It was at this moment that I realized that you were by my side

It was at this moment that I realized that I had lost your face

Anything can be forgotten, just your face

Anything can change, please let me look at you again

Music wafts from the old city, and in the bars along the street, the guitar is played and the singer's voice is always accompanied by a reserved track called "Tick", and in the tambourine shops on the street, the owners who peddle tambourine are beating a song called "A Moment" day after day following the light melody of the stereo outside.

But anyone who has been here, even if they have been away for many years, whenever this kind of music sounds, they will always sketch in their minds the scene of walking in the ancient city that day.

The outside world is changing with each passing day, and here, it seems like ten years are the same......

Are there really any history of so-called tourist cities and ancient cities like Dali and Lijiang that are worth exploring by ordinary people?

No.

The building is renovated and old, the commercial atmosphere is coming, and the people who can come here, and will miss the people here after leaving, think that it is not because of any history, but the things that can make them dream at night are nothing more than those left here, memories.

About Cangshan and Erhai, about the wind and snow......

No matter what is mixed with these memories, there must be a good side to them.

No matter how hard it is to choke and shout in the wind and rain, no matter how difficult it is to sing loudly in the days of oppression, no matter how difficult it is to maintain sobriety in a complicated world.

Between flashes, there is always something that belongs to you alone and has never faded.

He Tianran, who has completely become a "passerby" in this world, stands in front of the poster with the news of the INTERESTING band's performance at the moment, standing for a long time, lost his mind for a long time......

There are only three people in the poster, Wen Liang, Wei Xing, and Lu Alan.

The composition of the photograph is a bit weird, as if a space has been vacated, but at first glance, it seems inconsequential.

"Wow, we're so lucky, we didn't expect to meet an interesting performance in Dali!"

"What, are they famous?"

"Of course, I like them the most, 'The Rose Thief' is their song!"

"Oh, I remember, there was a time when I opened Douyin full of live videos of their female lead singers, and I liked it several times, I have to say, she is really good-looking."

"yes, they don't seem to perform very much now, so you have to go and see it in the evening."

"Can I buy a ticket now?"

“…… It's hard to say, let's go directly to the scene and ask. ”

In the lively ancient city, crowds come and go, and behind him, there are occasionally some other people's discussions.

I still remember that more than 600 days ago, the name of this band only deserved to appear in the corner of the poster of the platter performance.

And now, their popularity is completely on their own.

He Tianran left silently, slowly blending into the gray crowd in the streets and alleys.

This world is becoming more and more strange to him, and the "superpowers" he talks about are true, he has traveled to a tragic future of black and white, in which warmth and coolness are the most gorgeous colors.

And now, because of their love, the situation is reversed.

With the fulfillment of Wen Liang's long-cherished wish, her memory disappeared faster and faster, in He Tianran's eyes, this originally normal colorful world is centered on Wen Liang, showing a dead gray began to gradually spread, the people and things, things and feelings that the two are familiar with together, and the rich background color with temperature and memory in this world is just like this, little by little, like a cocoon peeling off the cocoon, peeling away.

The color on Wen Liang's body is decreasing day by day, and now the world she is in has a great contrast with He Tianran's world, as if two planes that have no intersection have forcibly merged together, and they are gradually returning to the orbit that should exist at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Every day, He Tianran wakes up from his sleep, he will always passively accept some changes, and in the impression of others, what has always been like this has happened, in his opinion, has undergone earth-shaking changes......

It's like all cause and effect, it's supposed to be.

He knew that the time for Wen Liang to get out of this vain hell was getting closer and closer......

He Tianran originally thought that she could accompany Wen Liang to the snowy mountains to fulfill her long-cherished wish.

But he was wrong.

Wen Liang still wants to go to the Snow Mountain, but she is no longer obsessed with whether He Tianran will be by her side, now she will go by herself, or with her friends, in the future, she will also do what she wants to do and love the person she wants to love......

This is true liberation.

Now Wen Liang has no regrets in her heart, because her regrets have been fulfilled in these days of falling in love with He Tianran......

She no longer needs an ethereal snow-capped mountain to witness her love, she has really felt what she once asked for.

Therefore, before she went to the Snow Mountain, she forgot about He Tianran.

This was unexpected by He Tianran, but it was reasonable in Wen Liang's life.

This is the best forgiveness that God has given her.

Life is always full of accidents, and people are panicked to arrange all kinds of plans and assumptions, eager to schedule the process of life into a movie where the director can accurately control the rhythm, cut a knife here, and stretch a few seconds there.

However, there are always some unexpected partings and changes that will make you not even have a chance to shout "click......

That's life.

There are always things that you can't arrange and can't plan.

On this day, He Tianran walked through the ancient city, and like an ordinary tourist, he bought a roadside flower cake and toured while tasting it.

The streets of the old city were very bright, and next to them were the stalls of some small vendors, selling things that he didn't need at all, but at last he went up to take a look.

Passing by the silverware store on the street, which was full of silverware, he was about to take out his mobile phone to take a picture, but the shopping guide hurriedly ran out and stopped him.

"I'm sorry you can't take pictures."

He Tianran was bored with himself, smiled and didn't stop, and continued to move forward.

He walked to the end of a road, looked up at Cangshan, and the strange aunt next to him stepped forward to recommend a group tour of the Cangshan Cableway around Erhai Lake, and when she talked about Cangshan, with the pride of the locals, she pointed to the mountain in front of her.

He Tianran looked at it from afar and muttered, "Why is there no snow?" ”

The strange aunt spoke Mandarin with a Yunnan accent and said with a smile: "Young man, Cangshan usually doesn't snow until December!" There is snow all year round is Yulong Snow Mountain, I can also help you arrange, I will add you a WeChat, Dali, Lijiang, Yulong Snow Mountain group tour is very cheap! ”

He Tianran was silent for a while, shook his head, declined the strange aunt's promotion, and turned around to leave.

He wandered around aimlessly, walking in every alley, and accidentally came to a row of flower sellers, he didn't pay attention at first, thinking that he was still in the vegetable market, until he came back to his senses, and found that his eyes were full of flowers......

Flowers in the ancient city of Dali, 10 yuan 3 bunches, bundles of tie well, not pretentious at all, the most primitive appearance, unlike most of the flowers sold must be carefully cut and even packaged exquisitely.

The local people tie the flowers are all used in the grass ring, the old flowers are also packed in the woven bamboo basket, the color of the bamboo basket is also dull after a long time, the flower sellers are mostly the old people of the grandmother's generation, it is very simple, squeezing the apple muscle and smiling kindly and kindly.

The boy's gaze swept over the flowers, and suddenly stopped on a cluster of pale yellow flowers.

He walked over and bought a bouquet of a hundred dollars in his hand.

"It's better to send a girl or a rose, lad."

The old lady who sold flowers suggested with a smile.

"It's different, I can only send this, grandma."

He Tianran responded politely, and he walked through the purple and red, walked back to the main street of the ancient city, and found the scene where the INTERESTING performance was going to be performed in the evening.

It's just that the ticket seller at the door told him that the tickets for today's performance had been sold out a few days ago.

“……”

He Tianran's eyes, which had been calm, finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

“…… Maybe you can try your luck here at the start of the show? There should have been some people who wanted to issue tickets at that time. ”

The conductor gave a rare suggestion.

"No, that's it......"

His right hand holding Huajing trembled slightly, and then left alone.

He found a bench in the alley not far from the performance site, and the man sat down, putting the flower on his lap, and the sun gradually sinking in the west, reflecting the stone streets of the ancient city in a golden color.

He was like a contemplative statue without any movement.

Then, night fell, and the lights came on.

The ancient city of Dali seemed to be more lively at night, the livehouse performance began, and the singing and cheers could faintly reach He Tianran's ears, and he waited for a long time, and finally heard the familiar singing......

She came to power.

He stood up.

At this moment in the night, he stood in the alley, in the shadows, like a wandering ghost, but when he paced under the street lamp, it was as if he had been reborn.

So, he is like this, over and over again, and there is no distinction between people and ghosts.

……

……

By the time the show was over, it was late at night.

"I only sang two songs, but the audience kept shouting Anke, Ah Liang, you have been satisfying them, I think we have lost."

After waiting for the audience to end, Wen Liang and his party took advantage of the moonlight to leave secretly.

"Brother Alan, you're here, your drum just now was crackling, aren't you having a lot of fun!"

Wen Liang stretched his waist, his face was slightly red after excitement, and he was still unfinished.

"Tsk, that's right, this is the charm of the scene, but Ah Liang, you should sing less in the future, control it, otherwise I won't be able to arrange work in the future, I will suffer a loss, and I will leave, I know that there is a barbecue, the taste is quite rigid, and I can eat this bite in Yunnan, I think it has been several years!"

Lu Alan waved heroically and took the lead in leading the way.

Sheng Qidong hugged Li Wang's arm beside him and asked, "Oh~ It won't be a roasted silkworm chrysalis, right?" ”

Lu Alan deliberately frightened: "Roasted silkworm chrysalis is a barbecue in the Northeast, in Yunnan here are all pediatrics, what bamboo insects are generally roasted here, centipedes, grasshoppers or something, the way to eat is also different, some are fried, some are roasted, eat it in your mouth and click it, tsk, that's called a fragrant hehe~"

A few girls got goosebumps......

"Ah, don't talk about this, what are we going to do tomorrow?" Gu Ling hurriedly opened the topic

Cai Cianming continued: "Tomorrow, we will definitely drive along the highway to Huan'er Lake, will you go?" ”

Li Wang and Sheng Qidong glanced at each other, and the former said, "Of course we go, it just so happens that we want to go to Shuanglang for a walk." ”

Shuanglang is also an ancient town, but it is relatively reasonable, and the commercialization is weaker, and the location is on the east bank of Erhai Lake.

"Then you just go in a car, tomorrow I, Xingzi, and Hu Yue, the three of us will bask in the sun in the city, and the day after tomorrow we will leave for Lijiang, where there is still a performance."

Lu Alan, who was walking in front, floated a sentence.

At this time, Wei Xing, who was beside Wen Liang, asked, "Ah Liang, what arrangements do you have for tomorrow?" ”

“…… I? ”

After a pause, she turned her head to look at the male companions beside her two best friends, feeling as if something was missing in her heart, empty.

"Ah Liang, you go to Huan'er Lake with us tomorrow, let's take pictures together!" You don't want to go it alone! Sheng Qidong proposed and threatened.

She smiled, "Yes! ”

The two best friends cheered.

Since the ancient city could not enter the car, they had to walk for a while, and the instruments needed for the band's performance were provided by the livehouse, so several people did not have anything in their hands.

Wen Liang walked and walked, feeling that something was missing, and she came back to her senses:

"You guys go to the parking lot first, I forgot to get my guitar, I'll go back, I'll come right away!"

After speaking, the friends joked a few words, Wen Liang turned around and ran back to the performance site, and retrieved the piano given to him by Xiaojia at noon backstage.

"I don't know if he's here tonight."

Recalling the original owner of the piano in his mind, Wen Liang put the piano bag on his back and muttered silently.

Wen Liang felt that since the boy who called himself "Passerby A" was willing to give this piano to himself, then it was the best respect to make the best use of it, and if the boy saw that he used this piano on stage, then he would be very happy, right?

Out of the door, the ancient city of Dali at night, the night is as cool as water, quiet and deep.

The girl walked briskly down the long stone street, and suddenly, on her left, out of the corner of her eye, seemed to see something flickering.

When I turned my head, it turned out to be a street lamp in the alley, probably in disrepair, which was flickering and dimming.

She was about to leave, but found that under the orange light, something seemed to be entangled in the pole of the lamp pole, like a stubborn vine......

Wen Liang's heart suddenly shook......

Her feet were uncontrollable, and the ghost approached as if she wanted to see the real thing.

Slowly, she walked into the alley, under the streetlight, and stood within the range of the orange light......

She looked at it intently, an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart for no reason, and she didn't know why, she felt that the things on the lamp pole were very romantic, she was very familiar with them, and they were also important......

In the stillness of the night, under the lights......

There, full of sunflowers.

(End of chapter)