54

Like a gust of wind,

With the cool rain blowing through people's ears,

It is also like a gentle trickle, a melodious melody plucked by the spiritual fingers, echoing in the senior ward of the third room of the brain department. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a few bars of a slightly sad prelude to the flamenco guitar, a childish boy's voice, just past the period of voice change, joins in, and slowly sings:

[Did you know?]

It's hard to be your friend.

I don't want to disappoint you......]

The music cuts off suddenly. It was the bell string that turned off the sound of the phone.

Deng Yi looked at him dissatisfied: "Do you want to regret it?"

"Spare me." Zhong Xian smiled. A rare redness of the face. "I was sixteen years old." He began to regret that he had just agreed to Deng Yi's request - to pass on to him all the songs he wrote when he was a teenager. I didn't expect that guy to be so anxious, and he couldn't wait to play it as soon as he passed it.

"Sixteen? You are a genius. Deng Yi said. Just listening to the song at the beginning has a level, I don't know what you are embarrassed about?"

"It's too naïve."

"The lyrics and songs are very smooth." Deng Yi shook his head, looked at Zhong Xian, paused for a moment, and suddenly snatched the mobile phone in the latter's hand like lightning. The person also immediately stood up from the side of the bed, walked away with his mobile phone, and pressed the play button. Casually, the music and singing began again.

Zhong Xian couldn't do it for a while, so he had to make a compromise in frustration.

[Did you know?]

I'm afraid to be seen through by you,

I don't want to disappoint you......

Where do we go,

I don't know how it all ends,

Right now

Let us hold no reservations with each other,

I will never mention it again, after waking up tomorrow,]

Faintly sad, the boy's voice carries a hint of childish crispness mixed with a wonderful texture of huskyness.

"It's amazing." Deng Yi couldn't help but admire, cast an admiring gaze at Zhong Xian, and people involuntarily walked back. "You're a genius. I guess there were a lot of fans back then. ”

The bell string couldn't stand it. He jumped out of bed and snatched his phone back.

Zhong Xian's sudden strong reaction surprised Deng Yi a lot. He stared at the bell strings dumbfounded.

Zhong Xian turned off the music and thought about it, he planned to delete the song.

Deng Yi immediately sensed his intentions, and in order to stop Zhong Xian, he moved his real character and used the grappling technique, and a few seconds later, Zhong Xian was pressed face down on the bed, and the phone was taken away again.

"This is your hard work, are you willing to do it?" Deng Yi looked at Zhong Xian, who was subdued by himself. "What the hell are you embarrassed about?"

The man in the adjacent bed came back at this time, and Deng Yi hurriedly let go.

"I'm saying goodbye, you ...... Why are you in a dog eating?" The man in the next bed looked in amazement at the bell string, who was still in his subdued posture. Zhong Xian slowly rolled over and got up.

Deng Yi sat down next to Zhong Xian and pretended to rub his back. "Nothing. You also know that he has a brain disease and has been recurring. ”

The man next to the bed smiled a little writhing and glanced at Deng Yi.

"I'm out of the hospital, you can stay and take care of him at night. Sleep in my bed. The man gave Zhong Xin a look that only they understood each other. Then made a mischievous grimace "Goodbye." Hopefully next time it's not in the ward. ”

"Thank you for helping take care of him these two days." Deng Yi said.

"I'm honored."

55

People are always happy to give a little help to strangers, but they are very careful about the people around them.

After the man in the next bed left, Zhong Xian looked at the closed door, and a thought popped into his mind - this kind of guy with a kind face and sincere treatment should have many friends. The truth is that none of his friends have ever visited him.

His kindness, in this city, there is no harvest.

Maybe it's because he's in a low-level job, or maybe it's because he has no money and can only be a nuisance to others. Zhong Xian wondered why.

Deng Yi's mind was only on his mobile phone. When only the two of them were left in the room, he pressed the play button on his phone again without hesitation. The sound of music continued to echo through the room.

This song seems to bring the bell strings to the other side of time. It made his heart swell with an irrepressible sadness.

[Silence obliviates us,

The world is boundless,

There's always something to figure out, I know.

We are destined to be so, please listen to me.

Or you can forget tomorrow. The mind is freed.

Can't we leave together?

Where else can we go?

Can we leave together?]

"What does this lyric mean?"

"It's not interesting."

"What is expressed?"

"Scribbled."

"Is it about love?"

"I was sixteen!"

"Sixteen can be in love."

"It's not a love song. Eight Po. ”

Deng Yi couldn't ask anything, so he said. "Pass me the rest of the songs."

Zhong Xian put his hands into fists on top of his head and made a gesture begging for mercy. "Beat me up. It's like you're interrogating a prisoner. I also have free will, don't I? Can you ask for another way to thank you?"

"It's you who want to thank me, it's you who said that whatever I ask, if it is in the way you want, is it sincere?"

Zhong Xian sighed, "Okay. I can pass it all on to you. But don't listen to me. ”

"Deal. But why?"

"You must know why!"

"You're a genius."

"That's in the past! What if it's a genius, what's the use. ”

"Hmm." Deng Yi finally stopped asking.

After a while, Zhong Xian said slowly, "When I hear these songs, I only think of the past. Before I was a teenager, I had only one dream - to do something music-related in my life. At that time, music was my only 'companion' and helped me get through it. I thought I would definitely work in the future related to music, a singer, a guitarist, a creator, anything. He paused again, "But no. ”

"Your requirements are not high, and they should be well achievable." Deng Yi said.

"Not tall?" Zhong Xian asked rhetorically, "Don't you know that in this era of this world, people live on money!" Human dignity is also given by money! It's not music! Don't you know that in all arts-related industries, only a few lucky people at the top of the pyramid can make money? Whether it's a musician, a painter or a writer. Under the base of the tower, all the corpses were strewn all over the field, and countless people were starved. There are no rules to catch, it's not that you're talented and you work hard enough to make money. It dawned on me that music is not a companion and that it has nothing to offer me. It's just a drug, and if you don't stay away from it, it's going to hurt me. ”

Deng Yi looked at Zhong Xian's face.

"Even so. Even if you change your mind to a more profitable industry. There's no need to give up completely. Think of it as a hobby, and you can still keep it company. ”

Zhong Xian shook his head and laughed. "You probably think I'm extreme. I'm more sure I'm mentally acute. Don't mention it again. ”

"I think you may not have said why." Deng Yi said.

Zhong Xian looked at Deng Yi with some indignation. "Don't analyze it. I just realized that you are actually very cold. You have to get to the bottom of everything, and you are full of doubts. I'm not a criminal, can you just treat me as a ...... A regular friend. ”

"Okay," Deng Yi turned off the music. "Let's talk about something else. You're so talented, your parents probably ......."

"My mother was a singer when she was younger." The bell string said briefly.

"No wonder you were able to start a band when you were in middle school. Mother has given you a lot of support. ”

But the bell strings were silent.

"Did I say something wrong?" Deng Yi said softly.

"You looked into me, I know." Zhong Xian laughed. "How could you not know that my mother is gone." He laughed.

"I'm sorry."

“…… When I was ten years old, she sent me to boarding school. My childhood was so painful that I couldn't take care of myself, I was bullied by my classmates, I didn't know how to go to the cafeteria, and I often woke up hungry in the middle of the night. But that's not the worst part. I don't know why she doesn't love me anymore. Where did I do not do well. I didn't figure it out until many years after she died, and she thought it was for my good, because ...... I didn't have time to grow up and I had to rely on myself, and she wanted to force me to understand that I had to rely on myself. …… Why am I telling you this? Strange, I never talked about it. ”

"It's nothing. You shouldn't hide it all. Deng Yi sat closer to him.

Zhong Xian shook his head. "No one's life will go well. Some people are early, some people are late, and it will be difficult. My experience is nothing. The latter sentence of his sentence was for himself. But my heart is like a reservoir that has opened the floodgates, desperately trying to release the pressure. He tried his best to hold back. Deng Yi said in a gentle voice at this time:

"Losing a mother at that age would be cruel to anyone. Is your mother sick with something?"

"When I was twelve, one day, my teacher dropped me off at the station and told me to go back and have a look. I took the bus home, got off the bus, walked forward for another twenty minutes, crossed a long railway bridge, and got home. The river was already freezing in November, and I remembered that my mom had taken me here every year to skate, and I knew how to get home faster, and I wanted to go faster, so I didn't hesitate to cross the river......"

"And then"

"No then."

"Huh?"

"I fell into a hole in the ice."

Zhong Xian suddenly found himself staring at the white light on the ceiling. The light stung his eyes, and he didn't notice it for a long time. The light is like the sun without temperature in winter.

Zhong Xian breathed a sigh of relief, "She traded her death for an insurance policy. That's enough money for me to finish college and start a campus band......" He started laughing again, he thought he was going to shed tears, but he didn't. "Why should I say it to you?"

Deng Yi was silent.

Zhong Xian muttered, "She thinks that her value to me is to give me money by all means." She believes that money is important. "The pain in my heart is terrible, and it hurts to the heart. This extreme pain actually gave him a painful feeling in the end.

"I didn't, I didn't get to see her one last ......"

"I'm sorry." Deng Yi suddenly hugged Zhong Xian. "You're right, I'm cruel. Don't mention it. ”

"She thinks money is important." Zhong Xin said clearly.