The hotels in Shanghai are very high. But the people outside the street were noisy and noisy. Hurried pedestrians walk by the side of the street, just like they are in a hurry.

Running around every day for a living, or doing nothing, or surviving, but only a few can succeed.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's mood was like that panting old dog, standing at the window of the hotel, looking at the sidewalk outside the hotel. Busy figure.

If I hadn't gotten the memory of 42-year-old Zhang Fan, what would I be like? Are you still there? The stage of "Tomorrow's Son" continues to exude light and heat, and he has already returned home, as before, back to the hospital to do tiring nursing work.

Watch others laugh and watch yourself cry.

Maybe it's a little pessimistic, but what about the facts? If you don't have a skill, and you don't have that special talent, what else can you do?

With a salary of more than 2,000 yuan a month, living in a rental house of more than 1,000 yuan a month, you can see the future at a glance with that kind of life.

No one will greet you with a smile, no one will be charming to you, and no one will be obedient to you. I won't have a girlfriend, I won't have my own home, and I won't let someone call me my father when I go home.

It was almost noon, and a thunderclap fell from the sky, waking Zhang Fan up from his contemplation, and it was raining.

The autumn rain is not heavy, but it is drizzle, like a constant bee candy, sticking to people's bodies, cutting and tidying up and messy, almost sad.

Wang Tao had already left at 4 o'clock in the morning, but he didn't say goodbye to himself, I just left a simple message for myself.

Zhang Fan knew what Wang Tao was going to do. For Zhang Fan's fame, but also for Wang Tao's own future. The past is broken, and the future is still in the dark, which requires their common struggle.

Zhang Fan didn't want to stay in the hotel anymore, he looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalk outside the hotel alone, braving the light rain and hurrying, Zhang Fan also wanted to go out for a walk.

Zhang Fan didn't call Wang Yao, the little assistant, he found a coat to put on, and walked to the street he was not familiar with.

The hotel is a future that can be seen through at a glance, and the streets are unknown puzzles, there are joys and pains, joys and sorrows, and everything is only confused by changes in the environment and people.

The big street has a great view of the big street, and the small street has the view of the small street.

Zhang Fan strolled through the streets, looking at the pedestrians walking hurriedly or jogging on the streets, there were men and women, old and young, and so on.

Some of the faces of the pedestrians were hurried and anxious, and some were happy and excited.

From time to time, there was the sound of hawking on both sides of the street, a thousand sounds, and a variety of goods.

Suddenly coming out of the hotel room and entering the noisy street, Zhang Fan felt as if he had gone from a lonely grave to the world, and the world had the smoke of the world.

There is a road in the world, there is a wall beside the road, there is a plum tree behind the wall, the plum tree is fragrant from the fragrance, the fragrance goes with the wind, falls into the smoke and rain, the smoke and rain are accompanied by Xiao Drum, converge into a river, there is a painting boat on the river, there is a beauty in the painting boat, the beauty is engraved in the heart, and there are a few people who are carved.

Feeling the beautiful scenery in the wind and rain between heaven and earth, a gloomy state of mind slowly became angry in Zhang Fan's heart. Zhang Fan suddenly wanted to write something?

There was a small restaurant on the side of the road, and the small restaurant was full of people. Zhang Fan didn't think about anything else, picked up the paper and pen in his pocket, found a table with seats and sat down, and began to write the artistic conception in his heart and write it into a song.

Zhang Fan was completely immersed in his state of mind, and he didn't notice that on the other side of the table he was making, there were two beauties eating.

It's just that Zhang Fan sat on the table and began to write songs, and was seen by the two women opposite, one of the older women stood up and was about to scold Zhang Fan, when another beautiful woman who looked only in her 20s reached out and grabbed her, shook her head and signaled that he didn't have to do this.

If this woman Zhang Fan pays attention, she should be able to know that she is a famous singer, and she happened to come here to record the show today, and she happened to take a stroll through the streets of Shanghai before the time came, and she had never seen it carefully.

It's just that she met Zhang Fan unexpectedly, she doesn't know if Zhang Fan is pretending to attract her attention now, but he has seen a lot of this kind of thing, and he doesn't care.

It's just that Zhang Fan didn't look up at him all the time, but was writing something, and when she looked closely, she realized that it was a music score.

But what about the score? She is a singer herself, and she also sits on several of his famous songs, and they are really written by himself with lyrics and music. So Zhang Fan wrote songs here, so she was not surprised, and ate the raw fried in front of her by herself.

In the past few years, although I have experienced a lot of things and eaten a lot of food, it is indeed rare to have this kind of time when you can go shopping and eat the food you want to eat freely today.

When he knew the fifth moment, Zhang Fan's score on the opposite side had already been written, and he had already begun to write the lyrics, singing softly while writing.

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One person later crossed the south of the Yangtze River, and the smoke and rain were melancholy,

I heard the canopy swaying the oars, but I didn't know what to think,

Painting boats, flutes, drums, singing, a few songs breaking people's intestines,

Whoever has plum on the wall, since the fragrance,

”

While singing, tears began to flow from Zhang Fan's eyes, and the woman who was still eating raw fried suddenly saw Zhang Fan's expression, and couldn't help but be surprised, and calmed down and began to listen to Zhang Fan's low song.

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A firework in the world, you have bloomed,

Engrave a few people in the heart, and live alone from then on,

The Jiangnan flowers have withered, how can we think about it again,

There are not many good days, and no one seems to say,

”

Just listening to the woman's face is becoming more and more tragic and moving, this song is too bleak to write, and the song is very well written, which is very suitable for singers with some smoke voices.

Listen to a few lyrics. The woman was moved by Zhang Fan's song and fell into it deeply. It wasn't until Zhang Fan finished writing the song, put it away, and got up to leave, that the woman suddenly reached out and grabbed one of Zhang Fan's arms.

Zhang Fan turned his head to look at the opposite side, and found that there were two women on the opposite side looking at him and couldn't help but be stunned, what was wrong with him? Why did you suddenly sit here and write songs?

But fortunately, Zhang Fan's speed of coming back to his senses was relatively fast. I was stunned and remembered that I was playing on the streets of Shanghai, and suddenly I had an understanding, so I found a place to do it and wrote a song, and I didn't notice that this was a restaurant, and there were people on the other side of the table, or two beautiful women.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan said: "I'm sorry for the two of you, I suddenly had an understanding when I was playing on the street just now, and I unconsciously found a place to write something and disturb your meal, so let's settle the money for your table, I hope you can give you a chance to atone for your sins." ”

After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he looked at the two women opposite the woman, and then looked at the wrist that was held by the beautiful woman opposite.