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Shen Mo stared at me.

"What do you see?"

I shook my head.

"No, I can't feel the presence of ghosts at all, but I just feel that something is wrong, when I pee in the morning, I vaguely saw someone jumping onto the stage, and I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but I sang for three hours with a smile, and I felt that there must be something wrong with this!

Shen Mo didn't refute me this time, but nodded seriously and said softly:

"Actually, I should have realized that there was a problem, this kind of festival does not allow a band to perform for more than an hour, but I didn't know what was going on at the time, so I didn't find out."

I ruffled her hair and whispered:

"It's not your fault, there are so many people at the scene, isn't it that no one found out that it was abnormal? It seems that this thing must have used some special means to do it! But it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't mess with us, we don't care about those people's affairs. ”

Shen Mo hesitated for a moment and said:

"But after all, so many people died, shouldn't we really help them?"

I shook my head:

"Everyone has their own destiny, we can't change anyone's fate, and we don't have that kind of rights and obligations!"

Shen Mo looked at me as if he didn't understand, and didn't speak again.

That night, I slept late, and my head kept wondering what the hell that was there. I was in a daze until it was almost dawn before I could barely fall asleep.

I had a dream, a very real dream.

For a grand performance, the audience at the scene may have exceeded 100,000, which is really dense and crowded. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing to see except the black pressed human head.

The singer on the stage roared wildly, venting his inner love. The stage is very high, at least six or seven meters, and it is all made of iron pipes.

The singers are getting more and more excited, and the fans are getting wilder. Screams, shouts, cheers, applause, the people in the middle of it could not hear anything but this, and those voices mixed with the deafening music, like a large dose of stimulant, made everyone present burn crazy.

The stage is T-shaped, with a protruding piece in front of it, and the singer sings and dances on it, which is only funny in my eyes. But those who love music are worshipping the god in their hearts, reverent and passionate.

The singer suddenly rushed to the edge of the stage, leaned down on the ground and waved to the audience. The crowd erupted, and soon someone rushed past the security guards and began to climb up the rack made of iron pipes.

More and more people began to rush to the front of the stage, wanting to climb onto the stage and have zero contact with the idol that exists like a god in their hearts.

"Click"

An iron pipe breaks.

The stage tilted instantly, and the singer lying on the edge of the stage stopped down.

Everyone is crazy.

The music was gone, and there were only screams and shouts that were more piercing than the music.

People shouted a name and squeezed forward like crazy, all wanting to see if their idol was hurt when he fell to the ground.

A large number of security personnel rushed in to try to stop the riots, but it didn't seem to work, and people were still crowding and rushing into each other. By the time the security personnel finally evacuated the crazy fans by all means, only a few bodies were left at the scene.

I saw the spirit of the singer, who was standing next to his corpse, his face full of intoxication, as if he did not realize that he was dead. There is no trace of hatred on his face, there is just an indissoluble attachment.

I walked up to him, and he looked up and looked at me calmly, as if just looking at one of his admirers.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Come on, come with me...

With that, he gently walked past me and reached out to pat me on the shoulder.

"Whew"

I sat up, a fine layer of sweat on my head.

Shen Mo came out of the bathroom, looked at me in surprise and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

I shook my head and didn't tell her what I saw in my dream.

In fact, I had already guessed who it was, just surprised at why I was terrified. This is obviously not right, it stands to reason that if it was just a dream, I would not have felt like this, and the beating of my heart confirmed that I was indeed afraid, but why did I fall to the ground?

For days on end, I would have the same dream, the same eyes, full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

I wondered, it was clearly trying to say something to me, but I really didn't understand what it was for, but the fear was always there.

I was coding in front of the computer that day, and Shen Mo suddenly came over.

She usually doesn't read my books, saying that my writing is messy, and there are always small yellow paragraphs, which are insulting. I don't know what happened that day, so I had to take a look.

But after looking at it for a while, she called me over loudly, and said with a calm face:

"If you don't understand, it's okay, you can learn or ask, but don't scribble! What do you see you write rock 'n' roll? You're insulting rock 'n' roll, you know? ”

I was stunned by what she said, and I didn't know what to say for a while. She emotionally pointed to my computer screen and said word by word:

"Rock is a kind of faith, freedom and unrestrained, that is the cry that really comes from the depths of the soul, close your eyes, release yourself in the song, let the soul and the melody zero distance contact, ideal and reality in the mind constantly circling, the soul in the ideal and reality of the choice of continuous baptism, the soul in the raging flame like a phoenix nirvana, constantly sublimated, the rest is only full of exhaustion and irrepressible tears, the perfect life has gradually gone, face to face unsightly self, inexplicable sour, want to reach out to keep, But I can't grasp the helplessness of every moment, suffocating and numb myself, wandering around the world like a puppet waiting for the return of the soul, and the flame of dreams is re-burning... ”

She said a big push, and I probably remembered so much that she was forced to change her previous depiction of rock. I don't even know why she was angry because of my casual words, but perhaps, people living in this world, there really is something worthy of our life's respect.

But at the same time I was confused.

If everyone must have a faith worthy of respect, then what about mine? Where is it? What am I going to use to redeem myself? What kind of way do you want to get back what you have already lost?

I even wonder if my soul has always been incomplete.

Otherwise, why have I never felt that way?

But strangely, since the text was changed, that strange dream has never appeared again.

It seems that he is full of disdain for me ...