say, You Xi, since you can see at a glance what this is about, you must also have unique ideas." Xingwei asked.

"Well, since you write about Van Gogh, then I think it's called Van Gogh's tears, of course, it's just a personal opinion, if you think it's not good, think about anything else."

"I don't think I need to change it, it's called Van Gogh's tears, what do you say?"

"I'm okay with that, it feels good!" Mu Fan also had a positive expression on his face.

"Okay, then it's decided, it's called "Van Gogh's Tears"!" Xingwei couldn't help herself.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and Mu Fan and You Xi said goodbye to Xingwei and left.