That's the best pop music that Xiao Wan thinks. See the desolation of life.?

If a person can sing a song seriously at that time and in that place, then that song must be worth listening to.

All of Xiao Wan's pop music discs are collected according to such standards.

- but there was still not a time when she would have been so moved by her heart that she had forgotten herself in an instant.

It was a winter night half a year ago, and I forgot why I passed by there, took that subway, passed by that platform, saw that person, and heard that song. I only remember that at the moment of first hearing, she has been captured and will never belong to herself.

The singing teenager is only twenty years old at most, and his handsome face is written with indelible vicissitudes. Wearing a tattered denim jacket, the original color can no longer be recognized, but because of the old, it is particularly appropriate and blends in with people. It's like his singing blends with the subway and the night.?

He held a guitar as old and fitting as his clothes in his arms, looked at the exit of the subway station and sang: "I don't care, I'll give you a dead rose......" The desolate voice deepens the desolation and sadness of the winter night little by little, the traffic is flowing behind him, pedestrians come and go, the sun goes down and the neon lights come up, nothing can be left, but the voice of the young singer is real and sincere.

Xiao Wan suddenly burst into tears.?

Since then, I have developed the habit of changing trains three times a night and running all the way to that subway station to listen to songs.

Listened all winter.?

If someone had passed by that platform that winter, they might remember the image of a handsome boy and a beautiful girl across the platform, the girl sitting condescendingly on the railing next to the subway listening to a song, her eyes focused and full of tears, her whole face was shaking and emotional. The flow of people behind him surged up and down, like endless years, but the girl's tears and the boy's song are eternal.

That kind of picture is called youth.?

It took a long, long time for Xiao Wan to know that when she made a special trip to listen to the young singer's songs and changed trains three times to rush to the subway station, the young singer also made a special trip to endure the winter wind for her to sing from October to the moon. In fact, during this period, he had already found a job as a night singer in a bar, and he could bid farewell to his subway career, but only for her sake, he gave up his golden time to come to the subway station without delay. Not only endure the cold, but also hide from the police.?

When Xiao Wan knew all this, she was already deeply in love with him.

There's no way she can't help but love him. The drama and tragedy of the story itself is irresistibly lethal to a nineteen-year-old girl who is both a sword and an opium.

On that day, he told her that he was leaving Beijing. Because, there is a record company in Shanghai that intends to sign with him.?

Shanghai, the city of wind and snow, indirectly ended Xiao Wan's first love.

Between her and him, apart from those songs and waiting, there was not even a hug, not a word of goodbye cherished.?

He was gone, and he was never heard from again. But she couldn't forget him. And still often in a cold evening, alone three times to the subway station entrance, sitting on the cold railing for a long time staring at the subway station in a daze, the flow of people is gushing, she seems to still be able to hear the young man's sincere singing: "My love has turned to ashes, like a rose withering ...... in winter"?

For a long time, she searched everywhere for a CD of that song, but never found it, and never even heard a second person sing it. Later, she finally figured out that it was probably a song he wrote himself. When she thinks of this, she can't let go of one thought anyway: a song can also be like a person, it is a kind of fate, and if you miss it, it will be difficult to meet again.

Later, she read from an article in a magazine that the dead rose is a popular custom abroad: when the lover breaks up, the lovelorn will give the old lover a dead rose, representing the fading love.

So, is the boy commemorating a dead love?

That love story should have happened before she met him. She didn't have time to participate.?

She didn't have time to participate in his past, and she never had the opportunity to participate in his future.

Her relationship with him began with a song, and that song represented dead love.

From the beginning, it is already destined to end.?

When it was completely dark, the peddlers began to take advantage of the shelter of the night to do business, selling pirated CDs, underground books, fake antiques, or shoddy plaster casts of Venus, and the most strange thing was that some people were peddling dead paper, and did not shy away from selling: "The living do not forget the dead, you have money to spend, and give some money to your deceased friends and old friends." Ten yuan for 100,000 yuan, yin and yang exchange, cheap, cheap ......"?

It's ridiculous.?

Xiao Wan remembered once again that today is July 14, Halloween.?

She jumped off the railing, walked onto the platform, and tossed and turned home.

However, just as she stepped into the subway station, a boy came up to her and handed her a bouquet of dead dried flowers that had rusted to iron gray: "Miss, do you want to buy flowers?" ”?

Xiao Wan was startled and looked at the boy intently: "What kind of flower is this?" ”?

"Dead Rose."?

"Dead Rose?" Xiao Wan's heart beat violently, and she looked at the boy more intently, "Why do you sell dead roses?" ”?

"Today is Halloween, the money is burned to the dead relatives, and the roses are burned to the dead love." The boy replied fluently, "Miss is so young, she probably won't have the pain of losing her loved ones." I see you sitting on the railing so lonely and lonely, probably out of love, right? Buy a bouquet of dead roses and burn them for your first love. Burn it, and you won't be sad anymore in the future. ”?

Xiao Wan looked at the boy, his age was no more than fifteen years old, but he behaved and talked like an old man who knew through the world. Such a mysterious festival, such a mysterious flower, such a mysterious word.?

She's feeling cold again.?

The boy was already urging: "Miss, do you want to buy it?" ”?

Xiao Wan was sure that he had to pay for the corpse of a bouquet of flowers. 15 yuan a stick, it is really expensive, higher than the price of flowers.

However, the fairy-like little boy has his own self-confidence: "Of course, memories are always more precious than reality." ”?

Xiao Wan completely convinced this elf boy, she couldn't think of whether the boy's words were written by some behind-the-scenes master for him to memorize, or a word from an innocent heart.

The subway roared in, like a messenger from hell to carry people into the Yellow Springs.?

Xiao Wan threw the flower to the track, since it was given to the dead love, let it fall into mud and dust under the wheels, right?

It's just that, from now on, will I really forget the subway singer who played the guitar, and will I really forget the young and painful memories of my first love? ?

In a trance, she saw a figure crashing into the subway, and suddenly burst like fireworks, it was the singing teenager!?

Xiao Wan exclaimed in surprise, and turned sharply to look for the figure of the flower boy in the crowd, but saw nothing. Suddenly, a thought came to my mind, could it be that the singing boy was dead, but the spirit attached to the little boy's body and gave him a bouquet of dead roses? The chill hit, and she froze, trembling at the terrible thought she couldn't get rid of.

The mysterious subway entrance swallows people in and spits them out, and they are already in another place.?

Xiao Wan's family lives in the princess's tomb - this is a very noble and obscure place name, princess, tomb, two concepts of heaven and earth are connected together, constituting a tragic image that makes people think about it and shudder, it is a kind of absurdity, and it is also a great realization - I don't know if there is a place abroad that will use such a harsh word to take the place name, I heard that the cemetery is called what kind of paradise, where will the residential area of the blue sky and white day be called what grave??

Where to stay? Lives in graves. What's going on? But the people of Beijing insisted on calling this name for several lifetimes, but they didn't expect to change it. And I'm used to it, add a rhyme at the back, say "princess grave", I still think it's very kind, and I never think there's anything wrong with a big living person living in the cemetery.?

Xiao Wan repeated the same conversation for nineteen years, and the people who asked and answered the questions were quite natural. In the minds of Beijingers, the princess's tomb is just a clear boundary, and the meaning of the word itself has long been ignored.

But tonight, on the night of July 14, Xiao Wan realized the horror of this street name for the first time - someone at the corner of the street is burning money from the dead, someone is calling for souls, and some people are throwing wine and food into the fire, saying that the dead ghosts will come to eat - today is Halloween Day, the Halloween Festival in the world, and it is the "Man's Day" in the underworld, because the ghosts who are constantly unending will come to the yang world today and live a few days of human life again, and the way they come up is to pass through the cemetery, right? Will the princess's tomb also be regarded as a cemetery, take the wrong path, recognize the wrong person, and take revenge on the wrong body??

A gust of wind passed, and the flickering gray on the ground suddenly flew up and floated towards Xiao Wan. Xiao Wan was frightened, and ran away, repeating three words like a drum in her heart - princess grave! Princess Grave! Princess Grave!?

The door of the house is familiar, but when she pushed the door, Xiao Wan still had goosebumps, as if it was not the door of her own house that she pushed open, but the residence of an old man from a certain dynasty, looking for an old friend who had been lost for many years. She looked back and felt as if someone was following her.

There is nothing behind. But Xiao Wan still reviews frequently. The ears are vaguely as if the singing of "A Chinese Girl Leaves the Soul" is still echoing: ?

"Sneaking in the dark, chic, I step on the shore sand, step on the moon, looking at the thousands of mountains and rivers, all only in a moment and a half ......"?

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But finally home.?

Home is the safest refuge, and the unique smell of home instantly dispelled the fear and inexplicable sadness that lingered in Xiao Wan's heart, and the smell included sandalwood in Grandma's house, Dad's old wine, the barking of his own puppy, and Mom's cumin fried meat and sweet and sour fish head.

Xiao Wan jumped into the kitchen and shouted happily: "Mom, you cooked my favorite dish!" ”?

Dongdong followed up with a whining and followed out, and his tail flicked like a hot wheel.

Dad Shui Rong was already in the living room and shouted impatiently: "Daughter come out and play a game of chess with Dad." ”?

Xiao Wan smiled and walked out with her hands behind her back: "It seems that all dads in the world only do two things: drink old wine and play chess." ”?

"But not all dads like to play chess with their daughters." The water-soluble interface is fast, hehe.?

Xiao Wan thought about it solemnly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, they like to find old men under the street lamp." ”?

"Daddy is not an old man."?

"Of course, Daddy is an old man." Xiao Wan jumped into her father's arms, "I've never seen a more mature and chic young man than my father!" ”?

My mother came out with the dishes, and seemed to laugh angrily: "Old is not like old, small is not like small." ”?

Grandma smelled the smell of rice and came out on time, and immediately said, "In front of me, who dares to say old?" ”?

"No one dares to say, who dares to compare with you, you are Lafayette, a living Bodhisattva!" Xiao Wan smiled, gave up her grandmother's seat, handed the rice bowls and chopsticks to her hand, sat down opposite herself, and announced solemnly: "Everyone, I have a big insight today: I opened Mei Ying's suitcase." ”?

Grandma put the bowl and asked urgently, "What?" What suitcase? ”?

"Mei Ying's suitcase. is the famous actor Ruo Meiying, who was popular all over Beijing before the liberation, when she sang "A Chinese Girl Leaving the Soul", it is really amazing, the texture of workmanship, where can the current costumes be compared? ”?

Grandma's expression quickly condensed, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she had been greatly shaken.

Shui Rong was startled and hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" ”?

Unexpectedly, grandma didn't seem to hear at all, but grabbed Xiao Wan's hand and asked, "Is the suitcase you said genuine leather with a picture of the Spring Palace painted on it?" Without waiting for Xiao Wan to answer, he described it carefully, "Those clothes are divided into three layers, the top is a middle sleeve, the embroidered pattern is clouds covering the moon, and there is a head box in the box, and the rhinestone inside is missing a ......"?