Half past four in the morning.

The song of "Yanjing Night" rang out.

The lyrics are simple and the melody is simpler, but when sung with a throat full of vicissitudes, there is a bit of a taste.

There is a story in the sound, and in the story, there is a picture.

It's like a gust of wind blowing, mixed with sweet and sour.

Zhang Sheng listened attentively.

The high-pitched voice was full of hysteria about fate......

He also heard a trace of sadness, a trace of despair.

After a song, the wandering singer Ah K poured a bottle of mineral water, and then looked at Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng didn't stuff a few dollars into the guitar bag like everyone else, and he didn't applaud.

The young man seemed to watch calmly the whole time.

"What do you think of this song?"

"Okay." Zhang Sheng nodded.

"I rarely sing my new songs, and I don't have many orders for my new songs, and I tell people about my new songs every day, but no one wants to listen ......to them like you," K said with a smile.

"Is it original throughout?"

"The lyrics and arrangements are all original to me."

"Have you ever invested in an entertainment company?"

"I have invested in the prosperous world, and I have also invested in the starry future...... I have submitted samples for all the large and small companies in Yanjing, but there is basically no response, and I probably know why ......"

"Why?"

"I'm not good enough to write, and I'm not talented ......"

Ah K said this with a smile.

Pedestrians were still in a hurry, lighting a cigarette and staring at the bustling metropolis.

He spent five years in this big city......

But for five years, he was still a guest.

No one cares when they come, and no one cares when they leave.

Zhang Sheng looked at Ah K silently.

Ah K was laughing.

However, Zhang Sheng was not laughing, but his expression became more and more serious: "I bought this song." ”

"You bought it?" Ah K was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed again: "How much does it cost to buy?" ”

"How much do you think it's worth?"

"At least 10,000."

"......" Zhang Sheng did not speak after hearing 10,000.

"Eight thousand is fine, but if it's less than eight thousand, I won't sell it......" After Ah K looked at Zhang Sheng's serious expression, he also put away his smile, and vaguely felt that this young man who looked like a student didn't seem to be simple.

This person is strange......

Obviously standing here talking to himself, it looks ordinary, but there is always a momentum pressing him.

"I'll give you 20,000 yuan, buy your song, and ...... How talented do you think you are? ”

"Talent?" After Ah K looked at Zhang Sheng's serious expression, he subconsciously looked away.

He obviously didn't have a ghost in his heart, but he didn't dare to look at this young man......

It's really funny!

"How much creative talent do you have, and who do you think you can compete with?"

"I, you're a weird question, I said I can write better than those popular Internet singers, do you believe it?" Ah K tried to use a self-deprecating way to soften the sudden seriousness a little.

But I found that the atmosphere began to become more and more serious.

His smile froze again, and then he laughed even more at himself: "You don't believe it, do you? Then you still ask me, how talented I am, don't look at me like that, I'm a singer, but not a zoo animal......"

"Are you talented?" Zhang Sheng was still staring at him.

"I, I guess I have!"

"Do you have one?"

"I have!"

The wind blows at night.

Ah K raised his head, he felt that he had been questioned, and this kind of questioning still came from such a stunned young man who was much younger than him.

A little anger suddenly welled up in his heart, and he was even more unwilling.

"This is my number, don't call me all day today, tomorrow afternoon, you give me a call......"

Zhang Sheng took out the sticky notes in the pocket of his clothes, wrote a series of numbers, and handed them to Ah K.

Ah K felt that this person was inexplicable, but he still took the note, glanced at the number, and after reading it, when he looked up again, he found that the young student had already left with the beautiful girl.

K looked at the sticky note, shrugged his shoulders, smiled absently, and continued to play the guitar.

Distance......

"Zhang Sheng, do you think this Ah K can be popular?"

"I don't know, but I still feel good when I listen to the song."

"Twenty thousand, will you really give it?"

"Will give!"

"Can you get 20,000?"

"I have it on my card."

"I know you have it on your card, but, 20,000 yuan, you don't make it easy, do you really want to choose to invest in him? Is he really that talented? ”

"I don't know, I just think this person has a story......"

"Huh? It's as simple as that? ”

"Well, it's that simple."

"What did you do with his songs after you bought them?"

"Do the theme song of the documentary......"

“……”

Lin Xia felt that Zhang Sheng seemed to be very unfamiliar.

It seems to have become even stranger than it was a month ago.

A month ago, he seemed a little nervous and cheeky, but a month later, he seemed to have become very deep, and there seemed to be a lot of stories hidden under a pair of calm eyes.

Seem......

There's more to it than that, the so-called wandering singer.

Lin Xia lowered his head and didn't ask anything more.

The two quickly followed the classmates in front of them......

They arrived at the subway station in Yanjing.

When Lin Xia saw the crowded subway station, he suddenly had an indescribable sense of panic.

She followed everyone in line to buy a ticket, and then was pushed forward by the crowd, wanting to stop, but couldn't stop.

She instinctively felt nervous.

And then......

The subway departed.

The subway wasn't as noisy as she had imagined, everyone seemed to be quiet, there was no communication, and there was a similar numbness on the expressionless faces......

They have long been accustomed to such an environment.

Lin Xia looked at them and instinctively felt sadness.

She was squeezed around by the crowd, but fortunately Zhang Sheng was in front of her, so she was not squeezed into the crowd......

After I don't know how long she sat down, she got off the bus with the students......

…………………………

Sunset.

The day passed quickly.

The entire Yanjing City has come to the evening rush hour.

The students who participated in the filming were extremely tired, and they felt that it was painful to take another step.

They have long lost the interest they had when they made documentaries, and their mood is inexplicably gloomy.

This city, which they once longed for so much, and felt that surviving here was even a place to get ahead, now makes them feel cruel and strange.

Rich people are naturally prosperous here, enjoying the gift of capital.

And ordinary people......

The off-duty workers in the evening rush hour are always in a hurry and mediocre.

It's like a gear, spinning round and round.

Li Zhonghe, the president of the photography agency, sat in the small restaurant and ate with everyone.

During this shoot, he saw a lot of things he hadn't seen before......

In a sense, for him, it is a collapse of soul and faith.

But what was filmed all day is only a fragment of the documentary, and perhaps after the deletion and rectification, this clip is only a few minutes.

The faces of all living beings may just be a quick glance.

They are all ordinary people, and it is impossible to be the protagonist, even the protagonist in an ordinary documentary.

Outside the tavern.

Lin Xia got into the car.

Zhang Sheng sent her home, and she was also very tired at this moment.

Zhang Sheng sat next to him, seemingly closing her eyes to recuperate, and she was obviously tired, but she couldn't close her eyes.

She looked out the window......

Yanjing City is brilliantly lit and brilliant......

In the light, she saw again men and women in a hurry.

Gradually, she fell into deep thought.

She suddenly felt that the book she had written before, "That Summer That Year", was not really a literary work.

At the most......

It's a youth theme that can be read.

It is full of the so-called longing for dreams, the loneliness that seems to be absent, and the sadness between the lines......

When these things were transferred to the social level, she found that these things were like childish little essays.

She thought about it for a long time......

I also watched it all the way for a long time.

Soon, the car arrived at the station.

Zhang Sheng was very magical, he was sleeping all the way, but when the car stopped, Zhang Sheng woke up immediately.

He accompanied Lin Xia into the familiar [Haishu Garden], and when he was at the door, he stopped.

He saw a car parked in the doorway.

In the car, a middle-aged woman wearing civilian clothes with a slightly murderous expression got down.

Lin Xia was stunned, and then quickened his pace: "Mom, are you back?" ”

"I've just finished my business, come over and take a look and grab something."

"So busy?"

"There is a tricky case......

"Oh."

After the middle-aged woman saw Lin Xia, there was a soft smile on her tense and serious face.

She touched Lin Xia's head, and her expression was a little warmer.

Then, his eyes looked up at Zhang Sheng, and the warmth disappeared in an instant, with a slight sense of murder.

Her eyes were very sharp, and she simply swept Zhang Sheng.

"Hello Auntie!" Zhang Sheng looked at the middle-aged woman, subconsciously showed an honest and sincere smile, said hello, and faced the woman's eyes without any evasion, only sincerity.

"Hello...... The middle-aged woman glanced back at Lin Xia, and then at Zhang Sheng, keenly aware of something, but then showed a gentle expression: "Classmate Zhang? ”

"Yes."

"Now you're in college, right?"

"Well, college."

"It's good, let's come in and sit down."

"No, I still have something to do, I'll sit next time."

"Come in!"

"Oooh oh ......"

After glancing at Zhang Sheng, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked in with Lin Xia.

Her voice was still gentle, but with a hint of irresistible majesty, one couldn't help but want to stand upright.

Maybe......

Is this her professional habit?

Zhang Sheng looked outside......

I looked at the back of the middle-aged woman again.

He always felt that Lin Xia's mother seemed to want to say something to him.

Eventually, he nodded and followed.

In memory......

His predecessor was his mother, who had seen Lin Xia.

And on the night his parents jumped off the building, he met Lin Xia's mother.

That night, for an average student, it was really ......

Zhang Sheng recalled, and an inexplicable sadness surged up in an instant.

He sighed inwardly.

(End of chapter)